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(WARNING! The following text contains elements of Transformation/Detachable Bodies/Mad Science. If you do not care for any of the aforementioned topics, just leave.)
You're a what?" I screamed over the rowdy bar. It was getting pretty late, so there were drunken idiots everywhere, making a huge ruckus. It was hard to hear what he was saying.
"A -----!!" He grinned at me, with a strange look in his eyes. As I stared at the odd bartender across the countertop, looking deep into his eyes, it was as if there was a slight twinkle. I still couldn't hear what he was saying though. "Do you want to -------?!"
"Want to what?!" I shouted back. He shook his head, unable to hear my voice. He grabbed my arm and started motioning for us to leave.
I shrugged, pounded back the rest of my drink, and let him lead the way. He was pretty cute, but I hoped he wasn't one of those crazy guys… I probably shouldn't even have followed him. I probably wouldn't have, if I hadn't been drunk. Looking back at it, I'm really glad I did follow him.
He led me into the restricted area of the bar, where the barkeeps go, and took me up a flight of stairs, down a hallway, and into a room, where it suddenly got really quiet.
"There, finally, we can talk in quiet." He said, seemingly exhausted, "It never gets any easier does it?" he said seemingly to no one in particular. I thought he was insane. I finally got a really good chance to look at his face. I hadn't noticed how handsome he really was. He had dark hair, a nice, rather cute face, and olive green eyes. The only thing was that he was wearing rather dorky circular glasses.
"Um… so what did you want from me?" I asked, a bit concerned, as you might imagine. A strange man just took me into a solitary room from a bar. A dark room that doesn't seem that it has been used in years. So you'll pardon me if I appear a little antsy.
"Like I said. I'm a scientist." He grinned widely, "Well… more of an experimentalist really. And my lab is right here."
"…this… dusty old room." I said, weakly, looking around. "I knew you were crazy…" I got up to leave, but he grabbed my arm.
"No, wait! You don't believe me, do you? Here, just a second." He fished around in his pockets for awhile before pulling out a key. He promptly turned on the door, inserted the key, and locked it.
I started panicking and rushed at the door, trying to break my way through, but he held me back. "Calm down! It's just how we get to my lab!" he shouted, trying to restrain me. When I finally stopped flailing, I realized that the room was… different.
It was no longer shabby and run-down… nor was it really a room anymore. The creaky wooden floor had been replaced with a clean marble tiling, as had the walls. Along the walls were shelves of test tubes and beakers of numerous colors, as well as many largish devices that looked outlandish and strange.
I sat down hard on the floor, in shock. I was suddenly in the middle of a lab. The door, the only way out, was replaced by a solid wall, from which he removed the key, and what I could only assume was my only way out. He grinned at me. "Welcome to my Alchemy Room!" he announced with a dramatic flourish.
All I could do was sit and stare at the seemingly impossible room around me. It was much bigger than the original room was. "How…"
"Perception filter, simple little thing. I've got way cooler than that to show you!" he said, excitedly. His eyes shone with a dangerous spark. He ran along the walls of his lab, picking out beakers and test tubes and devices and putting them back, saying things like, "How about this… no, too distasteful… I'll just scare her." Muttering to himself the entire time. Finally, he stopped. "Hang on, I'm doing this wrong. What do you want to do?" He grinned at me.
"I… what?" I picked myself up off the ground. "You're… a scientist."
"Yes. Well, not really, no. I'm… an Artificer. I create things. Things that are new, things that will expand and improve our everyday lives!" he whirled around, his lab coat twirling around him. Did I mention he was wearing a lab coat suddenly? "Like this, for example!" He leapt at a shelf and grabbed at something.
He tossed a silver bracelet at me. It was fairly nondescript, it was just a 2-inch wide bracelet… more like a bracer. There was adorning it except a small ruby-colored crystal in the dead center. "What is this?"
"Put it on and see!" I tried, but it was too small to fit my hand into. "Oh, just tug on it outwards if it's too small." I did so, and was surprised to see it grow to accommodate my hand. I As soon as I had it around my left wrist, it snapped tight again. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it was flush up against my skin.
