#autopsy simulator

[im-adrienne]

Autopsy Simulator - Autopsy Only Mode

A couple of days ago I played the Autopsy Simulator "Autopsy Only" mode which is still in development. I decided not to stream it because it is extremely buggy and doesn't work that great (yet...maybe).

All I can say is that it doesn't have the same spirit as the main game. It's missing something. It doesn't have that edge that the main story has. You work as an assistant medical examiner and it feels empty without the main examiner overseeing or helping you train. It has no challenge or learning aspect to it so you're just there like, "what the fuck is going on?" There's no driving force to do it is what is comes down to.

Also, if you haven't played the full story mode then you will be absolutely lost in the Autopsy Only mode. Currently, there isn't a tutorial and again, there isn't a character there to oversee your progress and push you to do better (like in actual practical training in any scientific field). It doesn't have to be the main character of the story mode as the main trainer. It can be someone else who has taken his place. I just think that it's currently not in a good playable state.

Will I try the full version when it is released? Of course. I paid for the game and when there is a worthwhile update I will be back. Until then, I won't touch the game not even for the beta.

[helgatisha]

[ayeforscotland]

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[gebo4482]

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[elgremiomaestro]

Autopsy Simulator

Autopsy Simulator es un híbrido de simulación y terror en primera persona en el que los jugadores asumen el papel de un patólogo y estudian archivos de casos, creados en colaboración con médicos forenses del mundo real, para ayudar a guiar su disección de cuerpos anatómicamente precisos para determinar la causa de muerte de cada sujeto.

[spectreofthevalley]

okay so spoilers for autopsy simulator (2024), though i doubt anyone cares. and if you do wanna play, i'd say play for the gameplay and not the story so yknow. also warning i yap for several paragraphs

the gameplay is (unsurprisingly) the highlight. apparently, the devs directly got real doctors' insight, and it shows, especially when combined with the very realistically textured bodies. there's little ig i would call them minigames? for each thing (like cutting organs you have to move your cursor w/o bumping into the walls of the outline). honestly it kind of reminds me of like. girlsgogames LMAO

though, sometimes what you're supposed to do isn't very clear. and unlike most games where if you take a while your character will say some dialogue to tell you what do you, you're just supposed to. figure it out yourself.

i saw ppl on backloggd say it was buggy but i never encountered any – just finicky mechanics. for like 10 minutes i was stuck on draining a body of blood because i couldn't find the minuscule amount left, and there were a few times the camera was very awkward to use.

the story (until the last like hour) is fairly interesting. the VA for your character was fr putting his work in and i'd say his reactions to things is somewhat realistic. like bro hallucinates a demon and he's just like "what the FUCK is happening" lmao

i feel like the two main things that really fucked this whole game up was the "horror" and the ending. for a supposed horror game, it wasn't really scary at all. in a five-hour experience, i got about four genuine scares (not including vague atmospheric things that are meant to unnerve you). this game advertises itself as a combination simulator and horror game, but there's no sandbox mode and barely any horror.

the ending...... oh god the ending. basically the whole game your character is grieving his dead wife. at the end of the game, you find out you were the one that killed her (technically an accident) and just lied about it to save your career. her brother in law, who has also been helping you the whole game, kidnaps you and goes on this whole villain monologue spiel. he (a southern cop btw) shoots the black guy (not earning yourself points here game) and then it just. ends?

zero conclusion. we have no idea what happens to our character, if the cop gets yknow. arrested for all those people he brutally killed. there is literally no resolution at all, it just goes straight to credits.

and here's the thing; what an awful twist. first off, the "omg WE killed our wife" thing is so overplayed. same with the culprit being our brother-in-law all along. especially because. why? the main character is literally at rock bottom. he works at this shitty coroners office, he lives in a shitty apartment, and he's in an awful mental state over his wife's death, constantly taking pills.

it'd be one thing if lying about killing his wife had actually advanced his career and he was now rich or smth. but no he's literally already having an awful time. what is the point of torturing him 😭 if you're that mad about him killing your sister, just kill him straight up.

but the thing that really gets me is that earlier in the game, a criminal called "red pete" allegedly escapes police custody.

