#appendix d ( drabbles )

[jaeyleo]

quick drabble of pseudo and nikolaus, (formerly known as henrik b4 i made them ocs).

cws: vivisection, medical trauma, torture, non-human whumper, doctor whumpee, medical whump, lmk if i should add more

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Completely, and utterly exposed.

Nikolaus stares up at the ceiling, watching a mirror hung there so he can see his own insides looking back at him. His skin is cut and held open by clamps, all to show the digestive organs that lay inside his abdomen. The sac that once held and kept them safe from the outside world has been snipped away, and the exposed organs lay victim to the scalpel held by a monster wearing nitrile gloves and curious eyes.

"Tell me what this is," Pseudo snaps him out of his daze by poking a bit of small intestines, just after where the stomach ends. The probe is cold and shining with blood.

Nikolaus shakes like he's on the verge of hypothermia, though he sweats like heatstroke. His pupils are pinpricks inside his eyes, and it takes everything in him not to look away from the mirror. Pseudo said he'd dissect his eyes if he did. The more this goes on, the more appealing that threat becomes.

"Come now," Pseudo pokes at it again. "Tell me what it is or I'm gonna cut it out."

He takes the probe and lifts that small section of intestine, stretching the organs attached along with it. Niko couldn't hold back his sobs even if he wanted to.

"D- d- hh-"

"Spit it out."

Nikolaus screams through his teeth as Pseudo picks up the scalpel again. He doesn't break eye contact with his victim.

The doctor shakes violently as the scalpel touches the organ. An involuntary, broken sound comes crawling up his throat before he shouts the name of the segment of intestine. "Duodenum!"

Pseudo nods, poking the section with his probe, and setting the scalpel aside. "How specific..."

Tears come tracing the doctor's face, running down his temples and past his ears. Pseudo finds his appendix.

"This one?"

Niko is breathless. "A-- ap- appendix."

The monster hums, scalpel finding his hand again.

"You don't really need this one, do you?"

[dinah-stmaur]

failed attempts

attempt #1

The storm rages over us, on and on it goes Ravaging here and there, all land and sea Yet no matter the destruction there are no greater foes Than having that mustached man for tea

attempt #2

I wait for you on a rare sunny day of Winter. & I wait for you on a cold day of Spring. I wait for you as the storm approaches. I wait as it rages on the sea, I wait as it ravages the land. I wait for you in the crowd of the bazaar. I wait for you in the solitude of a quiet corner. I wait for you as I gaze upon the torn houses, the shredded crops, and the broken ships. & I wait for you just as they do, waiting for relief that never comes.