"…how does it expand like that? That's amazing, you could make a fortune in the jewelry dep-"
"Oh, pish posh. That's not interesting at all. You haven't even seen what it does yet! Press down on the jewel in the center." He was examining a large desk, atop which sat a great deal of papers. I shrugged, and did as I was told.
And then my hand fell off. Yes, you heard me right. It just… fell off. Understandably, I screamed. "What the FUCK!?" I looked up wildly for the Artificer, and he was just grinning at me like a madman. "What did you do?! My hand!"
"Oh calm down, you're fine. You're not bleeding, are you?" He said, walking up and picking up my detached left hand. Around the stump of my wrist was half of the silver bracelet. It too, had broken into two pieces, each piece wrapped around the stumps of my wrist. Where I expected to see a bloody stump, was instead covered in the same silver. "Here." He threw my hand at me. In my shock, I barely managed to catch it with my right hand.
I realized that I could still feel my left hand. I gave it a gentle squeeze with my right, and felt it. I squeezed my right hand with my left, and found that I could also still move my left hand. "How… how did you do this?"
"Simple, really, it's just a small handheld interdimensional gateway device." He must've caught my dumbfounded look, because he sighed and rephrased himself. "It's a portal."
"Oh… I get it… Then… you can fix this, right?" I tried to press my stumps together, hoping to reattach my hand. The silver bits sort of fused back into one piece. My hand felt attached… then again, it hadn't really felt detached before either. I ripped the bracelet off my wrist and was relieved to find that my arm was whole. "Nevermind, answered my own question." I smiled. I put the bracelet back on, and popped off my hand again.
"Alright! Now that introductions are out of the way, Amy… I have a proposition for you." The Artificer smiled, rubbing his hands together. (Did I ever mention my name, by the way? I'm Amy. Amy… y'know what, I'm not going to tell you my last name. Rather short, brown hair… yeah. Currently missing a hand. That's me.)
"W- What is it?" I stammered.
"I am in need of a test subject."
"Test subject? I... you mean me." I said, flatly.
"Well, yes. Don't worry, I promise to you it's perfectly safe. I've had test subjects before, but my last one decided to leave awhile back, and the quality of my work has gone down a fair bit ever since." He looked a little dejected.
"…do I have a choice?" I looked nervously where the door was.
"Of course you do! You have two choices. Option 1, you accept, and I'll do whatever I need to do on you. You'll be free to leave whenever you wish if you get too nervous. I promise that it's 100% safe." He added reassuringly. He wandered closer to me, and plucked my left hand out of my right, examining it. I tried to wriggle it, but he just held on tight. "Choice B, you leave, I give you a small dose of amnesia dust, and you forget this night ever happened."
"Why a bartender?" I asked him.
"Lots of drunk girls, it helps with the amnesia thing. This stuff is kind of… hush-hush." He offered me back my hand.
"…why me?" I asked, cautiously, taking my hand back from him.
"Why not you? We hit it up back at the bar, I figured, why not?" He grinned at me with the same almost-maniacal grin. "You seemed to take it rather well when your hand fell off. If you can keep that up you might be the best assistant I ever had! Last one went ballistic when I chopped off her head. Shouldn't have started with that, in retrospect." He said, eyebrows furrowed in thought. He shrugged it off.
"…so what else can I expect to happen to me, other than… losing my hand?" I waved my disembodied left hand at him.
"Oh… now that's a question that would just take too long to answer." His eyes flashed dangerously. I'm not going to lie… that dangerous spark in his eyes… was becoming rather attractive to me. "But you have my word. Losing body parts is the least of your worries."
"…oh, what the hell." I groaned sarcastically, "Why not. I've got nothing better to do for a few months."
"Excellent! Oh, and don't worry, you'll be compensated for your time. And there's more than ample living space here, if you so choose, but if you don't want to stay here, that's understandable. Just don't tell anyone about me or this place." He added in. "Now here, take off that bracelet, and drink this." He offered me a flask containing a strange pink liquid.
"Just like that, starting already?" I said, reattaching my hand. I pulled off the bracelet and traded it for the flask.
"Why not?"
"…why not indeed." I grinned. "Bottom's up!"
