WARNING: THIS IS A MATURE STORY THAT WILL HAVE BLOOD, GORE, PSYCHOLOGICAL SURVIVAL HORROR, HEAVY CURSING, AND LIKELY SEXUAL THEMES/BONING. I DO NOT OWN UNDERTALE, THAT BELONGS TO LORD TOBY FOX. I DO NOT OWN DEAD BY DAYLIGHT, THAT BELONGS TO BEHAVIOUR DIGITAL INC.. I DON'T OWN THE AU'S THAT SOME OF THE CHARACTERS COME FROM, THEY BELONG TO THEIR RESPECTIVE CREATORS. I NOW OWN THE IDEA FOR LYNCHTALE, WHICH USED TO BELONG TO PUNNYSIDEUP (AKA. SANSFULPUNS). I ALSO OWN MY SELF-INSERT OC ANOMALY LYNSIE AND A LOVE OF FAN PARODY. IF YOU'RE STILL READING THIS, THEN CONGRATULATIONS ON EITHER BEING ONE WITH STRONG DETERMINATION OR AN ENDLESS WILL TO OVERCOME THE CHALLENGE OF STOMACHING WHAT I HAVE IN MIND. EITHER WAY, IF YOU LIKE THIS AND/OR MY OTHER CONTENT. SIT BACK AND ENJOY THE ETERNAL PUNISHMENT. HAVE FUN SINNERS. ^_^
[SOMEWHERE IN THE ENTITY...THE ARCHIVES OF THE OBSERVER]
(Arcus 01)
I would start at the beginning, but I don't know when that was or how long ago I was banished to this prison. What I know is I've been observing and studying the inner workings of this Entity that had once been...well...an obsession. How ironic that I should be sentenced to live out the rest of my days in the very thing I sought to destroy. An obsession turned prison...as all obsessions are, I suppose.
(Arcus 54)
The atmosphere of the realms is dark and grim to say the least but also...ever changing. I've already remarked that the atmosphere is misty even foggy at times and that this fog feels alive. It seems to contain swirls and streams of memories or imprints of beings from multiple terra worlds. It is as if The Entity absorbs all the psychic energy and thoughts of beings it snatches as it journeys through the endless cosmos.
I've used the Auris to study the black fog and have come to three observations that will prove invaluable to finding a way home. First, the fog is rich in Auric particles leading me to believe this dimension is more conscious than it is material. Second, I should be able to manifest anything I am able to pull from rifts in the fog using techniques passed down from my family. Third…The Entity is far more ancient than we ever suspected back home and most of our theories and conjectures were wrong. The rich presence of Auric particles and cells suggests it is one of the Original Ones—an Ancient.
(Arcus 129)
A knock at the door and an invitation attached to a bottle of whiskey waiting for me at the foot of the door. I kneeled to inspect the invitation. "You are cordially invited to The Entity's Birthday". The Entity has a birthday? Am I losing my mind...my grip on reality...whatever that actually means here...Is this some kind of a prank by a marooned soul?
(Arcus 142)
The Entity is the cosmic embodiment of evil. Back home we witnessed how its very presence turns worlds inside out...how it seems to remove or extinguish any sense of empathy or compassion within communities...how it brings people to the brink of madness and...well...pushes them in. Now I understand it does all this in order to rip victims from their lives and have them play out an endless trial of terror that it presumably needs for its own survival. And there, perhaps, lies the key to its destruction...if an Ancient can be destroyed at all.
End the trials. Destroy its ability to sap dark nectar from victims like a cruel parasite feeding from a flower. At least the Archives affords me a better understanding of the Entity...why it moves from universe to universe, picking victims off and devouring worlds as though at a cosmic buffet. What I have yet to conclude is whether it is attracted to worlds that are brimming with darkness and madness or if it is in fact the catalyst of such darkness and madness.
(Arcus 182)
I have discovered structures within the realms of The Entity that remind me of home. It is possible others from Terra Primus have found themselves marooned within The Entity. These Survivors could have with them knowledge to free me from this tower and possibly ideas on how to escape this infernal dimension. As far as I know...we were one of the first of the many worlds to begin unraveling these great cosmic mysteries and proving that planets and solar systems were...well...alive. These discoveries led to entire paradigm shifts that unlocked for us our ability to travel from dimension to dimension. Where once we thought our knowledge was absolute...these discoveries showed us how little we actually knew about the world.
(Arcus 223)
I felt an uncanny and unseen presence in The Archives as I contemplated The Entity. I could hear the labored breathing of Killers standing outside my prison. I looked out into the dark, raging Fog and saw nothing...Either The Entity is aware of my presence and is preparing to send Killers to put an end to my plans...or the memories of Survivors are somehow merging with my personal memories and these sounds are mere side effects of overusing the Auris. In the end, it doesn't matter. If I could end The Entity I would even if it meant my own demise. My life is little to pay for the salvation of the worlds it will destroy.
(Arcus 293)
Things could have been worse. I could have been banished in a dimension without Auric Fog containing the memory imprints of countless victims, memories that keep me entertained and busy with my coin and spirit collections...and the music...the variations from parallel worlds...it helps pass the time. In a twisted way I think what I'm admitting is that I'm glad The Entity takes what it wants when it wants from the omniverse.
(Arcus 328)
There is a curiosity at the core of every thinking person. A need for knowledge from uncharted and unknowable territories, but what is discovered in those blank spaces of the abyss...of the cosmos are things far too immense to understand. Things better left unobserved lest they undermine our sanity. Better to embrace ignorance than face the truth of our insignificance in the grand scheme of it all. Against the vastness of the infinite we are mere microbes swirling in an endless, indifferent cosmic stew. I say stew...but The Entity is probably more of a blood pudding.
(Arcus 345)
I have recently wondered if Survivors realize the titanic significance of their thoughts and feelings, and of how The Entity uses them to furnish the trials. Thoughts and feelings that bring me glimpses of what it's like to have lived on a parallel world as someone else. It helps pass the time.
(Arcus 437)
I'm going to have a couple shots of whiskey from Terra 917, experience a few Memories, then head to bed. The warmth of spirits from 917 have always had a way of lulling me away. While it is true this is a cruel fate...an even crueler fate would have been to have been imprisoned here without the Auris...without the ability to manifest and create and enjoy. It feels strange as this may seem as the nexus of creation...able to travel Memories and cull from those Memories without restraint. Helps pass the time. Definitely helps pass the time.
(Arcus 557)
All planes of existence are a unique mix of conscious Auric particles and material particles. The Entity is almost certainly pure consciousness...The observable fact of existence is the material world responds to and changes with consciousness...collective consciousness is the key...The body, the home, the trial—all of it is an expression of The Entity's unconscious need for fear and terror.
The distinct observation in the specimens chosen by The Entity is that they all come from worlds that have failed to understand the metaphysical relationship between their thoughts and the world they live in. This is not by chance. It is, to my mind, self-preservation. Victims who know this truth and have honed their ability to manifest could be poisonous to The Entity. This leads me to believe The Entity is attracted to dark worlds because darkness and chaos are clear indicators that inhabitants have failed to connect the dots between the collective consciousness and the health of their world. The conclusion, then, might be that The Entity feeds off ignorance.
(Arcus 571)
Gut-wrenching shrieks echoing through the Fog disturbed my sleep. I woke up, put on some slacks, clambered to the roof with some whiskey, and hit golf balls into the abyss. There's something about hitting iron and wood into oblivion that's calming, even therapeutic. I must have hit a thousand golf balls before the yelling and screaming finally subsided and I called it a night.
(Arcus 572)
Someone left a bucket of golf balls at my door with a note: Best Balls Ever! Upon further inspection I realized they were hardened eyeballs. Fossilized eyeballs collected no doubt throughout the lost Realms. I didn't realize eyeballs could be fossilized or that they make, dare I say, decent golf balls. I actually wouldn't mind another bucket. This must be a gift from my mysterious friend.
(Arcus 632)
Through a rift I believe I culled another memory of Vigo manifesting reality within The Entity with something reminiscent of the Auris. How he came to understand the machinations of The Fog is both puzzling and inspiring. It suggests to me that perhaps this place enhances one's connections to our infinite selves throughout the omniverse.
(Arcus 723)
I pity Dwight. It's as though every action he takes brings the opposite of what he intends. Trying to help his fellow employees from an abuser he ends up shutting down the entire operation, leaving many in a far worse situation than they ever were in. Granted, spiking a narcissist's drink and watching him unravel was worth the price of admission. The many memories of Survivors struggling with narcissists have led me to the conclusion that there are only three possibilities when relating to a narcissist. Enable them. Run away from them. Or...destroy them. But beware, narcissists take everyone with them when they go down.
(Arcus 731)
Hard to tell when one day ends and another begins. The tower and the library help me cope, but it's hard to forget the truth of my situation even for a moment knowing everything I have is a lie. I have access to anything I want and yet I have nothing. The survivors continue to undergo the trials with the most brutal of killers. I continue to search the fog for the memories of those who found a way to escape. It sometimes feels like a futile search. But then again...I've got time on my hands...lots of time...
(Arcus 767)
The Auris was little understood back home, and to be fair I wasn't given the chance to explain its merits to the council. Had they taken the time to understand they would have realized that though I had no verifiable explanation for how the Auris works...I had theories, and the most reasonable was that the Auris works on the basis of the Trinitarian — the Trinitarian of Creation — a concept long held by our ancestors and forgotten throughout the ages. But the concept isn't complicated, isn't witchcraft, isn't a secret. It simply suggests that it takes two things to create a third. A father and a mother to create a child. An idea and passion to create something new, something real, something lasting and meaningful. A thought and feeling. Therein lies the best theory of the Auris and how it is able to create with Auric particles.
The failing of other pioneers back home is they believed thought alone was enough when in reality it is only half the equation...the other half is emotion, for it is feeling and passion that fuels the fires of creation. The Auris amplifies and manifests and forges something new using the mold of thought and the fires of passion. Or...I've been here too long and I'm grasping at theories to pass the time.
(Arcus 789)
Emotion. Passion. Interest. They are the spark, the undefinable force that enables creation. You cannot manifest anything if you are not filled with emotion about it. The Auris was ridiculed because the council lacked understanding. This might be the whiskey ruminating but...art is not created by thought alone but by thought and feeling working in harmony. Feeling is everything...Feeling is the most important aspect of bringing anything to life. It is the fuel that makes thought and intention reality.
(Arcus 893)
Several Survivors went mad trying to escape the trial. They had with them memories of previous incarnations so that one Survivor began dashing his head against a wall convinced he was reliving a nightmare he had just escaped. The other Survivors drowned him in mud to shut him up. It seems to me Survivors are torches growing dimmer and dimmer with every trial. Some stop to feel altogether and are doomed to The Void. Others go raving mad and need to be silenced by others.
(Arcus 968)
Strange, luminous markings left in the Trials for Survivors and Killers that help me navigate and study Rifts with greater ease. Someone is trying to reach out to me. Tampering with The Entity. Using tricks to secure my attention. To let me know I'm not alone. To let me know I'm not the only one able to manifest within The Entity. Yet the knowledge of living dimensions and Ancients is knowledge few have developed among the infinite Terra worlds within the known galaxies.
(Arcus 1032)
Jumbled experiences of brutal Killers and weird rituals of godless brutes from worlds too dark to care. I jerked myself straight out of one memory that pulled me into a cavern of bodies with an odor so repugnant I was retching for hours. I still have that horrible taste in my mouth and shudder at the thought of that smell, that horrible smell, rotting humanity. What foul creature of a man had made this festering hole his lair is beyond me.
(Arcus 1043)
I look and observe the realms of The Entity with eyes that see disharmony, chaos, fear, and terror... and yet I acknowledge I may be swayed by appearances and that there may be another truth beyond the veil and it feels futile if not absurd to try to put to words what I am seeing.
(Arcus 1118)
There's nothing like silence to drive you mad. I stared out into the endless ocean of Black Fog surrounding me and quickly realized how incredibly small and insignificant we are. Dread and despair soon overtook me and I began to realize how arrogant we were back home to try to define and describe these living cosmic entities. We thought we had figured most out. We barely scratched the surface.
(Arcus 1256)
Discovered new memories of Trapper which shed some light on his descent. The question I am asking myself is: Did The Entity begin to corrupt him before he was snatched for the Trials or was all that anger and bloodlust a result of his harsh upbringing? Either way I would not expect him to comply with another authority figure even if that figure was an Old One.
(Arcus 1513)
I have used the Auris to explore the memories of an unknown survivor who comes from a world where, from what I can gather, a cult for The Entity exists. It's not a surprise or the first time I've seen such a thing, but the memories suggest she was a detective of sorts trying to prevent a cult sacrifice before she was snatched for the trials. I'm not sure what happened to her and will have to explore the fog to unravel more.
