he used to be a venus fly-trap until he digested in his own stomach juices.
then his soul was pulled through the rift, but instead of becoming another carnivorous plant he woke up in this skin.
the change was sudden, like waking up from a blackout. he did not cope well at first - he flailed, in fact, and wept and damned everything in sight. it was such a scene. the melodrama ("who am I" "where am I" "what am I") played out typically: he could of course not answer his own inquires that he began to turn to his surroundings, desperate, though perhaps more so in shock, confused, traumatized. whathaveyou.