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[welcome-to-the-flock]

We searched around the clinic for a while, walking past the staff until we entered a room labeled hydroponics garden. Connected to the hydroponics garden was what appeared to be a staff only break room. We sat down on the break room sofa.

Randy stood there for a second and looked across the ceiling as if he was inspecting it.

Randy: "So..." "Lemmie just..." Randy placed his hands around my neck and took my collar off.

Baxter: "T-thank you!!"

Randy: "I get it, ya know... “ Randy said, pausing to gather his thoughts.

”He didn't always have these infernal little gadgets. And, it took a lotta trial and error to make these things safe.." Randy said with a thousand yard stare.

"So I of all people get ya being scared of these damn things. Be lucky ya only gotta deal with the ones approved for human trials, Haheheh." He said, trying to force a smile.

Baxter: "Since you seemed in charge of the rest of the sheep I assumed you were, I assumed you were fine with what doc was doing." "Why are you so insistent on me going along with his plans? I don't think you fully like him. Is there a reason you keep helping him?"

Randy looked at me baffled and confused, as if I told him the sky was green.

Randy: "I've baa, been helping out on the farm since I was a lamb??? He kinda helped make me??? What am I supposed to do??? RUN AWAY AND LIVE IN THE WOODS?!?!"

Baxter: "Haha, I’d smash his head in if I had to deal with him even half as long as you had to!" I exclaimed half jokingly.

Randy: "???” Randy looked at me like I was crazy.

 "Look I've been helping manage the other sheep for abaa a decade. Baafore thaat I was helping maa with harvesting crops and animal rearing." “I’ve spend my whole life working in this place, I don’t know why yer so surprised thaat I’ve adjusted to the fact thaat ya either ya fall in line with what pops wants, or else.”

Baxter: "Is THAAAT why you thought it was good idea to use a fucking shock collar on me?!" I yelled.

Randy: "Sorry abaa thaat." "I shoulda been more careful abaa what I told ya." He said regretfully.

Baxter: "..." I stared at him waiting for elaboration.

Randy: "It was an accident." Randy said his voice was suffocated by guilt. "The doc doesn't really get, the idea of trying to lead anyone without maniplating or coersing them. And baacause I'm supposed to be in charge of the flock, it kinda just…” He paused lost in thought.

“Activates whenever I tell folks to do something." He said the word activates almost euphemistically.

Baxter: "Its hard to fucking trust someone if you think its okay to use those things to their personal advantage. Thankfully thaat assumption seems not have much truth to it."

Randy: "I don't want to end up actin like doc, and if using his tech made ya think I was being like him, then I'm sorry."

Baxter: "I know… Just please don’t pull thaat shit again okay.” Randy: "I won't."

Randy looked remorseful and guilty, clearly apologetic about earlier.I scooted myself closer to randy and put my hand on his shoulder.

Baxter: "Thank you baa, by the way. It was really nice of you to convince the doctor to give us a brake like this." Randy: "Heh, Well from how ya where reacting to him ya sure as hell needed one!" Randy said as he put his hand over my shoulder trying to comfort me.

I reached my hand on top of randy's head and softly petted it. Randy: "Baaaa!" He cheerfully bleated. "Heheh, I guess ya managed to turn the tabbaa, tabbles on me."

Baxter: "You know even if it was weird, and little embaa, embarrassing. And if I wasn't exactly thinking straight when it happened. I didn't mind the petting all thaat much." I sheepishly stated.

Randy: "Would you mind now?" Randy eagerly asked. Baxter: "Heheheh, I guess not..." I said with smile.

Me and randy sat on the couch as he pet me , While less intensely enjoyable as it felt when deeply under the collars influence it still felt nice. Nice to have my woolly hair played with, Nice to have the back of my neck massaged, nice to have this moment with randy.

After a bit I started laying on randy. Well of course after doing some jenga to find how to do so without stabbing him. He wrapped his arm around me as layed my head and nuzzled it against his, Spending the rest of the half hour we had together cuddling each other and embracing each others company.

After all this time I had managed to calm down. Unfortunately Randy had to remind me of the fact this escape was only temporary.

Randy: "Okay, so..." "Pops is probaably done writing down notes abaa ya." "And if we wait any longer and he's either gonna be angry as wasps nest thaat yer not baack yet, or is plotting world domination. Either way we should come baack baafore things escalate."

Baxter: "I don't have to put the goddamn collar baack on do I?" I said my voice full of dread.

Randy: "Sorry but..." He said trailing off.

Baxter: "Whaat if we make a decoy?!" I begged bargining for a way to avoid what he already viewed as inevitable.

Randy: "There ain't enough time for thaat, and it ain't easy to fool him. Especially abaa his own devices." He said matter of factly.

Baxter: "If I promise to put it baack on right now. You have to promise not to snitch on me for not wearing the collar once we get baack home." I said desperately.

Randy: "Okay just, wear the collar in front of doc. I don't want ya gettin in even more trouble." His throat seemed to tighten, as if he knew this wasn’t something he should be allowing.

Baxter: "Fine." I said trying to tolerate the compromise we’d come to.

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Doc: "So you've already grown quite fond of him haven't you randy?" "What has it been, A week?" The doctor sounded dismissive, as if trusting someone that quickly was naive or stupid.

Randy: "Yes sir I haaave grown fond of this feller, Yes its baa, been abaa, about a week." Randy sounded exasperated and tired.

Doc: "First you come along with Brandon, Then you come along with Him, I'm sensing a pattern. Do you plan on chaperoning all future check ups?"

Randy: "Sir it is my job to maake sure thaat the rest of the flock feels comfortable. If interacting with ya makes them tense up like it does with Baarandon and Baaxter then I gotta try an, you know help em ease their nerves."

Doc: "As if I don't know how to comfort people, I'm the one with a degree in psychology here."

Doc: "So what was I doing again." "OH right!" "Seeing if Baxter needs any help."

Baxter: "What??? Kind???"

Doc: "Well two things, 1: Seeings how much progress the serum has made so far, 2: evaluating if you need any mental augmentation before I can trust you to behave."

Baxter: "Me baaahave?!" "When the hell is thaat going to happen?!"

Randy: "Bax!" "Please do not make it worse for yerself!"

Doc: "Was that an order or?"

Randy: "Pops I don't need ya to use the collar to make them listen to baaasic requests like thaat."

Doc: "He isn't going to listen to you otherwise, I hope you know that." "He doesn't listen to me and I don't stutter every time try to use words with B in them."

Randy: "Ya know thats a vocal tick and ain't cause I'm nervous."

