“Fuck, fuck —” God damn, that fucking hurt. Sure it had been a stupid thing to do, but it was for science. He’d been trying to build a version of Cerebro without the massive sphere like structure. Newt had shrunk it down to fit it within the helmet itself so it could potentially be portable. Of course it didn’t go as planned, perhaps the miniature version couldn’t regulate brainwaves as well as the bigger one. Newt had some work to do to fix that problem. But first, he tasted blood, right, that was from the nosebleed he got from his recent stunt.
“Jesus, what the hell have I done? Shit —” Newt backed away from the plant monster thing that he’d been growing in the lab for the past week. It wasn’t that big yesterday, at least he thought it was yesterday. What day was it even today? Newt didn’t know if the plant was trying to eat him or caress him. Both sounded terrifying if he was honest with himself.