It was a long moment before the two-headed young man that Kevin and Mike became spoke, both obviously surprised by the turn of events as one's dirt-blonde hair rubs against the other's. "So... Dicephalus means... two-headed," Mike said as Kevin breathe deeply. It the movement of diaphragm felt sluggishly, Kevin realizing more so when Mike tried to take a deep breath. It was clear to the twins that they truly have become one person, at least from your necks down. Kevin, the left head, noticed that they are naked and assumed their clothes got ripped while he merged with his right-sided brother Mike. Furthermore, watching their right arm slowly squeezed and released the armrest, Kevin also realizes that mutual sensation from the necks down is shared.
Noticing his brother's troubled expression, Mike turned to face Kevin to console his twin in his usual humorous way. "And I though sharing a room was bad," Mike said as he manages to cheer Kevin up as with the two laughing lightly at the statement. Kevin's blue eyes then noticed folded clothes on the ground. "There are clothes ahead of us. Let's get dressed first." With that, the two get up and provide to get the clothes on. While they almost fell over a few times while trying to put their underwear and pants on, the twins manage to get the muscle shirt on. The twins soon thei focus on the doorways on either side of the small room, the doorways remained open and uninviting. "He said something about choosing a door," Kevin said while Mike nodded. "Left or Right. Two choices. We... obviously... can only go the same way." Kevin nodded in agreement. "He was careful in his words. 'Only "one" may walk out of this room.' I think "we" qualify now." With that, the twins slowly approach the doors, one that will lead them to freedom while the other would have them continue.
"What do you think?" Kevin said, to his newly joined brother. "Well, the way I see it, either choice is just as likely. It's fifty-fifiy, but I think we should leave." "We can't just leave. Look at us." Kevin motioned with his hand. "That psycho conjoined us. How are we going to live like this? How are we even going to explain this?" "We can escape and have the cops force the guy to" separate us!" Mike exclaimed. Kevin's voice rose in angered panic. "You really think the police will find anything!" He stared at his twin with a hard expression. "If we leave, he might be long gone by the time the police arrive and we'll be stuck like this. "Well, what's the other option?" Mike fired back while holding back his ophiophobia. "I got turned into a rat and almost got eaten. Knowing he might do worse stuff to us if we stay, I think we should just leave!"