(Arcus 1672)
I have culled imprints of a killer I have yet to observe. My best guess, judging by the nature of the crimes, is this brute is from Terra Dark. She lured men with love, robbed them of their savings, and fed them to her pigs. Lovely. Efficient. And resourceful. The impressions of the memory are as follows...
...He stands framed in the doorway with flowers. A stupid smile on his dumb face. He has no sense that his days are numbered. Lonely soul made the trip for a wife. He thinks he'll get everything for a ring. Her land. Her farm. Her savings. Won't happen. Won't go as planned. Not as he planned, anyway. It didn't for all the other lonely souls who answered her classified ad. She peers at his eyes and thrills at his ignorance. His long, dumb face. His false sense of superiority. He wrote her a poem. How sweet. She'll cram it down his throat when he's convulsing on the floor. She takes his poem and asks about his money. He has it with him. Packed his savings in a bag and made the journey for a new start. He'll get more than he bargained for. Way more. To the bank with his money. To the pigs with him.
(Arcus 2903)
I rose early to experience a few deaths in The Archives I recently captured from The Rift. I had some milk from Terra 728. I listened to a radio show from Terra 232. Horror stories and tales of terror. I read a new version of Dante's Inferno from... I'm not sure where...I thought of home, had some whiskey, and slept for what felt like an eternity.
(Arcus 3212)
From a window I see something moving with an uncanny light. Through the black fog it shines there, beckoning me. And yet, I cannot leave. I cannot move. I can only bring things to me through the Auris. What light is this? Is it a creature sent by The Entity? Is it a survivor? Or perhaps it's a marooned soul from back home searching like myself for a way back. An unnatural wind whines and I stare at the moving, hypnotic light, a hideous watching eye, trying to reach out to me, trying to tell me something, trying to convey something in its strange, rhythmic movement.
(Arcus 4902)
Life is not life in this prison, and death is not an escape. It is merely the start of a new trial and most survivors are aware they are caught in something they will never understand. Why this is all happening is no longer obvious to me. The truth is...I don't know what to believe anymore...The Entity is...not what it is...or what I thought it was...
(Arcus 7294)
I woke up soaked in blood with no recollection of what transpired the night before. The blood dripped off my nose and chin. I felt my forehead and scalp to discover a deep, stinging gash. Accident? Self-inflicted? Nightmares of The Fog? Creatures of the abyss? I didn't know. Later by the bed I discovered a purple mound of flesh and gore. I cleaned the slop and tossed it out the window into the abyss from which it had come.
(Arcus 7456)
I am taking notes under incredible mental strain. I have had flashes of Survivor memories overrun my senses all day, and I am trying to focus on home and gather myself. I haven't used the Auris for some time and yet I have been pulled in and out of these lives randomly. These records... these archives will, I imagine, help me remember myself, should the Auris nudge me into the abyss.
(Arcus 7547)
Whiskey deep into the night. A strange aftertaste...a flavor from a world which makes the best whiskey. Whiskey dreams are some of the most pleasurable. Dreams of home, with friends and family, enjoying time lost. When my senses returned, I realized I had turned my palace of a prison upside down. I remembered none of it. Everything, a drunken blur. So many paintings and statues I had created from memories from other worlds...shattered...I'm losing my grip on reality and maybe that's a good thing. One day merges into the next and I'm lost in a storm of whiskey, screams, and endless streams of broken memories.
(Arcus 8876)
It's always entertaining to watch a Survivor try to escape with a femoral artery lacerated. Some victims actually get quite far before shock and cardiac arrest overwhelm them. They fight and struggle for life as if death were final. Perhaps this is the reason The Entity wipes the slate clean with every resurrection. The unwavering belief that death is real gives weight and gravitas to the trial... to the experience. Otherwise Survivors won't care. Wouldn't run. Wouldn't feel. The fear of death is the pulse of life and believing death is real gives emotion to the experience. It, in other words, feeds The Entity.
(Arcus 9082)
Hillbilly has quite an arm. A farmer made his way out of a barn and with one well-aimed blow with a spade, his head was severed from his shoulders, and two spouts of hot blood burst from his body like geysers. Hillbilly watched the headless man stagger stupidly and collapse in a growing puddle of steaming blood. I have to admit I've gone through this memory more than once. It's one of my favorites. I find Hillbilly disturbingly amusing and the illusion of death fascinating...at a distance.
(Arcus 9873)
King has this way of doing things that are quite amusing. One of my favorite memories I return to time and time again whenever I need a lift is Memory 2332 - Gasoline Man: King grabs this man who skipped a few payments on a loan. He drags him by the hair and throws him in an alley. He grabs a metal gasoline container and douses the 'sod' with its contents and lights a match. He stares at him through the flickering flame as the man screams in terror. He watches him beg for his life. Then he flings the match. The man's eyes pop out of his head as the flame hits his chest and falls to the floor with a sizzle. King tells him to make his payment or next time he'll use real gasoline. Brilliant.
(Arcus ?)
A new tome of memories has appeared in my library. This one full of blurred pages and faded images. It will take quite some work to clear the fog for these to make some semblance sense. The newer parts that are clear tell of a Survivor I hadn't seen before. Such a strange woman. The Entity is rather active with her unlike the others. Even going so far as to taint her into being a monster. I pity this woman. It is one thing to have always been a monster...it's entirely different being forced to be one. Still...I will admit to being intrigued by her situation. For this is the first time there is a soul stuck between the two sides. I should get started soon. I want to see how she ended up like this. I want to know how she handles it. How she manages to deal with the monsters...and with the Entity itself. I just pray that I can keep myself sane long enough to find these things out.
[ELSEWHERE IN THE FOG]
We've been walking for some time now.
After a less than jolly wake up I've been restrained by Chops' weapon's chain, my arms locked behind me with the safe end while the other stabby end is in his hand, and he's been dragging me into the fog ever since. Before, however, Legion reminded my dumbass what we were doing...going to visit the Doctor to check out my weird soul. Seeing that guy once, even while not in a trial, was enough to make me less than willing to go to him or his realm, hence the chaining. Chops having to be in control of the body to keep me on this makeshift leash means the others aren't around. The shades of the Bones, Boo, and Dead Eye lagged behind us the further away we went from the chalet until they faded altogether once we pasted the border of the realm.
Now we wonder about the fog. A killer leading a reluctant dog to a kennel of death. Needless to say, I don't make things easy for him.
"quit draggin' your feet!"
A hard yank has me trying to resist spinning to the ground like a drunken jackass.
"Or what? You'll kill me? Big freaking deal."
Being a smartass earns me some comeuppance in a speedy punch to the gut.
"disrespect me and i'll give ya one hell of a bad time. got that, meat?"
I want to vomit but there's nothing in me to puke up.
"now, come on..."
He starts walking and a small tug has me following on instinct.
"we're almost there."
"*coughs* Are guys even sure he'll be helpful? He could just take me and dick you over."
He growls.
"ya think we can't handle that quack?"
"I didn't say that. I'm just saying we shouldn't just show all the cards we're holding right away."
"it's not like we got much choice. ya don't wanna go to the void, do ya?"
I shiver.
"yeah, didn't think so."
"Still...I don't trust this."
"good..."
I look at him funny.
"keep on your toes. especially around the quack."
There's that odd tone like how Bones had when he mentioned the Doctor. I got a feeling they had a bad experience with him before. Our ceaseless wondering continues. My mind begins to make shapes in the swirls of fog, heh, reminds me of my youth seeing things in the smoke at church...Wow, I'm fucked up. Either way, imaging things keeps my brain steady. Helps me forget the reality I'm in for a while. It's been my coping mechanism for god knows how long. And once I'm in it for long it gets pretty hard to be drawn out. Though...I'm not far gone enough to not notice this faint sound. It's soft. Almost...Almost like humming? Looking around shows nothing. Nothing except me...and him. Can it be...?
Being a curious yet cautious punk, I move in close behind him and...music? A dark and depressing mix of power ballads and gloomy melodies.
"The hell...?"
With my hands not a usable option, I bite the end of his hoody's hood and pull it back. The exposure of his skull angrily surprises him yet not as much as I am to see earbuds in the acoustic meatus of his head. When did he do this? Was I that distracted?
"the fuck ya doin'?!"
"Dude, you have tunes?"
He takes one out to better hear me.
"what?"
"How long have you been holding out on me? Do you know how boring this silence is?"
He chuckles while putting the bud back in.
"why else ya think i've got this on?"
He attempts putting his hood back on but I annoyingly hit his shoulder with my head.
"bitch!"
"Share!"
"fuck you!"
"I'll leave you alone if you do."
He glares.
"or i can kick the shit out of ya and not."
I scoot in front of him.
"Dude, come on...Do you really think it'll be that easy?"
His glare intensifies. I give a hopeful smirk with a small shrug. His response is to yank the chain and grab my face while my body went on "keep steady in one place" mode like a moron. His distal phalanx tips dig into my cheeks like the claws of a pissed-off cat.
"*harsh* i ain't like bones. i ain't gonna treat ya with kid gloves. piss me off, i'll beat ya to an inch of your pathetic life. the only thing stoppin' me is how much i don't want to drag your half-dead ass to léry's."
Léry's Memorial Institute...another realm the Entity told me of.
A research facility should be a place where minds grow, where learning happens. But the Léry Memorial Institute is quite the opposite. It's a place where the human brain is turned into something unpleasant and broken. Nestled in a sleepy woods three miles south of Michaelstown, Illinois, the Léry Memorial Institute started its life out as a hospital specializing in the rehabilitation of GI's returning from the Korean War. The mansion built in the late 1800s and its massive lot were donated by the previous owner to be transformed into a medical facility. As an army hospital, it always fell under different laws and rules to other hospitals and in 1967, it effectively became a front for the CIA. Under the Stewardship of Otto Stamper, the old army patients were shipped out and a huge fence erected around the property. Around this time, the public was refused access to the patients and the whole place was shrouded in secrecy. By 1970, the Institute was fully transformed into a CIA black site with special requirements to develop cutting-edge interrogation techniques and they employed a wide range of different doctors and specialists to help them. The Institute thrived through the 70's growing to a staff of hundreds, filling the main hospital, and several out-buildings. Documents and evidence about the Institute are scarce as the government condemned the entire building in 1983, even razing most of the building to the ground in what seemed to be planned explosive demolition. Even now, the events that lead to the closing of the Institute and what happened to the staff and patients is shrouded in controversy and mystery. Snippets of information in heavily redacted documents tell the story of some kind of incident or event, but even the most tenacious reporters have failed to unearth any real evidence of conspiracy or wrongdoing. You can still see what remains of the shell of the main hospital facility, standing defiant against the ruins that surround it on what is still US Military land.
"now take this as your only warning. i ain't playin' games."
He sinks the digits in more, adding pain into the threat to drive the message home. The effect he wants from me is submission. My real reaction...A blank expression of indifference. Why give in to him? Fear? So what. Fear means nothing when death is nothing. Sure there's pain but whatever to that.
"Has anyone ever told you that you're kinda cute when being tough?"
Honestly, this was better than what my brain wanted to say. He, however, didn't take this as a compliment and promptly uses that weapon to cram it deep into my side at an angle to scrap down my hip. Needless to say this gets a better response for him to take and my roar of pain gets muffled by his tightening grip.
"don't fuck with me, bitch! unless...ya don't want me to let ya heal? ya do want to be able to do that...don't ya?"
The feel of steel on bone makes it hard not to whimper while nodding.
"then you're gonna behave...right?"
He twists the blade. Seriously, is that a signature Legion move? My wincing is high and nodding fast.
"prove it."
This confuses me.
"let's play a game..."
He yanks the blade out. If it wasn't for his hold I would've jerked to the ground.
"if you can do one little thing...i'll let ya be free."
His smug slyness is too obnoxious to miss while he lets my face go. Giving me creepy feelings.
"And what might that be, sir nice guy all of a sudden?"
He stares off, either thinking or listening to the others in his head.
"first a set of rules...ya can only obey instructions and ya must do everything i say. ya can't do anything unless i give ya the okay. ya can't speak unless spoken to. and ya gotta keep eye contact unless i say."
Creep levels are growing.
"do ya have the balls to agree?"
I sigh. I'm slowly bleeding out, what choice do I have?
"Sure. If it makes things easier."
His sharp-toothed smirk is sending chills of regret through me.
"good...on your knees."
I can't help the "I fucking called it" face and groan.
"Dude...Really?"
He backhands me fairly hard.
"i said, on your knees!"
I spit some blood out and hate my life more than I already do as I slowly do as commanded.
"smart girl."
He puts the bloody blade in my face which is conveniently at hip level for him.
"ya made me dirty my blade. be a good kitten and clean it for me...slowly."
