'N' All Were Silent
Author's note: Oppsy! So, um, like, I put the wrong chapter up. Not that anyone noticed or anything. I would be nice if you did though!
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4. Smile
Ticks let the paper slip from her hand; all that was left of it was a burning corner. She felt…satisfied. Strangely satisfied. She was just about to sit down in the chair she had kicked back earlier when her door was knocked upon.
"Yes?" She inquired sharply, half way sitting, not ready to give up the idea of relaxation.
"D-Doctor," The knocker started. She could practically feel him quivering on the other side, "Y-you're n-needed in-in the-"
Doctor Ticks let out an awful sigh, standing up right all the way. Her joints, aged and damaged beyond repair, genetically or otherwise, cranked and creaked as she did so, lurching to her office door. With an ermph, she flung the door open, peering down at the poor Lab lackey set to get her. He was a bald man, with silly bolts in the sides of his head. An awkward looking thing, with a long face and thick eyebrows, and a gawking demeanor- degradation was a good thing when someone made you feel unsure about yourself.
"What do you want, N. Brio?" Ticks snapped as hard as possible, to kill any possibility of positively- or if you would go that far, affection. It was a good thing that no one knew. It was a better thing that no one would ever find out.
"T-they w-w-want you in th-th-th-"
"I know, I know," She cut off the stammering man. Doctor Ticks gave an unearthly moan as she inhaled deeply, as though prepping herself for what was to come next, "Lead the way."
And so he did. The Doctor and N. Brio navigated through the halls silently (if one ignored Ticks inability to breath quietly), side by side. Soon, they came to the right door, after passing many that looked identical to the one that N. Brio passed his key card through. The lights above the thing where you slide your card flashed for clearance, and then the door opened with a shwoosh.
The door opened like a parting sea to reveal a scene of utter chaos; a glass covered floor, machines that sparking from getting wet, wires full of deadly voltage exposed, and very freaked out under paid workers.
Mr. Elroy was standing by the raw creature who was making some sort awful gurgling noise. The man looked up sternly.
"Well, everything looks just the way I left it," She wheezed as she entered the room. This was a good sign, she normally didn't joke around unless she was in a good mood. Ticks left N. Brio's side quickly, making a crunchy beeline to her new creation. The glass under her boots went creeek-craaack like many cockroaches in a motel bathroom.
Mr. Elroy's face lighted up as Tick started to circle it like a proverbial vulture. It was almost like being at a birthday party, only without the screaming, blood, and peasant juices everywhere. He ventured to ask a question in this heart warming toasty moment.
"What are you going to name," He paused here, it was quiet visibly female but just something inside him prevented him from saying her to the end of his sentence. He forced the last of his sentence out, "it?"
"Name it?!" Doctor Ticks replied incredulously, looking at him like he was daft, "I'm not going to name it!"
"You're-," He gave her such a look, a mind-was-just-about-to-pop kind of look, "You're not!? Well, then what do you plan on doing with it might I ask?"
It all came out like vomit from a sick man. Mr. Elroy took a step back, wide eyed. How could he have slipped up like that?
"Breaking stuff, mainly," She said dryly, stopping her pacing then. With two thin fingers she lifted the creature's head up. Ticks looked over her creation's face before making a grunt of satisfaction, "Wouldn't want to get attached, would I?"
"No," Mr. Elroy said, resigned but bold- he couldn't stop, was he going mad?, "You wouldn't- you're not the type."
"You're right," Doctor Ticks replied, much to his surprise, "I'm not."
Doctor Ticks leaned forward, and with her opposite hand pulled out a handgun from an orifice of her clothes. The Doctor pointedly ignored the stifled gasps of his co-workers as she shot old Mr. Elroy in the head. She placed her gun back in her pocket.
"Is Navader in containment?" She asked, calmly, as though she didn't just shoot a man in the head. The blood from the poor man's head had splattered all over her nice lab coat and the fresh face of the child that sat on the messy floor. The planes of her smooth face covered in unfortunate brain blood. Its skin looked so breakable, like a porcelain doll- and if she pressed hard enough, it would break. Doctor Ticks tried it just to be sure.
"Yes, Doctor." A breathless lab assistant spoke just as the creature made a yelp of pain, making a failed attempt to snap at the inflector of pain. The Doctor just grabbed her little monster's head.
"I-" She started, getting down to eye level with the thing, "am your Master. The creator of your existence, you proverbial…." Doctor Ticks stopped for a moment, looking up in thought. The creature made a cooing sniffling noise.
"M-m-mom?" N. Brio offered. Rather bold of the little rodent. Ticks was just about to turn on him when the creature repeated that word- or at least she thought it-she, did.
"What was that!?" Ticks said as menacingly as she possibly could, but the creature just looked up at her, unblinking. The Doctor leaned as close as she could to her new born Monster.
The creature forced its- her lips together and made the Mm noise, followed by other noises that made Ticks' gut wretch.
"Mm-uh-mm," She said, this raw, dripping child covered in old man's blood. Muscles contracted in its face due to the release of endorphins. This creature smiled. A smile that worked its way to its eyes. The girl looked up at Ticks through, eyes shut. She soon began to laugh, laughter that was like the broken glass that smothered the floor.
"Greeeat," Ticks said, rubbing her blood covered hand into the creature's angel floss hair, "Well, anyone else with any bright ideas-" The room was as quiet as a funeral parlor after somebody farted, "Any helpful suggestion- no? Good. Someone get this thing some clothes before we start on round two."
A few lab assistants glanced at each other, before one quickly exited the room. Ticks might have had a few more shots in that old handgun of hers, they weren't sure, but they weren't gunna find out.
"Doctor," The female lab assistant who spoke earlier to the late Mr. Elroy spoke up again, "What is round two might I ask?"
"You might," The Doctor replied gruffly, ignoring the assistant's tone. Slowly, she stood up, her back cracking like a Chinese fire cracker, "Now get a broom and clean this place up."