Doc: "Regardless of the reason. The less clearly you speak, the less your lackeys will respect you, its simple logic. Or as you would say baaa asic logic."

Randy: "Hardy har har."

Baxter: "Did YOU just refer to me a FUCKING LACKEY!?!"

Doc: "Perhaps I did."

Baxter: "WHAT THE FUCK!?! WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU CALL ME THAAT!?!" 

Randy: "BAX!" "Could ya wait at least a minute or two baafore ya make him decide ya need more baarain washin?!"

Baxter: "Fine!"

Doc: "So Baxter how do you feel about the transformation so far?"

Baxter: "To summarize, I feel abaasolutely fucking conflicted abaa, about it. "First off I've noticed the vocal tick thing, It drives me fucking insane! Second off I've been losing fingers and toes like I've baa, been playing the knife game for a week straight. Third of all I hate how hot it makes me feel!"

Randy: "Well ya look hot too.~"

Baxter: "No, Not what I meant, ughhh! Lets just say sweat and fluff were NOT meant to mix!"

"It feels weird having my hands have so little dexterity it feels weird having my face not look ANYTHING like it used to, I mean my head shape is the somewhat the same and I kept my eye color BAA!"

I took a deep breath to calm myself.

"I kept my eye color baa, but it seems like, The whites of my eyes are turning blue and, It feels like what little humanity I haad left is slipping through my fingers like saand. Or hooves I guess?"

Doc: "Is there any positive sides to it in your mind?"

Baxter: "..." "Am I allowed to take off the collar?"

Doc: "Are you not capable of answering the question with the collar on?"

Baxter: "Are you looking for my answer or the collars? Baacause I can tell thaat the collar is fucking with my head."

Doc: "Baxter are you going to answer the question or not."

Baxter: "I suppose there might be some sort of sliver lining to this baa, bullshit. I guess the horns look at least a little cool, Hooves make running around barefooted easier, and, well, as much as it makes me overheat, The soft fluffy wool feels pretty nice."

Doc: "Baxter do you view your self as human?"

Baxter: "No." I grumbled.

Doc: "Do you view that as a good thing?"

Baxter: "Still can't take off the collar."

Doc: "Correct, you are still not allowed to remove the collar."

While sitting in my chair I contemplated, Did I view this as a good thing. My initial gut feeling was, No, of fucking course not! But part of me felt compeled to accept the transformation as a good thing. I shouldn't like this?! I shouldn't regret this, I love being with my flock. I do regret this, I have to go back, I have a life to keep living!! This farm is my new home, And I'd be abandoning my flock if I left it. WHY THE FUCK WOULD I SEE THE FARM AS A HOME?!

Baxter: "What the hell is the point of asking me, about my opinions, when I can't fucking think straight!?" 

Doc: "Mr Barnes, answer the question."

Baxter: "Well "I" am starting to get used to the results, Is this the collar talking is it me I dunno who fucking cares! Baaa, but I? It doesn't feel right saying thaaat its a good thing thaat I'm not fully human anymore baa, but... It doesn't feel wrong to say thaat either though???"

Doc: "So undecided?" 

Baxter: "I fucking guess!?"

Doc: "Would you rather be fully human, or like the others?"

Baxter: "I'd Prefer to be some sort of hybrid baatween the two. Like maybaaa I keep the horns, bottom hooves and some of my fluffy fleece, but keep enough of a human face to still, You know be able to go outside litterly ever again!"

Doc: "If your preference lies closer towards being a sheep the purely human do you view your current state as ideal?"

Baxter: "YES!? NO!? MAAYBAA??? Maybe??? Do I have to answer all of the questions??"

Doc: "Not if you'd like to stay here all night." He said with a cocky smirk on his face.

Okay lets try to think this through. I've already listed what I like about being like the rest of the sheep, and what I hate about it. I just have to weigh the pros and cons. Pros the soft fluffy wool, the horns, the hooves, Living with the flock. Cons the heat. Though my nice fluffy fleece would do great at keeping me warm in the winter. limited dexterity. Though my new hooves are sturdier then my old fingers. inability to interact with society in person. Though I can get things at the farm way easier then outside. Working under the doctor. Even if I don't love working under the doctor I might like working under the farmer. Why the hell am I playing devils advocate for the doctor?! I have to find a way to get this stupid fucking collar off!!

Randy: "Baax?!" "Ya there??"

Baxter: "Wha, huh!?" I responded after being caught lost in thought.

Randy: "Ya were kinda spacin out there?!"

Baxter: "I was trying to think of an answer baa, but the collar was making really fucking hard to think clearly."

Randy: "The collars can do a numbaa on yer focus, especially when yer not used to em. It's not the easiest thing baa, but I'm sure ya can manage to tough it out." He said attempting to be reassuring.

Baxter: “RANDY!" I shouted before taking a deep breath to calm myself.

This wasn’t the first time he expected me to just brush off the issues I was dealing with. And this habit of his was finally starting to get on my nerves.

Baxter: "Randy, Telling me all these colossal fucking issues I'm dealing with, aren't probaalems isn't helping me, nearly as much as you’d like to think it is." I said, straining my voice so as not to yell.

Randy: "Doc caan me and Baax, talk outside for a bit?" Randy requested sheepishly.

Randy: "Doc caan me and Baax, talk outside for a bit?" Randy requested sheepishly.

Doc: "No, you are interrupting this enough as is." He said annoyed with the question.

Doc: "Baxter, answer the question." He said in a stern and cold manner.

Baxter: "Sigh." I braced myself for how I was going to have to word this. "I think thaat I might not have thaat much of a probaalem, with the physical transformation?" The mental one was a whole other story. "Baa, but thaat, I don't know how the hell I'd even go outside like this anymore?" I said my mind overflowing with potential problems I’d deal with trying to go out in public.

Doc: "How do you feel about the prospect of living with the flock?" He questioned curiously.

Baxter: "Despite my, feelings, towards the rest of the flock here I still hate the idea of living here." I said trying as best as I could to come off as disaffected by their company.

Doc: "And, why exactly would you hate living here?" He said in an amused tone.

Baxter: "There’s a variety of reasons why I’d rather not stay in this..." I paused trying to find a word coded in enough sugar to not offend the psycho interrogating me.

“Strict and well monitored facility…” I mumbled while trailing off.

Doc:"Do you like that the facility is strict and well monitored? I suppose such high praise implies you enjoy how I’ve been running the place?” He asked sarcastically.

Baxter: "...” “Could I take up Randy's offer to go outside now?" I said wishing to retreat from the conversation.

Doc: "Randy if you don’t manage to get him to stop avoiding my questions, I'm either giving him a brain scan, or having roasted mutton tonight."

