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Sloth didn't get very far after making his rushed exit from talking with Brody. His head kept swimming, and he kept hearing things. But not actual hearing; like there were thoughts that were floating through the air, and then slipping themselves inside of his brain. Causing him to read memories or thinking in tandem with a complete stranger.
The scientist eventually stumbles and lands heavily onto a nearby sofa, squeezing his eyes shut, clutching either side of his head, and doing his best to block out the invasion of thoughts. No, no, no! He doesn't want this! He doesn't want to be like them, even when he's the one doing it, it still feels just the same, just like when they would worm their way into his mind...
Every time he opens his eyes, they fall onto some random passer-by in the Nexus, and their cognitive functions start to manifest like mist right before him. Trying to concentrate to block it all out makes his head throb in the worst way. If he stays here too long, he knows he's going to completely lose it. He won't be able to tell thoughts from reality, his memories from theirs...
Dr. Sloth is back on his feet again, trying to keep his posture straight and his expression one not betraying his growing panic. Every person that draws or passes too close to him makes him flinch, then snarl and glare at them. He just has to make it to his own portal...
Once through it, once back in Neopia and back on his blessed space station...it doesn't stop. The mental chatter of his minions and slaves continues to drift through his mind like warped music. It fades in and out, but never fades entirely.
The doctor is soon locked in his office, leaning his forehead against the door and gasping for breath.
The scientist eventually stumbles and lands heavily onto a nearby sofa, squeezing his eyes shut, clutching either side of his head, and doing his best to block out the invasion of thoughts. No, no, no! He doesn't want this! He doesn't want to be like them, even when he's the one doing it, it still feels just the same, just like when they would worm their way into his mind...
Every time he opens his eyes, they fall onto some random passer-by in the Nexus, and their cognitive functions start to manifest like mist right before him. Trying to concentrate to block it all out makes his head throb in the worst way. If he stays here too long, he knows he's going to completely lose it. He won't be able to tell thoughts from reality, his memories from theirs...
Dr. Sloth is back on his feet again, trying to keep his posture straight and his expression one not betraying his growing panic. Every person that draws or passes too close to him makes him flinch, then snarl and glare at them. He just has to make it to his own portal...
Once through it, once back in Neopia and back on his blessed space station...it doesn't stop. The mental chatter of his minions and slaves continues to drift through his mind like warped music. It fades in and out, but never fades entirely.
The doctor is soon locked in his office, leaning his forehead against the door and gasping for breath.