Who: Miguel and Sarah Where: Their lab When: Hallowe'en morning What: Dealing with the latest fuckery
Miguel sat up in the corner of the ceiling, and stared at what had been his mostly-normal left hand a few hours ago. Four fingers, one thumb (all with talons) , a palm and a wrist, and on the back of his hand was the little opening where his webs shot out of. But now? Now there were three strange finger-talon hybrids at the end of a large arm/spider-leg, same as on the other three front limbs although the front two still had his spinnerets. Then he had four more legs that had two of the talon things.
All very weird, yes, but not nearly as shocking weird as the fact that he now had eight eyes. Two main ones, like before, but there was a little cluster of smaller eyes beside each one. This was what had freaked him out the most, and what had prompted him to send the texts to Sarah. Lyla wasn't even responding to him, since his biological parameters were now so different than she was programmed for, so she wouldn't have let him dictate the texts.
But Sarah was on her way. She would help him work out what the shock was going on with him, and she would help him calm down enough that he could think again. Yeah.