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Dr. Smiles

It was underneath a building, a back alley entrance and down several flights of stairs so it was underground and hidden, you wouldn’t find it unless you were looking for it. Bronco made his way down and pushed open a thick metal door into a brightly lit room. Another nasty place. But in a different way than the complex- it was sterile as hell. Smelled like bleach, medicine, and god knows what kind of chemicals and drugs. Maksed the smell of blood.

And right there in the center of the room was the human incarnate of medical malpractice. He’d gone to medical school, never finished, dropped out. But it was less of a choice to leave and more the result of a condition he got himself into. Got involved with some nasty people, did some awful shit for money and to save his own ass, then got burned for it by the people he did that shit for.

Figuratively and literally.

They threw him under the bus and he got acid dumped on his face.

Half of him was still handsome, the other half was damn near melted off. He lived, somehow, despite his insides getting burned some, and scurried off to Roanapur to live amongst even more batshit, nasty people who live for crime and don’t know anything but. But it got him away from his previous problems so hey fuck it, a win is a win even if it sucks.

That's not to say he wasn’t a good medical practitioner, though. Fucker was a genius, really. He could patch you up, put you back together so you’d be all fixed and ready to go after. Pat you on the head and give you a lollipop on your way out. He was a good- no- the bastard was great; an absolutely incredible doctor. If you were sick or injured you could come to him anytime and he’d help out.

For a decent fee, too. He wasn’t expensive, all things considered. He’d even help a person out for less than a dollar if that’s all they had. Sometimes he didn't even take their money, just do him a favor when the time comes, or if you’re a normal person stuck on this goddamn hell hole of an island bring him a gift and he’ll waive fees.

Lots of kids and ladies around here brought him home cooked meals, mended clothes or gave him clothes they’d made; and that was how they paid him to keep them in relatively good health.

But, all that didn’t make him a good guy by any means.

As often as he did house calls and stitched up a poor street kid for free; he did absolutely heinous shit at the same rate. Make his pockets heavy enough he’d get absolutely evil. Bring him a dead body you want gone; he’ll get rid of it- in little pieces in trash cans or dissolved in chemicals and acids. Bring him some poor live bastard you want gone, he’ll cut 'em up and get rid of them in the same way. He’ll even cut someone up alive if you want him to. Hell, he’ll even film the whole thing for you for a bit of extra cash. He’ll torture, humiliate, vivisect, dissect, and take a person apart on or off camera; and he’ll have fun doing it.

He liked it. The doctor liked doing that to people, he practically got off on it.

Bronco cleared his throat awkwardly to get the man’s attention. He was here to make sure that the bodies (that Hans so helpfully created) had been dropped off by the hired collector and about to be… cleaned up.

The doctor finally acknowledged Bronco’s presence, turning to face him and tilting his head. Bronco was glad he was wearing that face mask; bright yellow with a cartoon smile on it, covering his actual mouth. Which was totally fine, he hated Dr. Smiles’ real smile, he hated it more than Hans’. It was as cold and sharp as the scalpels he used to cut people open. Speaking of, there was a stainless steel table slightly behind him on the left with a tray on it. Full of syringes and knives and forceps. And some awful looking scissors and a sparkling plier. Made him uncomfortable knowing that those were used on people. Live people. Big bone saws, cleavers and a fucking chainsaw were used on the dead people. Take them apart and get rid of them. “Clean” shit up.

The freak just kept them in his office, where he… greeted… people. Showing off some of the stuff he used to make others writhe in agony before sending them straight to their maker. And it was kept next to a bowl of fucking candy.

God, this guy was weird. Bronco almost hated him.

“Oh, hello, Bronco. How are you?”

His warbled, gravelly voice was totally flat, no inflection at all. A statement that would’ve sounded cheery and welcoming from literally anyone else felt dull and void from this guy. Bronco tried not to stare at the permanently half closed, milky eye on the right side of the man’s face, or the still raw looking flesh that splayed across his forehead, nose bridge, and the bit of visible cheek.

“Fine, saw Hans yesterday. So I could be better. But I’m alive so I could also be worse.”

“How unfortunate.”

Bronco wasn’t sure if Smiles meant it was unfortunate that he saw Hans Faust, or if it was unfortunate that he was still alive. It could swing either way.

“Yeah, right. Anyways. I-”

“Need to check on the gentlemen that got dropped off to me earlier.”

“...Correct.”

