Fix Your Fucking Attitude : Karl Heisenberg

Only The Beginning

Fix Your Fucking Attitude
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You awoke groggy and completely parched. Your throat felt dry and sticky. You coughed and wheezed as you sat up. Your arm felt much better, still sore but at least you could move it now without hissing in agony.

You stretched and yawned and you made your way to your bathroom. You did all of your business and splashed your face with cool water.

You crinkled your nose at your appearance, the old yellowed mirror reflected back a mess. Your hair was tangled and matted, You looked like you hadn't eaten or slept in days. God you looked awful.

You looked around and to your utmost surprise you found a small crate on the floor full of everything you could possibly need.

A hairbrush, Sanitary products, Feminine soap, Razors..... it really was all there. You also found medical supplies to redress your shoulder.

You decided you would take a shower and then fix yourself up. You turned the rusty nobs and allowed the water to warm up while you stripped. You grabbed everything you would need from the crate and neatly stacked it in the sides of the tub.

The hot water soothed you greatly, it was amazing to finally scrub the grime and grease out of your hair. The hot water slightly stung your wound but it was nice to let the water clean it. You didn't know how long you were in the shower but when you came out you felt like a new person.

You toweled off and brushed your hair, it was nice to finally be able to run your fingers through it without catching them on tangles and knots.

You opened the bathroom and allowed the steamy air to vacate. You were surprised to find fresh clothes laid out for you at the end of your bed. 

Blue jeans, a cotton white button up, this time in your size, a black bra and fresh underwear.

You felt a blush make it way to your cheeks as you remembered your previous encounter with Karl. You swiped the clothes and made your way to the bathroom.

You redressed your wound, it was no longer infected. It was now thin pink lines with a few scabs here and there. You put ointment on and redressed it.

You slipped on all of the clothes unsurprised they fit perfectly. You found some deodorant in the crate and quickly put some on.

You exited the bathroom looking for your  shoes. You searched where you had them last and found some high top converse's in their place. You scoffed as you picked them up. Interesting choice. You sound fresh socks in them as you investigated their size.

Again. Your size perfectly. You really were going to have to talk to this man about how he knew your sizes. You slipped them on and tied the laces securely.

You allowed your hair flow freely down your back. You had nothing to put it up with.

You made your way to the bedroom door and turned the knob, again it was unlocked. You stepped out to the familiar hallway. You decided to go a different direction.

You wondered down corridors until you come across a workshop. Metal scaps were scattered everywhere, along with papers with all sorts of messy scribbles. Tools were thrown across the table messily.

You picked a piece of abandoned paper off the floor. You were surprised to see all sorts of mathematical problems all over it. Some of it was very complicated math. You noticed it also had anatomy and mechanical components mixed in.

It was genius level thinking. You could hardly understand some of it. You gently sat the paper on the wooden work desk and investigated the rest of the room.