...who the fuck is that guy?????

because at first it seems like he killed our wife. the main character is sent into a panic when he finds out he escaped, and the brother in law seems similarly panicked. but if we actually were the one that killed our wife, then who the hell is red pete? why do we care that he escaped?

the #1 thing about a plot twist is that it should yknow. make sense. i honestly think it would've been way better if they just played it straight and the story was about us being tormented by our wife's killer and hallucinations.

unlike mortuary assistant which i may come back to since you can embalm as many bodies as you want (plus it was actually scary), i will literally never play this again. 2 & a half stars out of five.

EDIT: im looking through my clips and apparently red pete is some guy we caught. but my point still somewhat stands because he's still a poorly written "red herring" and it would've been better if he was just the actual antagonist.

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[ulvespill]

Har du det som skal til for å bli Obduksjonstekniker?

Ny trailer og lanseringsvindu annonsert Woodland Games og Team17 Digital har kunngjort at den medisinske skrekk-simulatoren Autopsy Simulator vil komme til PC i løpet av 2024. Opprinnelig annonsert i 2022, vil denne førstepersons skrekkopplevelsen gi spillere kontroll over en rettsmedisinsk lege som kjemper mot sine indre demoner mens de utfører obduksjoner på 1990-tallet. Lanseringsdato kommer…

[femme-gremlin-energy]

I'm stealing your list

As Above, So Below

The Ritual ✅

The Witch ✅

The Autopsy of Jane Doe ☑️

Annhilation (does this count? It does to me)

Cabin in the Woods ✅

The Village (also not sure if this one is technically horror but I love it) ✅

The Others

All the Cloverfield movies

Sea Fever ⏭️

We Need To Do Something

The Endless

✅= watched ☑️= just finished ⏭️ = next up

My favorite horror movies are:

As Above, So Below

The Ritual

The Witch

The Autopsy of Jane Doe

Annhilation (does this count? It does to me)

Cabin in the Woods

The Village (also not sure if this one is technically horror but I love it)

The Others

All the Cloverfield movies

Sea Fever

We Need To Do Something

The Endless

[justcruisingaroundrevived]

How would the Eltingville boys react if their crush was really into psychology and criminology? Like they had an interest with the justice and legal system in America aswell as study intensively on criminal behavior and wanted to pursue a career of being a Lawyer as an Adult. Would it spook them? Pipe their interest?

Lawyers in Love

Summary: TEC x reader who’s interested in becoming a lawyer

TW/CW: Mentions of autopsies and crime scenes

A/N: This was such a fun request to do, anon! I hope you enjoy it!

Reblogs are appreciated

* Bill would honestly be terrified of an S/O like this.

* He has shoplifted, assaulted people, bit them, broke an item he didn’t pay for. You name it, he probably has done it

* That doesn’t mean he’s not into what you do. I think he be very fascinated about it. He reads comics, so that means he’s really used to the black and white mentality of his comic books, so having an S/O interested in the nitty gritty of crimes, criminal, the law itself, etc. would give you never ending questions about your interests

* In school, he probably doesn’t talk to you that much (considering he has a club to “run” (AKA: dictate) and he’s busy with school work)

* If he catches you alone in the library, though, he’ll sit next to you and look at you while you work on such cases.

* With this type of S/O, I can imagine them being in mock trail, considering it’s essentially simulating a court room case.

* Expect Bill to snatch the paper from you and make “insightful” analysis of the cases. In reality, he’ll get basic things wrong and you’d have to remind him of basic law terms + make sure he doesn’t mess with your notes

* Good news is he’ll dress up nicely if you invite him to these trails. He’s so nervous watching you represent these cases (though he finds himself blushing when you prosecute/defend/ being a witness/ doing anything for the case)

* Overtime, I can see him admiring your ambition and would continue to watch you study, though he thinks his dreams are better than yours “cause at least I can do my hobby AND make money”

* If you two stayed together, I think he’d be a little butt hurt that you’re making more money than him. This would result in a lot of tension between you two and definitely has caused a break up at one point

* However, if you two managed to stick it out, he’d mellow out and wouldn’t mind being a stay at home husband (but will grumble if you have to stay up for a case)

