Philosophy of the Unnatural World

Thorn to the Unnatural World 2

I have been awake for awhile now. Still inside the tube-like structure. I have been poking at the glass for what I could only assume to be hours. Everything is still blurry, sometimes I think it gets even more blurry! Terrible. But I really don't know anything else so I just let out a breath of air and curl up at the bottom of the tube-like structure and sleep to pass the time.

I awake and to my surprise, I am no longer in the confined space I was in before. I can tell based on the light levels around me. It's new and different- Not just some bright blue color. I observe my surroundings and I see a figure standing to the side of me. It looks really blurry. I sit up and the figure quickly sets me back down again, but then it stops, it seems like it probably changed its mind while in the act so I sit up again. The figure then reaches and grabs my tail, I become alarmed and jump up off whatever I was laying on, seems to be a table of some sorts, though to me it's just a blurry rectangular blob.
"Hey! Please calm down! There is no reason to be afraid, I only want to help."
Help, help... That word rings in my mind, almost seeming to comfort me. Those words have no meaning to me. I can't understand what it means, yet it gives me an odd feeling of comfort. I stumble closer to the figure that spoke to me, it reaches out its hand for me to presumably take. I examine it closely before eventually grabbing on to its hand. The figure then puts something quickly on my face and presses its side. I blink in surprise then look around, nothing is a huge blob of color anymore. I look at the figure, I now see that I'm taller than it. It has dark blue hair and dark skin.
"Hello, my name is June. Your name is Scott." The figure which now looks to have the same body structure as me. I pay attention to the last thing she said Scott. What is that? I wonder to myself. I try to repeat that word the way it was said to me. "S.." I try to say, the figure's expression then lights up "S c o t" It sounds out the syllables to me. "Sco... Scott.." I finally make out that word. June's face lights up again and she smiles at me. I copy her. I see that she is happy, I don't understand it.

It's the next day and all June has been doing is running tests and saying stuff that I don't understand. I am really bored of it. But I just have to wait. She has been messing with my wings, tail, and horns. It's weird. She keeps on trying to talk to me, but I can't understand a single word she is saying. I'm not restrained or anything, I'm just sitting on top of the table watching her do stuff.