Randy: "Baahahahahaheheheh!" "O-of course sir! (Thaat was hopefully a joke...)" Randy nervously remarked.

I grabbed Randy's hand and ran outta the room.

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An electronic tinny chime was heard as speakers installed along side walls echoed through the sheep pen. A familiar voice was heard from the old speaker system.

Doc: "Baxter Barnes be a good sheep and come to the clinic for a quick evaluation."

The mad doctor said with a smile in his voice potentially faker and more plastic then the speakers broadcasting it.

Upon hearing I'd be dealing the doctor again I stood there silently like a deer in headlights.

Randy: "If ya have to go, Would it help if I came with?" Randy said putting his hand unto my shoulder trying to comfort me.

Baxter: "Sigh..." "I guess?" "I guess It'd baa, be better then going alone."

He opened the door, and we both walked through it. I felt the cold breeze of the wind blow over my wool, and while normally I like the cold, tonight it only made me tense up more then I already was.

I decided to talk to Randy to pass the time, and maybe ease my mountain of concerns.

Baxter: "So, its baa, been fun hanging out with you guys!Even if I'm sorta, trapped here. I'm going to have to stay here for the rest of the month right?"

Randy: "Yeah?"

Baxter: "So what the fuck would I be doing while living here for that time?"

Randy: "Mostly ya'd have to fill out surveys from the doc, and do work with the rest of the flock. Most the time we do farm work baa, ya have to occasionally do work for him too."

Baxter: "So you guys don't have work for him most the time?" 

Randy: "Yeah."

Baxter: "Well thaats a relief, Not thaat I want to stay here baa, but you guys do not fucking deserve his bullshit."

Randy: "Well thats at least under the assumption ya don't manage to piss him off again. In which case he will end up tryin to "Fix" yer attitude issues. Again..."

Baxter: "I see... Well I doubt I'm going manage to baahave since his idea of baahaaving is being a mindless puppet for him to order around however he pleases!"

Randy: "Despite whatcha may think he isn't all baaad." 

Baxter: "And where is his good side? The Mariana trench, Altantus, The Fucking Moon!?"

Randy: "I don't think he's good guy, He aint', Baa, but He won't be as much of ass to ya if ya actually listen to him."

Baxter: "I'd rather die. Baaasides him being less unsufferabaa when you "obaay" him, only proves how much of a mircomanging tyrant he is."

Randy: "Ya make a point. Baasides yer not really wrong abaa the whole, Puppet thing. The man is a major control freak, Always has been and probaably always will be."

"Maa, Umm the farmer..." "She caan be pretty swell to be around, And since she gives us most of the work it wouldn't be thaaat baaad if ya decided to stay here."

Baxter: "I don't intend to stay, baa, but its nice thaat one of your baa, bosses? Parents?" Does creators work?" 

Randy: "Thaat'd be the most accurate."

Baxter: "I'm glad thaat at least one of your creators isn't a cruel manipulative asshole."

Randy: "Thanks Baaax!" "It means alot!"

Baxter: "Fuck...."

"We're almost there..." 

Randy: "Baax I've dealt with this mans bullshit far more and for far longer then you hopefully ever will. Whatever he's gonna do to ya, I'm sure I can help ya through it."

Baxter: "..."

Randy: "Look ya caan grab hand my if it helps."

I reached my hand over to his and grabbed it. While a feeling of dread still felt thick and overwhelming, It didn't feel as inescapable. If the paranoia and fear of whats to come was darkness, randy s hand acted like a torch, illuminating the night.

Randy: "Ya okay? Cause I think I mighta baaroke somethin."

Seems he definitely noticed how lost in thought I got.

Baxter: "Itsjustthatimfreakingoutandthenyoutouchmyhandandithelpsbaaalso..."

Randy: "Baaax, slow down."

Baxter: "My heart was, already abaa to beat outta my chest and..." "I've never had another guy hold my hand baafore except my dad."

Randy: "Ya want me to stop???"

Baxter: "HELL FUCKING NO!! I mean, ummm. I'd baa happy with, I'd be, fine with you holding my hand. As long as YOU want to thaat is."

As much as I tried and failed to play it cool, I genuinely did want him to keep holding my hand. I held his hand the rest of the way on our walk to that god forsaken clinic.

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Me and the rest of the flock went inside to cool off.

Randy: "So, if its too hot for baaaxter to stay outside right now, whaat do yall wanna do?"

Hayley: "We could play some baa, board games." Brandon: "Perhaps we could play some video games?" Patrick: "I dunno maybaaa watch some tv."

Baxter: "Would minecraft or x files work for all of you guys?"

Hayley: "I'd find either of those a great time!"

Brandon: "I'd like to watch x-files since its been a baa, a bit since we've watched some scifi together." "Baasides to have five players at once we'd have to set another console."

Baxter: "Do you have another ps3 or an xbox or something?"

Brandon: "Sorry baa no." "I was planing on getting a new console soon anyway baacause our current catalog is very, umm out dated right now."

Patrick: "Awww so no minceraft."

Randy: "Well if thaats the case, what type of shows do yall wanna watch?"

Baxter: "Like I said x-files is good option." "Baa, but I'd also like watching supernatural."

Brandon: "I'd like watching startrek, x-files, or any sort of scifi."

Patrick: "Comedy, cooking stuff, maybaa anime."

Hayley: "I'm not very picky when comes to tv shows, baa I rembaa enjoying hells kitchen with patrick."

Randy: "Yall fine with x-files."

Brandon: "Of course!" Hayley: "Why not its a show I haven't seen in while." 

Patrick: "Lol I guess its a decent show."

Randy turned on the living room tv searched for x-files and started at the first episode. The moment the episode started I sang along with the notes of the x files theme.

Patrick: "Hey so imma make popcorn what type of drinks ya guys want?"

Brandon: "Mountain dew please!" Baxter: "Coke or Pepsi." Hayley: "I'd like a mocha please." 

Randy: "We still have some of thaat lemonade right."

Patrick: "So mountain dew, cola, mocha, and lemonade."

Brandon: "So Baaxter do you consider yourself to be a scifi fan?"

Baxter: "Sorta. I like stuff like alien and stranger things so I guess you could call me one."

Brandon: "Cool! Would you perhaps consider watching star trek later?"

Baxter: "Eh, I don't see why the hell not."

Randy: "So Bax, how ya handling heatwise?" 

Baxter: "Baa, better." "I guess the wool will take getting used to. Is it always going to baa, be this fucking itchy?" 

Hayley: "Don't worry sweetie it only feels this itchy the first time."

