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2.CYBORG FRANKENSTIEN

(the last chapter sounded too fake and was too rushed but its up to you pick the better chapter

i did leave out some important details in the first chapter to black out any real names/personal information but WILL slowly place them throughout the story

if you have any complaints on the story fell free to eat my brain)

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Its cold here

I feel cold everywhere in my body my visions blacked out i cant see but I can feel my heart racing and  feel nothing but fear and confusion in this situation

"Its! ITS!" i hear someone shouting beside me but was shut up by a soft whisper "oh forget it he's not waking up its over frankenstein jr," the voice starts breaking down "we can't raise the dead" a loud thump was made as I feel someones warm hands on my chest then icy taps came gushing in afterwards with the sound of someone sobbing

i've heard that voice before

"Hey you were the one that asked me to revive him" the other voice complained "I don't even know the basics of chemistry" the tears spilled harder across my body those cold and heavy tears weigh "We have lives to save not cyberpunk necromancy" the other voice argued 

"We need get rid of the failed cyborg franken clown it might be infecte-" 

I launch myself upwards and pointed to the sound of the voice shoving a finger to a chest that i cannot see then slapped what was shouting, paused, fell back into a comatose state in my bed still angry at the fact that not even the irish know frankenstien is the one that raised the monster back into life 

....there was an odd scilence followed by an eerie sense of shock and discovery in the air and i have a bad feeling about this in which i will "What just happened?!" "I-I don't know!" sounds of joyful laughter were heard alongside shuffling through objects of sorts 

A sniffled question arose"Wait try saying something dumb again" the voice softly requested as the other mumbled some gibberish before coming up with a "uhhh you are the best writer in the world...ed.. and you have epik theories ?" "Thats a compliment, I dont think that will-" 

and as if by miracle i openned my eyes to see a man below me being strangled laughing and flinched backwards before tumbling down a pair of glass tubes and a table thinking about what i just did trying to kill a man the moment i wake up "HAHA IT WORKED" oh nevermind its the irish lad yeah no 

I stood up but fell back down on my butt somethings wrong with my legs or the floor is just slippery i think, as i hold onto something and slowly stand up to get a better view of the place around me i need to know where i am

wait

I pressed my hand against my neck but what i heard instead of the usual thump thump and the soft warmth of my skin was nothing more than the cold feeling of death and a loud "CLANK!" surprised standing there wobbling staring into the cold metalic floor 

i slammed my hand on my eyes to rub out to clear out wax from my eyelids after taking a long nap and yawned

"Now uh don't panic but we just made some ᵗᵉᵉⁿʸ ᵗᶦⁿʸ adjustments to help you do basic ordinary chores and-" i screamed at the top of my lungs cutting her sentence off before running through the nearest doors  begging this isnt true 

i want to go home i want to go home i want to go home

i want to go home

but there isnt anything to go back to

panic washed over me, rushing into whatever room i see first

i'm in a rusty bathroom i guess, some tiles are missing leaving it a jumbled mess along with the crusty popcorn walls and the smell of unearthly decay looming that makes this already claustrophobic room worse by the second 

i curl into a ball back behind the door i tried to cry but i had no tears i couldn't breathe i couldnt think, holding my head in my hands i tried to calm down as i felt my arms shaking as i held it down my neck but i felt something else instead of my spine something more wait what the fuck

i gripped the back of my neck harder there was something obviously wrong here slowly standing up i looked out the window having a bad feeling about this and snapped it out of my aaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA??????

IS THIS A FUCKING I POD CHARGER??? THE ENTIRE TIME??????

The cables of the charger pull my neck as it it were my own flesh and blood, intertwined with my veins and muscle my own body one with technology may it be damned that i'm a god damn cyborg god is this a dream? i-!

The moonlight shone upon the window sil tonight, as i pulled against the strings of the charger that i behold, and behold did the light show me. Gazing upon the glistening mirror.

I witnessed myself.