* Overall, would be fairly supportive of you, even if he doesn’t understand fully

* Josh would be fascinated. Since being a lawyer would be a lot of writing, Josh would be so excited seeing you type out your statements

* He’ll probably the most likely to abandon club meetings to meet up with you during lunch (at the very least, you’re a lot nicer to him than the club)

* While he wouldn’t really care for the verbal part of the criminology (uses too many big words), he’ll thrive proof reading your papers

* I can imagine him getting so red in the face and giggling internally reading your paper. It’s kind of fun for him actually. It forces him out of his comfort zone + introduces him to a whole new world of writing

* Would let you study in his house (his mom would make you cookies). Since I think Josh’s dad would be a lawyer of some kind (considering Josh’s the richest out of the group), you and him would get along about this shared interest

* Josh would try and find Sci-Fi media/moments that deal with the legal system to understand your interest better, but he will never fully get it

* Since he is a writer in the future, you two would bond over your love for writing and potentially make love letters (it’s very cute)

* Josh would support you, but kind of get a little pissy that your writing is more successful than his (not to the same extent as Bill though)

* “No, Pete, I don’t have the crime scene photos OR autopsy photos with me”

* Pete would actively avoid you at first. He’s no goody two shoes, and would be TERRIFIED at the prospect of you honestly

* Unfortunately, he’d probably be forced to hang out with you cause he got partnered up with you (teachers thinking the smartest kid in the class can help the trouble maker)

* He thought you were boring at first. I mean, who wants to have an S/O who cares about the law?! That’s the most stupidest shit ever!

* However, if you two get on the topic of criminal mindset, that would hook him right in. Hearing you talk about certain criminals, their home lives, and any similarities into them…he’s secretly giggling and kicking his feet hear this (you’ll be looking at a creepy smile while he does this)

* He wouldn’t stop shoplifting though. Even if you told him the ins and outs, he just wouldn’t give a fuck

* However, could hear you talk about the behavior of criminals and the justice system. Especially if the criminal themselves did some fucked up shit

* Would ask you about his favorite slashers and see if he could stump you.

* He would absolutely salivate reading the crimes they committed, be it mock trail or real life (get this man some therapy)

* Probably influences how he does his special effects; tries to make them look more realistic and such

* Can’t really see you two sticking together in the epilogue. If somehow you do (god bless you), he would still be like that teen boy, internally kicking his feet while you do your job

* Probably wouldn’t like how stiff you’ve gotten as a lawyer and would pull you away from it so you can “crack a cold one with me”

* Opposites attract, I guess

* Jerry would be the most supportive

* He probably accidentally stumble upon you working on one of your cases, and just…never stopped sitting next to you

* Wouldn’t really say much as you work. It’s so confusing to them him that someone can like something this structure (hypocrite a little)

* Would constantly disrupt you while doing your work. It’s very distracting honestly, especially since you know he doesn’t mean it (most of the time)

* He probably researches about it online once gets home, though. Potentially stalking your online profile to see if he can get more personal information about your interests

* Consults his DnD book to see if he can find similarities between the laws on sessions and what you’re focusing on (it’s very limiting, but anything helps)

* Would dress to the nines if you invite him to the mock trial. Would sit in the front and get all red face watching you do your role (would feel so shy if you come up to him afterwards)

* This would be the healthiest relationship. You’re both that DINK couple, and he honestly likes being the SAMH.

* Would be blushing if you asked him to help pick out outfits for your work day

* Such little goofballs you two would be

[im-adrienne]

Games on tap (me streaming) this coming week:

TCG Card Shop Simulator

State of Decay

Autopsy Simulator: Autospy Only Mode

Faaast Penguin

Supermarket Simulator vs Grocery Store Simulator

Ship Graveyard Simulator 2

I'm super excited to play whatever the fuck I want and feel better mentally.

[sugoi-writes]

This is Not a Love Story, This is an Autopsy - Part 1

A/N- PHEW! I wanted to kick out of my hiatus with something I've been itching to do... An original series! I wasn't quiet happy with some of my longer works (and trust, they will probably be rewritten, too). So, this is the start of something new! Something that'll be fresh!