I grimace at the obvious pseudo-sex act he wants me to do. The only upside is I don't mind the taste of my own blood. So, with much resentment for everything, I slowly lick the weapon. Being mindful of the very sharp slightly nicked blade.
"slower. really give it a fine shine."
I huff through my nose while really dragging my tongue along the metal. It helps to think of it as a weird popsicle. At least this can't last much longer...I hope.
"not bad, kitten. looks very nice. but..."
He kneels, taking a harsh grip of my hair and taps the tip of the blade on my lips.
"i think it needs a final deep wash. open your mouth."
This can go horrible real fast, yet I hesitantly open up. The look he gives, lidded sockets and licking his teeth with a red gel-like tongue...The fuck? I have so many questions! Either way, my creepy meter is maxed out and broken.
"don't move. we wouldn't want to make it dirty again."
He seems to like this control as evident by the meticulous way he inserts the murder weapon and tests just how far he can get it to go before something happens then pulling it out methodically slow, only to repeat it all over again. Feeling all sorts of uncomfortable my ability to look at him reaches its limits. This turns his building desire into a rage and his pulling of my hair borders on scalp ripping.
"look at me!"
The snap makes me jump, nearly stabbing the back of my throat but I do as told. Like the bitch I am.
"don't ya fuckin' look away from me. got that?"
I nod very very very carefully. Seeing I've lost my dignity, which is understandable with this shit going on, his domination lust kicks back in to do some overly prolonged and humiliating oral knife play with awkward staring. The longer this goes on the more carnal he looks. His breathing, how the fuck a skeleton breathes I know not, is getting labored and a tinge shaky. The grip of my hair lessens to light kneading. And the sounds that leave him...It's so dirty. I want this to stop. I feel like just ending this by slamming myself on the damn thing! Until, thankfully, he finally gets his jollies and removes the weapon with a long drag across my tongue...only to then lick it himself much to my disgust.
All this over wanting to listen to his music?!
"mmmm...that was fun, kitten. good job."
Glad you're happy while I'm kneeling in the growing pool of my life juice...jackass.
"Mew."
His pleasure flips quickly to normal edgy jerk.
"ya had to ruin it."
"Sorry."
Why the fuck did I apologize?!
My automatic apology impulse does seem to do some good by not making him forget the reward for playing his game. A small bit of fiddling around my back ends with the chain going slack and my hands becoming free.
"i was gonna make ya sweat for a bit, but then ya would've probably bled out and ya know my feelin's about dealin' with ya like that."
Once more, a member of the Legion has upheld to their word to me instead of pulling that "I lied" bullshit most schmucks would do. And once more, this has an effect on me and how I look at Legion.
"Thank you."
I begin to rub the wound and seal the damage while he sets his weapon back into its normal state.
"don't thank me. just hurry up."
Even if that was a dick thing to say, it was a nice dick thing to say. I will remember that.
With my wound healed and blood no longer draining into the fog, I stand yet feel off. Probably the emotional scarring of him humiliating me. But there's no time for that. So I bottle it up like all my other negative shit. I'm sure it won't be affecting me in any way now. Most likely I'll cry about it later but for now we have a mission to complete.
As if nothing has happened we walk once more, side by side. And again he listens to whatever music he has. He ignores me for the most part which makes listening to the faint tunes a bit easier. Suddenly...I recognize the song that kicks in...Nirvana: Heart-Shaped Box. Must resist...Would he even...Fuck it! Not like it matters.
" She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak. I've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks. I've been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap. I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black. Hey! Wait! I've got a new complaint. Forever in debt to your priceless advice. Hey! Wait! I've got a new complaint. Forever in debt to your priceless advice. Hey! Wait! I've got a new complaint. Forever in debt to your priceless advice...your advice... "
I pause when I notice the beat is gone. I look out the corner of my eye and don't see him. Turning my head shows he stopped a bit back and is looking at me oddly.
"Uh..."
"ya know this song?"
I rub the back of my head.
"Only when the song plays. I'm not good at recalling lyrics alone."
He's slow to approach and I'm unsure when he messes with something in his pocket. But then I hear the song again only louder.
" Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet. Cut myself on angel hair and baby's breath. Broken hymen of your Highness, I'm left back. Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back. Hey! Wait! I've got a new complaint. Forever in debt to your priceless advice. Hey! Wait! I've got a new complaint. Forever in debt to your priceless advice. Hey! Wait! I've got a new complaint. Forever in debt to your priceless advice...your advice... "
As the music jams solo he smirks and returns to trekking the fog, grateful I'm not butchering the song. Not to be left alone I follow and keep enjoying the music.
" She eyes me like a Pisces when I am weak. I've been locked inside your heart-shaped box for weeks. I've been drawn into your magnet tar pit trap. I wish I could eat your cancer when you turn black. Hey! Wait! I've got a new complaint. Forever in debt to your priceless advice. Hey! Wait! I've got a new complaint. Forever in debt to your priceless advice. Hey! Wait! I've got a new complaint. Forever in debt to your priceless advice...your advice...your advice...your advice... "
I don't think he minds indulging my karaoke, not while the real thing blares in his skull and I maintain similar pitch to make it hard to distinguish. He probably likes that I'm not being such a pain in the ass while distracted like this. And distracted I am as we continue. The only thing that breaks me from my song and shameful weak dance is the random feel of something tapping my skin. The feel of cold accompanies the tingles. Slowly this oddity becomes clear...snow.
A large gate, the ones that humans must escape in, comes into view as the snow blows into the fog. This is the entrance leading to the building that is Léry's Memorial Institute. The cold is fitting here. Like an unseen bait. The cold lures you towards the false shelter where no good can be found.
The old building we find has it's doors open, inviting the foolish inside. A scientific center of some sort, full of discarded equipment. Some I recognized, other items are new to me. It does have that been abandoned feel to it, the kind that tricks you into letting your guard down. I don't question how the Entity manages to bring places like this here, there's no point to that kind of thought anymore. I have to put my curiosity on hold for now. There is danger in this place and I can't afford to be enchanted now. Inside are small areas like waiting rooms and resection desks, but also traces of something dark. As we tread the halls, beds that probably did not hold free people are scattered about. Corridors lack the warmth that comes from normal care facilities. I feel most uneased. Its maze-like features might trap me for good if Chops wasn't guiding me. What kind of shit went down here? Do I even want to know the reason why there are jail-like bars housing the area we're headed? Probably not.
This place hums with power. Electricity is everywhere and dirty tools are found laying around. This facility screams of a place where all methods are acceptable, go or bad. Whether the "subject" is alive after the procedure is not important. If these walls could talk all you would hear are screams and tearful waling. A passing glance of one room shines the smallest semblance of peace, some sort of library or study houses normal furniture along with numerous amounts of books. Nothing else remembers all those who lost their minds and their lives in there better than archives. Nothing...except the one who is called Doctor.
Pass the bars of no return leads to a noisy circled area. A medical viewing theater with massive electricity generators, holding chairs, tool cabinets, multiple large monitors playing random static images hang from the center, and viewing stations above. Every nerve I have is on alert. Get the fuck out of here, is what my brain tells me, but my body refuses to obey. Chops can feel my nervous deer energy and clutches my arm, it helps ground me better than trusting my legs to not book it.
" ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎📬︎📬︎📬︎" (WELL WELL WELL...)
I had forgotten the Doctors voice, it tends to happen with only one meeting, even if it's rumbling with dark authority. But his intimidating presence is something I'll never forget as he effortlessly strides into here. The fusion of sparking wires integrated into his bones, the painful contortion of his face to the point his skull is cracking, even his professional attire looks like he wants to bring pain not healing. He's creepy as creepy can be.
"✌︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎✌︎❄︎ ︎✋︎👍︎💧︎ ✡︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👎︎📪︎ ✋︎ ︎💣︎ 💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✋︎💧︎ ︎👎︎ ✡︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👎︎ ︎ ︎💧︎❄︎ ︎✌︎ ︎😐︎ ✋︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ 💣︎✡︎ ︎ ︎✌︎ ︎💣︎📬︎ ✌︎ ︎👎︎ ︎✋︎❄︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💣︎✌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💧︎💧︎✍︎ ︎✞︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ✋︎ ︎❄︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ✡︎ ︎ ︎ 👌︎ ︎✡︎💧︎ ✌︎ ︎ ︎📬︎" (AFTER THE THEATRICS YOU PULLED, I'M SURPRISED YOU WOULD JUST WALK INTO THE HEART OF MY REALM. AND WITH THE HUMAN NO LESS? EVER THE INTRIGUING ONE YOU BOYS ARE.)
Chops' grip on my arm tightens and for good reason. Be it a gift, or a curse...The Entity has ignited a corrupted and inexhaustible spark in The Doctor's heart which allows him to generate electro-convulsive power at will. His insidious treatment corrupts the minds of those it touches. Victims shocked by the corrupt spark begin to lose their grip on reality and, with repeated exposure, inevitably succumb to madness. I have difficulty keeping my sanity as it is. This is a monster that toys with it for fun.
"we ain't here for your high and mighty bull, ya quack. so knock off the schtick."
Chops' take no shit attitude makes the Doctor sneer.
"❄︎✡︎ ︎✋︎👍︎✌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ✌︎ ✡︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎✋︎ ︎😐︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎✡︎ 👍︎✌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💧︎❄︎ 👎︎ ︎💣︎✌︎ ︎👎︎ ❄︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎💧︎ ✌︎ ︎👎︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ✋︎❄︎ 👌︎ ︎👍︎✌︎ ︎💧︎ ︎ ✋︎❄︎ ︎✋︎❄︎💧︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👎︎💧︎📬︎ ✡︎ ︎ ︎ 👍︎ ︎💣︎ ︎ ✋︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ 💣︎✡︎ ︎ ︎💣︎ ︎📪︎ ︎ ︎✋︎ ︎✞︎✋︎❄︎ ︎👎︎📪︎ ✌︎ ︎👎︎ 👌︎ ︎ ︎✋︎ ︎✞︎ ︎ ✡︎ ︎ ︎ ✌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎✋︎❄︎ ︎ ︎👎︎📬︎📬︎📬︎ ︎ ︎✡︎✍︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎💧︎ ︎📪︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ 💣︎ ︎📪︎ ✡︎ ︎ ︎ 👍︎ ︎👍︎😐︎✡︎ ︎✋︎❄︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ 💧︎ ︎✋︎❄︎📬︎" (TYPICAL OF A YOUTH THINKING THEY CAN JUST DEMAND THINGS AND GET IT BECAUSE IT FITS THEIR NEEDS. YOU COME INTO MY HOME, UNINVITED, AND BELIEVE YOU ARE ENTITLED...WHY? PLEASE, ENLIGHTEN ME, YOU COCKY LITTLE SHIT.)
Wow, this is awkwardly giving me TV high school drama flashbacks.
"this..."
I'm pulled more into view.
"ya said ya wanted to understand what makes her tick? well now's as good a time as any."
A look comes to the Doctor's eyes. A gleam I don't like.
"👎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👎︎ ︎ ︎💧︎❄︎✌︎ ︎👎︎ ✋︎ ︎ ✋︎ 👎︎ ︎ ︎👌︎❄︎ ✡︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ 💣︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎✋︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎✋︎❄︎✡︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎💧︎ ︎ ︎💧︎ ❄︎ ︎✌︎❄︎ ✌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ❄︎ ︎ 💧︎✌︎❄︎✋︎💧︎ ︎✡︎ 💣︎✡︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👎︎💧︎📬︎" (DO UNDERSTAND IF I DOUBT YOU'RE OFFERING ME THIS OPPORTUNITY FOR REASONS THAT AREN'T TO SATISFY MY OWN NEEDS.)
Why did he have to word it like that?
"it's her soul. it's been touched by the entity. i'm sure a smart guy like you would love to check it out."
This resets the Doctor's mood into a more serious one.
"💧︎❄︎ ︎✌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ✋︎ ︎📬︎ ✋︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ 💣︎ ︎💣︎ ︎ ︎❄︎✌︎ ︎✋︎ ︎✡︎📬︎" (STRAP HER IN. I WILL RETURN MOMENTARILY.)
The Doctor leaves us and Chops pulls me to one of the five chairs.
"W-Wait a sec..."
"don't start actin' up now."
He shoves me into the seat and begins restraining my limbs...with oddly no effort from me to stop him.
"we don't need ya bein' a pain. not here."
"I'm not. I just want you to do something for me."
"i ain't doin'..."
"Promise you'll kill me if things get bad."
He pauses.
"don't be so dramatic."
"No, I mean it. I get the idea you know how bad things can get here. Just..."
"i don't make promises, meat."
"Then hold up to our deal! I have your back and you have mine."
He growls.
"I'll owe you for it. Nothing will be off the table. I promise."
