Quinn sat in his new room, the walls cold and gray, barren except for a small cot and a single light fixture casting harsh shadows. Metal bars covered the window, and the heavy door had only a narrow slot that could slide open from the outside. The room was uncomfortably small, with a cold, sterile air that made his skin prickle under the layers of yarn that cloaked his body.
. "How are we settling in, Quinn?" Sawyer asked, as if this was just another routine check-in.
Quinn wanted to respond, to say that he was scared and confused, but when he opened his mouth, only strange, guttural sounds came out—a faint hum, a soft, rumbling growl that trailed off in an awkward squeak. He shut his mouth abruptly, embarrassed by the noise, his large eyes dropping to the floor.
Dr. Sawyer chuckled softly, a small grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Quinn tried again, this time a soft croak escaping his mouth.
Quinn's eyes pleaded with Dr. Sawyer, as if asking for some explanation, some way out of this silent confinement. But Dr. Sawyer only chuckled again, a glint of satisfaction in his eyes.
"I'll be back soon," he said, closing the slot with a decisive click, leaving Quinn alone with the sound of his own breathing.
Quinn slumped back on the cot, wrapping his bulky, yarn-covered arms around himself, his strange new body feeling more alien than ever. The silence pressed in, and despite himself, he let out a soft, broken whimper.
He was Quinn... wasn't he?
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