Chapter Four: Watching

Dr. Bitch looked over Ecybr with extreme... interest.

His masterpiece, finally coming to fruition. It was an ingenious plan really. Foolproof to the Nth degree. Capture a little boy. Raise him in secret. Become his physician. Dub him crazy. Then become his psychiatrist. And then, once the little boy was finally old enough. he could begin his...

Experiments...

Nobody knew about his strange obsession with little children, particularly those of the male variety. Nobody knew about his secret genetic mutation labs. Nobody knew about his incredible genius. Nobody really knew him in general.

Probably because he spends his life in a basement with little kids.

Ecybr wasn't the first of his test subjects. There were many before him. All of which had failed, horribly, miserably, wrong. One poor girl was transmutated into a squid. Another little boy was put into a high stress coma, where it underwent several dreadful nightmares. Consisting of Carotene injections and Fat Men with black hole belly buttons.

But Ecybr. Ecybr was different. His immune system was at the top of the charts. Almost everything Dr. Bitch pumped into him just came straight back out. At first Ecybr was proved to be an enigma of frustration and another crushing defeat. Right until last week, where Bitch created the perfect genetic formula. Ready for Ecybr.

For a week, Bitch waited and waited. Watching Ecybr sleep in his chamber room. Waiting for his awakening.

The room had a one way window. Dr. Bitch could see Ecybr slumber, while not disturbing Ecybr's transpiration of the mind. Slowly deleting his original memory, making room for his new life.


But now that Ecybr has undergone the sixth finger. It's only a matter of time until the rest of the process is complete.

Finally.