Something was off, as a old British man with white hair, wearing a grey sweater, grey trousers, black fingerless gloves, black shirt and a red scarf. Brown shoes. Walked to the basement of The House, Dr. Monty.

So you've broken the cycle.

Monty enraged. Transformed into his true form. His gloves gone, turned into hands with four tendril like fingers, his skin, a red purple, lacking eyes and facial features. Save for a mouth of Apothicon like teeth, now his hair was replaced with tentacles.