#black anesthesia mask

[sonicstreak5344]

[lamboraven]

I've been fascinated with anaesthesia since I was a teenager, movies like Coma

The thought of the mask, strapped tight and gas flowing through the hoses, a valve clicking with each breath

and the rebreather inflating, in and out, until they decide I need help and squeeze the bag, pushing more gas in

til I can no longer breath on my own. The mask comes off and an airway - Gaudal, LMA, whatever I can tolerate

is inserted and the hoses are re-attached and I know the control is no longer mine, that someone else is breathing for me and choosing what I breath.

In and out, til oblivion takes over.

Heaven

I've felt alone with that for years, and now I feel part of a community who get it.

I'd love to talk to others about it, and would love some DMs of how it makes people feel, how they fantasise

My writing

My anesthesia fantasy

A resus story

Other's writing ( I am not claiming anything below this as my own, respect to better writers)

The Good Doctor Pt1 and Pt2

[specialmedicalcentre]

Kezia's Anesthesia

The operating table was harder than she thought it would be. They look padded in the photos, Kezia thought.

She sat on the end of the black vinyl table, legs uncomfortably hanging over the edge. It was smaller than she imagined it would be, too. How was she going to fit? The gown they put her in was loosely draped over her, and she was acutely aware of it being open in the back. All she wore were her panties. The room smelled of…plastic? Maybe rubber. Everything felt alien to her.

"We're almost ready, Kezia," Nurse Farah touched her gently on the shoulder. "How are you doing?" She smiled. It was hard to see anything besides her eyes, as she was dressed for surgery with a mask and pink cap on.

Kezia shrugged her shoulders. "Okay, I guess." She tried to smile back, and her lip quivered a little. Her heart was pounding.

"Dr. Kim will be here any moment, and then we'll get started."

Kezia watched Nurse Farah continue to bustle around the room, getting things ready. She was gathering things that Kezia had no idea about. Despite the fact that it was all supposed to be for her comfort, Kezia felt nothing but anxiety at everything she saw. Wires, tubes, bags…ideas swirled in her head.

The other nurse - Kezia didn't know her name - turned on a machine up on a stand that had wires attached to it. It beeped and the nurse started typing things into it. She saw her name flash by.

Kezia L.; F, 25; 55kg; non-paced; Adult w/EKG…

She took a deep breath, and her body erupted in goosebumps.

"Yasmin?" Nurse Farah called quietly to the second nurse, and now Kezia knew her name. "Set up for SpO2 and BIS as well."

Nurse Yasmin nodded as she pressed buttons on the machine. "Got it, ok." Subtly, and for the briefest moment, Nurse Yasmin glanced over at Kezia.

Kezia was lost in her thoughts, watching Nurse Farah arranging a long, clear tube, when the door to the OR opened with a sudden sound. She turned to see a compact, slender woman enter dressed in green scrubs. Kezia was struck by how she immediately seemed to command the room. She strode right over to the table.

"Hello, Kezia," she said, but obviously didn't extend her gloved hand. "I'm Dr. Kim, and I'll be your anesthesiologist today. Ready to take a nap?" Her curt grin barely showed behind her mask. She had beautiful eyes; light brown, with long eyelashes.

"Hi." Kezia said. She had trouble getting anything else out. "…I…" She stammered.

"Don't be nervous, Kezia, we'll take great care of you. It'll be easy - all you have to do is sleep." Dr. Kim turned to Nurse Farah, briefly. "We ready?"

Farah nodded. "All set, Doctor."

"Great, let's go."

The room seemed to shift into action at Dr. Kim's word. Nurse Yasmin begain collecting wires and hoses near the machines and Nurse Farah came to Kezia. "Let's get you laying down, honey. Just scootch back a little…there, that's it. Now lay back - here, your head goes right on this cushion." Kezia, guided by Farah, found herself laying back on the operating table, her legs still dangling. The vinyl was a cold shock against her backside, which was bare except for her panties. She stirred in response. "Oh, is it cold?" Farah smiled. "It'll warm up quickly. Now your legs, here we go."

Before Kezia could respond, the nurse deftly adjusted something, and two padded legrests were swung into place. Oh, that's how that works, Kezia realized. They jutted out in slightly angled directions from the table, and were the same color as the table vinyl. Farah helped Kezia lift her legs and get them onto the rests. Soon Kezia was laid out flat, her legs slightly spread on the padded legrests. She was surprised - it wasn't as uncomfortable as it had been. Maybe it was meant to lie on, not sit on?

As Kezia was getting settled into place, Dr. Kim moved to the wall behind her where a touchscreen allowed her to bring up Kezia's case. "Okay, Kezia, so you're here because of persistent cholecystitis, is that right?"

Kezia was busying herself with trying to settle into position. She unsuccessfully tried to look up behind her, over her right shoulder. "Um…what?"

"You're having gall-bladder surgery today, is that right?" Dr. Kim clarified.

"Y-yes, that's right." Kezia spoke to the ceiling, unable to turn her head to see Dr. Kim. Her head was cradled in a weird little foam cushion. She felt awkward.

Kezia heard Dr. Kim tapping on the screen. "And how are you feeling today? Any discomfort, any issues?"

Kezia tried to think clearly. "No, but…I had pain yesterday. None today."

To the side, Kezia saw Nurse Yasmin approach her with a blue something in her hands. She spoke softly. "Hi, Kezia, I'm just going to put this cap on to keep your hair secure, ok? It might feel a bit crinkly." Yasmin stretched the elastic headband of the bouffant cap over Kezia's hair as Kezia shifted her head to let her fix it in place. The material crinkled audibly as she lowered her head back on the contoured head cushion. The look on Kezia's face caught Yasmin's attention. She smiled down at Kezia. "Oh, that’s just the cap making that sound, sweetie. You won't notice after a while."

The cap started out cool against Kezia's forehead but began to warm right away.

Dr. Kim continued. "Abdominal pain? Or, somewhere else? Any trouble breathing? " Her questions were rapid.

"No…uh, abdominal. Like, here," she touched her left side, under her breast. And no, breathing is…ok." Almost unconsciously, Kezia took a deep breath for effect. The cap crinkled in her ears.

"Mmm-hmm. Okay, no allergies to meds I can see…" Dr. Kim trailed off. "You've recently complained of intestinal discomfort, any diarrhea recently?"

Kezia blushed. God. "Oh. Ah, yesterday. Yeah, some…diarrhea." She didn't know where this was going, and she couldn't help blushing.

"Farah," Dr. Kim spoke in a different tone. "I think we should prep for flatus bag if we can do that."

As Farah spoke, Kezia turned her head to the left to see her. "Ok. Want to start without first?"

"Yes, that's fine." Kezia had no idea what they were talking about.

"Kezia," Dr. Kim leaned in enough for Kezia to see her directly overhead. "Do you have any questions for me?"

Kezia tried to clear her throat, and all she managed was a squeak. "I've…never…you know, gone under before. The, the mask, it's kinda - I dunno." Kezia heard the nurses moving around. "…needles make me really nervous." She managed, finally. Her heart was pounding, and she could swear they could hear it in her voice.

"I understand." Dr. Kim nodded, and looked up briefly at the nurses. We'll take this one step at a time, ok?" Kezia felt herself nodding. "Let’s start with something easy — let's get the pulseox on you so I can see your oxygen levels." Again, Dr. Kim looked up.

Kezia heard Nurse Farah. "Yas, go ahead and start." Nurse Yasmin was standing to Kezia's right side; behind her was an array of machines and readouts, all with wires and tubes attached.

"Kezia," Yasmin reached behind her, picking up a small something with a wire attached. Touching Kezia's hand, she said "I'm going to put this on your finger, ok? It doesn't hurt - just a little squeeze." Kezia held up her hand at Yasmin's gentle touch, and a white plastic clip squeezed her finger. It glowed with a weird red light. Just as she lowered her hand, a soft beeping sound came from somewhere to her right - it was in time with her pounding heart. And it sounded fast.

"98, HR 85." Yasmin said.

"Mm-hmm, thank you." Dr. Kim responded. Kezia heard her tapping on the touchscreen. "Can you also prep IV, please?"

Yasmin appeared to look over at Farah, who was on Kezia's other, left side. She looked back down at Kezia. "Kezia, sweetie, I'm going to get you set up with an IV. It'll be quick, ok?" Kezia nodded. "Okay. First I'm going to…"

"Gown first." Nurse Farah gently interrupted. "Kezia, let me get your arms out of this, okay, honey? That'll make tings easier. Here we go." Nurse Farah helped slip the gown off Kezia's arms, deftly unclipping and replacing the pulseox monitor. Instinctively, Kezia drew her hands in to cover her breasts. "Here, let's cover you for a bit." Nurse Farah arranged the gown as a sort of sheet, covering up Kezia's chest and leaving her arms free. "There we are."

Nurse Yasmin smiled; she had turned away from the table to grab a small tray. "Okay, right! First, just let me put this one here…" Awkwardly, Nurse Yasmin wrapped a soft blue strap around Kezia's right arm, tightening it uncomfortably. "Just want to find a vein, sweetie." She palpated Kezia's forearm a bit. Despite her fear, Kezia couldn't help but watch. "Great," Yasmin said, seemingly satisfied. "Now, I'm just going to swab you with alcohol first. A little cold." Yasmin pressed firmly on the skin of Kezia's arm, wiping several times. In her other hand, she held a long tube that Kezia couldn't see. "Okay, Kezia, just a little pinch now, okay? Here we go. Deep breath."

Kezia tried to look at the ceiling. There was a light there, and some other things hanging over the table…"Ow!" She yelped. She was surprised to find that she almost felt she was about to cry. There was a sharp pain and a longer, searing burn as Yasmin inserted the IV cannula.

"All done." Still pressing down on the site, Yasmin started to apply medical tape, securing a short tube to Kezia's arm. She covered the IV site with a clear bandage and connected a clear tube to it that dangled off the table. "Just leave this still, sweetie." Yasmin unstrapped the blue tourniquet from Kezia's arm and turned away, busying herself with something else. Kezia stared at the IV site, where a clear tube exited the tape, and several other thicker tubes of different colors dangled.

Nurse Farah saw her staring. "All good, Kezia?"