Brandon: "I baalieve doctor hardwick referred to something abaa the accelerated growth causing over-stimulation."

Baxter: "Well thaats good then."

Patrick came back with our popcorn and drinks. By the second episode Patrick decided to join along with me in singing the x files theme. Due the second episodes title being deep throat Patrick and Randy made an excessive amount of dirty jokes about swallowing things, Hayley thankfully being the voice of reason got them to stop. By the third episode both Brandon and Patrick sang along. Apparently them loudly singing theme songs together happens often. In order to make this worse I plan to bring microphones next time.

Overall Brandon, Randy, and Hayley seemed to enjoy the mystery elements of the show, Brandon and Patrick liked the scifi angle, Even if Brandon seemed a bit uneasy with some of the darker scenes. Also randy cried like a baby at the end of conduit, I dunno why, but something about Mulder wanting to find his lost sister really got to him. After three or four episodes we stopped watching tv by about for 4 o'clock for Patrick and Hayley to prepare dinner. apparently Randy is banned from preparing dinner due to smashing granola bars with a hammer, sticking them into a hay bale and calling it a salad.

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Brandon: "God does the sheep formula enhance cognitive dissonance, Baacause if it DOES I'm blaming hardwick for this train wreck."

Patrick: "At this point I dunno if it'd be more accurate to say the closet's made of glass or on fire."

Hayley: "Baarandon. Its not nice, to call people train-wrecks. Paatrick. Even if I know you aren't trying to insult him, This is clearly a very touchy subject for him. Baarandon, I'm sure you would feel just as hurt if someone you barely knew treated you this way. Patrick, I'm sure you wouldn't appreciate it if someone talked to you like this when you were having trouble accepting yourself. Now I hope both of you caan apologize to baaxter.

Brandon: "I'm sorry Baaxter." "I was baa, being rude and condescending, and I should have taken into account how you would've felt hearing me treat you like thaat."

Patrick: "I'm sorry dude, I have a baaad haabit of jokin bout things thaat I probaably shouldn't."

Baxter: "I don't know why I'd forgive two people who see me as some sort of delusional wreck."

Brandon: "I'm sorry for calling you a trainwreck. Thaat was pretty uncalled for."

Patrick: "Sorry dude, I was just trying to joke around, I didn't mean say to anything actually, ya know hurtfull."

Baxter: "Well its not the first time I've baaa, been mocked for thaat specific subject so I'm used to it. Baaasides for some weird reason you guys actually seem to feel guilty abaaout it? So I forgive you two."

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Hayley: "Baaxter, are your eyes working yet?"

Baxter: "Huh? Oh yeah my eyes! Well I think it'd take my eyes working to, ummm, get a good look at randys!"

Randy: "Well you have some nice looking eyes yerself." 

Baxter: "I!?"

"I do!?"

Hayley: "Raandy always waas quite the charmer, only a week and the greenhorn is already swooning over him." 

Baxter: "Shut up! I am NOT "swooning" over randy!"

Brandon: "Sure thing Baaxter." 

Baxter: "Shut up Baarandon!"

Patrick: "Lmao, Dude, if you dig yerself any further in da nile and you'll end up in a tomb. Sides no way in hell someone like you, who just grew their fleece in is gonna out run boulders." 

Baxter: "Grew my fleece in?!"

Patrick: "I'd say that the doc pulled the wool over yer eyes, baa, that wool'd be ignoring how fluffy the rest of ya has got."

I looked down at myself in shock realizing that my body had grown a coat of fur around it. My arms and legs had a thin black coat and my the wool around was basically just as thick as the rest of the flock.

Baxter: "I?"

"I didn't think it was thaat thick?!" 

Randy: "Its been thaat thick since earlier we started butting heads with each other."

Baxter: "How?!" "How didn't I notice!?" 

Brandon: "Baaacause the re-coloration of your sclera waas straining your eyes too much for you to properly see."

Baxter: "I have other senses Baaaraandon!!" "I should've felt it or something!" 

Brandon: "Perhaps since you joined us directly after waking up you were too preoccupied to pay attention to the changes?"

Baxter: "Well the extra wool explains why I feel so hot, I just assumed that summer decided its turn wasn't over or some shit."

Randy: "Sure ya weren't always thaaat hot?~" 

Baxter: "I!?" "You know whaaat I mean raaandy!"

Randy: "Though if yer wools making ya sweaty then, Why don'cha take a shower or somethin, It usually helps me cool off." 

Baxter: "With how many gallons of shampoo?"

Randy: "Say baaaxter? Do you not know how to wash fur?" 

Baxter: "Why, Why would I?!"

Randy: "Mind if I help you out in the baathroom?~"

Baxter: "You?!"

"I!?"

"Well?!"

I hoped that my black wool was opaque enough to block the color of my red hot blushing cheeks.

Baxter: "That would be niii, not!"

"Not unnecessary!"

"Wouldn't it be better if, we just went inside???"

"You know, where its, air conditioned?" 

Randy: "Well Bax if thats what ya'd prefer then fine by me."

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After waking back up it seemed to be way later then when I went to sleep, I woke up early in the morning but it seemed to be around noon by the time I woke up. Curious and not knowing anything better to do, I got some shorts on went outside and tried seeing what the others were doing.

Baxter: "HEY RANDY!!!" Hearing me shout all the sheep stopped ramming each others heads together.

Baxter: "Do you have room for another player!?" 

Randy: "Damn finished with yer nap?! Thankfully you got up baafore we were done."

I was excited to join in, I gave it my all and tried my best. After a long hard contest against each other it seemed like everyone felt exhausted. Randy gave us all a rundown on how we did.

Randy: "Braaandon you did really well speed wise and but you don't still caaan't take a hit very well." 

Brandon: "Sorry this isn't exaaactly my forte, I was never really that athletic, especially compared to you."

Randy: "Hey in the first paart you actually haaad a pretty good straatagy if you didn't doubt yourself you'd do way baaateer."

He turned his head to look at Patrick.

Randy: "So patrick you really good skill wise, But I could tell you were really outta of it energy wise." 

Patrick: "Sorry that neither me or baarandon are good maaatches for you. It was really hot today wool'dn't really give it my all ya know."

Randy: "I reckon thaat we should've waited till we got sheared to do this."

Randy turned his head to look at me.

Randy: "Baxter yer almost as fast as me, but your no where near as strong though, But ya did amazing for a first timer." 

Baxter: "You, you have to be lying."

Randy: "No I mean it, ya did really well, Ya even did baatter then the other two." 

Baxter: "You really mean it?!" 

Randy: "I sure do."

