The Motherfucking King of Hell

"..."

"Yeah I do...A REFUND!"

“Yeah, I guess. All I know is my body is reacting and changing the way it would've when I was alive.” He knew she had a point, but he was a first time parent who had already had several panic attacks over just regular human pregnancy things. He hadn’t wanted to think about what would happen if they were more shark like.

"Your body is strange. I'm only saying it might be best if you prepared yourself for the worst. That way, you know what to expect," Once more, her hand rested on the swell of her stomach. Sometimes, the worst part of the trauma was being alone - and not having someone to trust, someone to explain all of the intricacies. The physical scars were so much less stinging than the mental ones.

“That’s an understatement…” He was well aware of his body being weird. The mixture of the organic and bionic elements would never cease to amaze him even though he’d been experiencing it for seven decades already.

@overlordhusk (hello! lol) "Don't give me that look. The numbers don't lie."

"........you did that...only so it could be made detachable?"

“No. I did it initially because I was annoyed with it and tired of not having clothes I liked to wear, and the fact that suddenly having a television for a head plus shark parts was very dysphoria inducing at first.”

@overlordhusk (hello! lol) "Don't give me that look. The numbers don't lie."