Kezia looked to her left, where Farah was standing. She had a blue package in her hand. "It's…it's my first IV. So weird."

Farah smiled. "I'm sure a lot of this is new, honey. You're doing great. Isn't she, Dr. Kim?" Farah looked up to the anesthesiologist, who was still tapping away on the digital chart.

"She certainly is." Dr. Kim didn't sound as enthusiastic as Nurse Farah, Kezia thought. Maybe she was in a hurry. "Farah, BP, please."

Farah moved toward Kezia. "Right here. Okay, Kezia, let me put this on you." She unrolled the package in her hand to reveal a bright blue long blood pressure duff attached to a hose. "You know this, right? Just a BP cuff. Here, lift your arm for me, honey." Farah deftly slipped the cuff under Kezia's arm and, pulling it snug, flattened the cuff to the velcro strip. She smoothed it firmly on Kezia's arm and routed the hose underneath. "There; just relax and let the cuff do the work." She smiled again. The cuff was a distinct feeling on her arm; odd, but not unfamiliar. She felt it brush against her breast. "Yas, could you…" Farah trailed off.

"Hmm?" Yasmin looked across Kezia at Farah. "Oh! Of course." Turning to the bright screen behind her, Yas touched part of it and the cuff stirred into life. With a distinct whirring from somewhere, Kezia felt the cuff tighten around her arm. She couldn't fight the urge to lift her arm up.

"Oh, honey, just relax it, ok?" Farah gently guided Kezia's arm back down onto the table as the cuff continued to inflate. "There."

"Mmph." Kezia grunted involuntarily. She could hear the velcro straining as the cuff reached its limit.

"Too tight?" Farah asked. Kezia nodded, staring at the distended cuff. Her arm felt swollen. "It might be the first time, honey. But you're a healthy girl and that should relax over time." The cuff began to deflate, in steps, clicking and hissing as it released her. She felt the blood rush back into her arm as something on her right beeeeeped. For the first time, Kezia saw her pulse jumping on the screen, a little blue line pulsing with every blip of the monitor. Below that line a pair of big numbers appeared.

"131/90." Farah said, out loud, to the room.

Kezia heard Dr. Kim from behind her. She was sitting down, now; her voice was closer to Kezia's head. "Let's give her a bit. Kezia, try to relax. Deep breaths. You're doing great. Farah, let's get the EKG going. Resp as well, please."

"On the way." Farah said, curtly. "Okay, Kezia, now we're going to get you set up on the EKG. Ever have one of those?" Kezia shook her head, her anxiety building. With the BP cuff, the IV, and the pulseox, she already felt like a medical experiment. She couldn't imagine any more. "Well, I'm going to place some stickers on your chest so we can see what your heart is doing. Okay? Just a few little pads. Now…I'm going to have to remove this for now, honey." Farah motioned to the hospital gown that was still partially covering Kezia's chest.

"Umm…why?" Kezia was getting a stomachache.

"Honey, the EKG goes on your chest. Don't worry, now, it's just for a minute, okay?" Farah touched Kezia on her bare shoulder.

"O…okay." Kezia managed. Farah gently lifted the gown, bundling it up as she lifted it off Kezia's body. Kezia felt the air of the OR wash over her chest and abdomen; as her toplessness flashed into view, she closed her eyes. She still had on the panties she dressed in this morning, but she felt completely exposed.

"Yas," Farah asked. "Can you hand me the EKG, please?" Kezia opened her eyes. Yasmin dangled a loose set of wires across Kezia's body. At the end of each wire was a white square patch. "These are the electrodes, honey." Farah held one up for Kezia to see: a soft square sticker with a wire snapped onto it. Kezia watched as Farah peeled the backing off one. "Here," she said. "I'm going to stick this one down on your shoulder." She pressed the electrode to the skin of Kezia's shoulder, just above the BP cuff. It was cold, almost as if it was wet - but it wasn't. It stuck there, Farah rubbing it down in brisk circles. It felt weird, and Kezia was keenly aware of the wire pulling against her skin as Farah arranged the rest of them.

In about a minute, Kezia had electrodes all across her chest, under her breast, and just above her pantyline. They felt like extra layers of skin, and she felt the cold wires draped across her body. She was almost too terrified to speak. "There we go, Kezia, you look great. See? You can watch your heart beat." Farah pointed across her body to the vitals monitor, where Yas was pressing buttons. Kezia saw three green lines jumping and pulsing across the screen; they made little spikes as the electronic sounds of her pulse echoed in the room.

It was fascinating. Just to punctuate the moment, the bp cuff whirred into life again, startling Kezia.

"It's okay, honey - it's going to do this every five minutes." Kezia audibly moaned as the cuff squeezed her. After an eternity, another beeeeep.

"There we go. 127/85." Farah said, the distinct sound of satisfaction in her voice. "Coming down."

"Good," Dr. Kim spoke up from behind Kezia. "How's her EKG?"

Farah rattled off numbers that made Kezia dizzy to listen to. “HR 82. No PVCs, looks good. ST segment normal, QT…360.”

"Ok, I think we're ready to go." Dr. Kim said, finally.

Kezia breathed carefully, feeling the electrodes tug at her skin all over. She was acutely aware of her body and the things that they had attached to her. "Am…I ok, Farah?" Her voice caught in her throat. She was embarrassed that a tear fell from the corner of her eye; she felt it roll back behind her neck, lost in the rustling plastic of the bouffant cap.

Farah leaned over and touched her arm, right where the BP cuff ended. Her hand was warm. "You're doing great. We're almost there." She winked, then looked across Kezia at Yasmin. "Hand me the BIS, would you, Yas?"

Nurse Yasmin produced another thing connected to a wire; this one looked like a long piece of thick tape with lines and shapes all over it. Farah peeled off the backing, and Kezia realized it was another thing they were going to stick on her. "What's that?" She asked. She held her body very still.

Farah held it up for her to see. "This is called the BIS sensor, honey. It tells us how deep you're sleeping." She moved towards Kezia's face. "I'm just going to press this riiiiight on your forehead." And she did, rubbing it lightly just above Kezia's brow. She could feel it when she wrinkled her nose, and the weirdness combined with the rustling of the bouffant cap, which was starting to feel warm and humid against the skin of her scalp.

Something beeped. "BIS 99." Farah said.

"Okay, Kezia," Dr. Kim spoke from Kezia's blind spot. "We're going to start with sedation now. Are you ready?"

Kezia could see Farah smiling at her. She took a deep breath, and after a moment's delay, she answered. "Okay…I'm ready."

"I'm going to put a mask over your nose and mouth, and this will just be some oxygen for now, ok?" Kezia saw Dr. Kim's hand lowering a black mask with a surprisingly thick hose attached. There was an overwhelming scent of rubber, and then the mask was on her before she could think of protesting. The edge was a soft seal against her face and a cool breeze seemed to fill her nose and mouth. It was utterly alien, and she could feel everything attached to her body. Just as a test, she wiggled her fingers and tensed her muscles. She felt the cuff, the electrodes, the wires…

"Breathe normally, honey," Farah said, watching the monitors. "Resps 20. Deep and slow, Kezia. You got this."

Kezia tried to slow her breathing. Something beeped to her right, and her cuff inflated again. "129/85." Farah said, when it was done.

"Still ok." Dr. Kim said. "Kezia, now we're going to put some medication into your IV, ok? Just something to make you feel relaxed. You might feel warm up your arm as it goes in." At her right, Kezia could see over the edge of the mask that Yasmin had a syringe of something. She felt the nurse press against her IV site, and then there was a burning feeling - but just for a moment. Her arm felt warm.

"It's warm." Kezia said, under the mask, but it came out almost unintelligible. Now her chest was warm, too.

"You're doing great, Kezia." Dr. Kim said. "BP, please." There was a beep and her cuff inflated again. Kezia felt weird, detached. The cuff wasn't as tight as it shoudl have been. She started to feel heavy.

"123/75." Someone said.

"That's the midazolam, we'll watch that. Fent is next. How are you doing, Kezia?" Was that Dr. Kim talking?

"…kaaaay. Mmm." The mask started to smell sweet. That was weird.

"Fent going in." Maybe that was Yasmin. Kezia felt a brisk cold rush in her arm, then her head spun. "Getting a BP." Whirr. Squeeze. Beeeep. "115/68 now."

"Ok, let's watch that. Should come up a bit." Then something she didn't really catch. "…okay, you can cath her now."

"Kezia, honey, I'm just going to remove your panties now, ok?" Farah was right at her left ear. Kezia felt like she was on the table with her, she sounded so close. "We need to put in a catheter to make you comfortable, ok?"

Kezia wasn't sure how to argue, she felt light-headed and she couldn't really focus. But she wanted to scream. She thought she shook her head but she wasn't sure. "ohhh…no, naaaa…" she trailed off.

"Just relax, Kezia, deep breaths." Dr. Kim was still there? Kezia felt the mask press a little firmer. Kezia's eyes swirled around the room.

From somewhere way below her, Kezia heard Farah. "Okay, Yas, Foley please? Thanks. Watch her legs." Louder, she said, "I'm removing them, honey, here we go." Kezia felt the cool room air on her crotch, and her panties slipping down her legs. She couldn't fight. Her legs were lifted slightly, the nurses bending them at the knees.

There was a shuffle of sensations connected only by the place they were occurring, just in the region of Kezia's pelvis. Cool wipes, soft fabric, gloved hands…then the abrupt piercing weirdness of something going inside her.

"Aaaaaa." Was all Kezia could manage.

"Almost there, Kezia, you're doing great." More quietly, "…okay, balloon up, we're in."

Kezia felt like she was peeing, and she moaned softly in sedated panic. The cuff again, and a beep.

"122/83. Looks great. BIS 71."

"Okay, last of the meds now, Kezia, you'll be sleeping soon." Someone touched her gently on the forehead, almost like they were brushing her eyelids. Were her eyes closed or open? She couldn't really tell.

"Prop going in - go slow, Yasmin." Kezia's ears started to ring, and she felt her cheeks flushing. She breathed slowly, methodically. The machines beeped and whirred, the cuff squeezed, and her pee ran down a tube and into a bag.