My cheeks flushed a bright red and my eyes were drawn to his like they were black holes sucking away all my attention. Randy walked over to me and kissed me on the cheek.

Baxter: "?!?!?!?!"

I thought I should grab him and kiss him back, but unfortunately couldn't bring myself to at the time.

[welcome-to-the-flock]

Today I was ravenous and I didn't feel like I had enough food after breakfast. Because of this I decided to grab a salad someone left in the fridge and eat about a dozen mangoes. Once I was full I laid down on our bed and tried ignoring the itchy sensation covering my body long enough to get some rest.

(Side note. Mangos contain alot of the protein needed to make hair out of.)

[welcome-to-the-flock]

Baxter: "You know while I don't really mind all thaat much, It still feels, off, chewing with a muzzle this long."

Randy: "Well if yer not used to yer muzzle yet. I could I dunno. Show you how to use it.~"

Baxter: "I!?"

"You!"

"I'm not gay!!"

I said blushing with an intensity that implied the exact opposite.

Patrick: "Hi not gay I'm dad." 

Baxter: "Shut up!"

"I like women!"

Patrick: "So do ya also like men or do you just melt into blushing mess if anyone complements ya."

Baxter: "Well I don't act gay!"

"And I like women!"

"And I DO NOT find men especially Randy hot!"

Patrick: "Your probaaably just all-bi yourself."

Baxter: "I'm NOT gay nor would I ever WANT, To sleep with another man!" 

Patrick: "What do you call the last few days then?"

Baxter: "You know what I meant, when I said sleep with!!"

Randy: "Anyway, since you had to deal with old hardwick all day I'll let you pick the movie we get to watch today."

Baxter: "Ummm, Thanks raandy."

Once it was close to being night I was brought back to our room to get watch a movie and then get some rest.

Baxter: "So I was trying to watch the scream movies earlier baafore, I impulsively smashed my collar." "So, Would you guys be fine with watching those?"

Randy: "Well its yer choice." 

Hayley: "I've seen those baafore I'd love to show them to the others!" 

Patrick: "Lol why not." 

Brandon: "Well, Ummmm, If they, the rest of you want to watch a horror movie then, then, I guess."

Randy: "Well its settled then. Brandon, since ya ain't really a horror fan why don't ya go make some popcorn." 

Brandon: "Okay sir."

The others seemed to enjoy the movie, and while brandon was still very scared he seemed to enjoy the company he was getting at the very least.

Me and Hayley were shocked at the fact that Brandon had never watched this movie before. Hayley seemed to be a big horror fan which isn't something I expected, Its a nice surprise though.

Patrick was mostly pointing out tropes and joking around the whole time. Randy was trying to figure out who was going to die when. Hayley was patting Brandons head to comfort him as he leaned on her for comfort.

Over all we had a fun time together.

The whole shared bedroom idea has really grown on my, While I do enjoy my privacy.

The warm comfort of sharing space with the rest of my flock, is a million times better then the cold isolation of waking up in the playground that psycho pretends is a medical clinic.

[welcome-to-the-flock]

Randy: "BAAAXTER ARE YOU OKAY!?!" 

Baxter: "Yeah I'm fine just a little, discombobulated is all." 

Randy: "Do you remembaa what happened when you were with him?!" 

Baxter: "Mostly some hypnosis and the dreaded shock collar." 

Randy: "Well knowin how ya acted round, him, it coulda been worse."

Brandon: "Baaxter how baad is the collar getting right now?!"

Baxter: "It seems alot worse then baafore, I think?" "Baafore the effects didn't seem to, I dunno, linger around?" "If thaat maakes anysense?"

Brandon: "Well, Hopefully you haven't fully lost your mind."

Baxter: "I'd fucking hope so too." "I don't want to wake up one day and start talking abaa how. I LoVe tO BaA a GoOd sHeEp fOr mAsTeR."

Brandon: "Hehehe yeah."

Hayley: "Well he brought us here and gave us all place to stay why wouldn't we want to obey him. Baasides I find it sweet of him whenever he calls us good sheep."

Baxter: "And I find it annoying." "I don't want my KIDNAPPER to act all buddy, buddy with me."

Patrick: "See brandon he didn't come baack as a weird zombie thing with no personality. Though with how he was talking to Randy earlier the doc seemed pissed. So I understand why ya might assume the worst."

"Baa the way, what did you do to piss him off like that?"

Baxter: "I smashed the collar."

Patrick: "Yeah he gets really pissy abaa his tech gettin ruined? Surefire way to get an appointment Baack when I was bit more of trouble maker I kept baaraking the thermostat so he'd give me more of the mind control drugs."

Baxter: "Hahaha you fucking didn't."

Hayley: "Sadly he did." 

Patrick: "Yeah, I had some really, ummm creative, ways of getting attention baaack when was still new here."

Hayley: "So Baaxter now thaat your baack, would you mind attending a picnic with the rest of the flock?" 

Baxter: "Well thaat sounds a hell of a lot more fun then staaying thaat god daamn medical room for another daay."

I ate some delicious fruit salad and some lemonade.

Baxter: "This is delicious who made it!!" 

Randy: "We all did!" 

Brandon: "Don't, don't be so humble Randy you and Hayley did most of the work, I sorta just listened to you two."

Hayley: "Thaat doesn't mean you didn't help sweetie pie, Just baacause you weren't doing all the work didn't mean you weren't important to helping prepare baarandon."

She turned to me.

"I was plaaning on you helping us out, Baa I suppose thaat this means the dishes get to be a fun surprise for you."

Baxter: "Thanks! I guess!"

I looked over to the cookies, my eyes widening with excitement.

"Ohhh, Are those cookies homeade?!" 

Hayley: "They sure are!!"

There was chocolate cookies, oatmeal raisin cookies, and peanut butter cookies, I took the chocolate ones. They were delicious and golden brown, Though probably not something a sheep could eat.

Baxter: "So we can eat chocolate, and drink coffee which actual sheep definately can't eat, So caan we eat meat?"

Randy: "Well when it comes to the chocolate and coffee, pops said that it ain't lethal to any us, since we are way bigger then feral sheep. Though I'm not gonna pretend to know why we don't eat meat baacause I never asked him."

Baxter: "Whos your dad? Your the oldest sheep I've seen here. Did you have leave him behind after coming here?!"

Randy: "Well ya see... I don't Technically got any real parents..."

Randy: "Technically the closest thing I have to a dad is, Doctor hardwick."

Baxter: "THE MAD SCIENTIST IS YOUR DAD!?!" Randy: "Well Kinda, I was sorta made by him??" "Unlike the rest of y'all I was born like this." "So you were never really a human?"

