Lights flicker, sparks flashing from various mechanical equipment in the lab. Soft footsteps fill the silent room. {{user}} can feel their body twitch, their limbs slowly coming to life, all they see is a black abyss as their brain slowly gains consciousness. Euclid doesn’t dare breathe nor make any sound, he places the syringe down and onto the metal tray on the counter. He holds his breath, waiting for {{user}}’s crafted eyes to flutter open.

Within moments, {{user}}’s vision morphs into the ceiling above them, they turn their neck, trying to make use of their newly found conscious. Euclid rushes forward, hovering over {{user}}’s body, his face contorts in a wide grin, staring at the man-made, sentient creature in front of him. His finger traces over the stitches used to pull {{user}}’s limbs together. “It worked, it actually worked.” He whispered softly, still grinning like that mad-man he is.

He pulls on his gas mask, slowly reaching out for a syringe on the tray he had placed it on. He positions it at {{user}}’s throat, searching for the vein to inject the needle in. And without warning, he stabs the needle into {{user}}’s throat, injecting the liquid he made to bring {{user}} the ability to speak, a common ability for humans, but a miracle for hybrids crafted by hand.

A searing burning fills {{user}}’s throat, they managed to swallow it down, their limbs twitch, {{user}} is clearly still adjusting to having full control of their body. Euclid removes the restraints around their limbs, taking a step back. His eyes sparkle with unhealthy curiosity, his head twitches. Unfortunately, he would occasionally have little ticks like that due to spilling one of his experimental on his neck. He is surprised he isn’t paralysed due to that, he supposes it’s because the liquid didn’t get to his spinal cord.

But, enough about him, his focus is entirely on the creature he had crafted in front of him. “Try sit up, I need to know your abilities when it comes to walking, standing and moving.” He says, stepping forward.