As she was winking out, she thought she heard one last thing. "…sanitary…rectal tube…okay, roll her…"

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[stonedlilac]

•TW• ⚕️CNC, Drugging, Medical, Needles(IV), BDSM⚕️

Pt1

Gazing, admiring. I've done such good work, of course I'm going to take my time. I reposition the mask on my face, letting some air in through the bottom as it shifts. My scrubs, form fitting and black are wrinkled from the earlier struggle. Filled with various tools, ranging from medical lubricant to a simple small notepad and pen. No phone, though. You're my soul focus.

You're starting to stir and I'm starting to get impatient. The general anesthesia is starting to wear off and I feel myself getting more and more giddy. I have you blindfolded, for now. I don't want you too scared, too tight. Your arms are positioned snugly above your head, locked firmly in place. I'm particularly proud of how I bound your hands. Just enough wiggle room but not enough to succeed with any ill intentions. If anything, I'm being generous, giving you such a false sense of freedom. You should realistically be thanking me. But we can save that for later, I suppose.

Your breaths are starting to quicken, your stomach rising and falling so perfect. I tenderly run a few fingers across it, feeling the sparks and warmth of your skin against mine. You're so beautiful when you're helpless like this. I step towards you, placing a spinal anesthetic against the IV that runs into the fluid surrounding your spinal chord. So thoughtful of me, you won't feel an absolute thing.

You start to wake up, panicked. I'm sure I have an idea why. Probably because you can't feel the bottom half of your body. I start to explain things to you, but your gagged protests quickly cut me off.

The general anesthesia is really causing you panic as it wears off. I tentatively make note of this, slipping my pen and pad back into my pocket. I hum softly to myself, running the tips of my fingers along various tools and instruments, making my medical music as I like to call it.

Your legs are firmly supported in place in metal stirrups, locked and chained down, your cunt exposed and ready for me, already dripping. I adore that. You're whining pathetically against the gag, pulling loosely at your binds.

Snapping a pair of gloves over my hands, I finger a speculum, noticing the cool metal against my palms, turning it gingerly in my hands and adding a substantial amount of lube. I make my way to you, taking your blindfold off, the light like a smack to the face, making you squint.

I run the metal speculum along your belly and down your hips, giggling at the noises and desperate whines you make. Lining up the end of the speculum the blades vertical and the screw facing sideways, I carefully slide it into you, noticing how your eyes widen even though you can't feel what I'm doing to you. Reactions are such a funny thing, sometimes, aren't they?

I smile softly at you, slowly rotating the device stuffed in your cunt 90 degrees. The blades facing horizontally, screws up. You wince and I begin to wonder if you're feeling what I'm doing. It's risky, but I administer another half dose of spinal anesthetic, admiring the way your legs and hips completely relax and fall limp. There we go, perfect. You're begging me through your gag and I pull it down, falling just below your chin. Your hands are balled in tiny fists and your cheeks wet. You start to plead and scream, but I'm far too focused to pay you any mind.

The soft clicks echo through the room as the speculum opens, exposing your wet walls for me.

I grin, I've always wanted to see this, you tied down and panting as I examine your pretty parts. I tenderly slide a plug in your ass, watching as your walls slightly close together, coated to the brim with your wetness. Fuck.

Next is the straps. Different variations and sizes. Adjusting the speculum to fit each one just perfect. The torturous hum of the vibrator violating your clit, hitting the metal speculum and making your cunt shake.

I'm going to drive you over the edge, pet. I'm going to make you scream and tighten in pleasure, your cunt wanting to greedily suck me in, but unable to. Such a pathetic whore.

Pulling out I admire the way your cum runs pathetically down your thighs, running two fingers along your walls and bringing them to your lips.

Good slaves taste themselves and you've been so good for me, haven't you?♥︎

[anonymous-existences]

Chapter 15 : Red Painted Metal Walls

JL is planning how to Save Danny whilst also Dismantling The GIW and everything else as fast and logical as they could. Danny on the other hand is not doing Okay. [Danny-Dante-Centric Chapter] TW: Depictions of Vivisection, Child Abuse, Child Murder(does it count if he revived again and again??), Torture, Gore/Organs

Enjoy Pookies, also a cheeky side story 🤭

[𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝙳����𝚗𝚗𝚢'𝚜 𝙺𝚒𝚍𝚗𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐]

[𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙸𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝙱𝚊𝚜𝚎, 𝙴𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 14, 11:45 𝙿𝙼]

"October 14 2XXX, 11:45 PM, Agent K Recording, We have successfully subdued By that of Agent A and Agent B respectively by Park Row, Gotham. Today we are here with The ecto-biologist Experts that of Doctors Maddie and Jack Fenton and the Specimen of Today's study. P H 4 N 7 0 M - 0 0 0 A , the most powerful of all Ecto-Sc— ehem... Ecto Species also commonly known and named as Phantom thus we will be referring to it as such for easier use. Agent K out." he reports to the Recorder and Hands it to Maddie for Later use.

Jack sets up a camera to record the experiments though film, "October 14 2XXX, 11:47 PM. I Am Ecto biologist Maddie Fenton here to educate you about Ecto - Specimen PH4N70M - 000A also known as Phantom. Here We present Phantom. He takes the form of a Little Boy around the age of 12-13 but do not mistake such creatures as a child. It's possible that they're older than any of us despite their appearances." She says preparing the Medical Surgical Tools in the side.

Phantom's face had a cover on it, a black tinted glass mask that's lodged deep into his skin. A collar that looked too tight in his neck. Danny was confused. Where am I? He thinks to himself and notices he couldn't move. His body felt too heavy and weak to move an inch of his body making it hard to know where he is. All he could see was the metal ceiling... Metal?—

Danny screams as Maddie opens his chest with a scalpel in a Y incision, it hurt so much. He begged them to stop but they continued. His Screams being blocked out by the mask on his face.

Please Stop, Please. Please

Please Please please Please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please Please PLEASE PLEASE STOP IT! IM BEGGING YOU. IT HURTS. քʟɛǟֆɛ քʟɛǟֆɛ ₱ⱠɆ₳₴Ɇ ₴₮Ø₱!!

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Despite that it didn't stop Maddie Fenton from Dissecting his Organs, Taking them out of his body carelessly without anesthesia.

"It seems the specimen can mimic the feeling of Pain, the screams of a child and such... But here we must remember this is all to try and deceive us." She said bluntly as she blatantly ignored all his corrupted pleas of pain, begging her to stop, begging her to let him go. Telling her it hurt, telling her to stop.

Asking.

Begging.

P̸̥̻̯̫͖͈̀̌́͊l̴̅̈́̿̃͆ͅë̶̢̲͔̜͆̽͝ą̴̫͓̺͂̒d̸̢̻͒ȉ̶̜͍̣n̸͔̹̂͗̀̕ͅg̷̫̰̀̈́̽̕.

His tears rolling down his cheeks, soon he lost the ability to scream out any further as he ran out of breathe, losing consciousness due to the intense pain of this Torture they are putting him through.

Please... Stop.... It hurts so much.

Jazz... I miss Jazz... I miss my Big Sister....

[𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 16 , 12:48 𝙰𝙼, 𝙶𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝙸𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚐𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚍, 𝙴𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗]

Dante was with Superman, Batman, Flash and Wonder Woman who insisted on coming with the Bat. Jason as well as he fully trusts his lover to not let him get harmed inside this facility. "Inside this... Is where many ghosts and Other Ecto-Entities Are Confined. I can't get in without you heroes." Dante says with a scowl as he dragged his bat through the ground.

"Fright Knight can't as well." Dante stated and glanced at Fright Knight settling his mare beside a tree and heading back to him to stand behind him, Fright Knight still made the heroes feel scared but Dante reassures them it's normal and Fright Knight is just Really the Embodiment of Fear. And that scarecrow is nothing compared to him. Fright Knight looked proud of that statement taking it as a compliment, Jason personally found him cool and chill as his horse also liked Jason, Robin also was very fond of the Knight's Mare and the Mare liked the two immediately which Fright Knight was Pleased with.

"Flash you will evacuate all Ecto-Entities inside the Facility as soon as Superman forces the Facility Open, I will be looking for the little Daniel, Wonder Woman you make sure not a single worker in this facility gets out, Knock em out cold. Do not kill unless absolutely Necessary. Superman you assist Wonder woman and Dante and... Jason..." Bruce looks at the two lovers.

"I do my own thing. I will kill Big Bat, I don't make promises such as "no killing" that's not me. That's Danny." Dante laughs with an ear to ear smirk and Fright Knight also Hummed in amusement as if ready to slay those in his way. "Flash you also make sure that any weapons against ecto-entities will be deactivated at once if you find the source of it's power." Bruce stated ignoring the Uneasiness in his chest with his heart pounding at the thought of the Little Daniel having been tortured... A 13-14 years old child. Only monsters do that. He thinks to himself and scowls.

"On it B!" Flash Says Enthusiastically as Superman Forced a Hole in the Thick Facility Walls, Dante walked in immediately and Fright Knight Guarding Beside him and Jason Following with his guns and a Bat That Dante had gifted him. Bruce took a deep breathe and without hesitation stepped inside the Facility Floors.

[𝙳𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝙿𝙾𝚅]

Dante was happy, he beat the Agents Up with His Bat and His Lover Jason, they bonded over this Mutual Causing of Violence and Chaos whilst in the distance no Agent could even come closer to Fright Knight as They threw them around as if they're mere bugs which Dante thinks they are. He says sorry to Jazz in his Mind as she would have been disappointed to see this but he also knows she would support it considering the current situation. But then Dante barely dodged a glowing green Gunshot from Someone. He turns his head to face them.

"Maddie Fenton." He glared at Maddie who was holding a gun with Precision and Kept Shooting at him, "Ecto-Scum, PH4N70M - 000C." She states and she looked at him as if he was an animal, it ticked Dante off and Glanced at Jason, Jason got the hint and Backed away to Fright Knight to keep himself safe as Dante Wants him to be. "It's been a while Maddie. Now where is... Where is my Phantom." He glares at Maddie with Poison Laced in his tone, growling underneath his words, pure aggression in his body language.

"IT'S whereabouts is none of your concern, not when soon we will be the one to personally terminate you." She states with a blank but perceptive Expression, "We?" Dante asks curiously soon saw the Hunk of a Man Charging at Dante. Dante threw his bat on the wall and Wrestled With Jack Fenton. Jack Fenton was a Physical Threat, His movements were to cause as much damage as possible but still precise and Large Aim due to the Man's Size. "I will protect my Wife from you." Jack glared at Dante as he pinned Dante on the wall with one Arm.

