Mark stared in the reflection at the monster. He quivered, cold, scared. It wasn't so much the monster that scared him, but the monster's identity...

He wanted to escape this. He needed that closure that would tell him everything would be okay. This wasn't real. This simply wasn't real.

He paused, then asked the question again...

"So... When does this wear off...? When do I change back?"

The doctor sighed.

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I'm starting to get the anatomy to a place where I like it...

I wanted to put a full story to link with this image, so that I could keep the theme together. I simply haven't timed it right to pull it off, and I really don't want to forget to post things.

To add to that, I have a backlog of sketches to go through, dating to before New Years. If only coloring didn't take me so long :/