Surgery Room
A room covered in medical equipment, medicines, and most importantly, a surgical suite at its center. The room is covered in a soft green glow. None of the medical monitors appear to be working, though.
Dax: Their eyes dazzled with the potential of the room before them. All of the equipment, the (mostly) clean table for surgery, the green lighting...was it a dream? And there was so much room! Room for their cats!
...If they were here, that is.
For now, Dax was too busy inspecting the cabinets of syringes and other such instruments to be bothered by much.
Rue: Rue watched them, the faint buzz of curiosity hitting the back of his mind. "...Hm. Why do you enjoy this room so much?"
Dax: They look at him with a tilt of their head. "How do you know I like it, hm? I never said I did~."
Rue: "You're purring a mile a minute."
Dax: "...Oh yeah. I am."
They grab one of the syringes, twirling it around. "It feels familiar to me. Like home...but I've never been in a place this exquisite. I mostly just work in my basement, where I perform experiments on my friend."
Rue: "...Mhm."
He walks up beside Dax, staring into those strange blue eyes of theirs...
"You know, if you ever kill someone, I will be fascinated by what sort of sin you've committed."
Dax: "I don't plan on doing that, sorry~!"
They give Rue a passing cheeky glance, until... something catches their eye.
It seems fuzzy. Unclear.
But someone is lying on that surgery bed.
Dax: "Oh, Stranger is here. Hi Stranger."
He waves at the bed, only for Rue to give him a confused look.
Rue: "...No he's not. There's nothing there."
Dax: "Maybe he's only there to me. Perhaps he knows tricks...tricks better then I could ever imagine."
He frolics over to the scene, and his eyes widen at what he finds on that table.
Rue: Sigh.
Snap. Snap.
"...See? It didn't respond. It's not Stranger."
Dax: "But look! His insides are so beautiful...and it looks like he's been stabbed. Thankfully, I'm sure I can fix those injuries with my-"
Rue: Slap.
With a gentle bonk of his robotic arm, he cuts Dax off. "Nothing's there, Dax. Please don't be stupid."
Dax: The green prota rubs their face, looking back at the bed.
Indeed, there's nothing there. A panging headache hits them, and they give a disgruntled whine.
"Oh. Hm...then perhaps what I saw was nonsense. Maybe I should go take a nap... I haven't had a nap in a while."
Rue: "Maybe you need one. Maybe I do, too...I've felt sick since you dragged me in here."
He begins walking off, though Dax never leaves his gaze until he's out the door.
"Take care of yourself."
Dax: "Okay. You do that too."
The door closes. Dax takes in the room one more time...the lingering sense of nostalgia, the belonging, the vision...it was all rather silly, now that he thought about it. All of those worries he had over the past few days, remedied by a talk with their new best friend and a little peruse in a place like this.
With a yawn and a stretch, he too took his leave.