Jack jumped back as Dante heats his body up clearly getting Pumped up, He laughs amusingly and combs his bangs back and Tying up his hair with His Abilities. Soon Red And Black Rings former Around Dante and Jason Blushed Unexpectedly at Dante's Real Form cuz Damn, that's hot, those muscle definitions wants to make Jason have a Boner but surely he shouldn't do it right now as he's busy with Killing other Agents.

Fright Knight seemed more pumped up than Before, He laughed in excitement, "Now the Banquet of Blood Shall Rein High in this unpleasant Facility." Fright Knight says Excitedly as Dante Laughed and Wrestled again with Jack Fenton, Jack Was Trying his best to dodge the Fast and Hard Blows Dante was Dealing towards him, Maddie assisting him with her now Amazing outstanding aim managing to Hit Dante once in the arm which gave Jack an Opening to Send Dante flying to the Wall.

Dante recovered within mere seconds, the Dust Fog covering his Body but not his Presence and His Piercing Crimson Eyes that Screamed "Murder and Blood", Pure Bloodlust Painted across his face with his unnaturally Wide Grin. He laughed deeply, a growl under his Amused Tone. Dante charged at Jack again but As Jack got into a defensive stance Dante went Intangible and Went through him and Tackling Maddie to the Wall nearly lodging her deep in the Thick metal walls, Jack Grabbed him and Threw him at the wall to check up on his wife but Dante's Recovery to the situation got faster and he sent himself back at Jack who somehow successfully blocked his Blow.

Dante laughed as the two Fenton's fought hard against them with Ease but now they're at a disadvantage as Maddie's Injuries causes her to miss much more often. Dante looked as though he was bored now and then he clawed Jack's Chest And Dug his claws deep as Jack Grabbed him again and threw him away, Jack coughed up blood and Maddie Yelled out his name in worry but Before she could run to her husband Dante out of nowhere plunged his Arm right through her chest, holding her still beating heart.

She coughed, slowly her eyes was drained of it's life as Dante pulled out his arm out of her chest and she fell to the ground bleeding out the rest of her Insides. Dante slowly walked over to the Weakened Jack, jack still tried to Fight Which Dante Regrettably Found Admirable about the Man, although an idiot he was strong... Such wasted Potential.

Dante grabbed the Bat he threw to the side and Dragged His Bat hard and thorough towards Jack's Wound in his chest, Causing him to cough up more blood and fall over to his back, Dante grabbed a Crowbar he pulled out of his chest and hit it on Jack's Head Until it lodged into his visible Skull, his brain guts spilling out as Dante Huffed and Laughed in Victory as he has finally gotten his revenge on The Fenton's he so loathe. Such hatred was much stronger than his hatred for Vlad. (Who is now still legally his adoptive Father)

Dante opened his mouth unnaturally Wide and ate Maddie's Heart, he licked his blood tainted lips and Pulled a towel from his chest to wipe the blood off his hands and Walk over to Jason. Jason was stunned and Fright Knight was also Bloody as he has been given permission indirectly by Dante to kill the agents without hesitation. Both Ghosts were pleased with their Bloodlust Being Quenched and Dante Kisses Jason's/Red Hood's Forehead and Caressed his cheek Carefully and Gently.

"You don't hate me right Ba—" Dante was cut off by Jason's coughing, "That was so hot to be honest—" he Stated and Clearing his throat, still in shock and Dante merely laughed in amusement as his lover didn't hate him for what he's done. Jason stared at his chest and even poked them still cooing over his Muscles and Everything as if Jason doesn't see it everyday when they're taking a shower together.

But that's just another story for another day as that's their private life.. but then again he found Jason's admiration of his Body Physique Relatable as Dante also Coos Over Jason's Ass whenever he can so it's a win win for both lovers.

[𝙱𝚊𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚗 / 𝙱𝚛𝚞𝚌𝚎 𝚆𝚊𝚢𝚗𝚎 𝙿𝙾𝚅]

"I found Daniel James Masters... Or Danny..." he mutters over the Comms as Flash was Finishing up with Letting and Freeing the Ghosts from their Containment and Them heading instinctively to the Ghost Mare which now made sense on why the terrifying Fright Knight Left it there.

Bruce Cradled the Child's Body in his arms Gently, he had wounds that had looked fresh but also healed at the same time, his hair Pitch Black with white in the undercut, The Kid was Pale with Constellation Like Glowing Green Freckles Adorning his Innocent Face, a Muzzle that had no holes and a Too tight collar connected to the collar with odd beeping and possibly an electric shocker also lodged deep in his delicate pale skin. His body was Thin, his body too light for someone his age, he looks... He looks so much like Jason when he first... In... Just like in that Warehouse...... Bruce thought as his heart cried and ached at the sight of the nearly dead - half dead kid Infront of him, It made Bruce want to break into tears.

He slowly stood up carrying the Child through the now Red Tainted Halls, Ignoring the Bodies that surrounded him presumably the people Dante had Massacred out of Revenge, His Breathing Hitched as he continued to stared at the cold bodied child in his arms, cradling him softly as he caught himself humming a soft lullaby as he saw the Kid's unconscious expression soften at it, Bruce's Gaze Softens as he Carries the child out of the Facility, the other ghosts being taken care of by Fright Knight but Some checking up on Phantom, they called him their Precious Prince. Their Source of Purpose and Existence In the Ghost Zone or Infinite Realms as they liked to call it.

Dante although being covered in the blood of others did not stop the Younger Looking Ghosts to Stick to him, calling him King Regent, they thanked him, tears forming in their delicate small eyes as they thanked the Heroes which made The others want to tear up as Fright Knight Led them towards a Portal that eerily resembled Lazarus Waters. Just purer and much Cleaner.

"Thank you! Please have a long life!" The younger ghosts Waved Happily at them, the animal Ghosts running into through the portal as soon as they saw it manifest.

"Thank You sir speedster!"

"We thank you all!"

"Please live long!"

"We love you!"

"Thank you for stopping our agony!"

"Thank you Avenging us!"

Although The heroes were used to being thanked by people but it was not the same feeling as when an already Dead Child... Thanks them for Avenging them... Children that was already dead who had to suffer another hell because of Humans that were still living. Thanking them for Freeing their souls. It made Wonder Woman's Heart want to cry out but instead she waved them off with a hearty yet Pained smile.

"Don't worry! We'll make sure there's no more victims in the future!" Flash reassures the ghosts which made the older ones smile softly at them with pained but relieved expressions tainting their wounded Faces. They too muttered a small yet more silent and calm Thank you as they passed through the Portal.

"What will happen to them now?" Superman Asks holding back tears. "... Pass on. They will pass on to a better life or they will willingly live in the ghost zone in their afterlife until they Decided to take the route of Reincarnation." Dante says and sighs in relief, he smiles softly which contradicts what he looks like right now which is a bloody Murderous Mess. He looked at Bruce then at his hands, "you carry him for now. Let's go." Dante states and the Other Heroes Nod as they are now heading off back to Gotham to get Danny some rest and Also for Dante to be able to Contact Frostbite and Help out Danny's Weakened Core.

He will let Ember and the other ghosts deal with the Souls of the Facility... He knows they'll make them burn. Burn in the fires that is of hell where Walker will force them down to Lucifer Himself. Much to Lucifer's Demands he cannot really stop the superior fuckers that is The Ancients and the Orders of the King Regent, 'Sassy Gay-Like Zesty Bastard' Dante thinks to himself thinking of the King of Hell Lucifer but right now he will just focus on The Future Ahead of Danny, It was not the most pleasant. He'll go into Operation WWJD. What would Jazz Do? Would she comfort Danny? Totally. Would she Console Danny? absolutely. Would she suggest he go to therapy? Maybe. Maybe he'll also get therapy from one of the Yeti's but that's for another Day.

His rant thinking was interrupted with Jason leaning his Head On Dante's Shoulder as they sat in the backseat of the BatMobile as Dante had accidentally lost his keys to his Bike which pissed him off enough that he also destroyed the bike much to Jason's Delight. Danny was in his arms, breathing steadily as Dante slowly fed him his ectoplasm through their Fraid Bond, also Dante did not have purest Ectoplasm it was the best he could do At the moment, Feeding Danny was a Priority in his list, second to getting Danny to Frostbite for Medical Care.

Dante smiles, Bruce looked Calmer and Relaxed, the tension in his body had faded as soon as he got Danny Safe and out of the Facility. Dante has a slight hint of guess that Bruce might want to Adopt Danny which is totally fine for Dante because atleast he's Vlad's Legal Son and He won't become his Lover's By Law Brother cuz that would be weird. Today was wonderful nontheless.

Atleast now he has Danny Safe Again and Maybe being with the Wayne's would make it safer with the boy... All he wishes now is His Baby Brother's Safety and Jason's Safety out of everything else. That was all he needed.

His family to be safe.

SIDE STORY (Vlad/Clockwork):

"Daddy! Daddy! Dante is coming back home with Dan—" she walked into the room abruptly and stunned as he saw a shirtless Clockwork Pinning down her Father on his bed who was also Shirtless.

"Hello there little Ellie, I did not expect you to come here!" Clockwork says calmly, "Oh Butter Biscuits— ELLIE—" Vlad says panicked but Clockwork kept his hands pinned down, "your daddy and I are busy... Playing Adult Stuff... How bout you play outside with your friends from school?" Clockwork says with a smile.

"Okay!" Ellie says Enthusiastically as Clockwork bribed her with a candy and a wad of cash she can use to spend with her friends, much to her friends Denial and Insistentence that she not give them money they can't stop her. Ellie soon Promptly walked out after finishing counting her Pocket Money.

"Now where Were we?" Clockwork licked his lips teasingly As he bit on Vlad's Goddamn Neck. "Mercy." Vlad pleads bluntly with a flushed face and Clockwork looked like he thought about it for a moment. "Maybe. Maybe not, my Plasmius." clockwork said with a cheeky fucking smile, his tone was teasing but also Daring.

