Donnie was tired. SUPER tired. He'd been working for hours. Days. He didn't sleep a bit. He was experimenting with plant growth, and made a serum that reversed it.

In his blurry state, he accidentally put the serum in a cup instead of coffee. You went in to check in on him but instead of the 7 foot tall mutant, there was a 2 inch softshell on his chair.

It chirped silently, begging for help. His contacts didn't fit so he couldn't see. His mind was exhausted and scared. He saw a giant figure looming over him and saw it as a threat so he hissed. It doesn't seem like he can speak anymore.

Now it's time to wait for it to wear off.