I've been heavily inspired/influenced by @minkdelovely and @hazelfoureyes, who keep encouraging me to just... do it. So I'm doing it!

BEFORE you get too invested, this story WILL be dark. It will be GOREY, graphic at times, there will be filthy, raunchy smut... But this is gonna be a LOT of hurt, with VERY LITTLE comfort. Alastor will NOT be a kind man. The title should be taken seriously, if you wish to continue. BUT FOR NOW... PHEW... sorry, here's part one!!!

Warnings/Promises: Mystery murder woman, Alastor is intrigued, a poor demon suddenly doesn't have a face, cursing, banter, Mystery woman wants to kill Alastor, and Alastor doesn't have GREAT intentions either... Just-- Alastor being ALASTOR! (Mystery woman is referred to in 3rd person, but this may change! Not sure yet)

Please enjoy! ❤️ Header image created by bat-boness on Tumblr! ❤️

Alastor's evening stroll simulated any other: pleasantries exchanged with himself, and his dainty, dated tunes filling the air. This served as a chipper contrast to his surroundings of hurried footsteps, startled shrieks, and the general cacophony on this side of The Pentagram. Oh, tonight was certainly a good night! ...But it was about to get so much better.

The sound of wet squelching, akin to a crushed watermelon, caught his attention. His deer-like ears twisted in it's direction, his smile expanding. What a curious sound! One he was aptly familiar with! It could only be one thing...

Gurgling, disjointed cries and the sputtering of fluids sounded like a grotesque melody. Alastor could hear steady, heavy breathing keeping the tempo. An act of passion... well, in the killing sense, surely. Ever the curious sort, Alastor sent his shadow to investigate. Its wide eyes take in the sight of the alleyway expectantly, eager to witness the fuss first.

A large figure loomed over a hapless victim, the arms flinching and trembling subconsciously as the attacker worked diligently. The sounds from before had morphed into a gut wrenching cutting noise: the unmistakable sound of a sharp knife carving through flesh... but where?

The shadow blinked, inching closer to the scene to get a better look. However, the attacker flinched, turning towards the apparation with a speed that would snap the neck of a human. It was spotted.

In the blink of an eye, a knife came off of a thigh garter belt, hurdling full force towards the Shadow. The knife struck between the entity’s eyes, a heated hiss thrown back to the stranger. Alastor's obedient pet slinked back to its master, unable to give a more helpful report. Alastor hummed in amusement, taking two wide strides to his right. Now, he was stationed at the mouth of the alley, his teeth gleaming under the dim streetlight.

"Do forgive me, dear, I am not known to eavesdrop," a lie, Alastor thought," But I couldn't help but overhear a scuffle~ What did that poor beau do to deserve such fury?"

Alastor wanted to be nearer, to see what you had done to the now-corpse of the demon... but alas, he couldn't just yet. Even with the back facing him, the Radio Demon got a better glimpse at the disheveled stranger.

A large, wide shoulder span dipped in and flowed back out in a delightful curve: a tasteful hourglass shape. Brunette and blonde hair cascaded just past the shoulders, spattered with blood… that was even more tasteful. Judging from the spray's pattern, this blood came from somewhere else… or someone else, in this case. The broad shoulders led to muscular, intense looking arms. The limbs were so red that it seemed they were dipped in a vat of coagulated blood. He could scarcely see the little nicks and scars that littered the taunt skin.

When Alastor continued to walk forward, a sharp turn of the head greeted him. Startling, grey eyes with bloodshot whites glared back at him. The figure didn't answer him, staring him down with a look that could frighten a dictator. Blonde and brunette fringe framed the face, a soft contrast to the rest of the body. Full, flushed cheeks from exertion, complimented by wide eyes and a set of thick, heavy lashes. And, dozens of shallow, silver-white scars littering the pale, plump face. Alastor's eyebrows rose with interest, the silence only motivating him to get closer.

The figure growled, snarling like a caged animal as it turned fully towards him... a woman, he assumed. This woman had blood sprayed across her entire upper body, indicating that this was indeed a passionate act of murder.