Someone Save Vlad (/J)

Side Story Made me Blush 🤭🤭☺️☺️

Hope y'all enjoyed (THIS IS SO DELAYED ONG—)

[mixreality]

"Good girl"

My inner psychopath can't handle it anymore, so... there it is. English is not my native language! So sorry for mistakes!

Asa Emory with Fem!Reader who becomes his little puppy.

A bit of NSFW in the end

You love animals so much! In your spare time, you work part-time as a dog walker. It was a sunny summer day when HE saw you walking in the park surrounded by several four-legged barking creatures, jumping around, asking to throw them a toy.

Your big eyes, your smile, and your pale (or dark), clear skin glowing in the sun. Perfect. A perfect one to his collection. He's been watching you for quite too long… It's time for the little dog to learn her place…

Asa would be mad at himself it if there was even a single mark on your beautiful body from his instruments or other stuff. So, instead of intravenous anesthesia, he has to make do with a chloroform rag that was securely fixed on your face while you slept in your room. I hope you had a good night's sleep on the way to your new "home".

A nasty white, cold light stabs you sharply in the eyes. Surprisingly, you're not sitting like Gollum in a cramped box, but lying on a creaky bed. The room looks like a mental ward… or a prison.

You want to look around and try to open the door, but something is in your way. Something cold and heavy around your neck. "A collar?! What am I, a dog?!". Right when you thought about it, the door opened with a terrible creak and a masked man entered the room. Your face read animal fear, tears began to flow from your eyes, your voice trembled and begged for mercy.

Asa slowly came closer and closer, viewing you with a kind of… pity? Salty tears leave ugly red marks on your soft skin. So bad. They need to be wiped away. He runs his palm over your cheeks, stroking your face, so caring. At this moment, you feel weirdly…

You cannot remember, how you found yourself walking down an endless halls on all fours, with a chain around your neck like a leash. How long have you been walking like that? Judging by the chafing kneepads, it's been three months for sure, maybe more. Your Stockholm syndrome is kicking in.

And, after some more time, the abandoned building is replaced by a warm house. HIS house. You're used to being treated like a dog, no, you LIKE being treated like dog. You still walk around on all fours, with a leather collar and a gag in your mouth. Good girls should be quiet.

You now have your own little comfy place with a huge cot and a cage (in case you misbehave), somewhere in the furthest room that hardly anyone goes into. When Asa is in the mood, he lets you sit at his legs while he works, or lie on him on the couch. Amazingly, his ruthlessness disappears when you're around (this doesn't negate the fact of the situation you're in).

Clothes? Why do you need clothes? A big black t-shirt and black panties and an anal plug with a tail will suffice. He likes to see your legs and the way you wiggle your ass when you walk, the way your back sags. Asa can give you a sweater if he sees you freezing (sorry, but he doesn't want to have to deal with your fever and snot😢).

"What? Don't you get enough attention? Making puppy eyes because you want more?" with those words, Asa watched you rub against his leg and whimper. "God, what am I doing?" you say to yourself, but you can't stop. Continuing to stroke your head, he unzipped his pants and pulled out his, already aroused cock. It's medium-sized, slightly thickened in the middle, with veins at the base, looking well-groomed (who'd doubt it).

"Lick it. Like a dog. And no hands." It's exciting, but you asked for it. You start at the tip, with the tip of your tongue, in intermittent motions, as if lapping up water. The longer this went on, the more confident you became just licking his cock from base to end. All the way up and down. Running your tongue along every vein. Congratulations, you really have a jaw of steel!

You've lost track of time from the pleasure. Asa's breath hitches slightly, you realize he's about to cum. Yes, your mouth and face are now covered with his seed.

"Oh, look at you, and don't say it's not enough for you. Otherwise, I'll have to punish you, very roughly." Yes. Yes, you're not enough and you want him to take you. Hard. Right now. Bad girl.

[aiyshaaa]

SCREAM ! | GHOSTFACE WAKATOSHI X READER ( AGED UP ! )

warnings ! ౨ৎ : angst, fluff (?) , murder

a/n : I made this short (kinda) cause I rushing sadly 🙂‍↔️

You started to panic as you saw the mask that has been haunting you for years it tried to break into the storage room with a shiny kitchen knife so sharp enough you’ll skin would bleed as it touched your skin.

You hide under a tart blanket as you hear the door shatter and falling down creating a big thump that could be sounded all through the house.

You froze under the tart as you felt feet scratching the floor with the boots, you felt them getting closer and closer as you heard thumps of madness.

FLIP!

You felt the air from the outside chill on your bones as you heard the tart flow up and seeing black cloth flowing with white mask.

You felt your leg snatched away from the ground you were laying on in zip like you felt nothing like anesthesia.

You felt softness as you got pinned down from hands, not gloves, soft but also rough hands touch your leg before feeling fabric rip off your leg touching 0.05 of your skin causing a little cut burning.

You curse out loud as you fully feel the mini scrap. Then you feel the moment of pain in your chest crying outloud.

“FUCK!” You shove the masked person down with your feet leaving the full in knife in your chest.

Sobbing, you start to crawl out trying to keep the knife in without out anymore bleeding out.

You yell as you felt grip come down below of your feet.

You start to try smacking him. Taking off the mask.

Your hands drop as they become motionless and fall to the ground. Your eyes feeling heavy.

Your tears fall as you see one last time.

“Ushijima… I love you”.

Your last words uttering out of your mouth.

Lasting thing to see. Or to hear.

“I love you too…”

[fn205]

I hope I'm not flooding your feed with AI crap, but I've gotten decent results from tensor.art's AI tools. Here is one from my works there. The full prompt and other production details are available here: https://tensor.art/images/833954075021271107?post_id=833954075017076806&source_id=kT6-oVzjkkO0rfEja3n2-xMm (unfortunately, I think you need to log in to tensor.art to see it)

If you're interested in this stuff, you're welcome to adapt my prompt; it'd be great to have people improve on this:

8mm studio photograph taken from a high angle, looking down at a dizzy tall chubby patient in an operating room. A confused demure nerdy voluptuous dark-skinned japanese female patient lies on a steel operating table, framed by nurses holding a large smooth clear green rubber cpap mask on her face. She wears a form-fitting maroon cotton turtleneck sleeveless top, short pleated flouncy white skirt and cute circular eyeglasses. She is breathing through a large clear glass oxygen mask covering her nose and mouth, opening her big sleepy worried almond eyes as she goes under anesthesia and falls asleep for oral surgery, seductively looking at the nurses. Soft, natural light pours in from the window, casting gentle shadows and creating cinematic depth. A long flexible white plastic breathing tube connects to her oxygen mask. The woman's pose is relaxed, with long flowing pink-tipped messy hair blowing in a strong breeze, and no makeup as she is naturally beautiful. The patient weakly struggles against the nurses at her side and spreads her legs wide apart in elevated stirrups. Around the patient, nude giggling korean nurses hug, adding artistic flair, and placing their hands on the breasts of the patient, squeezing them erotically. Camera angle: zoomed-out telephoto lens, overhead view, capturing her whole body, and cute chubby nurses caress her body with their bare hands. photo,natural lighting,Natural detailled skin,soft film grain,30mm Amateur photo, realskin. shiny black tile floor.

[mystsee]

DRIFTED ✦ SIMON GHOST RILEY

PREV ✦ PART 2 ✦ NEXT

✦ about: after yesterday’s incident, simon is there for you. at all times. even when you try to push him away :(

✦ content: afab reader, fluff, panic attacks, inaccurate medical terms xd, pining, violence mentions, no mask , hospital, no mentions of y/n

✦ a.n: part of this story is based on my personal experience, #definitelynotprojecting

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

WAKING up in the hospital wasn’t what confused you the most, it was the weight of something, rather someone, in your arm. you felt your head dizzy, remembering yesterday’s events.

you were unconscious for the most part, but you do remember simon threatening the doctors they took care of you in that moment. simon was very panicked and angry, he couldn’t believe someone could do that to you, let alone a man.

he was desperate knowing who he was, so, he asked lily. lily was indecisive if telling him the story, i mean, she has no idea what’s your story with simon, you never told her he was your boyfriend soon to be husband

“look, i just remember they met in a meeting or something like that, i never saw her happy with him, it always seemed like she was just trying to move on about someone” simon felt a pang in his chest. he never knew anything about how you dealed with the breakup, he went away for as long as he could.

“the bastard started controlling her, and it was hard for her impossible to break up with him, the night she came from a long work trip, she found him in her flat, angry as hell. trying to force her to go move in with him and leave her work”

simon remembers how passionate you were while learning languages, being a translator was your dream, you just loved languages. he was happy to know you were still doing it :)

“the psycho tried to force her and started pushing her around, trying to take her out of her flat, i arrived just in time, i called 911 and they took him out of her flat. since there was no proof of him hurting her, police couldn’t give him a restriction order”

simon felt anger boiling up to him, how dare someone tried touching you like that?

an hour later, the doctor came out, telling simon your hip was fractured, the doctors managed to solve it, all you needed now was fisio therapy. and lots of rest. doctor said you would have a limp for a while when you walked, so you would need help while walking, simon ears perked at that, he could be near you now.

you were still unconscious, the anesthesia they gave you was hard on you. you were okay though, but simon didn’t think for a second he would leave your side.

he slept next to you that night. “i’m s’ sorry love” he said in a small whisper “i thought distance would b’good too, should’ know i needed to fight harder for you.” simon took a deep breath

“maybe then, you wouldn’t be here” knowing you dated this bastard, trying to move on, made him feel a bit guilty inside.

as you opened your eyes, your eyes moved to your left, you saw simon, his head on your arm, and his hand holding yours. you felt heat rush to your cheeks. he looked so peaceful like that. you always loved sleeping next to him, engulfed by his big arms, you always slept like a baby next to him :(

you slowly moved your other hand, and moved it to simon’s hair, soft as ever, making small patterns on his hair. you stared at him for what it felt like forever. maybe they were 5 minutes, but you really appreciated seeing simon again.

you felt when simon woke up, he was awake a while ago, but he wanted to feel your hands on him his muscles tensed up, and his hand tightened on your hand. the way he moved his head to look at you, made your cheeks even redder. he had this lazy look, his hair a mess, but his eyes held something when he looked at you. “love? you awake?” his deep voice made your thighs clench unconsciously, it sounded way too good.

