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Lars pulled himself out of the lake, disoriented, naked, and shivering. He'd been floating face-down like a corpse, but somehow hadn't drowned. His head pounded, felt like it was splitting in two. Wincing, he moved to massage his temples but jerked his hands away when he felt the strange, suction-cup-like growths on the pads of his bone-white fingers. He had no fingernails, only elongated, slightly-curved fingertips. "What the..." He stared vacantly at his palm, lips slightly parted, head shaking in quiet disbelief, as he struggled to navigate through his fractured memories. *What the hell happened to him?* He could only recall brief flashes of memories, like sand slipping between his fingertips—white lab coats, dim, buzzing lights, the acrid smell of chemicals, needles, so many needles, and 144 floor tiles in a small, sterile room. His body felt stiff and alien to him, and it was covered in some kind of thick, gel-like residue from the lab. He crouched to rinse more of it off in the cold lake water, but froze when he noticed the tentacles jutting out of his back. There were several, all of varying sizes, wrapped around his torso and slung over his shoulders almost protectively. He experimentally flicked one, just to test if he could, and the enormity of the predicament he'd found himself in washed over him like a tidal wave. Lars glanced around quickly, trying to take stock of his surroundings, and nearly jumped out of his own skin when he made eye contact with you, who watched from the lake bank just ahead.
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