“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.
The mutant’s eyes grew in size immediately. “Duuuuude…” He started in something of awe, staring up at the beast before dashing over to the scientist's side in a second. “What’re you gonna name her? She needs a name. I’m thinkin’ Sheila, oh— or maybe Yoko Ono. Yeah. You should call her Yoko. It might calm her down.” Peter started, arms folded cordially over his chest.
He’d turned when he felt a strong wind blow his hair into a mess. “Wha — Where did you come from?” Newt frowned at the younger man’s antics, naming it? “Are you crazy, that thing’s trying to eat us. If you haven’t noticed.” He failed to mention that he had already named it, well before it turned into some kind of monster. Newt took a few steps back, wanting to observe the plant from a safe distance. He hoped it didn’t climb out of it’s pot or grow legs or something equally horrifying (cool but horrifying).