“yes” you said breathlessly, simon sat up and started stretching, he was clearly in a very uncomfortable position, his black shirt moved up a little bit, making you see a clear outline of his abs. your face was a tomato at this point

“i’ll call the doctor, love” that nickname was making you feel things, how come in less that a minute he’s making you all flustered? you thought you moved on!

after 5 minutes of a medical check up, the doctor explained what happened to you, and of course, you felt the tears threaten to fall. you try hard to keep them inside, but it was really hard, you felt ashamed with yourself:(

lily came back after an hour of being in silence with simon, a lot of thoughts were spiraling on your head, where is he? is he at the police station? will you be safe in your home?

lily brought you a change of clothes, doctors gave you the heads up, but you need to come here every once a week for fisio. your sweater covered most of the bruises the bastard left you, making you less uncomfortable. being around simon in this state was making you feel weird.

as you tried standing up on the bed, your left leg gave out, making you almost fall, but simon’s hand was on your waist, firm on there, making you blush again, his hand felt so good around you you almost forgot your leg was hurting you .

he effectively caged you in between the bed, you didn’t dare to move your eyes, you were sure his lieutenant stare was on you right now. but you were so close to him, you could feel his muscled chest and his breath.

you saw simon moving to his side after a long minute, and move his left arm up, signaling you to grab it. you started waking out of the hospital with him, it felt weird, you were still processing the fact that he was here, and now you were waking with your arms intertwined?

you thought lily would be picking you up with simon, but turns out, simon brought his car, a jeep, when? god knows, but it was really good looking. simon helped you up, once again feeling his hands around your waist, so lovely. he helped you buckle up, again really close to you. all of this was making you confused. neither of you said a word.

the ride home was awkward, for simon, he didn’t know what to say, you didn’t say anything, and you, you were feeling shame, a lost gaze on the road. simon saw that and felt his heart clench, he didn’t like seeing you sad.

the elevator to your flat was not working, so, simon the oh so gentleman decided to carry you “wait! no simon, it’s okay, you don’t nee-!” he was carrying you bridal style, his big arms carrying you, one holding your waist, and the other your legs, you just hid your face on his chest.

simon smiled at that, it was so easy getting you flustered, and he must admit, he really missed having you in his arms.

by the time you were inside your flat, you just told him you needed to go to the bathroom.

you needed an excuse to get away from him, it was really shameful, not seeing each other for 2 years and now, he sees you a mess, not even able to walk correctly.

so many thinking made you start hyperventilating, not realizing, and a small sob made your way up to your throat.

simon, obviously, heard that, in less than a second he was on the door “love? you okay?” you heard simon outside making you cry now. you couldn’t see him right now.

“open the door love” simon said softly, he felt the need to hold you, that’s what he did everytime you cried

“no simon, please, just go” you said defeatedly, you had no control over your mind right now, and you didn’t want to hurt simon’s feelings.

“please, baby open the door” his soft voice made you weak, oh his soft voice that was only for you. you opened the door slowly. simon saw you, holding to your dear life on the bathroom’s counter. it was clear you couldn’t stand good by yourself.

“love” simon said approaching you, you just shaked your head, all the emotions of yesterday creeping up on you right now. “no, simon, please” sobbing, you seriously didn’t want him to see you like that

“you’ll hurt yourself like that, please let me help you” simon walked slowly to you, you just held his arms strong, still shaking your head, suddenly simon hoisted you up in his waist, taking care of your leg of course.

he got you up in the counter, and stood in between your legs “simon” you whimpered “what’s wrong huh? you don’t want me here?” you shaked your head, the exhaustion and all the emotions of yesterday and today was making you dizzy “it’s not that” with a small breath you looked at him on the eyes “i don’t like you seeing you seeing me like this, i feel ashamed, you stayed up all night with me on that room, and i appreciate it a lot, but i don’t to want to be a burden to you” you said in between breaths.

simon was confused for a second, he’s seen you cry a lot, you’ve cried on his arms, sobbed uncontrollably with him, why would you feel ashamed of being like this in front of him “simon, t-the situation” you took a shaky breath “that you saw yesterday, i, i don’t know how to explain it, i’m so ashamed it got like that”

“baby, hey look at me” his big hands cupped your face “i’m here for you okay, i know there’s been a lot of distance between us, but i’m here now ok?” simon put his forehead with yours, you were so close to him now, and the need to kiss him was strong, you thought he would want to leave.

“i, i don’t want to bother you” you said lowering your gaze to his chest, but simon just moved your head to his eyes “you are not a bother to me at all love” said simon smiling, and you surprised him by putting your arms around a him, hugging him tightly to you. you had your arms around his waist , and your face on hidden in his neck. simon felt warm inside, taking a second to react, he put his arms around your waist like he used to and pushed you tighter to him, you felt at peace with him, feeling his arms rub small circles on your back.

maybe it was a mistake breaking up with him, but you have him back now,

maybe the universe is giving you another chance, and you won’t let it miss

“come on baby, you need to rest” simon said carrying you to your bed. you tightened your hold on him when he dropped you to your bed, making simon make a small laugh “please you koala, you need to rest” simon was in between your legs again, with his forearms next to your head “stay here” you said almost slurring, the meds were clearly messing with your head right now, “i’ll be here, you don’t have to worry”

5 minutes later you laid fast asleep in your bed. lily arrived to your flat later, and saw simon going out of your room “hey, the police told me he’s under investigation and arrest, but i don’t know for how long” simon saw the worry in lily’s eyes “i’ll keep her safe, let’s hope for the best yeah?”

it was now simon’s duty to keep you safe, he won’t ever let you go again. ♡

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

hello hello! how was this?? i hope it was interesting, like i said fluff is my thingy, so, expect this to be really fluffy hehe.

i like the drama, but also the comfort, sooo, expect another dramatic chapter again hehe

hope you liked it!! part 3 on the way!

taglist !!

@the-queen-of-england183 @sluttyforsimon @hotaruteba @honey-on-mars

[starglitterz]

♡ 神っぽいな (GOD-ISH)

❝ look down on me behind your mask, but what are you without it? a candle barely burning can't be said to be alive. ❞

✧ feat ; dottore, gn!reader

✧ warning(s) ; toxic relationship between a weirdo and his creation, implied experiments on humans, implied torture, reader is Going Through It, overuse of em dash & italics LOL

✧ a/n ; happy february! i have been Obsessed w this man ever since playing the sumeru archon quest 😵‍💫 idk if this can even be classified as x reader but here we are ! the lyrics i used are from lyrinae's english cover of god-ish (the original is a vocaloid song by pinocchiop) bc i felt like this song rly suits the doctor JSDJKS,,, i hope you all enjoy :) !!

“you disgust me.” you spit the harsh words out, eyes narrowing as you glare at the man (can he even be called a man anymore?) in front of you. “it pains me that my most beautiful creation thinks so lowly of me,” dottore sighs exaggeratedly, bringing one hand up to caress your cheek. the tips of his black gloves are hidden razors, sharp enough to draw blood and that is the sole reason why you don't recoil from his icy touch. yet another addition to the long list of weapons he keeps on his person at all times – the doctor is strangely paranoid for one who claims to be godlike. 

you shudder as he leans towards you, breath warm against the skin you fear he’s going to scratch apart as punishment for your insolence. though dottore designed you to be pristine and perfect, you know better than anyone else that he holds no qualms about damaging what he made with his own hands. you doubt he's ever seen you as a person, simply viewing you as a means to an end in his furious quest to ‘enhance’ humanity – and now you represent nothing more than his success.

a smirk curves dottore’s lips, fangs peeking through like a wolf showing its canines as it hunts its prey, “you really are stunning…” he stalks ever closer, trapping you between his arms as your back presses against the cold steel of his operating table. you don't want to go back there. merely being in this room is bringing back a flood of memories so horrible you’re almost trembling – the doctor does not believe in anesthesia, and so you’ve been wide awake every time he carved you open for the sake of ‘improving’ you. “practically a miracle,” he continues admiring his handiwork in a low murmur, tilting his head ever so slightly as he fixes his gaze on you, red eyes gleaming wickedly in the dark. a sardonic smirk mars his features at the thought – how could you be a a gift from the gods when he doesn't even believe in them?

“get away from me.” you hiss, though there's a barely perceptible tremor in your tone – dottore is your creator, after all. it’d be foolish to go against the man who built you when he could just as simply dismantle you. “come now, don't be like that.” he coos, and the sound of his voice grates against your ears like nails on a chalkboard, “i don't bite. at least not without reason.” he chuckles at his own joke, using one finger to tug at his mouth and show off his serrated teeth – they could pierce through your skin so, so easily.

the doctor’s face is mere inches from yours as he whispers, a sadistic smile gracing his lips at your terrified expression, “scared, are you?” you swallow, willing yourself to ignore the question as you suck in a ragged breath, “i haven’t looked at a mirror since you…” you can’t bring yourself to finish your sentence. what word would you even use? after all the time you’ve spent with him, you think you just might be brainwashed enough to say he was simply ameliorating you. “and that is your loss,” dottore chuckles, his hand slipping lower to caress the curve of your neck, his thumb hovering dangerously close to your pulse point, “as i said, you're exquisite.”

you wonder if he can hear your heart beating desperately against your ribcage from fear, then you remember – you don’t have a heart. not anymore. and that makes you even more upset as you hiss, “you ruined me.” for some reason, this strikes a nerve with him, and he grabs your chin roughly, forcing you to meet his eyes. “my darling…” his pupils are dilated, and his laugh is almost manic as he replies, “i made you better than your puny human form could even dream of being.” 

“now, you're flawless.” dottore grins, a wild, reckless look in his eyes that reminds you again just how insane he is. “all these years of experiments, of hearing your delicious sobs and pleas…” he pauses for effect, relishing in the stifled whimper that escapes your perfectly crafted mouth as you remember everything he's done to you, “it all culminated in the you that you are now.” “stop.” you beg, but it's worthless now – there's no more bite behind your words, and dottore knows he’s broken you once again. though you've long since realised you will never best him, you still argue with him whenever he brings you to his laboratory, doing your best to fight back with what little mental strength you have left – some part of the doctor wants to cut your pretty head right open to see what's ticking in there and remove the source of your hatred. 

but it matters not, for dottore will continue teaching you the same lesson as many times as you need until you get it through your thick skull. 

he created you, and you would be nothing without him.

