"Excuse me, Justin?" David said, getting the 23 year old's attention.
"Yeah, David?" he answered, wondering what the nurse needed.
"Hey, the doctor would like to see you now."
Oh, great... Another sleazy doctor to torture me. God, I hope he's not like Beckman at least.
Justin was led to the office of his doctor for Blackwing Asylum. He was a man by the name of Dr. Rick Spengler.
"Excuse me, Rick?" David said, seeing the grey-haired doctor turned around.
"Yes?" the somewhat nasally voice replied.
"Hey, the new patient is in here. You said you wanted to speak to him?"
Rick turned around, revealing a rather wrinkly older man with thick, round glasses, long grey hair, and an outfit similar to Beckman's, only this one featured a blue bow-tie on his chest.
"Thanks, Mr. Joiner. You've been helpful." the wrinkly doctor said.
The nurse nodded, walking out of the doctor's office and closing the door behind him.
The wrinkly doctor then took a good look at Justin, seeming to be slightly more intimidating than Beckman.
"So, buddy? How's it going?" he said, trying to sound friendly.
"Uh..." the 23 year old replied, not knowing how to respond. What type of guy is he? Is he another psychological torturer?
"Let me guess. You're thinking: 'Why am I here? Why can't I go home and be with the love of my life? Why can't I run free, Dr. Spengler?' Right?'" Rick stated, seeming a bit heartless.
"No." Justin replied. "I'm thinking: Who the fuck are you and what do you want from me?"
The doctor glanced at him, thinking his smartass attitude was a bit inappropriate, but brave. Took a lot of courage to say that with no hesitation.
"Right. Well, young man, my name is Dr. Richard Spengler. I am a genetic scientist and part-time psychologist. Your friend Beckman told me about you. He thought I could help."
"Friend?" he said. "We're not exactly friends. The fucker double crossed me and sold me out. How do you know him?"
"Me and Howard play golf on our days off."
Typical old man shit. Figures.
"Still, he's not a good guy. No doubt he's having sex with Tiffany right now. Oh shit, Tiffany!"
He then began to think about his blonde girlfriend, still unaware of her fate after being sedated back in CC General.
"Don't worry, buddy. It's not what you think."
"Oh really? Alright, Spengler. Then what the fuck is going on right now?"
Rick gave him a stern look, realizing he was under a lot of pressure.
"Justin Dark, Joseph Krad, whoever I'm speaking to, I just wanted to let you guys know that your girlfriend Tiffany is perfectly fine. She's waiting for you to discharge in the coming weeks. Said she had a little surprise for you when you get out. Probably a reward of some sorts."
Tiff really said that? I wonder what the reward could be...
"Howard called me because he knows about the second personality implanted in the young man's brain. He knows what they did to you."
Oh, what the fuck?
"So, what's your treatment plan, huh?" Justin said, sounding a bit off yet again.
"Treatment plan? Pfft, please! I have a much more effective strategy in mind to help solve this little issue. Treatment plans are overrated."
JD tilted his head, not knowing what this wacky-ass doctor had in mind.
"What strategy?" he asked, now anxious as to what was in store for him.
"You'll see, buddy. Right now, we're just gonna do a simple assessment."
Ugh, aka a waste of time!
"Fine, I'm an open book. If there's one thing you need to know about me: It's that I'm better at answering questions as opposed to asking them."
"Heh, yeah. And if there's one thing you need to know about me: It's that I can't stand quitters. Consider it a friendly introduction, if you will."
God, this guy's freaking creepy. What does he mean by 'quitter'?
"First question: How long were you in Gree- I mean, the place you have PTSD from?"
He realized to refrain from saying that word. Smart man, I think?
"September of three years ago until May of last year, roughly a year and three to four months."
The wrinkly doctor wrote that down, most likely taking notes.
"Next question: On a scale of 1 to 10, how traumatized are-"
"TEN!" Justin shouted, being blunt about the severity of his trauma.
"Okay..." Spengler said, writing it down.
"Last question: What was your mindset the other day when attacking Howard like that?"
"My mindset?" he asked, not having a clear answer to this question.
"Yeah. What were you thinking? What did you think you were going to accomplish?"
He blankly stared at him, not feeling comfortable answering this question.
"Let me rephrase this: Who was in more control, you or Joseph?"
"Me." the gruff voice said.
"Joseph? Is that you?"
"Yeah, it's me. I wanted to fucking kill that fat fuck Beckman for everything he's done in the last few months. Ever since Tiffany started to work for him, it's been Hell."
"Listen, Joseph: I know you were trained to murder people during the 1950's, but attempting homicide while sharing Justin's body isn't exactly cash-money of you. You even altered his appearance, didn't you?"
Dang, he's kind of weird saying that.
"Yeah, well sedating a mentally unstable individual like him, like ME, isn't very cash-money either."
Spengler looked at him dead in the eyes, seeing the blackened pupils of the man who was in more control of Justin.
"I know after he hit his head, you gained more control. I know you had a rough childhood, but you can't ruin another man's life."
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't fucking strangle you to death right now?" the angry gruff voice said.
"First of all: You can't. We had given you a special serum that'll keep you from attacking me and any other staff in this hospital. And second: I'm going to help set you free."
"Set me free?" he said.
"Yes, pal. I know you had a rough childhood. It says it right here in your documents: Joseph Krad, age 25. Lives in Landon, Commotion City. Patient has history of emotional abuse from a parent and biological uncle. Has developed homicidal tendencies. Was placed into the MKUltra program on behalf of Perkoff Inc. in 1955. Will be treated with shock therapy and visual re-engineering."
He blinked, not aware that his old files were still in the system after seventy years.
"How did you-?"
"Relax, pal. I know who you are and I want to help. Justin doesn't deserve a man like you living in his head all because of some pathetic, inhumane science experiments. I want to help you, okay?"
J shook his head, still not trusting yet another sleazy doctor, who was even more demented than Dr. Beckman ever was.
"Help me? You just wanna save your own fucking neck!"
"Oh believe me, I have saved my neck. Broke it a few years back. Can't turn it all the way now." the doctor said, trying to look a certain direction. The sounds of his bone cracking were heard, giving him shivers.
"Ugh..." he said, feeling uncomfortable hearing that sound.
"It's fine, just a little crampy. Anyway, JUSTIN, I look forward to chatting with you again. If you need to write a letter to someone, ask David to get a pen and paper, okay? But make sure to return the pen, as that's a safety issue, you know?"
JD shook his head, going back to his usual, awkward self.
"Y-Yeah. I'll do that." he said, getting up from the chair and heading back out to the day room.
"Hey, Justin?" Dr. Spengler said.
"Y-Yeah?" he said, turning around.
He smirked at him. "Don't be a quitter."
Justin nodded in a nervous way. When did the nut take over the nuthouse?
He left the office after a rather odd conversation with his new doctor. For some reason, both Beckman and Spengler gave him uncomfortable vibes. But it still raised the question as to what their fascination with Greenseed and MKUltra was all about.
"Like, are you good?" Lillian asked, approaching him. She saw that he looked spooked after talking with the doctor.
"Y-Yeah. Sure." he replied, trying not to get emotional around the seemingly spoiled goth girl.
"Like, okay. But hey, watch yourself around him. I heard he chopped someone's finger off like ten years ago."
He gulped, believing her tall tale, though it might have just been true with how wacky Rick was acting.
He went to bed later that night, realizing that he was going to be here for a little while. At least Sarah, Zoey, and Lillian were here with him. Still, the chances of them crossing paths in this regard was unbelievable. I wonder what Venus is thinking about all of this?