In an instant, a multitude of tentacles that had been peering out from the mouth surged forward, ready to strike at Charles.
But they quickly settled down.
Charles sternly gripped the severed tentacle and placed it in a wooden basin. He poured bottle after bottle of potions into the basin and took out a syringe, injecting the potions into the tentacle.
The tentacles froze in place, their eyes staring curiously.
Minutes later.
"Lights on!"
Charles bellowed, grabbing the potion-filled tentacle, he was fully in the zone now.
The eye-bearing tentacle visibly shivered, hastily aiming its light beam at Charles's bleeding molar.
Charles leapt up and aimed the potion-filled tentacle at the cavity.
His expression was serious as he forcefully inserted it.
"Ah—"
A painful cry came from the Baby Head.
