do not write in pretentious fashion until you're done with the piece and know if it's actually scary do not do not do not. also sudden realization that i accidentally chose my robot porn document instead of the actual document. good thing gregory horror show only has a fanbase of 3 people.
Doctor Fritz tiptoes down the halls. He can hear her moaning in the next room and every noise she makes is absolutely horrifying. What a monster. What a terrifying, horrifying monster that's twice his size, covered in glistening pink scales, and always with a needle between her clawed fingers.
And she can smell blood from miles away.
He whispers prayers to a god that no longer hears them in this place, stranded between heaven and hell. The lost souls groan in the hallways and the good doctor hopes no one gets her attention. He has to make it to the other side of the hall, past her workroom, and he moves as if the world is made of glass.
But she is more perceptive than he thinks. when he passes by her half-opened door, she's already near the door frame, her tongue flicking in and out of her mouth.
"Doctor," she murmurs, "am I pretty?"
The doctor adjusts his stethoscope. "What are you talking about, Catherine?"
"Am I not a woman that men would desire?"
He sees it in her hand: a syringe, longer than her hand. He decides to take the safest route: "O-of course you are, Catherine! I don't see what this has to do with anything…"
"Oh, but I'm so lonely—!" She steps forward, arm raising dramatically. "How can one call me desirable when I've yet to find a man who will love me? I'm starting to think I'll never be in love!"
Fritz's eyes don't leave that needle. "You just have to hope, Catherine! I know someone's out there right now for you. Maybe he's scared to tell you how he feels—"
She leers down at him, eyes wide. "Scared?! Why would he be scared?!"
That needle comes a bit closer. Oh fuck. "Because of your radiance—"
That leer becomes a smile. She leans down against him, her touch making his patchwork skin crawl. "Oh, Doctor, you don't need to say another word. I know exactly how you feel."
"Y-you do?!"
"Of course I do." She nuzzles his neck, her nostrils flaring. "You're so handsome, Doctor. I wish you had told me sooner…"
He wonders, for a minute, if it wouldn't be so bad to hug her back. But then her tongue flicks across his cheek and he remembers that this is Catherine and she still has that needle in her hand.
She moans softly, the needle pricking the vein on the side of his neck. "Blood from one's lover is so utterly sweet…"
"Catherine—"
"I just want a taste…"
"Catherine—!"
"A taste of the delicious blood coursing through your delicious veins!"
"Catheriiiiiiiiine!"
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Gregory raises a brow at the patchwork doctor, snickering over his meal. ":ady issues, doctor?"
Fritz jumps about ten feet in the air, then adjusts his glasses. "H-huh? Oh. Uh. Sorry, what?"
"You're looking rather pale," the rat says.
"…I'd rather not talk about it."
