At first it didn’t look like much had changed with the experiment, aside from the snake being a little bit more irritated than before, though that wasn’t a surprise. Fabian didn’t let himself be disappointed, however, he just sat back and listened. Things began to change when the experiment snarled, flashing his bright fangs. Fabian had noticed the teeth before, longer, thinner and considerably more deadly than the usual incisors belonging to a human. But they’d been smaller, appeared almost weaker. Now with ever hiss the dripped some viscous substance onto the floor. Fabian would need to get a sample of it later.
The experiment insisted that nothing had changed, but he didn’t know what he was looking for, didn’t know what to expect. Fabian, on the other hand, was knowledgeable. It was all a waiting game, as much of science happened to be. The scientist cocked an eyebrow as something in the experiment’s expression changed. The snake looked dazed and confused, almost. “Are you sure nothing has changed?” The scientist asked.
The experiment was no longer choking and gagging as he once has as well. That much was clear, when he spoke without coughing, his voice clearing up slowly. A rush of euphoria bubbled up through Fabian’s chest. It worked, again. He turned to the machine. A small smile that looked more like a cold smirk was the only hint of what he was feeling. “It worked…” he breathed and turned to the experiment, who watched him as though glaring would reveal all the answers.
Upon giving the experiment another look over Fabian’s eyes widened. Where skin had once been scales had begun to form, slowly flickering and growing along the snake’s arms as though being painted on by an invisible hand. It worked, and worked well, better than the first time almost. He was getting the same results but in less time. What would happen with the next one?
The snake asked a question, which pulled Fabian from his drifting thoughts and caused the scientist to let out a huff, something that was a mixture of a laugh and a sigh. “Not sorcery, science,” Fabian corrected. “Science did this to you. Beautiful, isn’t it?” For a moment, an almost fond smile played upon the scientist’s lips, but it was gone in a second. “There must be more internally too. We should begin the studies to see.”
Fabian crossed the room, mumbling a list of supplies to himself as he picked vials and stethoscopes and syringes off of tables and grabbed other tools from seemingly random drawers. “Do you have any cravings?” Fabian asked as he walked back towards the experiment, arms full of tools. “Does the world look different to you?”
The experiment insisted that nothing had changed, but he didn’t know what he was looking for, didn’t know what to expect. Fabian, on the other hand, was knowledgeable. It was all a waiting game, as much of science happened to be. The scientist cocked an eyebrow as something in the experiment’s expression changed. The snake looked dazed and confused, almost. “Are you sure nothing has changed?” The scientist asked.
The experiment was no longer choking and gagging as he once has as well. That much was clear, when he spoke without coughing, his voice clearing up slowly. A rush of euphoria bubbled up through Fabian’s chest. It worked, again. He turned to the machine. A small smile that looked more like a cold smirk was the only hint of what he was feeling. “It worked…” he breathed and turned to the experiment, who watched him as though glaring would reveal all the answers.
Upon giving the experiment another look over Fabian’s eyes widened. Where skin had once been scales had begun to form, slowly flickering and growing along the snake’s arms as though being painted on by an invisible hand. It worked, and worked well, better than the first time almost. He was getting the same results but in less time. What would happen with the next one?
The snake asked a question, which pulled Fabian from his drifting thoughts and caused the scientist to let out a huff, something that was a mixture of a laugh and a sigh. “Not sorcery, science,” Fabian corrected. “Science did this to you. Beautiful, isn’t it?” For a moment, an almost fond smile played upon the scientist’s lips, but it was gone in a second. “There must be more internally too. We should begin the studies to see.”
Fabian crossed the room, mumbling a list of supplies to himself as he picked vials and stethoscopes and syringes off of tables and grabbed other tools from seemingly random drawers. “Do you have any cravings?” Fabian asked as he walked back towards the experiment, arms full of tools. “Does the world look different to you?”