The really crazy side...

He took the suit into a smaller cauldren and placed it right in the center, folded up so the entire suit took up the majority of the container. Taking a breath to steady his nerves, he placed his right arm into a bucket of ice, wincing at the coldness. He then placed the knife on a small table beside the bucket and sat down on the prepared chair.

"It will work. It will work. It will work." He muttered to himself as he imagined all his peers laughing at him as he presented his thesis. They laughed at him when he said it could be done. They said immortality is a pipe dream. They said he should stick to making love potions as he's more successful at those than turning lead into gold. Well, he'll show them, once and for all.

"Those upstart spellcasters won't know what hit them." He muttered angrily as he took his now numb hand out of the bucket and picked up the knife. Still riding on the anger, he picked out a major vein and placed his hand above the cauldren with the suit in it. Taking one last look at his creation, he jabbed the knife along the length of the major vein and watched as blood leaked into the suit, the cauldren never once collecting any of the blood.

He felt a surge of triumph as he realized this means he succeeded, but soon felt the fatigue that came with the blood loss. As he felt himself getting colder, he could 'feel' that somewhere close to him was radiating a warmth that he needed. He tried to reach for it with everything he had, dimly realizing that this was the crucial point of everything he's done. His trembling and bleeding hand barely touched the latex within the cauldren before his vision went black, and he felt himself falling into a deep and dark latex pit.

The next thing he knew was a feeling of existing. He could think, to an extent, but for some reason, it wasn't 'thought' per sec, just... being. He remembered being Janus, but he could tell that he was now different... something else. Pulling himself up, Janus realized that he could dimly 'see', but everything was shrouded in a black haze. He saw his own dead body in front of him, and suddenly everything hit him at once.

He succeeded! He was no longer he, but It, and those who laughed at Janus would pay, one way or another! The latex figure that now housed Janus' soul would have cackled evilly if it had a mouth or lungs, but it didn't mind that others couldn't hear it. It was only a matter of time.