by Will Stanton » Sat Feb 06, 2021 2:45 am
"OkkkwwaaaffdVvrrrmrmrmMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM*
That wasn't a normal sound, but it was to be expected. Tosh had left Will's personality intact, but let all the various thousands of voices try to control the shape that Will was in. These thousands of voices included chairs, and electric toothbrushes, and bundt cakes, and clouds of water vapor, and slugs, and lightbulbs and marble statues.
The...thing that appeared before them; the "average" of all these ideas, in humanoid form? A mismatch, hodgepodge, nightmarish conflagration of flesh, metal, glass, dough, and everything in between, materials blending in and sticking out of one another. Motors could be heard whirring inside, and his form was shaking and bulging as everything tried, and failed, to stick together normally.
Will continued to try to shift and blend it all together, and it looked like, given enough time, it might well work -- bits and pieces of crashing together, sparking and smashing, as it all tried to blend together. What was the midpoint between metal and flesh? Upholstery and dough? Liquids and gasses? And how could it all maintain humanoid form?
He staggered, resting one arm on the computer desk -- and then that arm sagged in, and he fell to his knees before shakily trying to regain his balance.