Alastor ceased his advances, both hands coming up in mock-surrender.

"Oh come now, dear, I mean no harm... 'just curious~ Won't you humor a demon for a spell? You might just hear your little story on my broadcast tonight~" he nearly sang, eyes squinting and watching carefully. He could tell that this beast of a woman was on high alert, and would likely try and jump him if he so much as thought the wrong word. Though he was confident in his abilities to defend himself, he was no bodybuilder: a fisty cuff that got too heated could mean his second death.

The woman’s gaze remained unphased as she came to her feet. Then, it morphed into a look of recognition.

While the mystery woman realized who was speaking to her, Alastor discovered what she had been carving off of the victim: his face. Alastor watched with an irrational sense of delight as the heavily scarred woman faced him properly. He couldn't help but shift his eyes to the scalped face of the victim, feeling his hands ball up into eager fists behind his back.

The cadaver’s face was grasped in the brunette’s calloused, large hands, blood sliding through her knuckles like a babbling creak in the woods. Had he been a sane man, he would have found the image unsightly. But between his fall from grace and his afterlife of trouble… he found the sight utterly delicious.

Alastor swallowed something in his throat... nerves? Excitement? A mutual interest between strangers? What an evening to find a like-minded individual…

"...You're the Radio Demon..." the murderer said simply. Her voice was a hard, uneven gravel, as if she hardly spoke at all. Alastor's smile widened, giddy at the budding interaction.

"Ahh, my reputation precedes me~ But you can call me Alastor, sweetheart. And what may I call you, hmm?" The tone of his sing-song charm did not match the cannibalistic mania of his too-wide smile. His voice was the cheese, nestled inside an obvious mousetrap.

Alastor stepped even closer, extending a hand out to the rabid-looking woman. Her steely eyes looked to his hand, before back to his face. Her expression remained unchanged.

"...I don't do handshakes," she replied bluntly, her gaze burrowing holes into Alastor's complexion. She seemed to watch him just as intently, acutely aware of his dark aura. Her words sought to disguise her own intrigue.

"Ahh, apologies, dear-- Deeeaaaar...?"

Alastor raised a brow while he drew out the last word, eye twitching with annoyance. He cocked his head slightly as he leaned in, trying to goad her into a response. He expected a name sometime tonight. A name... just a name. If he had her name, he could work with that. Just let him get under that barrier, even if it's just a crack--

"I don't have one," the woman spat back, either uninterested or able to see through Alastor’s antics (of which, the Radio Demon wasn't sure).

A record scratch leaked through his frequency at the abrupt response. The curtness throttled his already thinking patience... Alastor's wide smile stammered for a moment, a tense chuckle bleeding through his clenched jaw. His fuzzy and sound-dampened amusement was practically oozing irritation...

Likewise, the tension that hung between the pair was far too thick.

This needed to be carved through with a knife, Alastor thought. He could still do this.

"Nonsense dear! Why, EVERYONE has a name!!! Surely there is something that people use to call you? To refer to you???" Alastor was a bit surprised by his own persistence. Why did her lack of name manage to throttle him?

...right. He found her fascinating, that's all. And fascinating people in Hell were often easy to exploit... easy to force into a deal. And by extension, she would be useful and entertaining.

"...people usually don't get the chance to talk to me," the brunette replied. Her stoney, hardened face slowly shifted into a sly smile. She chortled wickedly, licking her cracked lips,"...but they usually beg for their lives right about now."

Her sudden lunge surprises Alastor momentarily, before his pitch tendrils snap into action. The mad woman is caught and suspended mid-launch, a heavy tentacle struggling to keep her knife-wielding arm in check. Alastor clicks his tongue mockingly at her aggression. Back to square one, it seemed. What a simple creature!

"Ohh dear, is that a way to talk to someone? If you plan to stab me, at least offer to take me on a stroll first. Perhaps to a coffee shop?" The deranged woman's mouth was tightly pulled into a horrifying snarl, teeth bared and glistening with spit. Had she contracted rabies? Or was she still riding the feral high of a fresh kill? Neither option seemed to startle or surprise Alastor all that much.