" ︎✌︎❄︎ ︎ ︎❄︎✋︎👍︎📬︎📬︎📬︎" (PATHETIC...)
Fuck.
" ︎ ︎💧︎ ︎ ︎❄︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ 👌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ 💣︎ ︎ ︎👍︎✡︎ 👌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎💧︎ ︎✞︎ ︎ ︎ 👌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✍︎ ︎ ︎💣︎✌︎ ︎💧︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✡︎ ✌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎😐︎ 👍︎ ︎ ︎✌︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💧︎📬︎" (RESORTING TO BEGGING FOR MERCY BEFORE THE FUN HAS EVEN BEGUN? HUMANS TRULY ARE WEAK CREATURES.)
Chops backs up as the Doctor returns wheeling in a worrisome-looking cart, taking his time to set up some sort of equipment.
"👎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ 💣︎ ︎ ✡︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✋︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎✌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ 💧︎ ︎👍︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👎︎💧︎📪︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎✍︎" (DON'T TELL ME YOU'RE FOOLISH ENOUGH TO FALL FOR SUCH WORDS, LEGION?)
Chops scoffs, dismissing and distancing himself from this.
" ︎ ︎💣︎✌︎ ︎📬︎📬︎📬︎" (HUMAN...)
And it begins.
"👌︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ✡︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ 💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎📬︎ ✋︎ 💣︎ ︎💧︎❄︎ ︎✠︎✌︎💣︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✠︎❄︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ 👍︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎✋︎ ︎ ︎📬︎" (BRING OUT YOUR SOUL. I MUST EXAMINE THE EXTENT OF CORRUPTION.)
"I..."
"she don't know how."
Okay, it looks like I don't get to speak for myself.
"✡︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎😐︎✋︎ ︎ ︎✍︎" (YOU'RE JOKING?)
Doctor looks at me and I shrug, making him rub his face with a long sigh.
" ︎ ︎❄︎ 💣︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💧︎💧︎📬︎📬︎📬︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎💧︎ ︎✠︎ ︎ ︎✌︎✋︎ ︎ ︎👎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ 👎︎ ︎ 💧︎ ︎📪︎ 👍︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👍︎❄︎✍︎" (LET ME GUESS...NO ONE HAS EXPLAINED HOW TO DO SO, CORRECT?)
I nod.
"pretty much it comes out when she is or believes to be near death."
He approaches and presses a single static charged bony digit to my chest.
" ︎ ︎👍︎ ︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎✋︎💧︎ ︎ ︎✋︎ ︎❄︎📬︎ ✋︎💣︎✌︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ 💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎📬︎ ︎✋︎👍︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ✋︎❄︎ ︎ ︎✌︎✞︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💣︎ ❄︎ ︎✋︎💧︎ ︎ ︎✋︎ ︎❄︎📬︎" (FOCUS ON THIS POINT. IMAGIN THE SOUL. PICTURE IT LEAVING OUT FROM THIS POINT.)
I feel like a child being talked down to while being told how to do something brand new yet expected to know already. I, resentfully, comply and close my eyes. Following the instructions as given. I feel his finger leave but the electric sting remains. In fact, it gets worse as time goes on. My fingers twitch and lock up trying to claw the armrests. A sudden flash gets my eyes to shoot open as pain strikes my exposed soul that is now being caught his is charged grasp.
"❄︎ ︎✌︎ ︎😐︎ ✡︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ✡︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ 👍︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎❄︎✋︎ ︎ ︎📬︎" (THANK YOU FOR YOUR COOPERATION.)
I don't get to say anything before he removes it and my body goes limp in place. Great! Now all I can do is watch. Watch as he takes it over to that weird cart...and suffer in silence.
" ︎✌︎💧︎👍︎✋︎ ︎✌︎❄︎✋︎ ︎ ︎📬︎ ✌︎ 💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎✌︎❄︎ ︎ ︎💧︎💧︎ ︎💧︎💧︎ ︎💧︎ 💣︎ ︎ ︎❄︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎✌︎✋︎❄︎💧︎📬︎ ✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👎︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ❄︎ ︎✋︎ ︎😐︎ ✋︎❄︎ ︎✌︎💧︎ ︎ ︎✌︎ ︎ ✋︎ ︎ ✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ 💧︎ ︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ✋︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ 💣︎✡︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎📬︎" (FASCINATING. A SOUL THAT POSSESSES MULTIPLE TRAITS. I WOULDN'T THINK IT WAS REAL IF I WERE NOT SEEING IT FOR MYSELF.)
Chops looks at me, earning him my weakened glance, and then moves to witness the Doctor's work.
"how bad is it?"
"👍︎ ︎ ︎👍︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👎︎✍︎" (CONCERNED?)
"*scoff* if she hollows away than i don't get my rights."
" ︎✌︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎📬︎" (FAIR ENOUGH.)
I can feel pricking. Sharp pricking.
"❄︎ ︎ ︎ 💧︎👍︎✌︎ ︎💧︎ ✌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ 💣︎✌︎ ︎✡︎📪︎ 👌︎ ︎❄︎ ︎✌︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ 👎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎📬︎ ✌︎ 👍︎ ︎💣︎💣︎ ︎ ︎👎︎✌︎👌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💧︎✋︎💧︎❄︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎✋︎❄︎✡︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ 💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎📬︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ✌︎ 💧︎❄︎ ︎ ︎✋︎👎︎ 👍︎ ︎ ︎✋︎👍︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ 💣︎✌︎😐︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💧︎💧︎📬︎" (THE SCARS AREN'T MANY, BUT RATHER DEEP. A COMMENDABLE EFFORT IN RESISTING THE ENTITY FOR SURE. THOUGH A STUPID CHOICE TO MAKE NONETHELESS.)
Doctor moves over to a cabinet and collects a small kit, letting me see my soul strung up with tiny hooks to hover over a bowl. I don't like this.
"✋︎ ︎ 💧︎ ︎ ︎ 👍︎ ︎ ︎❄︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💧︎ ❄︎ ︎✋︎💧︎📪︎ ✋︎ ︎✋︎✞︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💧︎💧︎ ❄︎ ︎✌︎ ︎ ✌︎ ︎✌︎ ︎👎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎✋︎💣︎ ︎💧︎ 👌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ 👌︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ 👍︎ ︎💣︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎✡︎ 👍︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎👎︎📬︎" (IF SHE CONTINUES THIS, I GIVE HER LESS THAN A HANDFUL OF TIMES BEFORE BEING COMPLETELY CORRUPTED.)
"ya sure?"
"❄︎ ︎✋︎💧︎ ✋︎💧︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ 💣︎✡︎ ︎✋︎ ︎💧︎❄︎ ︎ ︎👍︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ 👎︎ ︎✌︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✋︎❄︎ ︎ ❄︎✌︎✋︎ ︎❄︎ ︎👎︎ 💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💧︎📬︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💣︎✌︎ ︎💧︎ ✌︎ ︎👎︎ ︎✞︎ ︎ ︎ 💣︎ ︎ ︎💧︎❄︎ ︎ ︎💧︎ ❄︎ ︎✌︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💧︎❄︎ ❄︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎✋︎❄︎✡︎ ︎💧︎ 💧︎👍︎✌︎ ︎💧︎📬︎" (THIS IS NOT MY FIRST ENCOUNTER DEALING WITH TAINTED SOULS. THERE WERE OTHER HUMANS AND EVEN MONSTERS THAT WERE LOST TO THE ENTITY'S SCARS.)
"ya mean this shit happens even to us?"
"👌︎ ︎✡︎📪︎ ✡︎ ︎ ︎ ✌︎ ︎ ︎ ✌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎✋︎ ︎😐︎ ︎ ︎ ✌︎ ︎ ︎ ✌︎👌︎ ︎✞︎ ︎ 💧︎ ︎👍︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎✋︎❄︎✡︎ ✋︎💧︎ ✋︎ ︎✞︎ ︎ ︎✞︎ ︎👎︎📬︎ ✋︎❄︎ ︎✌︎💧︎ 💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ✌︎ ︎ ︎📬︎ 👌︎✌︎👍︎😐︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎✋︎❄︎✡︎ ︎✌︎💧︎ 💧︎❄︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💧︎❄︎✌︎👌︎ ︎✋︎💧︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💧︎📬︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎💧︎ ✌︎ 💣︎ ︎ ︎💧︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ 😐︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✡︎ ✌︎💧︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ 💧︎💣︎✌︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎📬︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ 💧︎💣︎✌︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎💧︎ ✌︎👌︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ 👎︎ ︎💧︎❄︎ ︎ ︎✡︎ ✌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👌︎💧︎❄︎✌︎👍︎ ︎ ︎💧︎ ︎✋︎❄︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ✌︎ ❄︎ ︎✋︎✌︎ ︎📬︎ ✋︎ ︎👍︎ ︎ ︎👎︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💧︎📪︎ ︎✌︎ ︎ ︎💧︎📪︎ 👌︎ ︎✋︎ ︎👎︎✋︎ ︎ ︎💧︎📪︎ ︎❄︎👍︎📬︎ ✋︎❄︎ ︎✌︎💧︎ ✌︎ 👌︎ ︎✌︎💧︎❄︎ ︎✋︎😐︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ✌︎ ︎👎︎ ︎💣︎👌︎ ︎✌︎👍︎ ︎👎︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎✋︎❄︎✡︎ 💣︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎✌︎ ︎ ✋︎❄︎ 💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👎︎ ︎✞︎ ︎📬︎ ❄︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✋︎ ︎❄︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👎︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ 👎︎✌︎💣︎✌︎ ︎ ︎📬︎ ✋︎❄︎ 💧︎ ︎👍︎👍︎ ︎💣︎👌︎ ︎👎︎ ︎✌︎ ︎ ︎✡︎ ︎ ︎ 👎︎ ︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎✋︎💧︎ 👎︎ ︎✞︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💣︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ 👍︎✡︎👍︎ ︎ ︎📬︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💣︎ ︎✞︎✌︎ ︎ ︎✌︎💧︎ ✌︎ ︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎💧︎ ︎ ︎💧︎📬︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎✡︎ ︎✌︎👎︎ 👌︎ ︎👍︎ ︎💣︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎✋︎ ︎📬︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎✋︎✌︎ ︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ✌︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✞︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👎︎👎︎💧︎ ✋︎ ︎ ✌︎ 😐︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎💧︎ ✌︎👌︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💣︎ ︎✞︎ ︎ ✌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💣︎ ︎ ︎❄︎💧︎ ✋︎ ︎ ✌︎ ︎ ︎✌︎ ︎💣︎📬︎ ❄︎ ︎✋︎💧︎ ︎✌︎💧︎ ✌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👎︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ 💧︎✌︎💣︎ ︎ ❄︎✋︎💣︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎✋︎❄︎✡︎ ︎ ︎💣︎ ︎✞︎ ︎👎︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💣︎✌︎ ︎ ︎💧︎ ✌︎👌︎✋︎ ︎✋︎❄︎✡︎ ❄︎ ︎ 👍︎ ︎✋︎💣︎👌︎📬︎" (BOY, YOU ARE A FOOL TO THINK WE ARE ABOVE SUCH THINGS WHEN THE ENTITY IS INVOLVED. IT WAS SO LONG AGO. BACK WHEN THE ENTITY WAS STILL ESTABLISHING RULES. THERE WAS A MONSTER KNOWN ONLY AS THE SMASHER. THE SMASHER WAS ABLE TO DESTROY ALL OBSTACLES WITHIN A TRIAL. INCLUDING TREES, WALLS, BUILDINGS, ETC. IT WAS A BEAST LIKE NO OTHER AND EMBRACED THE ENTITY MORE THAN IT SHOULD'VE. TO THE POINT THERE WAS NO UNDOING OF THE DAMAGE. IT SUCCUMBED EARLY ON DURING THIS DEVELOPMENT CYCLE. THEIR REMOVAL WAS ALSO FOR OTHER REASONS. THEY HAD BECOME TOO UNFAIR. THE TRIALS WERE AT UNEVEN ODDS IF A KILLER WAS ABLE TO REMOVE ALL OF THE ELEMENTS IN A REALM. THIS WAS AROUND THE SAME TIME THE ENTITY REMOVED THE HUMAN'S ABILITY TO CLIMB.)
Wait...Didn't I climb a tree in my first trial as well as the watchtower? Such a memory has Chops look back at me. Not like I can answer him. I only hope he doesn't mention it. My breath suddenly hitches. Something is digging into me.
"whatcha doin'?"
