Guess who made a totally new account for another rewrite due to their excessive need for perfection? This guy! @quinnstirr, to be more specific, which is my main account. My ORIGINAL rewrite is meant to be up there, but it may have disappeared becau...
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The world comes back in a blurry haze. Delko felt like they were underwater as they steadily opened their eyes, blinking to restore their vision to a clearer state. They looked down— they lacked any of their previous outfit, bare skinned. Not that they were too concerned—switching forms as a Possessive does cause any article of clothing to... magically disappear for a period of time until turning back—but they don't remember switching forms before ending up... in this place. Getting a better look around, it kind of looked like they were in a lab. Their vision was tainted by an odd, bluish color. They felt they were floating, despite not having been in their spirit form.
And then it dawned on him that he was submerged in some of kind— thick— blue liquid. He sporadically grew frantic. He gasped, unintentionally sucking in the liquid plasma. Out of instinct, he coughed it back out, thrashing his legs around in a panic. He noticed a couple of wires on his chest, and pierced into his shoulders. Thin tubes of blood trailed from the inside, to the outside of the body tube, hooked to a machine meant for blood samples. The wire on his chest was hooked to a different machine. It checked his heart rate. His eyes darted around, trying to hold his breath and restrict himself from wanting to breathe.
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In a fit of panic, hands formed at the demon's side, and ripped each wire and-or tube from off-or-out of his body. The wires were zipped out of the tube itself once done so, the heart monitor beginning to sound an alert that Delko ignored. Once more, he thrashes around, kicking at the glass in his panic. He was dead-set on not breathing, but that wasn't doing him many favors. His eyes fluttered, his movements weakening a bit. He just wanted to try traveling worlds, he didn't know he was gonna get stuck in some kind of—glass—PRISON! His movement continues to weaken, his head growing light. He wants out! He wants—
He freezes at the sound of a door opening. There was a voice, and to an extent, he recognized it. "It's... it's awake." The small blue figure, SMG1, approached the giant tube alongside a smaller yellow figure, SMG2. "It's been a couple of hours. It'd have to wake up eventually." SMG1 muttered to himself, slowly registering the look on Delko's face. "...Are you breathing?"
Delko shook their head. "Oh—oh dear." SMG1 hadn't thought that the creature wouldn't have known that the plasma in that tube was breathable. "It's alright to breathe in there, okay? You won't choke." ...He hummed. It got rid of the wires. "Two, turn off the heart monitor, please. Collect the blood samples with the vials I have stored over there," One points off to the left, somewhere behind him, "and—while you're at it—fetch me my notepad. Please."
