Creature didn't know why he was created.

Well, he did, but it's not like he ever wanted to think about it for too long.

He was dealt a shitty hand in life, but he wasn't going to let himself get down because of it.

But sometimes it was inevitable.

It was a certain smell, maybe the view of a scalpel, or the feeling of being handled, but it made Creature tense with uncomfortability.

"Sorry," Creature chuckles nervously, looking away as if in shame of his own discomfort.

"I'm just bein' sensitive."