"❄︎ ︎ ︎💧︎ ︎ 💧︎👍︎✌︎ ︎💧︎ ✌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✋︎😐︎ ︎ ✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👍︎❄︎✋︎ ︎ ︎💧︎ 💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💧︎📬︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ✌︎ ︎✡︎ ︎ ︎✌︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ❄︎✌︎😐︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👍︎❄︎📪︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👍︎❄︎ ︎👎︎ ❄︎✋︎💧︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ 💣︎ ︎💧︎❄︎ 👌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💣︎ ︎✞︎ ︎👎︎📬︎ ✋︎ 💣︎ ︎💧︎❄︎ 👍︎ ︎ ︎👍︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎✌︎❄︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ✌︎✞︎ ︎✋︎👎︎ ︎ ︎✋︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎❄︎✋︎ ︎ ︎✌︎ ︎ ︎✡︎ ︎✌︎ ︎💣︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ 💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👎︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎ ︎❄︎ ︎✡︎ ✌︎ ︎ ︎✌︎💧︎📬︎ ︎ ︎ ︎📬︎📬︎📬︎ ︎ ︎✌︎✞︎ ︎ 💣︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ 💣︎✡︎ 👍︎ ︎✌︎ ︎❄︎ ✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎👍︎ ︎📬︎" (THESE SCARS ARE LIKE INFECTIOUS SORES. FOR ANY HEALING TO TAKE EFFECT, THE INFECTED TISSUE MUST BE REMOVED. I MUST CONCENTRATE TO AVOID UNINTENTIONALLY HARMING THE SURROUNDING HEALTHY AREAS. NOW...LEAVE ME TO MY CRAFT IN PEACE.)
The annoyed arrogant tone Doctor has pushes Chops aside. He grumbles and walks off out of sight.
"✡︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ 👌︎ ︎ ✈︎ ︎✋︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👍︎😐︎✡︎📪︎ ︎ ︎💣︎✌︎ ︎📬︎" (YOU HAPPEN TO BE QUITE LUCKY, HUMAN.)
Really? I'm paralyzed while you do fuck all with my soul. How am I lucky?
"✋︎ ︎ ✋︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ✡︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎ ︎ ︎ 💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ✌︎ ︎👎︎ ︎ ︎✋︎✈︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✋︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎ ︎😐︎💧︎📪︎ ✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👎︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ 👌︎ ︎ 👎︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎✋︎💧︎ ✌︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎✡︎ ✌︎💧︎ ✋︎ ✌︎💣︎📬︎📬︎📬︎ ︎ ︎ ✌︎❄︎ ✌︎ ︎ ︎📬︎" (IF IT WEREN'T FOR YOUR RARE SOUL AND UNIQUE JOINING OF OUR RANKS, I WOULDN'T BE DOING THIS AS GENTLY AS I AM...OR AT ALL.)
So not because of me. Just what I have and what you think I am. I hate it...I hate it when people do this. I am not something so basic. You can't label me with just word of mouth or a passing glance. That is how THEY handle me. The users. I won't be used. I won't be taken advantage of. I won't be hurt again!
" ︎ ︎✌︎❄︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ 👎︎ ︎✞︎✋︎ ︎📬︎📬︎📬︎✍︎" (WHAT THE DEVIL...?)
It seems my angsty angst is stirring my soul. Something the Doctor doesn't care for.
"👍︎ ︎✌︎💧︎ ︎ ✡︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ 💧︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎📬︎ ❄︎ ︎✌︎ ︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💣︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✡︎ ︎✌︎ ︎💣︎ ✡︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ 💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ✋︎ ︎ 💧︎ ︎👍︎ ︎ ✌︎ ︎ ︎✌︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ 💧︎❄︎✌︎❄︎ ︎📬︎" (CEASE YOUR STRUGGLING. TRANSFORMING NOW WILL ONLY HARM YOUR SOUL FURTHER IN SUCH A FRAGILE STATE.)
I am in less than a cooperative mood now and my wide-eyed leer at him is meant to make that clear. But the Doctor is in a zero-tolerance mood himself and comes at me with a glare that hurts to make.
"👎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ❄︎ ︎💧︎❄︎ 💣︎ ︎📪︎ ︎ ︎💣︎✌︎ ︎📬︎ ✡︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎✋︎😐︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎ ︎👎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎ ︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ 💣︎✡︎ ✋︎ ︎ ︎📬︎ 💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👎︎ 💣︎✡︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👎︎💧︎📬︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ✡︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ✌︎ ︎✋︎❄︎✌︎❄︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💧︎ ︎📬︎" (DO NOT TEST ME, HUMAN. YOU WILL NOT LIKE THE REWARD FOR EARNING MY IRE. SO HEED MY WORDS. RELENT YOUR AGITATION OR ELSE.)
Dark rage. I can feel it building. Across the room, my soul flashes sporadically and the scars brighten their intensity. This displeases him and he rubs his hands together, building a surge of electricity.
"❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎😐︎ ✌︎ ︎ ︎✌︎✡︎💧︎ ︎✌︎✞︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ 👌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👎︎ ︎ ︎💧︎💧︎ ︎✡︎ 💧︎❄︎ ︎👌︎👌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎📬︎" (THE WEAK ALWAYS HAVE TO BE NEEDLESSLY STUBBORN.)
With one hand, he palms my head and sends that charge through my system. My body jerks violently. Faint sounds escape my stiffened vocal cords. Tears begin to swell in my eyes and burn. He stops when the flickering of my soul ends and looks down upon my smoking form.
"✋︎ ︎✌︎✞︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👎︎ ✌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎❄︎ 👎︎ ︎✌︎ ︎ ✌︎👌︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎💣︎✌︎ ︎💧︎ ✋︎ ︎ 💣︎✡︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎📬︎ ︎ ︎💣︎✌︎ ︎💧︎ ︎✌︎✞︎ ︎ 👎︎✋︎ ︎👎︎ ✌︎❄︎ ✌︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ✌︎💧︎ ︎📄︎ ✞︎ ︎ ︎❄︎💧︎📬︎ ❄︎✋︎💣︎ ︎ ✋︎💧︎ ✌︎ ︎💧︎ ︎ ✌︎ ︎✌︎👍︎❄︎ ︎ ︎📬︎ ✌︎ 👍︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ 📁︎📬︎📂︎ ✌︎💣︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ✌︎ 💣︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ 📄︎ 💧︎ ︎👍︎ ︎ ︎👎︎💧︎ 👍︎✌︎ ︎ 👌︎ ︎ ︎✌︎❄︎✌︎ ︎📬︎ ✌︎💧︎ ✞︎ ︎ ︎❄︎✌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ 👍︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ✠︎ ︎ ︎💧︎✋︎💧︎❄︎✌︎ ︎👍︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ 👍︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ 👎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👎︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ 👌︎ ︎👎︎✡︎ ︎ ︎💧︎✋︎💧︎❄︎✌︎ ︎👍︎ ︎📬︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ✋︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💧︎✋︎💧︎❄︎✌︎ ︎👍︎ ︎ 👌︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎ ︎💧︎ ✋︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✡︎ 📂︎📁︎📁︎ ︎ ︎💣︎💧︎📪︎ ︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ✋︎❄︎ ✋︎💧︎ ✌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👎︎ ︎📁︎📁︎ ︎ ︎💣︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ 💣︎ ︎✌︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💣︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎📬︎" (I HAVE LEARNED A GREAT DEAL ABOUT HUMANS IN MY LIFE. HUMANS HAVE DIED AT AS LOW AS 42 VOLTS. TIME IS ALSO A FACTOR. A CURRENT OF 0.1 AMPERES FOR A MERE 2 SECONDS CAN BE FATAL. AS VOLTAGE = CURRENT X RESISTANCE THE CURRENT DEPENDS ON BODY RESISTANCE. THE INTERNAL RESISTANCE BETWEEN THE EARS IS ONLY 100 OHMS, WHILE IT IS AROUND 500 OHMS WHEN MEASURED FROM FINGER TO TOE.)
Is this bastard really lecturing me right now? Everything hurts. Everything burns. I'm moving but not of my own accord.
"✌︎ 👍︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ 📂︎📁︎ 💣︎✌︎ ︎ ︎ 📁︎📬︎📁︎📂︎ ✌︎💣︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✞︎✋︎👎︎ ︎💧︎ ✌︎ 💧︎ ︎✞︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ 💧︎ ︎ ︎👍︎😐︎📪︎ 👌︎ ︎❄︎ ✋︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👎︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ 👌︎ ︎ ︎✌︎❄︎✌︎ ︎📬︎ ✌︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ ✌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎👍︎ ︎ 📂︎📁︎📁︎ 💣︎✌︎ ︎ ︎ 📁︎📬︎📂︎ ✌︎💣︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💧︎📪︎ 💣︎ ︎💧︎👍︎ ︎ ︎✌︎ ︎ 👍︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎✌︎👍︎❄︎✋︎ ︎ ︎💧︎ 👌︎ ︎ ︎✋︎ ︎📬︎ ✋︎❄︎ ✋︎💧︎ ✋︎💣︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎❄︎✋︎✞︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎✌︎❄︎ 👌︎ ︎👍︎✌︎ ︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎ ︎❄︎ ︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💧︎✋︎💧︎❄︎✌︎ ︎👍︎ ︎📪︎ ✌︎ 👍︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ 💣︎✌︎ ︎ ︎✋︎❄︎ ︎👎︎ ︎ ✌︎💧︎ 💧︎💣︎✌︎ ︎ ︎ ✌︎💧︎ 📂︎📁︎ 💣︎✌︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ✋︎❄︎ ✋︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ 😐︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ✌︎ ︎ ︎💣︎✌︎ ︎📬︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✞︎ ︎ ︎📪︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ 👍︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎✞︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎👍︎ ︎ ︎💧︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎ ︎❄︎📪︎ ✌︎💧︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💧︎✋︎💧︎❄︎✌︎ ︎👍︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ✡︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ 💧︎😐︎✋︎ ︎ ✋︎💧︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎📪︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👌︎✡︎ ✌︎👌︎💧︎ ︎ ︎👌︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎✋︎💧︎ 👍︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎❄︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✡︎📬︎ ✋︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎✋︎💧︎ ︎✌︎ ︎❄︎ ︎✡︎ 👍︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎👍︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎ ︎❄︎ 👌︎✡︎ ✌︎ ︎✡︎ 💣︎ ︎✌︎ ︎💧︎📪︎ ✋︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👎︎ ✌︎ ︎💣︎ ︎💧︎❄︎ 👍︎ ︎ ︎❄︎✌︎✋︎ ︎ ︎✡︎ 👌︎ ︎ ︎✌︎❄︎✌︎ ︎📬︎" (A CURRENT OF 10 MA OR 0.01 AMPERE PROVIDES A SEVERE SHOCK, BUT IT WOULDN'T BE FATAL. AS WE APPROACH 100 MA OR 0.1 AMPERES, MUSCULAR CONTRACTIONS BEGIN. IT IS IMPERATIVE TO REALIZE THAT BECAUSE OF THE HEART'S LOW RESISTANCE, A CURRENT OF MAGNITUDE AS SMALL AS 10 MA THROUGH IT IS ENOUGH TO KILL A HUMAN. HOWEVER, THE CURRENT NEVER REACHES THE HEART, AS THE RESISTANCE OF YOUR SKIN IS HIGHER, THEREBY ABSORBING THIS CURRENT ENTIRELY. IF THIS PALTRY CURRENT WERE TO REACH THE HEART BY ANY MEANS, IT WOULD ALMOST CERTAINLY BE FATAL.)
He takes hold of my shoulders, temporarily ending my harsh twitching so my head doesn't bash itself.
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Why couldn't I be fortunate enough to blackout? Why do I have to be aware of all this?
"❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👍︎ ︎💧︎💧︎✋︎ ︎ ︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ 💧︎ ︎👍︎ ︎ ︎✌︎ ︎💣︎ 👍︎✌︎ ︎ 👌︎ ︎ 💧︎ ︎💣︎💣︎✌︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎👎︎ ︎✋︎😐︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎✋︎💧︎📬︎📬︎📬︎📂︎ 💣︎✋︎ ︎ ︎✋︎✌︎💣︎ ︎ ✋︎💧︎ ︎✈︎ ︎✌︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💧︎❄︎ ✌︎ ︎✌︎✋︎ ︎❄︎ ❄︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎📬︎ ︎ 💣︎✋︎ ︎ ︎✋︎✌︎💣︎ ︎💧︎ ✌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✈︎ ︎✌︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ 💧︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ 💧︎ ︎ ︎👍︎😐︎💧︎ 👌︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎📬︎ 👎︎✋︎💧︎❄︎ ︎ ︎👌︎✋︎ ︎ ︎📪︎ 👌︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎✌︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎📬︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✞︎ ︎ ︎📪︎ 💧︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ✋︎ ︎✞︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎✌︎ ︎✡︎ 💣︎ ︎✞︎ ︎💣︎ ︎ ︎❄︎💧︎ 👍︎✌︎ ︎ 👍︎✌︎ ︎💧︎ ︎ ✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✋︎ ︎💧︎📬︎ ⌛︎📫︎📄︎ ︎ 💣︎✋︎ ︎ ︎✋︎✌︎💣︎ ︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💣︎ ︎ ︎ ✌︎ ︎👎︎ ︎📫︎ ︎📁︎ 💣︎✋︎ ︎ ︎✋︎✌︎💣︎ ︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ 💣︎ ︎ ︎ ✋︎💧︎ ︎✈︎ ︎✌︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎✌︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ 💧︎ ︎ ︎👍︎😐︎💧︎📬︎ 💣︎ ︎💧︎👍︎ ︎ ︎✌︎ ︎ 👍︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ✋︎💧︎ ︎ ︎💧︎❄︎📬︎ ❄︎ ︎✋︎💧︎ ✋︎💧︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ 👍︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎💧︎ 💧︎❄︎✌︎ ︎❄︎ ✌︎ ︎👎︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ 💣︎ ︎💧︎👍︎ ︎ ︎💧︎ ︎ ︎👍︎😐︎ ︎ ︎📬︎ ︎📁︎📫︎📂︎ ︎📁︎ 💣︎✋︎ ︎ ︎✋︎✌︎💣︎ ︎💧︎ ✌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✈︎ ︎✌︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎✠︎❄︎ ︎ ︎💣︎ ︎ ︎✡︎ ︎✌︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ 💧︎ ︎ ︎👍︎😐︎💧︎📪︎ ︎ ︎💧︎ ︎✋︎ ︎✌︎❄︎ ︎ ︎✡︎ ✌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💧︎❄︎📪︎ ✌︎ ︎👎︎ 💧︎ ︎✞︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ 💣︎ ︎💧︎👍︎ ︎ ︎ 👍︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎✌︎👍︎❄︎✋︎ ︎ ︎💧︎📬︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✠︎ ︎ ︎ 💣︎ ︎💧︎👍︎ ︎ ︎💧︎ 💣︎✌︎✡︎ 👍︎✌︎ ︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👎︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✠︎❄︎ ︎ ︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ 💣︎ ︎💧︎👍︎ ︎ ︎💧︎ 💣︎✌︎✡︎ 👍︎✌︎ ︎💧︎ ︎ ✋︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💧︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ✌︎ ︎✌︎✡︎📬︎ 👎︎ ︎✌︎❄︎ ︎ ✋︎💧︎ ︎ ︎💧︎💧︎✋︎👌︎ ︎ ︎📬︎ 📂︎📪︎📁︎📁︎📁︎📫︎ ︎📪︎ ︎📁︎📁︎ 💣︎✋︎ ︎ ︎✋︎✌︎💣︎ ︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ 📂︎📫︎ ︎📬︎ ︎ ✌︎💣︎ ︎💧︎ ✋︎💧︎ ︎✈︎ ︎✌︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ✞︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎✋︎👍︎ ︎ ︎✌︎ ︎ ︎✋︎👌︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎✌︎❄︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ 👎︎✋︎💧︎❄︎ ︎ ︎👌︎✌︎ ︎👍︎ ︎📬︎ 💣︎ ︎💧︎👍︎ ︎ ︎💧︎ 👍︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎✌︎👍︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✞︎ ︎ 👎︎✌︎💣︎✌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👍︎👍︎ ︎ ︎💧︎📬︎ 👎︎ ︎✌︎❄︎ ︎ ✋︎💧︎ ︎✋︎😐︎ ︎ ︎✡︎📬︎ 📂︎📁︎📪︎📁︎📁︎📁︎ 💣︎✋︎ ︎ ︎✋︎✌︎💣︎ ︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ 📂︎📁︎ ✌︎💣︎ ︎💧︎ ✋︎💧︎ ︎✈︎ ︎✌︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ 👍︎✌︎ ︎👎︎✋︎✌︎👍︎ ✌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💧︎❄︎ ✌︎ ︎👎︎ 💧︎ ︎✞︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ 👌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💧︎ ︎👍︎👍︎ ︎ ︎📬︎ 👎︎ ︎✌︎❄︎ ︎ ✋︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👌︎✌︎👌︎ ︎ ︎📬︎ 📂︎ ︎📪︎📁︎📁︎📁︎ 💣︎✋︎ ︎ ︎✋︎✌︎💣︎ ︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ 📂︎ ︎ ✌︎💣︎ ︎💧︎ ✋︎💧︎ ︎✈︎ ︎✌︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💧︎❄︎ ︎✞︎ ︎ ︎👍︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ✌︎❄︎ ︎ ︎✋︎👍︎ ︎ ✌︎ ❄︎✡︎ ︎✋︎👍︎✌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ 👍︎✋︎ ︎👍︎ ︎✋︎❄︎ 👌︎ ︎ ︎✌︎😐︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💧︎ ✌︎ 👍︎✋︎ ︎👍︎ ︎✋︎❄︎📬︎ 👎︎ ︎✌︎❄︎ ︎ ✋︎💧︎ ︎ ︎✌︎ ︎✌︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎👎︎📬︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ❄︎ ︎✋︎💧︎ ✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💧︎ ︎ ︎👍︎❄︎✋︎✞︎ ︎📪︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👍︎❄︎ ︎✋︎👍︎ 👍︎ ︎✌︎✋︎ ︎💧︎ ︎💧︎ ︎👎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✠︎ ︎👍︎ ︎❄︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💧︎ ︎💧︎ ︎💧︎ ︎ ✌︎ ✞︎ ︎ ︎❄︎✌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💧︎ ︎✌︎ ︎ ︎✡︎ ︎💧︎ ︎ 📄︎📪︎📁︎📁︎📁︎ ❄︎ ︎ 📄︎📪︎📄︎📁︎📁︎ ✞︎ ︎ ︎❄︎💧︎ ✌︎❄︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ 📂︎📄︎ ✌︎💣︎ ︎💧︎📬︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ✞︎ ︎ ︎❄︎✌︎ ︎ ︎ ✋︎ ︎💧︎ ︎👎︎ ︎ ︎ ✡︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎💧︎ ︎✠︎✌︎👍︎❄︎ ︎✡︎ ⌛︎ ✌︎💣︎ ︎💧︎📬︎" (THE REPERCUSSIONS OF SUCH HARM CAN BE SUMMARIZED LIKE THIS...1 MILLIAMP IS EQUAL TO JUST A FAINT TINGLE. 5 MILLIAMPS ARE EQUAL TO SLIGHT SHOCKS BEING FELT. DISTURBING, BUT NOT PAINFUL. HOWEVER, STRONG INVOLUNTARY MOVEMENTS CAN CAUSE INJURIES. 6-25 MILLIAMPS FOR WOMEN AND 9-30 MILLIAMPS FOR MEN IS EQUAL TO PAINFUL SHOCKS. MUSCULAR CONTROL IS LOST. THIS IS THE RANGE WHERE FREEZING CURRENTS START AND THE MUSCLES LOCK UP. 50-150 MILLIAMPS ARE EQUAL TO EXTREMELY PAINFUL SHOCKS, RESPIRATORY ARREST, AND SEVERE MUSCLE CONTRACTIONS. FLEXOR MUSCLES MAY CAUSE HOLDING ON; EXTENSOR MUSCLES MAY CAUSE INTENSE PUSHING AWAY. DEATH IS POSSIBLE. 1,000- 4,300 MILLIAMPS OR 1-4.3 AMPS IS EQUAL TO VENTRICULAR FIBRILLATION DISTURBANCE. MUSCLES CONTRACT; NERVE DAMAGE OCCURS. DEATH IS LIKELY. 10,000 MILLIAMPS OR 10 AMPS IS EQUAL TO CARDIAC ARREST AND SEVERE BURNS OCCUR. DEATH IS PROBABLE. 15,000 MILLIAMPS OR 15 AMPS IS EQUAL TO THE LOWEST OVERCURRENT AT WHICH A TYPICAL FUSE OR CIRCUIT BREAKER OPENS A CIRCUIT. DEATH IS GUARANTEED. TO PUT THIS IN PERSPECTIVE, ELECTRIC CHAIRS USED FOR EXECUTION PURPOSES USE A VOLTAGE USUALLY USE 2,000 TO 2,200 VOLTS AT 7 TO 12 AMPS. THE VOLTAGE I USED ON YOU WAS EXACTLY 6 AMPS.)
He lets go and looks down at me, my twitching is slightly less crazy.
"✋︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ 👌︎ ︎ 💧︎ ︎ 😐︎✋︎ ︎👎︎ ︎ ︎✠︎❄︎ ❄︎✋︎💣︎ ︎📬︎ 💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💣︎ ❄︎ ︎✋︎💧︎📬︎ 👎︎ ︎ ✌︎💧︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎👎︎ ✌︎ ︎👎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💧︎💧︎ ︎✌︎ ︎💣︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ 👌︎ ︎ 👎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎📬︎" (I WILL NOT BE SO KIND NEXT TIME. SO LEARN FROM THIS. DO AS TOLD AND NO USELESS HARM WILL BE DONE.)
He returns to his work on my soul, confident that he won't be needing to discipline me again. This is hell. I'm a drooling broken rag doll that feels pain all over. Even my tears are of little comfort, they feel like acid rolling off my skin. Chops returns sometime later, probably heard the loud crackling of Doctor's electrocution, drinking what looks like a can of pop. Did he find a vending machine? Lucky fucker! The Doctor doesn't pay him any mind, so he shuffles around and looks everywhere like a paranoid sheep. Why so jumpy, bonehead? You're not the one being operated on and fried. When his eyes land on me he seems to stare a bit more intently than expected, maybe seeing something I can't.
"the fuck happened here?"
"✋︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎👎︎ ✡︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎✞︎ ︎ 💣︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ 💣︎✡︎ ︎ ︎ ︎😐︎📬︎" (I TOLD YOU TO LEAVE ME TO MY WORK.)
This ticks Chops off yet he avoids bugging the Doctor. Instead, he approaches me while chugging what's left of his soda. God, what I wouldn't give to have that right now.
"ya look like shit."
Really? I couldn't tell, dumbass.
"pissed him off, didn't ya? what is it with ya and doin' that?"
This coming from the guy that made me give his knife fellatio.
"wanna know somethin' messed up? whatever he did to ya was him goin' easy. if he really was pissed, you'd be fried like overcooked bacon."
And that is supposed to make me feel better?
Due to fucked up nerves and steaming tears I haven't moved my eyes or blinked in a while. The lack of attention his way has him moving to be in my face and staring into my pained orbs.
"ya didn't go overboard and make her brain dead, did ya?"
He ponders aloud.
"carryin' her ass back isn't somethin' i wanna do."
The Doctor pauses.
" ︎ ︎ ︎ 💧︎✌︎✋︎👎︎ ✡︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ 👌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎✞︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✋︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✍︎" (WHO SAID YOU'LL BE LEAVING WITH HER?)
I had warned him of something like this happening.
"and what? ya expect us to leave her here?"
"✡︎ ︎ ︎ 💣︎✋︎💧︎ ︎ ︎👎︎ ︎ ︎💧︎❄︎✌︎ ︎👎︎📬︎📬︎📬︎" (YOU MISUNDERSTAND...)
The sound of building charge hits our senses and before Chops can react it's cast across the room, sending Chops flying.
"💧︎ ︎ ︎ ✋︎💧︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎✌︎✞︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎📬︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✋︎ ︎👎︎📬︎" (SHE ISN'T LEAVING HERE. PERIOD.)
I so freaking called it.
Not one to take a hit and flee, Chops gets back up. Standing his ground and snarling like a mad dog.
"ya think ya can take what's mine? nah, motherfucker, that shit ain't happenin'."
Now that things have escalated, the Doctor fully faces Legion.
" ︎ ︎✌︎❄︎ 👎︎✋︎👎︎ ✡︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎ ︎ ︎✡︎ ︎✠︎ ︎ ︎👍︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ✡︎ ︎ ︎ 👌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✍︎ ❄︎ ︎✌︎❄︎ ✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👎︎ ✌︎✋︎👎︎ ✡︎ ︎ ︎ 💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💧︎💧︎ ︎✡︎ ︎✋︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ 💣︎ ︎❄︎✋︎✞︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ 💣︎✡︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✍︎ ✡︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎👎︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎✌︎✞︎ ︎ 😐︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ✡︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎ ︎😐︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ✋︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ✌︎ ❄︎ ︎✌︎ ︎📬︎ 👌︎ ︎❄︎ ✌︎ ❄︎ ︎✌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ 💣︎ ︎💧︎❄︎ 💧︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ ✋︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎✌︎❄︎ ✡︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎ ︎❄︎ ︎👎︎📬︎ 💧︎ ︎👍︎ ︎ ✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎ ︎👍︎ ︎ ✋︎💧︎ 👎︎ ︎💧︎ ︎ ︎✞︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✋︎💧︎ ︎💣︎ ︎ ︎❄︎📬︎" (WHAT DID YOU REALLY EXPECT WHEN YOU BROUGHT HER HERE? THAT I WOULD AID YOU SELFLESSLY WITH NO MOTIVE OF MY OWN? YOU HAD TO HAVE KNOWN YOU WERE WALKING INTO A TRAP. BUT A TRAP ONE MUST STEP IN TO GET WHAT YOU WANTED. SUCH IGNORANCE IS DESERVING OF PUNISHMENT.)