Anyway, that's how I met the Artificer. And my life would never be the same.
You're a what?" I screamed over the rowdy bar. It was getting pretty late, so there were drunken idiots everywhere, making a huge ruckus. It was hard to hear what he was saying.
"A -----!!" He grinned at me, with a strange look in his eyes. As I stared at the odd bartender across the countertop, looking deep into his eyes, it was as if there was a slight twinkle. I still couldn't hear what he was saying though. "Do you want to -------?!"
"Want to what?!" I shouted back. He shook his head, unable to hear my voice. He grabbed my arm and started motioning for us to leave.
I shrugged, pounded back the rest of my drink, and let him lead the way. He was pretty cute, but I hoped he wasn't one of those crazy guys… I probably shouldn't even have followed him. I probably wouldn't have, if I hadn't been drunk. Looking back at it, I'm really glad I did follow him.
He led me into the restricted area of the bar, where the barkeeps go, and took me up a flight of stairs, down a hallway, and into a room, where it suddenly got really quiet.
"There, finally, we can talk in quiet." He said, seemingly exhausted, "It never gets any easier does it?" he said seemingly to no one in particular. I thought he was insane. I finally got a really good chance to look at his face. I hadn't noticed how handsome he really was. He had dark hair, a nice, rather cute face, and olive green eyes. The only thing was that he was wearing rather dorky circular glasses.
"Um… so what did you want from me?" I asked, a bit concerned, as you might imagine. A strange man just took me into a solitary room from a bar. A dark room that doesn't seem that it has been used in years. So you'll pardon me if I appear a little antsy.
"Like I said. I'm a scientist." He grinned widely, "Well… more of an experimentalist really. And my lab is right here."
"…this… dusty old room." I said, weakly, looking around. "I knew you were crazy…" I got up to leave, but he grabbed my arm.
"No, wait! You don't believe me, do you? Here, just a second." He fished around in his pockets for awhile before pulling out a key. He promptly turned on the door, inserted the key, and locked it.
I started panicking and rushed at the door, trying to break my way through, but he held me back. "Calm down! It's just how we get to my lab!" he shouted, trying to restrain me. When I finally stopped flailing, I realized that the room was… different.
It was no longer shabby and run-down… nor was it really a room anymore. The creaky wooden floor had been replaced with a clean marble tiling, as had the walls. Along the walls were shelves of test tubes and beakers of numerous colors, as well as many largish devices that looked outlandish and strange.
I sat down hard on the floor, in shock. I was suddenly in the middle of a lab. The door, the only way out, was replaced by a solid wall, from which he removed the key, and what I could only assume was my only way out. He grinned at me. "Welcome to my Alchemy Room!" he announced with a dramatic flourish.
All I could do was sit and stare at the seemingly impossible room around me. It was much bigger than the original room was. "How…"
"Perception filter, simple little thing. I've got way cooler than that to show you!" he said, excitedly. His eyes shone with a dangerous spark. He ran along the walls of his lab, picking out beakers and test tubes and devices and putting them back, saying things like, "How about this… no, too distasteful… I'll just scare her." Muttering to himself the entire time. Finally, he stopped. "Hang on, I'm doing this wrong. What do you want to do?" He grinned at me.
"I… what?" I picked myself up off the ground. "You're… a scientist."
"Yes. Well, not really, no. I'm… an Artificer. I create things. Things that are new, things that will expand and improve our everyday lives!" he whirled around, his lab coat twirling around him. Did I mention he was wearing a lab coat suddenly? "Like this, for example!" He leapt at a shelf and grabbed at something.
He tossed a silver bracelet at me. It was fairly nondescript, it was just a 2-inch wide bracelet… more like a bracer. There was adorning it except a small ruby-colored crystal in the dead center. "What is this?"
"Put it on and see!" I tried, but it was too small to fit my hand into. "Oh, just tug on it outwards if it's too small." I did so, and was surprised to see it grow to accommodate my hand. I As soon as I had it around my left wrist, it snapped tight again. It wasn't uncomfortable, but it was flush up against my skin.