Randy: "No I was always like this."

Baxter: "What were the rest of you guys doing baafore this? Were the rest of you ever human baafore?"

Hayley: "Well I came here baacause I always was fond of animals, And since I had a knack for crocheting I thought coming here would be nice. Course thats baack when I thought that this was just a normaal faarm."

Baxter: "So he tricked you too?" 

Hayley: "Well I was mildly mislead. and I was... I was some what apprehensive at first..."

"Baaa I eventually baacame the loyal assistant I am today." 

Baxter: "..."

Hayley: "Its not like I haave no real reason to stay here. Though since I was an especially baa, big trouble maker I had to be given some, extra effort in convincing."

"I enjoyed my time with the flock, I loved working on the farm, I loved spending time with Randy, and generally I enjoyed my time at the farm enough to decide to spend the rest of my life here."

"Baafore joining the flock this I was hopping between restaurant jobs and charity work."

Brandon: "Well, I knew it had some weird medical experiments were going at the time, baa, but."

"I loved the science behind it and I always admired the technical process of his work. I loved the thrill of gaining a new form. I loved the other sheep."

"baa, but... But I didn't know he would be this sketchy, or thaat he would be this manipulative. I guess was too blinded by the excitement to see what I got myself into."

"When I was still human I was working at a library and programming games as a hobby."

Baxter: "Wait you know how to code?" 

Brandon: "Yeah I've been interested in computers for as long as I can remembaa." 

Hayley: "Maybaa if you stay here he caan teach you."

Brandon: "Well I wouldn't mind teaching you, baa I, but I also wouldn't need you living with us too do thaat."

Baxter: "Thanks I'd appreciate thaat."

Patrick: "I was technically homeless baafore joining the flock." 

Baxter: "Wait really?"

Patrick: "Yeah, I still had enough money to be hotel hopping baa, but still."

"Baacause of this I was desperate for some quick money at the time, since I didn't haave a consistent place to stay and was hopping baatween hotels for a while."

"I needed cash and a place to stay, and didn't mind what type of experiments I'd haave to go through to get those."

"Once I realized the food and housing were virtually free I decided to stay around for the long haul."

"After a while I baacame comfortable living with the other sheep, Tbh this place felt more like a home then my old one ever did."

[welcome-to-the-flock]

Day: 5 Doc: "Good morning Baxter hows my newest experiment doing?"

Baxter: "Did I? Sleep here?" 

Doc: "That is correct, You needed some mental adjustments and therefore had to sleep in the med bay for the night."

Baxter: "Mental, adjust, ments?" My head kept spinning as and I felt like I had a terrible hangover.

Doc: "Baxter? How much do you remember from yesterday."

Baxter: "Could I? Please? Coffee?" "First?" I was both hungover and half asleep, But I still couldn't help but cringe at that train-wreck of a sentence.

Doc: "Knowing how lucid you seem, perhaps its better that I wait a few minutes before questioning your memory right now." 

Baxter: "Yeah, wait till... I'm awake..."

Waking up more fully I realize I'd been put in a medical gown over night, I don't know when because most of yesterday night is a blur.

Looking at my arms I could tell that the soft fluffy texture that previously had only covered my hands nose and feet had started to cover my whole body. Unfortunately it wasn't as thick as the others fur yet, but it was a start.

My feet had become far more hoof like, the front of them didn't resemble human feet at all. But the general shape of them was still distinctly humanoid, because unlike the other sheep my joints still connected together the exact same way a humans did.

Why was I being so calm about this, didn't I care about avoiding this or something?

The doctor came back in with some coffee, creamer, sugar and two coffee cups.

Baxter: "Thanks I guess." 

Doc: "Well it'd be impossible to get any data without you being awake enough to answer questions."

Baxter: "So what do I remember from yesterday? Well I remember waking up. Sneaking around the other sheep. Chatting with the flock a bit, and then..."

"Then I baaroke my collaar?"

Doc: "Why did you brake your collar?" 

Baxter: "Baacause, baacause, it was fucking with my head?" 

Doc: "Do you regret that decision?"

Baxter: "..."

"Yes."

Doc: "Why exactly?" 

Baxter: "Baacause of how much it pissed you off." 

Doc: "It seems like you regret being caught more then anything else."

Baxter: "That is baacause thaat is the exact reason I regret doing that, And I have no intentions of lying abaa it."

Doc: "..."

Baxter: "Let me guess I disappointed you baa not giving you an excuse to use a truth serum or something? I've seen ENOUGH of your punishment methods, and frankly, I'd baa, I'd be an idiot not to avoid them as much as possible!"

Doc: "I didn't expect someone as closed off as you to be honest with me, However its pleasant surprise.

"So how do you feel about the transformation so far?"

Baxter: "Uncertain..."

"I remember being scared of it earlier, Baa, but I think thats only baacause it was strange."

"And baacause you drowned the explanation to death in jargon until the tiny bit of truth hidden under the bullshit was a shriveled up mummy."

"But even if I only accepted the offer baacause of all your lies, I'm somewhat curious how this will pan out."

Doc: "Do you view your self as human?"

Baxter: "I'm still like 60% 75% human." "So I'd say I'm still mostly human right now."

Doc: "Do you view that as a good thing?"

Baxter: "Hell no, I'm stuck in some awkward middle stage between human and sheep."

Doc: "Would you rather be fully human, or like the others?"

Baxter: "....." "Hmmmm..." "Fully human?" "Like the others?" "Both???" "Shapeshifting, My answer is shapeshifting."

Doc: "Why are you so indecisive?"

Baxter: "Baacause I don't know how I'd leave while being a sheep. Its not like I could waltz where ever the fuck I want looking like this."

Doc: "How do you feel about the prospect of living with the flock?"

Baxter: "The flock is full of nice people. People who do not deserve your bullshit. I don't really want to live with the flock baacause that would imply living with you."

Doc: "Well, These results certainly show improvement?"

Baxter: "Can I leave now I answered your questions?!"

Doc: "Yes."

Baxter: ("Thank fucking god.") I mumbled to myself.

[welcome-to-the-flock]

The doctor put a gas mask up to his face and pulled a remote out of his coat pocket. He clicked some buttons on the remote and some gas started pouring into the room. Making it hard to see, hard to breath, hard to think. After ingesting these toxic fumes I passed out.

Doc: "Good morning sleepy head!How are you doing?" 

Baxter: "Wha.." "Where..." "Am I?"

Doc: "You are currently in the med bay." 

Baxter: "Why?"