"*growls* bastard!"
Rage has Chops throw his blade at the Doctor. But the mad man doesn't move. He simply catches the metal weapon and electrocutes it, causing great pain to Chops.
" ︎ ︎💧︎ ︎ ︎👍︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎❄︎✋︎ ︎ ︎❄︎💧︎ ✋︎💧︎ ✌︎❄︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ 👍︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✋︎ ︎👍︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💧︎📬︎ ︎ ︎👍︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎✞︎ ︎ ︎💧︎❄︎✌︎👌︎ ︎✋︎💧︎ ︎ ︎👎︎ ✌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👍︎❄︎✋︎✞︎ ︎ 💣︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎👎︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎✌︎❄︎💣︎ ︎ ︎❄︎📪︎ ︎ ︎ 👍︎✌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👍︎ ︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ ✋︎❄︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✋︎👍︎✋︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ 💣︎ ︎✌︎ ︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ 👎︎ ︎ ︎✋︎✞︎ ︎ ︎✡︎📬︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✞︎ ︎ ︎📬︎📬︎📬︎❄︎ ︎ ✌︎✞︎ ︎✋︎👎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎ ︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💣︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ 💣︎ ︎💧︎❄︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎✌︎👍︎✋︎ ︎ ︎💧︎ 💧︎ ︎👌︎ ︎ ︎👍︎❄︎💧︎📪︎ ✋︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💧︎ ︎ 💣︎✌︎✠︎✋︎💣︎ ︎💣︎ ︎ ︎✞︎ ︎ ︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👍︎ ︎ ︎👎︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✋︎❄︎ ︎ 👎︎✋︎💧︎👍︎✋︎ ︎ ︎✋︎ ︎✌︎ ︎✡︎ ✌︎👍︎❄︎✋︎ ︎ ︎💧︎📬︎" (RESPECT OF OUR PATIENTS IS AT THE CORE OF OUR PRINCIPLES. ONCE WE HAVE ESTABLISHED AN EFFECTIVE METHOD OF TREATMENT, WE CAN FOCUS ON ITS EFFICIENT MEANS OF DELIVERY. HOWEVER...TO AVOID RELAPSE FROM OUR MOST TENACIOUS SUBJECTS, I WILL USE MAXIMUM LEVELS WHEN PROCEEDING WITH DISCIPLINARY ACTIONS.)
Chops doesn't look so good and I'm helpless to aid him. Legion isn't built to deal with the Doctor, a killer that can work in short and mid-range. At best Chops has speed on his side especially if he goes into Feral Frenzy, but two things are against him. One is that Feral Frenzy only lasts a short while. And two, the electricity generators in the room might enhance the Doctor's power indirectly.
"❄︎ ︎ ︎ 💧︎❄︎✋︎💣︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💧︎ 💣︎ ︎💧︎❄︎ 👌︎ ︎ 😐︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ✌︎👍︎❄︎✋︎✞︎ ︎ ✌︎❄︎ ✌︎ 👍︎ ︎ ︎✞︎ ︎ ︎💧︎✋︎✞︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✞︎ ︎ ︎📬︎ 💧︎✋︎👎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👍︎❄︎💧︎ ✌︎ ︎ ︎ ✞︎ ︎ ︎✡︎ ︎✌︎ ︎ ︎📬︎" (THE STIMULUS MUST BE KEPT ACTIVE AT A CONVULSIVE LEVEL. SIDE EFFECTS ARE VERY RARE.)
"*huff* fuck you!"
Doctor charges to shock the weapon again but Chops yanks it harder than the Doctor expects, regaining it. With the blade back in his hands Chops gets ready for the Doctor's next more. A smart play since he's at the home-field disadvantage.
"✋︎ ︎ ✡︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎✋︎ ︎😐︎ ✡︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ 👌︎ ︎ ✌︎👌︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ❄︎✌︎😐︎ ︎ 💧︎ ︎👍︎ ︎ ✌︎ ︎✌︎ ︎ ︎ 💧︎ ︎ ︎👍︎✋︎💣︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💣︎ 💣︎✡︎ ︎ ︎✌︎💧︎ ︎📪︎ ✌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ 💣︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎📫︎ ︎👎︎ ︎👍︎✌︎❄︎ ︎ ✡︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ 💧︎✋︎💣︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ 💣︎✋︎ ︎👎︎📬︎" (IF YOU THINK YOU'LL BE ABLE TO TAKE SUCH A RARE SPECIMEN FROM MY GRASP, ALLOW ME TO RE-EDUCATE YOUR SIMPLE MIND.)
"if ya think you'll have a chance like that again, you're in for a hell of a bad time"
Wait...Again? Now I'm really sure these two have a bad history.
Doctor releases the charge across the ground in a wide blast. Lucky for Chops, he enters Feral Frenzy and the speed boost he gets allows him to miss the attack with a quick leap. Activating Feral Frenzy causes The Legion to enter a deadly rage...for ten whole seconds...unless he's got add-ons to increase the duration and shorten cooldown time but even then that's only by seconds.
"✋︎❄︎ ︎💧︎ ❄︎✋︎💣︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ✡︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎📫︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎✌︎❄︎💣︎ ︎ ︎❄︎📪︎ 👌︎ ︎✡︎✏︎" (IT'S TIME FOR YOUR FOLLOW-UP TREATMENT, BOY!)
The Doctor does have unlimited ammo with his electric powers however he does have to take a few seconds to charge up each time. Chops knows this and his knife doesn't have such a drawback. But if he swings while in frenzy and doesn't hit anyone he will lose frenzy, getting disoriented as the rage subsides. So Chops uses the cover of all the clutter in the room to his advantage to keep from being vulnerable as Doctor follows, trying to get decent shots. I can't move to see everything but I can see what Chops is doing, it's a very smart move. He's keeping the Doctor's attention on him, luring him around the room in a complete circle. The Doctor doesn't realize the plan till Chops is near it...My soul.
"👎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ✡︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👍︎😐︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ 👎︎✌︎ ︎ ︎✏︎" (DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE!)
Doctor blasts Chops square on the back and he's slammed into a partition wall. By now frenzy has ended and needs a twenty-second cooldown, providing he doesn't have an add-on to shorten that. Monsters have fast recovery abilities and Doctor knows this. It's why he wastes no time to begin stomping on the smaller skeleton.
"✡︎ ︎ ︎ ✋︎ ︎💧︎✋︎ ︎ ︎✋︎ ︎✋︎👍︎✌︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💣︎✏︎ 👎︎ ︎ ✡︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✌︎✞︎ ︎ ✌︎ ︎✡︎ ✋︎👎︎ ︎✌︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ 💧︎✋︎ ︎ ︎✋︎ ︎✋︎👍︎✌︎ ︎👍︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎✋︎💧︎ ︎ ︎💣︎✌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👎︎💧︎✍︎ ✌︎ 💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✋︎❄︎ ︎ 💣︎ ︎ ︎❄︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎✌︎✋︎❄︎💧︎ 👍︎✌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💧︎💧︎ ︎💧︎💧︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎👎︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎❄︎✋︎✌︎ ︎✏︎ ✋︎❄︎ 👍︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👎︎ ︎ ︎💧︎💧︎✋︎👌︎ ︎✡︎ ︎ ︎ ︎👎︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ 😐︎ ︎✡︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎💧︎👍︎✌︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎✋︎💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✏︎ ✌︎ ︎👎︎ 💧︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ✌︎💧︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💧︎ ︎✞︎ ︎ ︎ ✌︎ ︎ ︎✌︎👍︎❄︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ✌︎ 👍︎ ︎✌︎ ︎👍︎ ︎ ✋︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎✌︎❄︎ ︎ ︎💧︎💧︎✋︎👌︎✋︎ ︎✋︎❄︎✡︎📪︎ ✋︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ 👎︎ ︎ ✌︎ ︎✡︎❄︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ✌︎ ︎👎︎ ︎✞︎ ︎ ︎✡︎❄︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ 💣︎✌︎😐︎ ︎ ✋︎❄︎ ︎✌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✏︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ 💧︎❄︎✌︎ ︎👎︎ ✋︎ ︎ 💣︎✡︎ ︎✌︎✡︎📪︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ✡︎ ︎ ︎📪︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💧︎📪︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💣︎✌︎ ︎💧︎📪︎ ︎ ︎ ❄︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎✋︎❄︎✡︎✏︎ ✋︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ 👌︎ ︎ ︎✋︎👎︎ ︎ ︎ ✡︎ ︎ ︎ ✌︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✋︎😐︎ ︎ 👎︎✋︎💧︎ ︎ ︎💧︎❄︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎💧︎💧︎ ︎💧︎✏︎ ✋︎ ︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ 👌︎ ︎ 👎︎ ︎ ︎✋︎ ︎👎︎ ︎ ︎ 💣︎✡︎ ︎✌︎💣︎ ︎ ✋︎💧︎ ︎ ︎❄︎ ︎📬︎ 👎︎📬︎ ︎✌︎💧︎❄︎ ︎ ︎✏︎" (YOU INSIGNIFICANT WORM! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA OF THE SIGNIFICANCE THIS HUMAN HOLDS? A SOUL WITH MULTIPLE TRAITS CAN POSSESS UNTOLD POTENTIAL! IT COULD POSSIBLY HOLD THE KEY TO ESCAPING THIS HELL! AND SO LONG AS THERE'S EVEN A FRACTION OF A CHANCE IN THAT POSSIBILITY, I WILL DO ANYTHING AND EVERYTHING TO MAKE IT HAPPEN! NO ONE WILL STAND IN MY WAY, NOT YOU, THE OTHERS, THE HUMANS, OR THE ENTITY! I WILL BE RID OF YOU ALL LIKE DISGUSTING ILLNESSES! I WILL NOT BE DENIED OR MY NAME ISN'T W. D. GASTER!)
He has a proper name? I mean, it's dumb to think he didn't, but then why do the others just call themselves by the names the humans or the Entity gave them? Monsters make my brain hurt with the number of questions they stir up. But if that's the case, what are Legions' real names? It can't honestly be Bones, Chops, Boo, and Dead Eye...Can it?
Feeling his physical brutality was sufficient enough, the Gaster rubs his hands and charges up a large amount of electricity. Not sure they can actually kill each other but the power could be enough to incapacitate Chops for an unknown amount of time. However, Chops has the strength to throw his blade once more. The Doctor hardly moves to avoid the hit and is overwhelmed with smug superiority.
"✌︎ ︎✋︎❄︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ✌︎❄︎❄︎ ︎💣︎ ︎❄︎ 💣︎✌︎👎︎ ︎ 👌︎✡︎ ✌︎ ︎✋︎❄︎✋︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎📬︎" (A PITIFUL ATTEMPT MADE BY A PITIFUL FOOL.)
"*strained* heh...wasn't aimin' for you."
Gaster turns with alarm to see the true target of Chops' attack.
" ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✏︎" (NOOOOOOOOOOO!)
The blade impaled itself in my soul, a sly move aided by my silence. Gaster attempts to keep it from shattering but such damage is beyond even his skill. Needless to say, he's not happy about it.
" ︎ ︎✌︎❄︎ ︎✌︎✞︎ ︎ ✡︎ ︎ ︎ 👎︎ ︎ ︎ ︎✍︎✏︎" (WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!)
Chops picks himself up as I feel the cold embrace of death taking me.
"*grunt* remember, meat...ya owe me."
My eyes roll into the back of my head and everything goes black.
[AT THE SURVIVOR'S CAMPSITE]
Another cycle of feeding comes for the Entity, thus a new day. Five trials. Seventeen of the eighteen Survivors are called out for the hunt, some sent out twice. Five Monsters are sent out to sacrifice the human meat. The Entity being hungrier than usual typically does two or three trails per day. Something must be coming. Something it is storing extra soul energy for. The eve of Hallows is approaching. Soon...Very soon. The flowers will bloom once more. But not yet.
By what they guess to be night time comes around, the humans at camp are frazzled from the frantic trials and lack of prep time given. Most are glad it's over and they were only sent once. Others wish the lucky ones would go jump off a cliff. Tough one has been more annoyed than ever. One that's gathered information from the others that his lady wasn't sent to the trials. David King sits and stares into the campfire, doing something some of the others would doubt him able to do...think. Something doesn't feel right. His instincts tell him so. Why wasn't she back by now? She had to be held somewhere. It made sense. He didn't know a lot about her but he knew her well enough to know she wouldn't join the monsters willingly. She's a tough girl, not a killer. Maybe it was the Entity. Damn thing seems to toy with her more than the rest. Maybe it was trying to keep her as a monster to make her a permanent Killer. Well nuts to that! He ain't letting that happen. Granted, he can't run off to look for her without the chance of being attacked by one or more of the monsters. Not like he can't handle them. But there are the rare few that even he can not power his way through. Like that one that got him in the woods...Shape...that thing is like a tank. You can punch a tank but it's only going to hurt you more. Or the Huntress. He's never taken on a woman before in a real fight yet that freaky fish is solid muscle wielding hatches and an ax. Yeah...fuck that fish bitch and her stupid humming. Still, there had to be something he could do other than look into the foggy woods while pacing like a dog waiting for someone to come home. He just didn't know what that something was, much to the unease of the group.