"…how does it expand like that? That's amazing, you could make a fortune in the jewelry dep-"
"Oh, pish posh. That's not interesting at all. You haven't even seen what it does yet! Press down on the jewel in the center." He was examining a large desk, atop which sat a great deal of papers. I shrugged, and did as I was told.
And then my hand fell off. Yes, you heard me right. It just… fell off. Understandably, I screamed. "What the FUCK!?" I looked up wildly for the Artificer, and he was just grinning at me like a madman. "What did you do?! My hand!"
"Oh calm down, you're fine. You're not bleeding, are you?" He said, walking up and picking up my detached left hand. Around the stump of my wrist was half of the silver bracelet. It too, had broken into two pieces, each piece wrapped around the stumps of my wrist. Where I expected to see a bloody stump, was instead covered in the same silver. "Here." He threw my hand at me. In my shock, I barely managed to catch it with my right hand.
I realized that I could still feel my left hand. I gave it a gentle squeeze with my right, and felt it. I squeezed my right hand with my left, and found that I could also still move my left hand. "How… how did you do this?"
"Simple, really, it's just a small handheld interdimensional gateway device." He must've caught my dumbfounded look, because he sighed and rephrased himself. "It's a portal."
"Oh… I get it… Then… you can fix this, right?" I tried to press my stumps together, hoping to reattach my hand. The silver bits sort of fused back into one piece. My hand felt attached… then again, it hadn't really felt detached before either. I ripped the bracelet off my wrist and was relieved to find that my arm was whole. "Nevermind, answered my own question." I smiled. I put the bracelet back on, and popped off my hand again.
"Alright! Now that introductions are out of the way, Amy… I have a proposition for you." The Artificer smiled, rubbing his hands together. (Did I ever mention my name, by the way? I'm Amy. Amy… y'know what, I'm not going to tell you my last name. Rather short, brown hair… yeah. Currently missing a hand. That's me.)
"W- What is it?" I stammered.
"I am in need of a test subject."
"Test subject? I... you mean me." I said, flatly.
"Well, yes. Don't worry, I promise to you it's perfectly safe. I've had test subjects before, but my last one decided to leave awhile back, and the quality of my work has gone down a fair bit ever since." He looked a little dejected.
"…do I have a choice?" I looked nervously where the door was.
"Of course you do! You have two choices. Option 1, you accept, and I'll do whatever I need to do on you. You'll be free to leave whenever you wish if you get too nervous. I promise that it's 100% safe." He added reassuringly. He wandered closer to me, and plucked my left hand out of my right, examining it. I tried to wriggle it, but he just held on tight. "Choice B, you leave, I give you a small dose of amnesia dust, and you forget this night ever happened."
"Why a bartender?" I asked him.
"Lots of drunk girls, it helps with the amnesia thing. This stuff is kind of… hush-hush." He offered me back my hand.
"…why me?" I asked, cautiously, taking my hand back from him.
"Why not you? We hit it up back at the bar, I figured, why not?" He grinned at me with the same almost-maniacal grin. "You seemed to take it rather well when your hand fell off. If you can keep that up you might be the best assistant I ever had! Last one went ballistic when I chopped off her head. Shouldn't have started with that, in retrospect." He said, eyebrows furrowed in thought. He shrugged it off.
"…so what else can I expect to happen to me, other than… losing my hand?" I waved my disembodied left hand at him.
"Oh… now that's a question that would just take too long to answer." His eyes flashed dangerously. I'm not going to lie… that dangerous spark in his eyes… was becoming rather attractive to me. "But you have my word. Losing body parts is the least of your worries."
"…oh, what the hell." I groaned sarcastically, "Why not. I've got nothing better to do for a few months."
"Excellent! Oh, and don't worry, you'll be compensated for your time. And there's more than ample living space here, if you so choose, but if you don't want to stay here, that's understandable. Just don't tell anyone about me or this place." He added in. "Now here, take off that bracelet, and drink this." He offered me a flask containing a strange pink liquid.
"Just like that, starting already?" I said, reattaching my hand. I pulled off the bracelet and traded it for the flask.
"Why not?"
"…why not indeed." I grinned. "Bottom's up!"
Anyway, that's how I met the Artificer. And my life would never be the same.
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She's attracted to someone that can take her arm off
Why?