Oliver woke up feeling his breathing tightening as he could feel pain all across his body. He felt his skin being inflamed, his bones struggling to adjust, and he could feel his nerves trying to get used to his new shape. He started to scream as he had intense back pains and cramps. He swore he could feel his eyes hurting as they burst into tears and felt warm on his skin and he struggled to move backwards, his bones rebuilding again and again. His thoughts only focused on the misaligned pain as it went through every single fibre of his body. No matter how loud he screamed, nobody seemed to hear him as he attempted to move but found himself against the wall as he forced to stop himself screaming too loudly. His breathing was faint as he struggled to get in air into his lungs but could still breathe. His heart beat quickly for a boy, his mind overstimulated from sensations and he felt like was going to throw up on the floor. He went on the floor on his knees as thick amount of food fell on the floor while he could feel the snapping of bones as he attempted to move parts of himself. He opened his eyes and a horrible smell came to his nose making his head turn away as his arms felt burnt internally and his back having constricting back pains. Oliver felt the soreness in his teeth and struggled to get on his feet and he saw that he was in some sort of dark lab that felt off.
After managing to remove himself from the ropes, he felt pain when landing and felt like there was some sort of soft uncomfortable pillow in his skin, Oliver wouldn't really call a actual pillow but some of the skin especially from the inside felt soft yet slightly inflated. Oliver looked down at his hands and immediately his eyes widened seeing what happened to his hands. They were coarse and dry and his palms had small wounded lines but when he turned his hands around, his face drained of colour. There what looked to look to be eyes slightly bulging on his hands. Well at at least sort of replication of eyes. The sclera was a dark red colour but the iris and pupil was the same as him but when attempting to touch the eyes, it was a burning feeling and immediately removed his hand touching the eye. The eyes had the same expression as him, wide and fearful. He looked over at his fingers and saw that there was something forced into his skin. It was light grey rusted claws that was forcibly attached to his fingers and trying to flex his fingers was kind of hard to do. And there were lines of skin glued to the claws. He stumbled backwards and felt himself hit the wall as he turned saying "Wait what?" And he didn't even hit the wall but now felt something protruding from his own back as he bared his own teeth which are still sore.
He walked clumsily to a broken mirror and he yelled "What the hell!?" As he now looked over himself. He was much taller, being the height of a 16 year old teen, his arms were a little elongated and there was dark red patches on the side of his arms which was painful to touch. He looked at his back and saw that one on his back was a long organic bat-like wing which snapped on itself. And the other thing was a falsified Sky Robot looking wing expect there was a lot of mass lost and one of the "feathers' (which is actually skin tissue) detached from the rest of the wing and was at the end of his wings. Plus the skin feathers were soft and not sharp and hard like how actual Sky Robots' feathers are. He noticed that on his back he had what look to be bone claws? If he can even call it that, they were quite large falling to the floor but they seem to be arm tools as artificial bone matter was in his skin and now his noticed that his teeth were canines protruding from his gums. "W-Why do I look like this?" He asked as he managed to move his arm tools. they worked a lot like actual arms as he felt his body trying to adjust to his new monstrous condition. All he wanted was to be free and get out of here. He was struggling to control his own body as he felt aggressive in a way he didn't want to feel like. That was until he heard something in the vents and immediately turned around seeing how he wasn't alone. Sure he was now well something else but he still felt unsafe.
Immediately the crawling sounds started to come closer as Oliver had no idea on what to do. Immediately he saw something jump at him and he fell backwards. Until they stopped looking at him "Another kid?" They asked as Oliver opened his eyes seeing who they were. It was a human figure with long black hair, a golden sclera, a smile with rather sharp and he looked down seeing that their arms were elongated and covered in black frostbite and there was bumps all over his hands. He wore a blue shirt, black trousers and black shoes as his skin was pale. "Looks like they caught one of the younger ones. Always hated them for doing that." Oliver's eyes widened at his appearance and went back to the wall as the teen held up his hand "Hey, don't panic. Looks like you ended up getting one of the worse mutations around here." As Oliver's looked at him seeing that his body had also been transformed which made him pause for a whole minute. W-Who are you?" Oliver asked the boy said "Call me, Triton." Triton said quietly as he helped up Oliver who was staring at him. He tried to say anything but struggled as his movements felt heavy and he felt like he was getting hurt every time he tried to move himself from a different place "Huh, you really did get the worst out of the after effects out of us. Do you need me to carry you?" He asked as Oliver nodded feeling sick again. He grabbed the kid and began to crawl through the vents to get back to where everyone else is at. Oliver felt himself becoming unconscious as his body was struggling the extreme transformation he had gone through. His head fell downwards in rest as he leaned against Triton, Triton knows he really shouldn't trust people he just met at first but he felt pity for Oliver.
Oliver was put somewhere to rest as a female voice soon came through "Is that... Another experimented one?" She sounded mature as Triton replied with "Yeah, looks like one got the stick at the end, I never seen someone transformed this badly before." And a brash younger woman's voice came through "Of course! That God forsaken scientist again. If I wasn't like this I would have crushed him!" And a young male soon replied to her "Margret shh! You'll wake him up." As everyone quieted down and turned to look at him.