Doc: "Because I'm currently evaluating your progress when it comes to my serums effects on you. Your hooves are progressing splendidly by the way. Do your feet hurt?" 

Baxter: "Surprisingly no..." "Very numb though." 

Doc: "Good I knew I gave you enough pain killers last night."

"So what lead you to the conclusion you should take a piece of my state of the art equipment, and smash it into scrap metal with a sledgehammer?"

Baxter: "The fact that your precious mind control collaar was making me hear voices in my god daamn head!"

Doc: "And why exactly did you? Throw it. At me."

The Doctor said with a thinly obscured amount venom in his voice, Like he was ready to shout but forcing himself to stay composed.

Baxter: "You baaarged into the room and slaammed the door open like you wanted to break the hinges off." "So I paanicked and threw the collaar. You give off very scummy outputting vibes, Why wouldn't I want to avoid you?" 

Doc: "Anyway wait right there I will only be a minute."

He came back into the room with another collar and then made me wear it.

Baxter: "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" "I DON'T GET TO HAVE MORE THEN HALF AN HOUR OF TIME HAVING THAAT STUPID THING GONE BAAFORE YOU GIVE ME ANOTHER!!"

The Doctor clicked some buttons on the remote. As a strange purple gas filled the room he grabbed a gas mask. Doctor hardwick went to hook up and turn on a small television screen. A black and white spiral pattern appeared on the tv.

Doc: "So what I'm going to need ya to do is to look into the spiral and take deep breaths, Does that sound fine."

Baxter: "So are you hypnotizing me!? "Am I not a Docile enough of a sheep for you?" "Am I baa, being too much of nuisance?"

The doctor chuckled to himself before turning a knob on his remote and releasing more gas. I started coughing on the strange substance I think it was different then gas he used last time. That gas had a very strong smell and taste but visually looked no different then fog or water vapor, While this stuff was nearly odorless but had a noticeable lavender hue.

Doc: "Now then, Calm down, Relax, All I want you to do is say a few simple pharses and breath in an out think do you can do that?"

Baxter: "Am I, cough, getting, cough, out of here, wheeze, otherwise?"

Doc: "Well I could always try one of my riskier tools on you."

Baxter: "Fine."

The Doctor asked me to breath in and breath out, he repeated those two phrases over and over again for about half a minute. With each breath I had inhaled more and more of the intoxicating air.

Doc: "Now, Repeat after me." "I'm not a human, Not anymore."

Baxter: "Yes I am?!" BZZZZT

Doc: "Do humans have horns, Do humans have muzzles? Now Baxter I need you to repeat after me." "I'm not a human, Not anymore." 

Baxter: "I'm not a human, Not anymore."

Doc: "Its great that I'm not human anymore."

Baxter: "No it isn't!?" BZZT

Doc: "Its great that I'm not human anymore." 

Baxter: "Its "GREAT" that I'm not human anymore."

Doc: "I'm a sheep who works on a farm."

Baxter: "Unfortunately I'm a sheep who works on a farm."

Doc: "I love being a sheep, I love working on my farm."

Baxter: "I hate being, a she" BZZT "HUMAN. I hate." ZAP "I, I, LOVE" BEING A SHEEP, AND, LOVE WORKING ON MY FARM."

Doc: "I love being a sheep, I love working on my farm."

Baxter: "I love being a sheep and love working on my farm."

Doc: "Good sheep, Good little sheep."

The doctor gave me scritches beneath my chin fed me some fruit flavored candy. To my embarrassment made a bleat like affectionate hum from the chin scritches.

Baxter: "What no! Why? Why are treating me like a kid?!" "Or some god daaaamned pet!"

Doc: "Because you were finally cooperating."

Baxter: "MAYBAA I DON'T WANT TO COOPERATE!"

Doc: "Yet."

I was slowly losing control of myself, It was like couldn't speak my mind, it felt like my own body was fighting with itself.

Doc: "I'm not a human, Not anymore." 

Baxter: "I'm not... Not a human... Not anymore..." As I drowsily repeated his words it felt as if my body was on autopilot.

Doctor: "Good sheep." He pet the top of my head and scratched under my chin.

Doc: "Its great that I'm not human anymore." 

Baxter: "Its great... Great... I'm not human anymore..." 

Doctor: "Good sheep, Only bad sheep miss being human." He pet me and scratched my chin. 

Baxter: "Only baaad sheep..." "Miss baaing..." "Human..."

Doc: "I am a sheep who works on a farm." 

Baxter: "I am a sheep... Who works on farm..." 

Doctor: "Good sheep." He pet me. 

Baxter: "Baaaa" I bleated affectionately at his pets.

Doc: "I love being a sheep, I love working on my farm." 

Baxter: "I love baaa... being sheep... I love working on farm..." 

Doctor: "Good sheep, Only bad sheep hate working on their farm." 

Baxter: "Only baaad sheep..." "Hate..." "Farm..."

Doc: "As a sheep I have soft fluffy wool." 

Baxter: "As sheep... I have soft... fluffy... wool..." He patted my head.

Doc: "As a sheep I love my soft fluffy wool." 

Baxter: "As sheep... I love my... soft... fluffy... wool..." 

Doctor: "Good sheep, Only bad sheep hate their wool." 

Baxter: "Only baaad sheep... Hate... Wool..."

Doc: "This farm is my new home I would never want to leave." 

Baxter: "This farm is new home... I would never leave..."

Doc: "Good sheep, Only bad sheep leave their flock." 

Baxter: "Only baaad sheep..." "Leave..." "Flock..."

He Scratched my the underside of my chin, Scratched behind my ears and gave me a fruit salad. After that I fell into a trance not doing anything but repeating the doctors words to myself, Staring at the spiral and falling into unconsciousness.

[welcome-to-the-flock]

After all a good sheep follows their flock. I was abandoning the rest of the herd by staying home wasn't I? Was I being a bad sheep? I yanked at the collar and ripped it off of my neck. While it didn't get rid of the discomfort of being stuck in an empty house. The intrusive thoughts, guilt tripping about being a "bad sheep" and not caring about "my flock" had subsided.

Being fed up with the stupid collar I went to the storage closet to get a sledge hammer and smash it to death. After the stupid collars lights went off I got some electrical tape and patched it up. That way if the others came back I could put the collar back on as if nothing happened.

I went back to my room and and continued watching the movie until I was interrupted by doctor hardwick slamming the door open. I threw my collar at him.

Doc: "OWWW."

"You are REALLY insistent on getting on my nerves aren't you!" 

Baxter: "Why wouldn't I be?! You've done nothing but give me shock collars and treat me like some sort of fucking lab rat!"

