Here is chapter 2 of the 2023 update, please feel free to leave a review I really appreciate all feedback. Especially with the re-written and updated chapters. I am going to try to get this whole story updated before I write new chapters.
The cure is screaming
one helluva healing
Cut out the cancers
Corrupting your soul
Barely breathing
Recovery by bleeding
But the rot will go
Dr Sin is in
"Oh, the doctor is in" The words came as no more than a slight whisper in his head, making his antenna twitch slightly in confusion. Once again he found himself staring into brilliant glittering azure that seemed to swirl and move as he watched it transfixed. It wasn't until the azure disappeared for a moment under a row of wonderful, thick lashes that he realised just what he was looking at. It was not the infamous liquid from years ago but instead, he was staring at beauty personified in liquid iris. They belonged to a goddess, a perfect silver-haired being of breathtaking beauty. This beauty was made even more painfully apparent by the fact that she surrounded herself with monstrous creatures. Not only was her beauty astounding but her kindness was unrivalled by anything else he had seen in his long and rather peculiar life... Well almost. The man's own insanity and anarchic streak were almost as fierce and strong as the ethereal deity in front of him, almost but not quite.
"Is the doctor in?" the voice said again this time becoming clearer this time, cutting through the muddled haze of his thoughts. He could detect a tone of annoyance in the voice and the living ocean of blue before him, shifted. Filling with a look of concern that troubled him deeply. This was enough to snap him out of his trance a little
"Hum" he murmured practically purring as he felt warm, tender fingers brush his antenna fully breaking his Stupor.
"Yes my dear" he managed to say though it was a small miracle he was able to speak at all. There was just something in the way she looked at him that made audible speech almost impossible, anything he said came out as gibberish. Considering he was a man so brilliant that in comparison Albert Einstein seemed like an ape brandishing a pointed stick. So, rendering the man tongue-tied was some feat.
"Are you ok Dr Cockroach? You haven't been sleeping again have you?" Susan asked voice filled with concern for her mad friend. No, not mad she thought to herself, he was too brilliant to be called mad but eccentric certainly. The obscure bug man held quite a reasonable chunk of Susan's massive heart all to himself as he was constantly trying to find ways to help her. After all, it wasn't exactly easy being over fifty feet tall, having everyone you ever cared about cower and hide, as if you were some kind of... well as if she were a monster. She didn't feel as if she was a monster though, sure she was strong, powerful and determined as hell but she didn't feel particularly monstrous. She still felt like Susan despite the Quantonium flowing through her veins, her white hair and her new name 'Ginormica'. She felt more like herself, her real self when she was among her friends. Not because they themselves were monsters, but because they didn't treat her any differently. They accepted her and loved her for who she really was faults and all. She had tried desperately to hide her faults when she had been with Derrick as he had been so obsessed with projecting a certain image as some sort of power couple. He couldn't have a girlfriend or a wife that was anything less than perfect. So, she had tried to mask quite how imperfect and broken she was behind a ray of sunshine. Yet, she didn't feel the need to do that here. Especially in the presence of Dr Cockroach. There was something about the doctor that made her feel safe no matter what; she supposed it was because he understood her better than anyone. Sure B.O.B and Link understood what it was like to be labelled as a monster but they had only experienced life as that, being a monster. Only her dear Dr Roach knew what it was really like. To be a normal-ish human one minute and the next your life is turned upside-down and people are calling you a monster. This was why she became so distressed seeing her dearest and most trusted friend abusing himself in the name of science.
"No my dear i haven't, it seems that sleep has once again alluded this crazy old cockroach" The good doctor said with a weak and somewhat tired smile as he rubbed his now rather red-looking eyes. They were normally a beautiful shade of gold that bordered on burnt Ochre that sparkled mischievously whenever he got one of his brilliant ideas. Tonight however his eyes were a dull shade of amber, the surrounding white littered with petechial bleeding. Showing that he had spent more than a few nights working tirelessly on his new project.
"I know what you are going to say my dearest, but I am so close to a breakthrough I can taste it. Would Charles Darwin have given up on his theory of evolution just because he had suffered a few nights of insomnia?" He asked urgently.
"Would Max Planck have given up on his work with thermodynamics just because he had skipped a meal or two?" He asked eyes sparkling with delight as he rattled on about some of his heroes in rhetorical questions which were quite typical to him. Yes, he was hungry and yes he was most certainly tired but he refused to let something like biology interfere with another one of his breakthroughs.
