Better Than Intended

You are not what I intended, Creator said. You're even better. 

The humanoid's arms moved, exploring the dark room, lit only by the hallway light slipping through the cracks of a door. 

I shall name you Steven, he said. 

Steven did not acknowledge that but did fall off the cold steel operating table. He was oozing a yellow-white liquid, but Creator did not panic. He simply watched. Not indifferent. 

Steven's arms shook as he lifted his humanoid frame, liquid dripping from his body. He crawled freakishly fast to the sliver of door light, and he started banging on the door. His screams sounded like a deaf man's. His eye scanner scanned the door. And rescanned several times. Finding no weaknesses, he sat down, breathing heavily. 

It's okay, Steven. You are okay. Creator brushed his fingers through his dark brown goatee and a hint of a smile crept across his face. 

It's time you explore the outside, he said. Creator's eye scanner made some self-checkout scanning sounds as he scanned the door. It opened. 

Steven gasped in amazement and ran out the door. But the strong hallway light fully hit him and blinded him. He staggered. He kept throwing himself against the walls. Strangers in lab coats walked by him. Their eyes were not indifferent, but they did not help him. 

The hall's air vents suddenly hissed before releasing a foggy green smoke. Some lab coat person yelled at Creator, You could've warned us, before quickly ducking into a room and shutting the door. 

Steven started to choke. 

Creator smiled, took Steven's arm, and half-dragged his humanoid form, which sometimes slipped from his grasp due to the ooze, outside the lab. 

And it was warm outside. It was sunny.

Steven smiled and laughed and screamed with delight. He picked a dandelion and blew its seeds off. He made snow angels in grass. He tried to climb a tree. 

He ran back to Creator who was no longer smiling. 

Don't look at me, Steven. Go on now. Get. 

Steven cocked his head to one side. He even tried to eye scan him. But that attempt only produced the noise self-checkout makes when rejecting an item. 

Creator went inside the building, shut the door, and the building sunk underground. The top of the building was grass. Steven's scanning did not find any way to bring the building back up. He pounded the grass with loud sobs that racked his whole body. 

He shook the ooze from his naked body and found he liked the feeling of squeezing it off a certain part of himself. He pleasured himself curiously, finding greater and greater pleasure. He grunted with confusion and panic but couldn't stop. Then he yelped and his body jolted like it had been struck by lightning. He shrieked at the sight of more ooze. His breathing gradually slowed and he let out a bellowing laugh. 

Then he looked out at world. He sat down, heart racing. He scanned world and came back with several items. He looked for patterns and found some threads, especially a lot of detail about crickets. Steven never would've known otherwise that crickets have ears on their legs. He spent several hours exploring this. Until his eyes kept shutting, gradually more and more slowly, until he fell asleep.