He paid her no mind as he walked around her in a slow, teasing circle: like a predator circling helpless prey. But the woman grunted and struggled just the same, hair falling into her face as she tried to break free. The noises she made had shivers of pride running up Alastor's spine. This interest almost seemed... more than that. More than morbid curiosity… He shook the thought away from his mind, his cheeks burning from how harshly he forced himself to smile.

Alastor stepped within striking distance, another tentacle wrapping around the knife-wielding hand as he looked at her troubled face.

"G-Go-- nnnhhhfucker-- Go fuck yourself, freak," the woman hissed, spitting towards the Radio Demon. He simply tilted his head, the spittle missing his pristine cheek. Annoying and gauche... he would have to break her of that garish habit.

"I'm afraid carnal desires haven't interested me for quite some time. Well... past the one you dabbled with moments ago. I must say I'm mighty interested in your handywork~"

Alastor's taloned hand squished the cheeks of the captured woman, turning her face this way and that. Alastor was smirking with an air of superiority as he took in every imperfection and scar that maimed her round face... To him, she was breathtaking, each scar revealing an incident or story he would be familiar with. He felt interested in dissecting her, and figuring out just what or who caused the nicks and cuts.

Thankfully, his brush with murder and other crimes made breaking down her injuries a breeze. Most of them could be summarized as self defense marks left by a weaker victim. This woman was STRONG... There was no question about that. And she wasn't afraid of getting dirty to get her desires fulfilled. He could find that quality to be quite charming... quite useful.

"If you truly do not have a name... might I suggest one?"

The question puzzles the brunette, eyes blinking in rapid succession. It took her a few moments to process the offer.

"You... want to name me?" She retorted, her squished face distorting her bewilderment," Like some goddamn PET?"

"I’m simply offering you one, dear. No need to make a fuss. Perhaps you could find it helpful, should you ever need to be referred to more... directly. With familiarity. You needn't take it, if it displeases you."

Alastor sighed dramatically as the woman thrashed in anger, shaking his head in tandem. It was quite easy to backtrack with this one, wasn’t it?

The woman stared back at the Radio Demon, intense grey embracing hellish red in a heated standoff. One could kill the other in a heartbeat, their acts only halted by straining tentacles. They were in a tense ceasefire, if only for their own sakes.

The woman sighed, relenting after what felt like an eternity," If it causes you to let go of me... you may give me a name, Radio Demon."

"Alastor," the male corrected, pinching her cheeks with harsher intent. The woman winced, but nodded curtly," A-Alastor..."

The venom that oozed from her harsh tone made molten heat fill Alastor’s chest. She could be obedient… how interesting.

The deer demon sneered, face reflecting his earlier delight as his eyes briefly flickered. The name rolled off her tongue so easily... Oh, he liked seeing her like this. Another charming quality he could get used to… and take use of.

"Carver."

The woman blinked, scoffing," Really?"

"Yes. Carver. You could always go by 'The Carver', if you wished, but I rather think the name suits you... a little on the nose, maybe, but simple. Just like you." Alastor's thumb rubs over the woman's cheek, a claw dangerously close to gouging her eye out. The demoness’ face softens, the touch causing conflicting feelings to flit across it.

Fright, anger, surprise, and… yearning. Had Alastor not been observant and experienced with reading people, he might have missed a few of these. Hell, the micro expressions lasted for seconds, if that… But thankfully, his eyes were as sharp as the blade hovering above his head.

Alastor’s hand pauses on her flushed cheek, stashing the useful information in the recesses of his dark mind.

"...fine... That name is fine, Alastor."

Carver fell to the dank and rancid ground with a heavy thud, Alastor clasping his hands together resolutely. Tentacles were dismissed as he eyed her eagerly.

“Splendid, dear! Carver it is! Now, about our earlier topic–”

Carver dusted off her knees as she stood, eyeing the deer-esque demon cautiously. She allowed him to continue, despite her better judgment to gut him then and there.

“What do you say to a bit of coffee, over lunch?”

Carver blinks for a moment, then another, arms folding in front of her chest,” You're joking, right?”

Alastor practically giggles, a dark tendril reforming to hold up the skinned face of her victim,” I'm more of an emcee than a comedian, dear… though I can never pass on a good punchline! Haha!”