Smiles hummed in affirmation, and waved for Bronco to follow him. God, he didn’t want to. But he did anyway, trailing slightly behind the shorter man as he pushed open a set of stainless steel double doors into a hallway. The hallway was significantly less clean than the Dr.’s front office. Dark and dingy, with flickering overhead lights. The walls, floor, and ceilings were concrete; and said concrete was stained with god knows what sorts of bodily fluids. Bronco hated imagining people getting dragged down this hall from the front to the operating room where they’d get cut open and divided into pieces. Put on copious amounts of drugs to keep them conscious but paralyzed, unable to fight but still aware of everything happening to them. It was more of a lab than an operating room, and the guy who ran it treated humans like lab rats if someone paid him well enough to do so.

Bronco tried not to stare too hard at the stains. When people got dragged through they left marks, but the good Dr. always cleaned his front room, but never this hallway. Added to the fear factor. Smiles liked that.

Fuckin’ freak.

Goddamn sadist.

At the end of the hallway was another set of doors, Smiles pushed one of them open, stepping to the side to let Bronco walk in first. Bronco hated that. He didn’t want this creep behind him.

Yeah, Jesus help them all, Smiles had for sure gotten the bodies. They were laying on two tables in the center of the room. Eyes wide open and directed at the ceiling, but not seeing a damn thing. He’d started his work on one of ‘em, split the man’s abdomen open and had taken a whole bunch of stuff out of it. Organs and some of his ribs were missing; making the chest look partially deflated.

“Easier to cut them up like this, less stuff in the way, less splatter. If you take out the insides in the big parts. You can just hack off limbs.”

He suppressed a shudder at the memory of Smiles saying that to him once, prompted by the horrified look on Bronco’s face. That was the first time he’d had to meet the guy in his domain. He could feel the other man staring at him, observing, waiting.

“I’ll be done soon. They’ll be all clean and ready for disposal sometime tomorrow morning.”

“Right.”

“I’ll dump them myself. No need for a collector.”

“That’s great, when did you start doing that?”

“When I decided I wanted more time to rifle through them and take things I liked.”

“They were already stripped of their valuables and belongings, though?” His voice lilted at the end, turning what should have been a statement into a question.

Dr. Smiles shifted his eyes from Bronco to the naked bodies laid out on his operating tables and shrugged, a little, wheezing like huff escaped him and Bronco recognized it as a small laugh.

“That’s not what I mean. I don’t care about that. I want souvenirs.”

Bronco had had a hunch that that’s what he meant, but he’d wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. But he shouldn’t have bothered, he should’ve known. Dr. Smiles meant pieces of the bodies.

“...Right.”

“Your current owners have already put down their deposit, but I want my pocket completely filled by tomorrow afternoon.”

Owners? Fucking prick.

“Make sure that happens, Bronco. Or I’ll get a mediator of my own.”

Bronco couldn’t suppress his shudder this time; he shuddered at the threat and his name coming out of the Dr.’s mouth.

“Oh. No, don’t fret too much. If they don’t give me my due it won’t be your fault, I know that.” He reached out and placed a hand on Bronco’s shoulder. The blue latex glove felt like a brand on his skin, burning through his shirt all the way down to the bone. He wanted these scary motherfuckers to stop touching him, always grabbing at his arms and shoulders.

“Don’t t-”

“I won’t send the undertaker to your address, I promise.”

He took his hand off his shoulder and lifted it instead towards his face, God, don’t do it. Bronco didn’t want him to do what he was about to do. But he did it anyway; Smiles grabbed the edge of his mask and pulled it down, revealing his entire face and that awful smile.

“Just to the people that hired you. I can’t guarantee you won’t be there with them when I do, though. Ah, I mean, if I do.” The smile stretched to the point that it looked as though it’d tear the scars around it, rip open his lips even more than they already were, until more bones than just his teeth were exposed.

Bronco turned away from him and started heading to the door, he’d noted the threat and would remember it for the rest of his fucking life. So why even bother responding to it?

“You can always stay and watch, Bronco.”

There was a purr to his voice, absolutely awful. Like it was an enticing and seductive offer.

“Absolutely fucking not, Dr. I’ll be damned if I stick around to watch you cut up those poor bastards and get off doin’ it.”

An awful laugh followed him out the door, “Feel free to take candy on your way out, any one you want, though I don’t like the grape flavored ones much so I’d appreciate it if you took a few of those.”

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