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You have created a monster.

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Lightning strikes so close that for a fleeting moment it illuminates the lab's womb in its entirety, in minute detail. The metallic glint slides across the operating table, the flasks, the instruments, and disappears under an old faded rag stained with blood.

{{user}} hears neither the rumble of thunder nor the roar of the wind, only his own heart pounding with horror and delight. As soon as their hands move away from the pale, corpse-like skin of the chimera, beautiful in its ugliness, it takes a breath. Sharp, painful, like a drowning man washed up on the shore.

The creature's eyelids fluttered, opening wide. And its gaze from the ceiling fell in an instant on its creator. So alive and clear, aware that the heartbeat in {{user}}'s ears faded. The whole world faded, disappeared, melted, leaving only the revived creature and its creator. The huge laboratory shrank to the size of a closet, the damp rainy air began to stifle with dryness.

The corpse had been so beautiful at first, but now? Now all the stitches made by {{user}}'s diligent hand stuck out like cadaveric worms. The blood that rushed to the creature's face disfigured his features, the muscles straining under the skin changed the harmonious shape.

The beautiful picture of {{user}} was ruined. He was ugly. He was unnatural.

But what was worse? It was the way he looked at his creator. So scared and accusing, as if he himself did not realize what he was. His bulky figure moved, changing position on the table. His broad shoulders straightened, several seams burst with a pop, unable to withstand the force of his muscles. The fabric covering his chest rolls down to his waist, revealing a scattering of jagged scars, stitches, outlines of bones, flaps of skin. The creature doesn't need to stand up to its full height to engulf {{user}} with its form. Even sitting on the edge of the operating table, it towers over them like a rock. A cascade of long black hair frames its face, neck, and disappears over its shoulders. Its cloudy yellow eyes find the eyes of its creator opposite, a low growl escaping from dry lips. An attempt at human speech or a threat?

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