John couldn't stop himself from laughing. The thing crawled around, first circling him, than leaping uptop his shoulder. "Aww, it's freaking adorable. What the hell's this thing supposed to do?" He turned to Carol with a look of disbelief.
"Will you start taking this seriously! Well, I guess you'll learn this the hard way." She leaned back and smeared her forehead against the glass getting a top-rate view.
"Learn what the hard way? This thing cannot hu-OoooowwwGEEeeessbus!"
John flopped around in a hurry. The thing had crawled into his back, and was almost burrowing into his flesh! It doesn't hurt but rather tickled, as it was seemingly absorbing itself into his backside, trying to enter and phase through his body. He tried to grab it as best he could but it stuck in there, like a spider latching on.
"You have to grab it's coded limbs, or else it'll get inside you."
John couldn't hear her, he felt a flurry of emotions running through him. Emotions sad and happy, envious and melancholic. He felt his emotional intelligence fade and any sense of how to react to the situation, other than distress fade utterly. He knew rationally that this was wrong but it was like someone had reached into the portions of his brain controlling his sense of control and threw it for loop. John screamed with all his might.
Rage consumed him. He ran to the windowglass where Carol (And himself, his real self underneath and wired into the massive helmet) and slammed his fist against it uncontrollably.
"CAROL! YOU BITCH! YOU KNEW THIS WOULD HAPPEN, YOU SET ME UP!"
The girl nearly shook her head.
Suddenly John's anger dissipated. With it, he felt all self worth and interest seem to fade away. He layed on the floor and grasped at his face, cowering from the world. He curled up into a ball and felt like sobbing, but felt too indifferent to care. He hated Carol for putting him through this, he hated this stupid test room. He hated the floor, this world, his parents for giving birth to him, but most importantly himself right now for being so stupid as to let that thing inside him. His worth was so utterly negative that he'd let it completely invert his mood and views in a few short moment. "Oh well, it was probably all hopeless anyway." The creature was multiplying inside him, and soon enough copies of it started to crawl out.
He felt another strange emotion budding up this time, not so much an emotion as an instinct.
John felt like he had to share this new truth, all these new emotions and warped truths with others.