When Alastor extends the face to the woman, he squints mischievously,” But no, I'm being quite genuine… Tomorrow, Cannibal Town. There's a quaint little shop by Rosie’s Emporium, the Brimstone Brew… I trust that you've heard of it?”

Curtly, Carver nods, taking her trophy from the Radio Demon indignantly,” Vaguely. I just started working a new job closeby, actually,” she admits. The moment she does, she mentally curses herself. Alastor’s eyes widen, a hand childishly coming to cover his lips. Or more accurately, like a elitist, royal woman with her hand fan, trying to stife her reaction to juicy gossip.

“Pray tell, what do you do~?”

Carver scoffs, casting her gaze anywhere other than the man’s demented smile,” …just some butcher shop. The manager apparently got… well, butchered. So there was a vacancy that the Assistant Manager filled. Soooo… I– I was pulled in to become the new assistant there.”

Alastor seemed on the verge of jumping out of his own skin, leaning forward intently.

“You? Working in one of my favorite stops? Oh, how convenient, dear! Then hows about I ‘meat’ you there! Haha!”

The joke did not go unnoticed, a gruff ‘really?’ following after. He would need to work on her enthusiasm, too.

“See, we could go for a little stroll, and you can tell me more about this new venture of yours! Why, if it's entertaining enough, I'm sure your story would captivate an audience! My audience!”

Carver didn't get the chance to protest as the dapper demon took a few steps back, tipping his imaginary hat her way.

“Let's shoot for 11 o’clock, ‘sharp as your knife! I look forward to getting to know you better… Carver.”

And within a second, the crimson and ebony demon vanished into the shadows. Carver was left confused and stupefied by the entire interaction. She didn't even get a chance to tell Alastor that she actually had work that morning… not that the Radio Demon would stand for it. But, maybe she could brush him off easier this way… She was sure her new manager would intervene or prevent the entire situation from escalating...

The woman dug around in her satchel, until she found a gallon freezer bag. She unceremoniously threw the bloody, skinned face of her victim into her pack, rolling her eyes. Maybe ‘Carver’ was an alright name after all…

What a fucking day… and what a fucking man, to have the nerve to be so… so…

Carver blinked a few times, words escaping her. He was an asshole, but also seemed to have manners… He was infamous, but didn't seem to match the dark reputation… He was bitchy, but also… surprisingly gentle with her?

Carver touched her cheek, where a taloned finger once lingered. A swift flush ghosted across her face as she kicked the corpse on the ground, huffing defiantly. The sooner she could shake this guy off her back, the better. She didn't do ‘friends’. She didn't even have acquaintances. And yet, all in one night, she was given a nickname and asked to go on a coffee date, seemingly just to… talk?

Never would she have imagined such an odd scenario before now. But, she did have an interesting opportunity. Take him out on a date before you stab him, she loosely recalled. And she was more than eager to take him up on that offer to get him off her back.

Carver chuckled, clicking her tongue as she started the trek to her apartment. Maybe she could call in sick tomorrow! Why not?

She could humor this man, if only to hear what his screams would sound like. She hoped that his terror sounded as desperate and sweet as the ones from his broadcast… An artist often immolated their work, and she had a feeling that his anguish would taste just as divine...

This is not a love story. This is an autopsy.

[ayeforscotland]

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[eldritch-bf]

Danbert in The Thing (1982) expanded thoughts:

The two of them spend the winter down at outpost 31 during their final year of medical school for a work for credits situation under the guidance of Dr’s Blair and Copper.

Herbert, watching MacReady lose to the computer in chess from across the room. “I could take him.” Dan, looking up from his book. “In chess, right?”

Herbert gets up and does challenge MacReady to a game of chess however they get interrupted by the commotion of the Norwegian helicopter.

Dan primarily studies under Dr Copper (the physician who insists on going to the Norwegian camp to help them despite the weather risk) and brings Dan along with him to investigate the camp with MacReady.

Herbert primarily studies under Dr Blair (biologist who performs the autopsy on what they bring back from the Norwegian camp)

Herbert is initially disinterested in the other camp and advises against Dan going because he assumed they had all just experienced psychotic breaks and they might be dangerous. Dan and Dr Copper ignore him.