"I know but you can't keep pushing yourself like this. You're not eating, you're not sleeping you just keep working on that thing" Susan said pointing at the numerous bottles of strange chemicals and pieces of plant matter spread out on the table before them.
"What is it that you're making, exactly Doc?" Susan asked eyes widening as she tried to read the tiny chicken scratch handwriting on each bottle. She failed miserably. Even if she had been 'normal size' she still wouldn't have been able to read the labels, his handwriting, like most other doctors was almost illegible. It might as well be written in some foreign script or hieroglyphs as it was just as illegible intangible. All she could make out were vague squiggles on the label that gave not even a single hint at what was inside the jars.
"Now that would be telling," he said a devilish smirk curling just below his moustache. "Besides my dear, I don't want to ruin the surprise when it works. A good scientist always has a flair for showmanship and I must say you are in for a treat" He tried to suppress the evil laugh rising in his throat as he knew it unnerved Susan somewhat. Yet, he couldn't stop his antenna from dancing gleefully instead and the devilish grin stretched to Cheshire cat proportions.
There was no doubt in his mind that his experiment would work, he was an evil genius after all.
"I will sleep as soon as this is finished. I give you my word" he all but purred, fixing her with the same devilish smile that could set any girl's heart a flutter. Any girl that is except for Susan, who seemed to be immune to his wit, his smooth voice and his charming ways. It was apparent that the rest of the world wasn't immune to said charms as the good doctor seemed to have quite a cult following. Mainly consisting of giggling teenage girls. But, what on earth they would see in a mad cockroach that was at least 70 years older than them he hadn't got a clue. It was just infuriating that he could quite easily charm the pants off any of his fan girls and yet he couldn't even successfully flirt with the object of his desire without making a fool out of himself.
"That woman will be the death of me" he sighed to himself before addressing 'that' woman.
"But for now why don't you take your own advice and sleep? I have everything I need here so your assistance isn't required. I will come and get you the moment my experiment is a success though." He said with another just as devilish smile. He failed to mention the fact that she was a distraction to him at the best of times let alone tonight. She had come out to his lab wearing nothing more than a thin, white nightgown made of silk that hugged her body, accentuating every detail perfectly. The dress had a soft V-neckline that showed more than a little of her ample cleavage. The hem of the dress sat just an inch or two shy of her knee, showing just how impossibly long her legs really were. The view of her tonight was mouth-watering and the doctor began to feel more than slightly aroused and distracted by so much exposed skin on the goddess. It was maddening that they could make a nightgown for a 50-foot woman but couldn't make it modest. He swore that Monger gave her these types of clothes just to infuriate him. He could swear she wore them just to tease him, but he put that down to good old-fashioned paranoia. Susan was pure and innocent she would never do such things no matter how much he secretly hoped she would. It was her Sweetness and purity that was the most maddening of all. He liked it all too much, it was part of what made her irresistible to him.
Half of him wanted to protect Susan and preserve all her sweetness and light but the other half of him wanted to do the exact opposite. In fact, he quite often indulged in wicked thoughts of stealing Susan's innocence, tainting her with a type of twisted darkness to match his own. Oh if only she would give in to the darkness he knew was hiding inside her just waiting to be let out to play. Just the thought of how much fun they could have together made a pleasant shiver run up the back of his shell.
"Alright, then can I at least get you a cup of coffee or some warm garbage or something?" Susan asked unsuccessfully trying to suppress a yawn. She could really go for a cup of coffee herself and would hope the Doc would take her up on the offer as it would give her something to do. Recently she had been experiencing acute insomnia almost as much as The Doctor. Hers however wasn't caused by an obsession but rather by nightmares. They all seemed to follow the same pattern, first, she was captured and then her powers were slowly stripped away followed shortly by everything else. Her massive stature, her strength, her clothes and then as if to add insult to injury she was stripped bare and beaten mercilessly. In the end, it left her, naked, scared and totally, utterly human, broken in all senses of the word. Sometimes the dream started out in Galaxar's laser cage and it was him dealing out the humiliating beating, the rest of the time however it was some unknown assailant. That was the worst, not knowing where the blows were coming from, not knowing who was ogling her naked, bruised skin. At least with Galaxar, she knew how to get under his skin, she had already formulated a plan to defeat him if he came back, but how can you fight the unknown? The simple answer is that you can't and that is what terrified her the most. Because of that she often woke up screaming in the middle of the night expecting to see eyes watching her in the darkness. There never was anyone watching her, well anyone she could see any way but the hairs on the back of her neck still prickled uncomfortably nonetheless.