Suddenly there's a shift of the wind. The fog appears to pool within the safety of the camp. They knew what this was, a human was dead and coming back. The dead always returning in fog while the living run back on their own, except the ones that escape in the hatch. Either way, David was quick to rush to the form emerging from the darkness. She was still for a few moments once her body reformed. But when she gasped to life, it was obvious that something happened again to shake her to the core. As much as wanted to do something, a part of him told him to give her a moment, and yet the other part of him wanted to...
"D-David?"
Why did his name sound good in her voice?
"Welcome back, Luv. Miss me?"
He never really had friends. Not real ones, anyway. He had an entourage. A group of sods enjoying the high life with his credit card. If you were to ask them if he was good with women, they'd laugh and tell you he's too much of a shithead to keep one for long. They'd be eating those words if they saw this. Him offering his hand to her like a gentleman and she sincerely smiling.
"Yeah...I did."
She takes his hand and he figures it's now or never to seal the deal before something else happens to take her away. He pulls her to her feet and away from camp...into the woods. Not that anyone seemed to stop this.
"David? What are you doing?"
"No worries, Luv. Trust me."
He leads her not too far from the camp. Just far enough to be hidden by the fog but close enough to make a quick retreat if something is wandering about.
"Dude, what is up? Because I'm not in a good mood for messed up shit right now."
So something did happen. Better go about this with the utmost caution, care, and respect. So what pray tell is the move he aims to use? Well he goes for the very sweet...Grab the face and smooch move. Because that never fails to sweep the ladies off their feet and let her know she's yours. This couldn't possibly bite him in the ass.
...She breaks the kiss and punches his shoulder rather hard, enough to make her knuckles pop.
"The fuck are you doing?!"
Is...Is she serious? Has she been blind to his past advances?
"Ya 'ave no idea 'ow much I've missed ya."
She gives him a funny look.
"David, my guy, gonna be real right now. I like you. You're a decent guy and I respect you. But I was just royally fucked up and I'd thank you kindly if you'd just not hit on me for the next couple minutes. Please?"
Damn it, how can he say no to her for being honest?
"Alright. I'll lay off for now."
She frowns slightly.
"Wanna...Hold me for a bit?"
Compromise? Accepted! He takes her into his arms and she snickers thinking him silly. Yet she nestles into him, enjoying the comfort.
"This good?"
"Yeah. This is nice. ...Did you really miss me that much?"
He strokes her hair.
"Is that 'ard to believe?"
"I wasn't gone that long."
"To me ya were."
"Heh...That was cheesy."
"It ain't easy bein' cheesy."
"*giggles* Oh my god..."
She gives his cheek a quick peck.
"You're such a dork."
She's being affectionate? Maybe she's become comfortable now. This deserves a test.
"Luv..."
"Hmmm?"
This time he goes for a less forceful approach. A gentle tilt of the head, a soft caress of the cheek, a slow lean in for the kiss, and say something as fancy as his name.
"I want ya."
Brilliant!
She exhales from her nose and slips out of his hold.
"Sorry. But I don't know you well enough or have the feelings to do what you want of me. Besides...I'm not here just for you or your needs."
Damn it! Why is this so hard?!
"Fine. Ya want to know me better? Ya know I come from money, right?"
"Yeah."
"Well, I was disowned."
"...Why?"
"I beat the shit out of my old man."
"The hell you did that for?"
"Because the bastard was goin' beat my mum."
Her expression looks like she was hit.
"It was one thin' when 'e'd go after me. But I'd be damned if that cocksucker touched 'er. I'll never understand why she stayed with 'im."
"David...I'm sorry."
"Don't be. It ain't worth feelin' bad about."
"But..."
He goes for a kiss and sticks the landing...on her forehead.
"It's sweet of ya to care, Luv. Really it is."
If at first you don't succeed, sway them using tragic personal information of a sympathetic nature.
"It's your turn. I told ya somethin' to better know me. Now ya tell me somethin' to better know ya."
Her face blanks.
"There's nothing to really know. I'm as basic and boring as you can get."
"Really? Ya can't think of just one thin' ya can trust me with? Ya know I'm not one to blather on to anybody but ya."
"There's not much to tell that I haven't already."
"Come on..."
"What do you want me to say?! How I was conceived to save a failing marriage? How in the seventh grade three boys tried to assault me and all the school gave me for compensation were museum tickets, which, I still have back home? That I've attempted to end myself multiple times? And as of recent, that I'm a pawn in a twisted game I can't figure out how to play. There! That good enough for you?"
The heck is she going off for?
"Oi! Don't get your nips in a twist."
"Then don't hound me!"
"Look, thin's ain't that bad once ya get used to them. the trials..."
"I wasn't talking about the trials!"
Her body began to tremble and she held her head in pain, eyes tearing up. Maybe now wasn't the best time to try moving things out of the friend-zone.
"Luv, I didn't mean to..."
"No...No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to explode like that. Not on you. *sigh* I don't want to take things out on you. It's just...I'm so messed up right now."
Doing something smart, he lets her go. Better luck next time. For now she needs space and for him to be her buddy.
"Anythin' I can do to make ya feel better?"
She steps around a bit, fidgeting with uncertainty.
"Want me to leave ya be?"
She stops.
"Could we...stay here a bit longer? Maybe tell dumb stories for the hell of it?"
That made him smile.
"Sure."
He sits down and pats the spot beside him. Her attitude does a 180°, practically jumping to his side and getting all close. Maybe she was making it up to him for snapping. Because when he took the chance of putting his arm around her waist she didn't tell him off or move it.
"Sorry again for being a bitch."
"You're fine, Luv. I don't blame ya. Couldn't 'ave been easy out there with them monsters."
She rests her head on his shoulder.
"Can we not get into that, please?"
"Sure thin', Luv. Just relax and let me take care of ya."
A soft coo-like sigh leaves her.
"Thanks, David."
"Anytime."
"Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Did you, I don't know, bring me out here to fool around or some junk?"
David has a choice here, he can either lie to play it cool or be honest...He picks the latter.
"Not gonna lie...Was hopin' to get some snoggin' action with ya."
She slaps his knee playfully.
"I so called it."
"Heh, am I that easy to read?"
"I'd say like a book but you're more of a comic strip, complete with pictures and action bubbles."
"But can ya blame me?"
"Nah. You've made it clear that you like me. Wanting more isn't something to feel bad about. Just let me deal with my crap and then I'll be okay with thinking about normal stuff...like macking on tough Brits."
A playful smirk comes to him. This is a different kind of fight, yet one he believes he can still win. She wants time? Time is all any of them have. He can afford to wait. You can bet on that. Always bet on King.
[ELSEWHERE IN THE FOG...Mount Ormond Resort]
Chops finally made it back to Mount Ormond Resort and relinquishes control of the body to Bones. This was more stressful than he was willing to deal with for a moment longer. So his ghostly ass makes its way for the second floor to unwind. Meanwhile the other three try to deal with what has happened.
"well that went about as well as expected."
{it is not like we did not get the things we wanted out of it.}
Dead Eye muses behind his leader much to Bones' disgust.
"are you referring to the doc treating her or that shit you got chops to do?"
Dead Eye's grin stretches wide.
{both.}
Bones groans.
"that's exactly the kind of shit that makes me not give you the body."
{you act as though i do not get results. she needed to be taught a lesson. pets need to know their place.}
Bones rubs his sockets as Dead Eye chuckles to himself, moving to another part of the room.
{denial does not suit you, bones. you were having just as much of a good time as we were.}
Bones slumps against his seat.
"*mumble* freaks..."
{um...bones?}
Boo fiddles with his hands timidly.
"what?"
{uh...so...did the doctor do anything we went there for?}
A good legitimate question.
"from what i could tell. he scraped a bunch of junk out of those scars. if they didn't refill when she died then she's probably got some more time than she did before. which is good for us."
{because she'll be cooperative in trials?}
"that and it gives us more time to train her..."
{i knew you were into it.}
Dead Eye mocks and Bones snarls.
"train her to use her power, you crazy bastard!"
Dead Eye laughs to himself. Bones goes back to ignoring he exists, thankful that Boo was so normal by comparison.
{are you sure we can do it?}
"ugh...we don't have much choice. if she corrupts completely before we get our rights than we look like idiots for trying. and then we'll never get respected by those assholes."
{when should we start?}
Bones pauses for thought.
"let's give it a go the feed cycle after next. meeting up again so soon after this shit won't be good for either of us."
{sounds good.}
"and you're teaching her."
This shocks Boo.
{w-what?}
"you know damn well why. if it helps, i'll switch with you if needed."
{okay...thanks.}
"don't thank me. we both know we can't trust those two to do it."
{i don't know. chops was doing okay till...yeah...nevermind.}
{you fear that which you do not understand...}
Dead Eye pops up behind Boo and the poor guy jumps across the room.
{fear is the path to acceptance. fear leads to anger, anger leads to hate, hate leads to denial, denial leads to bargaining, bargaining leads to depression, and depression leads to acceptance. so while you fear me now, i know that one day...you will be just like me!}
{no! i'll never be like you!}
{search your feelings; you know it to be true.}
{no!}
Bones cringes. He's surrounded by insane dorks.
{hey, fuck-face...}
Chops calls out from above.
"what, ass-clown?!"
{...why do ya think the quack was collecting that soul shit?}
To that Bones had no answer. Gaster is a crafty enigma. His twisted logic can lead to many paths, most of which are insane and convoluted. Though what he said is something to dwell on. Can her soul really be their ticket out of here? So many questions. So little answers.
I LIVE AGAIN! So...My head hasn't been well for a while. Kinda split into two annoying things. One end, my depression. Second end, dumb shit that spills out all over and slows down everything else. Case in point, I had this chapter all worked out when I last posted Underfell and both sides of my mind had this drag on for...god I don't want to know when I last posted...*looks* 2/29/2020?! The fuck?! 3 months?! Damn you brain and feelings!
On to the story info part of this...I wanted to establish how the 4 parts of Legion Sans are when it comes to how they'll eventually move on our girl Lynn. From worst to better, Dead Eye is a dominant controlling personality and has no issue taking what he wants from Lynn when he wants it how he wants it. Chops likes being in control, which is how Dead Eye was able to sway him into the knife play thing, but he's also rather intimate so while there's a harsh start things do soften the longer it goes. Bones is the most normal and can be in charge or chill with her flow, it all depends on his mood really. And Boo is submissive as hell, he will bend over backward for Lynn if she earns his favor and trust me it's so worth it.
Now for the part where I ask you all for help because my brain, as I've mentioned, is utter shit. So you know the current Killer/Monster roster?
Trapper = Underfell Papyrus
Wraith = Outertale RiverPerson
Hillbilly = Monofell Nicecream Guy
Nurse = Horrortale Toriel
Shape = Undertale Grillby
Hag = Swapfell Temmie
Doctor = HorrorFell Gaster
Huntress = Underfell Undyne
Cannibal = Deltarune Burgerpants
Nightmare = Underlust Napstablook
Pig = HorrorFell Alphys
Clown = Horrorlust Asgore
Spirit = Underfell Mad Mew Mew (Anime not real form)
Legion = Sans (tale,fell,swap,horror)
Plague = Apocalypse Muffet
Ghost Face = Deltarune Rouxls Kaard
Demogorgon = StrangerTales Flowey
Oni = Demitale Asriel Dreemurr
Well Deathslinger has been fucking over me for the last 3 months and it's come down to Deltarune's Spade King to take the slot. This was not easy. At one point I considered So Sorry and even Jerry for the role. But this isn't my problem now...A new trailer dropped today...The Killer is Pyramid Head from Silent Hill. I lost my shit seeing it! The survivor is Cheryl Mason (I believe that's the baby we get at the end of game 1 and play as in game 3...who was also the main character in the second movie). I fall before you, my amazing lovelies, WHO can we get to be our Executioner? Yes, that's what DbD is calling him even though that's a thing already in Silent Hill. The only rule, the monster MUST be a different character that isn't in the story. I'm trying not to use the same AUs a lot, so try to do so if you can, also if they have something in common with the killer then it helps. Sorry for the long wait and thank you for reading. ^_^