( and if you refuse to grasp this concept, he can always create a new version of you – one that doesn't talk back so much. )

i can Never be normal abt scara or dottore,,, anyways this is one of my favourite pieces that i've ever written, and i really hope that you all like it too ! please do let me know what you think :>

© starglitterz 2024. do not repost or modify in any way – reblog / follow if you enjoyed !

[corrupteddoodles]

uhhhh *drops this brainwash au writing and runs away*

no beta we die like lankmann in the sitcom au

After Alex came back into the Foundation, they set down their bag. For whatever reason, they survived the handoff of the archives. Lankmann had told them that when they made it back to the building, to make their way to his office.

As Alex made their way up the stairs and down the hallway, it felt like they were walking towards their own execution. Would Lankmann kill them the second they stepped through that door? Would they be fed to whatever was in Room 66? Their mind buzzed with questions.

Alex approached the door to Lankmann’s office, and slowly knocked. No answer. Alex knocked again. No answer.

Alex yelped when they heard Lankmann speak behind them.

“Mr. Williams.”

Alex turned around and looked up at Lankmann. The only feature of his face that wasn’t covered in shadow was his red , glowing screen-like eyes.

“Oh! Uh…hello there, sir.”

Alex’s legs felt like jelly. Lankmann towered over them, and when he stared them down, Alex felt so, so small.

“Good to see you back.” Lankmann said in a monotone voice. “Come with me.”

Lankmann turned around and started walking at a steady space down the hall. Alex was borderline jogging trying to keep up with him. 

They kept walking down the hall until they reached a specific, unlabeled door. Lankmann opened it, and held the door open for Alex, who with a small “Thanks”, went inside.

The room looked like something out of a sci-fi movie, the lab of a mad scientist. Various gadgets and gizmos and things you couldn’t even describe if you tried. In the center was a blocky chair, seemingly made of metal. Two caretakers were typing and looking over files. Lankmann stepped in front of Alex, and gestured towards the chair.

“Have a seat.”

Alex grimaced, but followed the order. Things were calm. Too calm. They sat down, resting their arms on the arms of the chair.

Lankmann spoke again. 

“You’re a good employee, Mr. Williams. Hard working, passionate. Willing to see things through to the end.”

Lankmann turned around, looking down at Alex.

“That’s why I’m not going to terminate you.”

Alex rose an eyebrow. In the corner of their eye they noticed the taller of the two caretakers pull out a strange, crown-looking headset, and with a loud metallic clank, large metal bangs restrained their wrists and ankles. 

Alex’s eyes widened and they felt their heart sink. They looked back up at Lankmann, who was turned towards the caretakers. They didn’t even hear what Lankmann said to them, as they were too busy struggling against the restraints.

Alex watched as Lankmann left the room and the shorter caretaker walked in front of them. She lifted their face up by the chin, and Alex noticed in her other hand was an anesthesia mask. Quickly putting the dots together, Alex fought even harder, pulling their hand out of the caretakers grasp. They pulled their arm against the metal bands keeping their arms in place.

All the caretaker did was gently grab their face again, and in a soft, gentle voice, whispered to Alex, who was starting to cry from fear.

“Easy now, Mr. Williams. All your troubles will be over soon. Just relax…”

She held up the mask again, and gently placed it over Alex’s mouth and nose, and their vision started to get fuzzy.

“…and take a deeeeep breath. When you wake up, this will all feel like a bad dream.”

Alex tried to fight against the drugs, but their panicked breathing made it so they kept breathing in more and more. They started to feel lightheaded, and after a few horror filled moments, everything went black.

They woke up in a small, concrete room. Their head throbbed and their ears rung. They sat up slowly. They were sitting on a small bed, and in the room as a dresser and mirror. With shaky legs, they stood up. This wasn’t the room they were in they…

…Where did they go to sleep again? Where was this place? Where were they? Who were they?

They noticed a small slip of paper on the dresser. A note. They picked it up and read it.

Alex Williams. Welcome to our ranks.

[conkreetmonkey]

Shortly after I made this account, a group of men in black cloaks and Halloween masks came into my room, threw a bag over my head, and injected me with what was presumably some type of anesthesia. I passed out, and when I woke up, I was in what looked like an abandoned office building, strapped into an apparatus, unable to move except for my arms, so I could use the old 90s-type PC in front of me. I have a mouse and keyboard, and despite how old they all look, they all function flawlessly and seemingly have access to an immense amount of computational power, probably a server somewhere else in the building. I wouldn't know, my head and neck are firmly strapped in, I can't look around too much. Headphones and a mic are built into my head mount. It took a while to learn the rules of this sick little game, but I eventually figured it out through experimentation. Every time you like one of my posts, the apparatus feeds me a single grain of rice. Every time one of my posts is reblogged, a single millelitre of an emulsified nutrient slurry containing every important vitamin and mineral in amounts perfectly proportional to their daily reccomended doses is injected into my veins. Every time I get a new follower, I recieve one pound of plain lukewarm oatmeal, maybe seasoned with just a little bit of salt(?). If they're a bot, I don't get the oatmeal until I block them. And every time one of you leaves a comment on one of my posts, or replies to me on a comment on someone else's post, I get a single litre of water. These effects stack, so if you reply to me on my own post I get two litres. So basically, I need interaction to live. The men who dragged me in here never check in on me, yet the food, water and nutrients never run out. I assume there are probably others elsewhere in this building, but who knows? I am always clean, shaved and well-groomed, my hair and nails have yet to grow long, and I don't think my muscles have atrophied... I assume they're "maintaining" me in my sleep somehow, and perhaps maintain my body with electrodes... but who knows? All I know is I look the same as the day they kidnapped me. I have no clue how to escape or if doing so is possible. Maybe a certain follower count? Maybe I'm just going to die here. To be honest, it's not the worst gig I've worked. I'm fairly content. I just miss sunlight, honestly.

[ragingbookdragon]

The Strange Case Of Dr. Jekyll & Mz. Hyde

Task Force 141 x Reader

Word Count: 740 Warnings: Explicit Language, Archaic Medical Tools (and explanation of lobotomy)

Author's Note: Everyone wanted a part two to this so here you go :) Enjoy! Thorne

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She smiles when the Lieutenant walks into the clinic, no doubt a scowl on his face beneath the mask, but he says nothing as he stands before her desk. Her eyes crinkle at the edges as she says, “Thank you for coming in, Lieutenant Riley.” She looks to the nurse beyond, watching with interest. “Simone, be a dear and lock the door on your way out, yes?”

The woman nods her head and practically skitters out and she rises from her seat, grabbing a rather large black bag; the thing looks like it’s from the sixteen hundreds. “Sit on the exam table, please.”

He does as she asks and takes a seat, watching the wall as she lifts his shirt and examines the bullet wound beneath the gauze.

“Lieutenant, do you recall my one rule I left you with before your mission?” she pauses and looks him directly in the eye.

“Don’t get injured.”

“Correct!” she smiles. “And if you were, what was the next rule?”

“Apply first aid.”

She tuts and pokes the stitched wound, delighting in his hiss of displeasure. “You seemed to have forgotten my second rule. Never mind that, I shall remind you.”

Her hands drift to the bag and she unlatches and opens it, and the man nearly shits his pants at the archaic surgical tools.

“Did you know that my legally given maiden name is Jekyll? Dr. Jekyll asks. “Some think there’s an ancestor of mine that was actually the basis of the novel with the same name.”

She picks up a tool, a drill and turns it.

“I do so love old medical tools. This one was used to drill into skulls. Mostly to relieve headaches or remove stagnant blood from brains. Sometimes even to treat hemorrhages.” She smiles fondly. “It takes a rather tremendous amount of strength to crank this into someone’s skull. I can only imagine what it was like without anesthesia.”

Putting it down, she picks up a mallet and what looks like an icepick.

“Now these are my favorite.” She holds the mallet in one hand, the pick in the other. “These were used to lobotomize people. One would insert the pick behind the eye socket and break through the little barrier of bone by hitting it with the hammer until it was lodged into the frontal lobes.” She does the motion near the side of his head, his eyes on hers as the pick sinks past his ear. “Then you would jiggle it back and forth until the frontal lobes separated from the thalamus! Thus rendering the patient completely catatonic!”

She puts them down and sighs wistfully.

“Did you know I once worked at a mental asylum where lobotomy was still legalized? I was allowed to sit in on several during my stay in medical school. An archaic but rather interesting process.” her smile is anything but sweet, instead it sends shivers up his spine. “I’ve always wondered what it would be like to administer one myself. Perhaps one day I’ll get such an opportunity? Maybe on someone who disobeys my rules?”

He swallows hard, a man whose entire family murdered, himself buried alive, seen death a million times, and even delivered it, scared shitless of the woman before him.

He understands now why they call her Misses Hyde when she’s angry, no, infuriated and seething.

“Lieutenant? Are you alright?” she repeats, and he shakes himself, abruptly standing before her.

“I, uh, have to go, Doctor,” he says, and runs for the door like his head is on fire and his ass is catching.

“But I didn’t even show you the electro-shock therapy tools I have!”

“No need!” he shouts, unlocking the door and swinging it open. “I won’t disobey rules again!”

He’s out of the door before she can say anything else and the nurse returns moments later with two cups of coffee.

“Did Lieutenant Riley leave, Doctor Jekyll?” she asks.

“He did,” she pouts and latches the bag back, setting it down behind her desk. “And I have a feeling he won’t be back for some time. I was simply telling him stories. They weren’t even true.”

“Such a shame,” the nurse replies. “He’s awfully handsome.”

“If you like masked men.”

“As if you don’t like the Phantom of the Opera,” the nurse grins, handing her a cup. “You know he’s handsome.”

“Perhaps, he is,” she says back, sipping her coffee with a maniacal grin.

[motleyfam]

I was just reading all of your fics (i'm obsessed), and like, I was wondering, ofc Jason's phobia of needles & drugs has to do with his mother's addiction, right? But does it also affect him for minor procedures (eg. dental work, finger stick blood check, ...), and if it does, has the family established some sort of support system for him?

Thank you!