"If I say yes will you leave me to my work rather than trying to lure me away with the promise of caffeine and sweet treats like the infuriating temptress you are?" Doctor Cockroach said with a weary smile. He would have much preferred a nice cup of tea but he was too tired to argue with her. Anyway, if she was getting coffee then she wasn't asking him questions or distracting her with the outrageous outfit she chose to wear to bed. "The death of me" he repeated to himself as his eyes once again scanned her ethereal form before almost violently forcing themselves back to the chemicals he was working with.
"Me a temptress?" Susan said with a chuckle as if the entire notion was obscure beyond belief.
"How on earth am I a temptress?" she asked quizzically fixing the doc with a question and a look that made him wish he could crawl and hide inside his shell like a cartoon turtle.
"Well, my dear have you actually looked at what you are wearing this fine evening? Not that I'm complaining. The view from here is rather extraordinary but your night attire doesn't leave much to the imagination now does it?" He asked with a wicked smile getting ready to flatten him to the ground at any moment to scuttle away from harm's way if needed. She couldn't crush him, nothing could but it was still rather painful when something tried and he didn't particularly want to be trying to coax the kinks out of his body for the next hour when there was work to be done.
"Well, I..." She hadn't actually thought much about what she was wearing, she knew she was wearing a nightgown and she was comfortable enough around Doc that she hadn't felt self-conscious until now. She looked down at herself only to realise that he had a point. Not only was the material rather clingy but this particular nightgown was more suited for 'bedroom activities' than actual sleeping. The fine, white silk had a slight translucent quality to it meaning that her curves had been in plain view this whole time. How had she not noticed this before and why had he let her walk around in it for half the night without saying a word?
"No I..." she broke off not really knowing what to say, suddenly feeling rather exposed.
"Why didn't you tell me before?" She demanded angrily crossing her arms in front of her chest, suddenly feeling rather exposed that the shape of her breasts were so visible through the silky fabric.
If looks could kill then the one Susan was giving him right now would be lethal. Yet, he shook it off and simply grinned. He felt somewhat mischievous tonight, perhaps it was the fact that he was so close to a breakthrough or perhaps it was just Susan's presence in the skimpy nightgown but the need to cause at least a little bit of mayhem was overwhelming.
"It's quite simple my dear, you look like a goddess in that little dress and I couldn't keep my eyes off you," He said licking his lips before continuing. "Or perhaps that was all part of your plan to lure me away from my experiments. By attempting to seduce me with that gorgeous body of yours," he purred darkly fixing her with a look of pure lust.
Susan spluttered unable to process quite what she was hearing and the colour rushed to her cheeks as she blushed violently.
"I'm not trying to seduce you, you pervert" she shouted as she attempted to capture the rotten bug man in front of her. He quickly dodged her fist and scuttled away climbing up the wall so he was out of her immediate reach. "You look beautiful when you blush my dearest, perhaps I should give you that reaction more often" he called as he quite clearly ogled her from his place high up on the wall. Susan swiped at him but seeing that he was almost at ceiling level she took to cussing at him instead. The doctor simply cackled as Susan stormed off back into her room, the need for coffee forgotten in her anger.
After a few minutes, the doctor climbed back down from the wall, straightening his lab coat as he went. He chuckled to himself as he returned to his desk. "What's the point in having a girl monster if you couldn't have fun with them once in a while?" He thought to himself as Link's voice sounded from behind him.
"What the hell was all that about, is Susan PMSing already?" he asked scratching his scaly tail in confusion.
"Heaven knows link why don't you go ask her?" Dr Roach said with a sly smile knowing that it would take Susan a fair few hours to calm down. By that time he would have finished his work and have the end product finished. Perhaps his little diversion tactic had been a little unorthodox but it had worked and had been a whole lot of fun to boot. A small part of him felt a little bit guilty about upsetting her like that. Perhaps he could have broached the subject more gently but for now, he just hoped that the end result of his experiment would make it up to her.