He was outside. Crouching on a rooftop. Syx was familiar with the area and being on a roof wasn’t that strange… but… he didn’t remember coming out here. Maybe he’d… sleep walked? He’d been building something in Evil Lair… Anna had…. tried to get him to come to bed, but he’d been on a roll and wanted to finish. He’d promised to make it up to her later. Likely he’d fallen asleep at the drafting table, it would hardly be the first time that happened.
Still, it hardly explained what was going on currently. Standing Syx stepped back from the ledge. He didn’t feel tired. At all. Bouncing on his toes he marveled at how odd that was. His clothing was odd too… not his normal leather and spandex. Speaking on that… he reached up and touched his head. Small. Hair.
WHAT?!
Jerking in shock and growing panic, Syx spun and dropped to the ground. He made a beeline for the lair. He didn’t know what was going on but he needed Minion NOW!.
“Relax? I am relaxed!” Syx hunched his shoulders and glared at the person in his body, “And stop lying. You have gooooot to be lying,” turning his glare to his new flesh he poked at the pink skin.
He followed Anna’s direction and backed off muttering to himself. Glancing up he informed her, “Just… keep her? from leaving. I’m going to the idea room,” he scowled, “And changing. These clothes are stupid. And I need to overwrite the security protocols to accept commands from this form for however long this lasts.”
Flinching when Anna’s hands are on her shoulders, Veda blinks up at her, green eyes wide and standing out against panic-pale blue skin. “I- I am not. Lying.” she manages, forcing the words out even as her mind is racing, first one worried thought then the next.
Frowning momentarily on hearing Syx’s comments on her clothing, she keeps a careful eye on the man currently stuck in her body as he backs away.
Anna smiled gently, trying to look assuring as she nodded, “I believe you, I promise,” She assured Veda. “We will all figure this out together, yeah? Do you want something to drink? Something to eat?” she prompted, keeping her voice steady and lower in a soothing manner.
She would try to get Veda to calm further before she did anything else, before she tried to ask questions on what exactly she remembered.
Grumbling the whole way, Syx was disappointed when the brain bots refused to help him change. Frowning and more hurt by their rejection than he’d thought he would be, he skipped his normal suit worn on official business and dressed more casually. The tight suit wouldn’t go on without help. He was insanely thankful that this woman was his same height and roughly similar build. He pulled on his spiked leather jacket for comfort. Once dressed, he ventured back out to the main areas.
On the way, he passed by a dressing mirror near Minion’s sewing area. He froze looking in the mirror. His eyes… they were the exact same. If he didn’t know better he’d swear he was just looking at himself using the holowatch! Leaning forward and peering closely at himself, staring hard at his eyes, the subtle twitch of the iris caught his attention- and let out an unholy screech.
Screaming he ran back to where he’d let Anna and the intruder. Jabbing a finger wildly in her direction, he accused, “CYBORG! BODY-SNATCHING CYBORG!”
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