Doc: "You signed up to be a lab rat! While I may have not been forthcoming about the type genetic modification you'd be exposed to. You knew from the start you were going to be experimented on."

[welcome-to-the-flock]

While everyone was asleep I made myself some coffee. and got some new clothes on, Since I left my hoodie in the bedroom. Eventually the others woke up.

Baxter: "Good morning."

All the sheep said good morning back to me.

Randy: "So Baaxter, have ya calmed down from yesterday?"

Baxter: "I guess? Sorry, Abaa how I ummm, Acted. I kinda was baa, being a dick."

Randy: "Yeah you were so abrasive I was thinking abaat getting the doctor to make ya a donkey instead of a sheep."

Baxter: "Lol I guess I was being a baa, a bit of daaamn ass."

Patrick: "Sure that being an ass wouldn't fit baatter for ya? Though it'd be a"mule"sing see trying to see you fit into any kind pack. So a baa, being a pack mule might not be for you."

Baxter: "Well if I was given an option, I wouldn't pick the one that guarantees I'd be carrying shit all day."

Patrick: "Lol yeah same."

Randy: "As much as I'd like to keep chatin with ya, Unfortunately the rest us have to get to work. Unless ya wanna tag along?"

Baxter: "Well I'd like some alone time, so, Yeah I'll pass."

Randy: "Well suit yerself."

I sat there and went back to my computer seeing if there was any thing on how skecthy this place was on the internet. I didn't find anything really usefull, mostly just conspiracy nuts talking about how the company is ran by aliens or something.

I tried watching some horror movies to pass the time. I was enjoying my time and re-watching the scream movies. The house was a little eerie with no one in it. After the second one I felt an incredibly overwhelming sense of loneliness.

[welcome-to-the-flock]

I wake up back in our big old giant mattress and tread very carefully as to not wake the others. I seem to have lost a toe or two since I'm pretty sure humans are supposed to have 5 toes not 3. Though I'm glad I have any toes at all I don't have a clue how you sneak around with hooves.

Curious about my condition I ventured towards the bathroom to use its mirror. I felt a giant sense of anticipation as I tread towards the bathroom. Grabbing the doorknob I saw how much my fingers had been changed. "God I'm not sure I can even call these nails anymore."

I looked into the mirror and what I saw shocked so I jumped back in surprise as my apparently longer ears and tail seemed to bolt up in shock.

I was looking back at my face in the mirror and it had morphed forwards and grown a faint soft fuzz over what used to be my nose. My jaw, My muzzle had a light coating of fur making it feel like a peach when I used my palms to examine it.

"MY NOSE?! MY JAW!? THEY'VE FUSED TOGETHER?!?"

Judging from the same dark color, my hands and ears also seemed to have this same fuzzy texture.

Seeing my ears move up in shock made curious if I do that on purpose.

"Wait can I? Move them?" I started twitching my ears and adjusting their position. "Wait that's actually kinda cool."

My hair was pure white by this point and as soft as cotton.

"Guess I won't need to bleach it if want to make it a crazy color anymore? Heheh, Heh? Feels abaaout as soft as the others."

Part of me was comforted by the soft fluffy fleece on my head, Another part was scared of the dwindling humanity it represented.

[welcome-to-the-flock]

I went to the living room after I was done taking my shower.

Randy: "So how are ya feeling?"

Baxter: "Regretful... Disoriented... Like this whole idea was a fucking mistake."

Randy: "Surely it ain't thaaat baaad? Ya just need some time to adjust."

Baxter: "How am I supposed to baa, be, fine with this baaalshit?"

Randy: "Well I'm sorry to say baa, yer gonna have to get used to it."

"Also yer supposed to keep the collar on."

Baxter: "Well it probaably doesn't matter since I'm going to be leaving soon."

Randy face palmed at this comment he obviously thought was stupid.

Randy: "Baaxter, How exactly do ya plan to leave?"

Baxter: "I'll tell the doctor thaat I'm not staying here and thaat I don't care abaa, About the prize money anymore."

Randy: "So the thing is you can, technically do thaat, But it ain't ever gonna happen."

Baxter: "Why not?!"

Randy: "The fee is three million bucks."

Baxter: "BAA, BAAA, BUT!" "BAAT I DON'T EVEN HAAAVE THAAT MUCH!!"

Randy: "Like I said it ain't ever gonna happen."

Baxter: "Can I leave here while the experiments going on?"

Randy: "Nope."

Baxter: "W-would, Ummm, online gambling work?"

Randy: "Gambling?"

Baxter: "I know its a stupid idea... Do you know any other way to get that much money besides gambling?!"

Randy: "If ya think yer gonna gamble yer way to getting 3 million. Then you are so far off yer rocker that you and the rocker live in different states."

Baxter: "Well there has to be SOME other way to reverse this?!"

Randy: "Good luck with thaat."

"Now hold still."

Baxter: "Why?!"

Randy: "Baacause,I haave to listen the docs rules just as much as the rest of yall, and I don't wanna get on his baad side."

I begrudgingly stood still for Randy to put the collar back on.

Realizing Randy didn't know any alternatives that were accessible to me, I asked Brandon if he knew anything about what I could do.

Baxter: "NERD DO? YOU?! KNOW HOW TO REVERSE THIS!?"

Brandon: "My names Brandon."

Baxter: "Sorry, Brandon do you have any idea on how I'd fix the mess I'm in?"

Brandon: "W-Why do you ask?"

Baxter: "Baacause I don't want to be transformed into some weird sheep thing, And you seem smart enough to know how this bullshit actually works."

Brandon: "Well it works by essentially having a virus replace your cells with sheep dna until your as much of an animal as rest of us." 

Baxter: "So if I use antibiotics It'll go away?"

Brandon: "Well, Umm, It would well, only stop further changes not really, undo already existing changes."

Baxter: "SO I'M STUCK LIKE THIS!?"

Brandon: "Sorry."

Baxter: "So..." "Its..." "Hopeless..."

Brandon: "..." He looked down at the ground sympathetically.

Baxter:  "So what do I do in the mean time?"

Brandon: "I-I don't know? Do whatever you want. You can play games over here, Watch tv, You could even visit the other animals if you wish."

Baxter: "Brandon, Does the sheep pen have video games in it?"

Brandon: "Yeah?"

Baxter: "Could you bring me to them?"

Brandon: "Of course I would!"

Brandon: "Now here is the game room!" The game room had a table tennis set, plenty of board games, an old n64, a wii, and a Ps4.

Baxter: "Is minecraft fine with you?"

Brandon: "Sure who doesn't like minecraft."

Me and brandon played minecraft until it was beginning to be night time.