The Nursery
It's a room of pastel yellow, with soft plushies scattered about neatly...soft music seems to be playing from an unknown source. It all feels...oddly claustrophobic, despite the space it actually has.
Don: Somehow, in some way, by some unknown, abstract power...
He has not only wandered into this room, but gotten stuck inside of the crib. He keeps looking over at the floor, flinching from fear, before lying back down in the crib again.
(...Oh...this is so embarassing! Ahahah! Ah...I've never been a baby before. Maybe I can become one now...)
Rue: Although it's unknown how long he's been lying there, someone finally shows up to see him...and its Rue, of all people.
He just...stares at him. "...What."
Don: He waves. "Hello! I don't know who you are."
Rue: "I'm...Rue," They say, sitting on the small couch adjacent to him, "And you're...Don, from what I remember."
Although, like always, the feelings they have were vague and tangled, they knew they had to be feeling confusion right now. Just why is he lying in a crib like a caged toddler?
Don: ...His face goes blank.
He points. Points right at Rue's head, looking almost scared.
"You!! You have a-"
He pauses to cough.
"A medical electronic implant to your temporal lobe! Or is it your parietal lobe...? Lobes!"
Rue: "...Correct. It is for both of them."
Don: "Why?"
Rue: "I received incredible brain damage from a car accident. I would have died without it."
Don: "...Oh," He pauses again. "So is that why you seem so, ahah, monotone? Did something happen to your emotions?"
Rue: ...
He simply glares at him.
Don: "D-Did I say something bad?"
Rue: "Despite you being correct, you are rather insensitive about my privacy."
Don: "...Oops." He frowns. "Sorry, I've never interacted normally with anything before. It's...oh, it's so new..."
Rue: He watches as Don looks around the room like a wide-eyed idiot...but can't force any anger out. He feels nothing at all, watching as he attempts to climb out of the crib, somehow falls, and squeaks while rolling back inside.
Don: "...It's too scary. I can't get out...ahah..."
Rue: "Do you need help?"
Don: "Help...? But I thought you said you had emotion issues. But...you care enough to help?"
Rue: He growls.
Don: "S-Sorry, I did it again, didn't I? ...Hah...now nobody will ever help me escape..."
Rue: Rolling his eyes, he walks over and grabs the rim of the crib.
...Before tipping it over, sending Don rolling out like a bowling ball. He bumps into the wall, dazed but otherwise fine.
Don: "Auuuugh...oh!"
He jumps up with a pep in his step. "I'm free! Ho-hooo!"
Don: He runs over to Rue, and shakes his metallic hand a good few times with both of his own. "Thank you! I'll never forget this, hahah! In fact, I shall work to cure your brain issue! To my dorm!"
Rue: And he scrambles out, leaving Rue alone...and confused.
...Ah, the accident...that old thing. The day when he stole someone's body, in his opinion.
...Whatever. He doesn't like dwelling on it.
He puts the crib back up and walks away.