ENGELBERT
"Flos, bring me the fifth chip."
"Karsten, continue giving him the sedation."
"But according to this prescription, anymore of the chlorpromazine, the subject's system will not-" Karsten halted.
The surgeon stared at Karsten for a few minutes, face distorted with rage and agitation, deepening every crease on his face, "Just do it! Or I will personally strap you on this table and make burr holes without sedative if I fail this once again!" He snatched the prescription from her. As soon as Karsten walked back to her original position, the surgeon crumpled the tiny piece of paper and threw it to her face.
The other assistant behind Karsten elbowed her, and passed another jar of sedative. Even after 2 hours into the surgery, the surgeon was still struggling to embed the chip inside the frontal lobe of his subject. He was more concern that he will lose another chip than of his finite amount of subjects send in from the districts. When Karsten realized the sedation already lose its effect, she opted to tighten the arms and the legs wrap instead of risking the subject's life.
This time, it will work. This time, it will work right, Engelbert? It will work this time. The man did not stop muttering the words under his breath. Another disastrous fail would cost him his own life. He realized it was not long after Flos, his assistant of 10 years, notified him of the blinking information on the screen, 2 meters away from his operating table. He turned off the cauterizer, and inspected the incision immediately. A few assistants made a light squeal saying that they were noticing movements on the patient's face. A few seconds after, a glowing, neon-blue light appeared in the centre of the forehead. CAMO Activated. The surgeon threw his cauterizer to the specimen compartment, took away his blood-soaked gloves, and walked to the device beside the operating table. He mumbled the written words and flashed his smile of success to Flos. But the joy fleeted when he heard the beeping sounds muffled by the thunderous claps, inside and outside of the surgery room. He searched for a fresh new coat when he heard a man clearing his throat audibly while staring at him. He made his way to the rear of the table, surged with anxiety. He knew the man was expecting him to deliver the subject to undergo the final test 2 hours ago, so he sits the vegetative subject facing the screen while nervously cleaning him with wet, sterile towel. Karsten managed to smirk seeing the repulsive old man in misery.
"Doctor Engelbert Schmidtz," The perfect pronunciation of each syllable from the voice could easily send jolts up to any spine that hears it. The voice of President Snow. "What have we got here that took you longer than District 13's obliteration?"
He picked up his cauterizer in panic, and pushed Flos in front of him, "Ahaha! I believe my assistant, Karsten here will walk you through Project CAMO personally today as we did with the Gamemakers earlier this week, President Snow." Karsten gaped and turned to face Engelbert, to which he only sneered. I will make you regret this. Flustered and sweaty, she heavily stomped on the floor to pick up the tablet that has the information. Do not fall. Do not fall. The leggy women stabilized herself while walking to the back of the room and displayed a screen in the air. The room went silent as the assistant began her presentation to the blood-curdling spectator.
Hello amazing readers! I hope you've enjoyed reading my introduction to the story AND I hope I portrayed the intensity right because this is my first attempt ever to actually write! I've always wanted to write an SYOT for a very long time so yay! On my profile page, I've put up a tribute form and please send it only through PM (Or I'll make Engelbert go after you! :P) Be crazy, be creative! I can't wait to receive your tributes, this mama will take care of them!