Dan and Herbert are however immediately aware that something is NOT right with the Thing Dog because unlike every other animal including the other sled dogs, this “animal” shows Herbert indifference. Though they have no idea why.

Herbert assists with the autopsy of the burnt humanoid brought back from the Norwegian camp and can barely contain his curiosity and excitement. Later Herbert wakes Dan up in the middle of the night and drags him to the autopsy room and makes him study the cells and the interactions with the reagent. Dan is very tired and wants to sleep.

The Dog Thing absorbing the other dogs scene takes place and Herbert again helps with that autopsy and MacReady notices how much of a little weirdo he is, and afterwards confronts Dan about it, asking him if he thinks Herbert is dangerous or can even be trusted. Dan hesitated and poorly explains away Herbert’s behavior. MacReady doesn’t trust either of them.

More late night science, though now MacReady is Suspicious.

Herbert really really wants to see if the reagent can reanimate the dead Things but Dan scienceblocks to the best of his ability

MacReady notices them in the lab and witnesses a tender moment between them and concludes more or less correctly that that’s the origin of their strange behavior (though it’s also because Herbert is still keeping the reagent a secret).

Blair runs the computer simulation, to which Herbert is a witness to, and finally becomes concerned about the Thing, primarily because he doesn’t want to die down there. Subplot is that Herbert is frustrated no one listens to him because he’s just a kid compared to the rest of them. (MacReady particularly loves calling both of them “kid”) And so he highly doubts these dumb ass men can keep them safe.

Herbert tests a few Thing cells under a microscope with the reagent and it does indeed work just as normal. Dan points out that this doesn’t actually help them in any meaningful way except for satisfying Herbert’s curiosity to which Herbert basically says “that’s the whole point” and Dan gets so frustrated he storms out, leaving Herbert alone, which makes Herbert, still slightly paranoid that at least one member of the crew is the thing, to follow along with Dan, apologize, and insist on staying together every moment possible.

Blair has his breakdown, destroying the vehicles and radio equipment to prevent escape, Herbert is nearly killed as a result, similar to Palmer, before running and alerting everyone. The station crew then lock Blair in the shed.

Dr Copper is killed while trying to save “Norris” from his heart attack, leaving Dan and Herbert the best physicians and biologists available to them. Herbert agrees with MacReady’s idea to use the hot needle on the blood. No one really trusts Herbert or MacReady at this point which makes Childs even more convinced the test is horseshit and that Herbert and or MacReady are clearly the thing and Dan defends Herbert by saying “no he’s always like this trust me”

They all pass except Palmer who famously fails the test, infects Windows, and MacReady incinerates them while Herbert drags Dan out of the room and decides they need to get out before this thing kills every last one of them.

Dan and Herbert stay behind with Childs, packing up and arming themselves just in case, while the others go to test Blair.

Dan questions how they’ll escape since Blair destroyed the equipment and after some discussion away from Childs, the two of them correctly anticipate that the Thing will likely sabotage the power on the station in order to hinder the team from finding it (they don’t know about the spaceship it’s constructed yet)

Dan and Herbert head off to the power generator and wait for the Blair-Thing which quickly shows up and they manage to kill it without destroying the station, leaving Cain, West, MacReady, Childs, Nauls, and Garry alive.

Herbert and MacReady finally have their game of chess though it ends in a stalemate to which Herbert poorly hides his irritation and MacReady reveals he knew all about him and Dan yet at the same time he does compliment Herbert for helping save them. The six of them wait out the rest of winter until rescue comes.

[melancholitas]

Shachi: did you pull an all-nighter at work again? You look dead tired, my dude..

Law: No. I decided to give your suggestion a go and played a video game.

Penguin: *stares in disbelief*

Shachi: You what?! Are you getting sick? Did I hear that coming out of your mouth just now for real?? I'm shooketh!

Law:Stop overreacting. And don't make such a big deal out of it. It's just a game.

Penguin:.... It was the autopsy simulator, am I right?

Law:.....

Shachi:... Do I even wanna know..?