Timothy is no stranger to pain - he’d often scrape his knees bloody when he tried to steal things other than food. Simple muscle pain is only scratching what he’s experienced so far. He bit through the pain and continued onwards. He rinsed off the soap from the penis of the man in front of his and moved to the next.
“Speaking of where I got my bodies, there’s this one time where I fooled a boy into giving up his body. It’s better if I told you through a MemoryScope.”
“Memory Scope?” Timothy doesn’t know what it is.
“It’s like a video but I’ll project it into your mind. Like Telepathy but better since you’re going to feel other senses other than sight.” Pickle flicked his finger and an orb of light phased through Timothy’s head. It was instantaneous.
While his real body is working on the outside world, his mind is seeing another - a mountainside somewhere in Japan. He could feel the air coursing through his skin, the salty yet earthy smell and taste of the air, and the chirps of forest wildlife. The memory led him to a decrepit wooden mansion by the mountainside. On the lawn in front of the mansion is a pair of a 40-year-old father and his 14-year-old son. Judging by the steam coming out of the hood, the car broke down and the father is busy fixing it. The son, on the other hand, had his Gameboy lost its charge yesterday on their two-day drive to his grandparent’s house. Throwing stones at the trees was entertaining if it didn’t get repetitive and his arms didn’t get tired. He sat by the stump waiting for his father to finish fixing the car.