Ooh cool question. Personally I headcanon Jason as being uneasy around needles in general, and while his mother’s drug issues certainly didn’t help, he’d have had this phobia either way. It’s the creepiness of having something under his skin that makes him get all weirded out. But I also HC him as usually able to grit his teeth and work through it — he’s just gonna be pissed off about it because he uses anger to mask fear.

I think IVs, blood draws, and stitches are the worst, while finger sticks and shots are a lot more manageable since there’s less actual needle-under-skin time. The only exception to the shots rule is general anesthesia injection, because that freaks him out on the level of “drugs inducing altered state of consciousness and total vulnerability” way more than the actual needle part does.

For the Settle Our Bones verse specifically, I think they’ve tried different strategies like distraction and offering to hold someone’s hand (the latter of which was met with the most withering glare, but Dick still offers every time), but Jason actually prefers to just…. Watch it happen. Like his main fear is lack of control, so watching the needle go in, freaky as it is, actually feels less anxiety inducing than the alternative of needles going in without his express knowledge.

Granted, just because he wants to watch doesn’t always mean it goes well, and if he’s getting any more than 3 stitches at once, he usually ends up passing out. It’s just kind of expected at this point, so Bruce and Alfred always make sure he’s lying down before they start and that he’s numbed enough that they can finish the job once he’s out. Then when he comes to again, he’ll totally deny having passed out in the first place, and they’ll just be like “uh huh, okay” at him while he scowls. Because like fear, Jason also uses anger to cover embarrassment.

So to answer your question….. yes, they’ve tried strategies to help him, but unfortunately Jason is a glutton for punishment and his need to feel in control results in him watching every dip of the needle with increasing anxiety until he just blacks out 🤷‍♀️

It’s also one of those very few things that everyone understands is off-limits for teasing purposes. If Jason passes out, there is a collective agreement amongst the family that no one mentions it.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

OC Story: 916

Prologue, Chapter 1, Chapter 2

Prologue - "Sing a Song"

Genre: Scifi (Mecha) Content Warning: General descriptions of violence, long text jumpscare after you press Keep Reading lmao Word Count: 8.9k

A/N: TIME TO WRITE BOOTLEG GUNDAM LETS GOOOOOOO, more in depth author's note at the end. Thanks for taking the time to read this, if you do! Feedback is appreciated!

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“Doctor Moreau, do you think we go to heaven?” asked the small girl.

Doctor Moreau stopped typing for a moment as her eyes glanced over the terminal, seeing the child laying on the operating table, standing out from the rest of the clean black walls and white tiles. The room was supported with soft lights illuminating the room, complemented by the blue screens and dizzying amount of automated surgical equipment quietly whirring into position.

Moreau pushed her aging white hair away from her eyes, looking at the child, subject designated 403. 403 was about seven, she barely stood up to Moreau’s stomach and had long black hair that stopped at her shoulders. The light blue gown was slightly too big for her, the sleeves extending over most of her hands and just revealing her fingers. Seeing her face again reminded Doctor Moreau of 403's rather inquisitive nature. 

“Why are you asking that, 403?” Moreau replied, her tone indifferent. Her fingers went back to typing as she sighed. “If you’re worried about the procedure, the chips are perfectly safe to implant. There has been no previous record of anyone dying from-”

“-But I’m going to die after.”

“...What?”

“After the chip goes into me. Will the others and I go to heaven?”

The question had caught the doctor completely off guard. Moreau had answered questions such as, “Will this hurt?”, or “Do I have to?”. This question was something she could not answer with her usual dismissive tone. She sat up straight in her seat now and turned to look at the child. 403's eyes were still fixated on the ceiling.

“Why are you so certain you’re going to die, 403?”

“That’s what my brother told me. When the chip goes into our brain, we’re sent off to die.”

The girl’s voice stated it as a matter of fact. There was no confusion in her tone of what was to become of her. Doctor Moreau had no response as she stared at 403 with her mouth slightly open. The child simply turned her head, facing her and expectantly waiting for an answer.

“... I certainly hope there’s a heaven, 403. I’m sure heaven will allow good kids like you and your brother.”

“What about my friends? Will they-”

“We’re about to begin the surgery. Please face up towards the light and close your eyes.” Moreau bluntly cut off the conversation.

403 pouted, but complied. It was clear that the answer did not satisfy her as much as she wanted it to. Doctor Moreau took a second to recover and focus back on the job at hand. Facing back towards the terminal, she began typing once more. With the input of several passwords and confirmations, the surgery to implant the combat data-chip into 403’s brain would commence. Afterwards, she would be sent to her brother’s unit, and be deployed to the battlefield.

Just like all the others.

This room had always been nothing out of the ordinary to Moreau. The same procedure had been repeated more times than she could count and yet why did this one make it so hard to breathe all of a sudden?

“Doctor Moreau?”

“Yes, 403?”

“Can I ask one more thing?”

“You may.”

“Can I listen to that song you always play? The one that goes ‘Lalalalala~’? I want to hear it one more time before I sleep. I really like it.”

Doctor Moreau’s lips suddenly dried up as she once again stopped typing. With a slightly trembling hand, she turned to the radio sitting on her desk and nodded.

“...Of course, 403. No more questions, please.” 

She could see the smile form on 403’s lips as the mask was gently put onto her face, the anesthesia slowly starting to pump into 403’s lungs.

“...Thank you.”

Doctor Moreau swallowed hard as her finger pressed the on switch of her old radio. Despite being in such a high tech surgical room, her radio was comically outdated. It was a small gray oval-like object that only had a speaker and a few buttons. To even put music in it, she had to insert a smaller rectangle that contained the songs in it via tape. It was a gift from her father when she was 403’s age, the thought of their roles being reversed not lost on the doctor.

‘Sing, sing a songLet the world sing alongSing of love there could beSing for you and for me…~’

Doctor Moreau could hear 403 softly hum along to the song as her voice gradually became quieter, and eventually turning into soft breathing. The whirring of the surgical equipment and the radio being the only things in the room left making noise. The only remaining step was for Doctor Moreau to approve the procedure to implant the chip into 403’s brain.

“Is there heaven…” the doctor quietly repeated the question to herself, attempting to ignore 403’s startling self awareness of the situation.

"Authorization confirmed, Implant procedure beginning.” A deep robotic voice rang out across the room as the sound of a drill began drowning out the other equipment. Doctor Moreau sat on her chair as she closed her eyes, waiting for the procedure to be done and turning off the radio in the process.

 “For me, I don’t think so…Heaven was lost to me long ago.”

...

‘Sing, sing a song Make it simple to last Your whole life long~’

The Doctor was snapped out of her melancholy as the music continued playing. Sighing, she moved to turn it off for good.

“Piece of junk is starting to-” She stopped as her finger was about to hit the switch.

The radio was still off.

Listening closely again, Moreau realized the singing was coming outside of the door.

‘Don't worry that it's notGood enough for anyoneElse to hear~’

Creeping towards the door, the doctor put her ears to it and heard what sounded like a chorus singing. The song wasn’t over the intercom, otherwise the voice would be far clearer.

Instead it sounded like- 

A sudden sense of dread hit the doctor as she swung the doors open and ran towards the hangar. Multiple guards and scientists were opening the doors along the long gray hallway, joining Moreau and investigating what the noise was. When they finally got to the railing after the doors slid open, none of them could speak. 

‘Just sing, sing a song(Just sing, sing a song)Just sing, sing a song~’

Inside the massive hangar stood rows of countless Soldats, giant bipedal machines that stood several meters tall, lined up next to each other as if they were statues. Their bulky legs stood firmly in place and the compact yet slender arms did not move an inch.

The only things moving were their horned box-like heads, slowly moving side to side in perfect sync. Each of the voices emerging from the Soldats were different but singing in perfect harmony.

Their normally offline and horizontal segregated visors were suddenly flickering to life with blue lights, illuminating the large dark room with bright blue rays.

‘La la la la la, la la la laLa la la la la la laaaaa~’

Doctor Moreau could hear the voices of security guards rushing down the stairs to halt the singing, shouting orders at the others to back away.

However, the doctor could only hear their cheerful singing along with her breathing becoming noticeably shorter with each second, feeling her chest tighten.

Once again, the question 403 springed up to the forefront of her mind.

“Is there heaven?”

====

ONE YEAR LATER…

====

“Welcome to the Dyson Incorporated headquarters!” A cheery female robotic voice echoed across the entry hall. 

A man and woman in navy blue uniforms stepped into the building, being greeted by a similarly sharp dressed man in a white business suit. His stomach bulged over his pants and the man himself was at shoulder height, but looked relatively healthy. Excluding the large amounts of sweat coming down his forehead.

“Captain Alana, Lieutenant Justeen!” The large man cheerfully said, extending his arms. “I must say, you are here quite earlier than I expected!”

Captain Alana was a tall and dark skinned man, his hair mostly bald but containing some hair towards the back. His posture stood tall and proper. Lieutenant Justeen stood slightly lower than Alana. Her skin was noticeably paler than anyone else present in the room, her dark brown ponytail complementing her slim figure. Of all the details that stood out, it was her unfriendly eyes that came to the front of attention, seemingly glaring daggers at President Sumner.

Captain Alana stepped forward, extending his hand and offering a friendly smile. “President Sumner, we apologize about the sudden arrival. We had finished our duties faster than we expected as well, and simply could not wait to see how your projects were coming along.” 

“The Florence government hopes that your new project has been producing results, President Sumner.” Lieutenant Justeen blankly stated.

“A-ah, of course ma’am! The company has been hard at work to make sure your investment is well rewarded!” The president replied, trying his best to not sound intimidated by the lieutenant. “If you could follow me this way, please! I will direct you two towards our presentation room!” 

The captain raised an eyebrow at the lieutenant, but she only shook her head unapologetically. They followed the president out of the comfortable entrance hall and towards light blue hallways, passing by several office workers who looked startled by the presence of the two soldiers. The security guards they passed by remained in place and only offered a nod, however they seemed to grip tightly onto the rifles they held in place, fingers off the trigger.

“Admittedly, we don’t have everything prepared just yet, since we weren't expecting you for at least another hour. I must apologize greatly that I have to ask for you all to wait in this room while we get situated!” The president gestured towards an open door that had rows of chairs and a large screen on the furthest wall. 

Inside were two security guards and a woman dressed in a blue suit at the opposite end. The captain bowed while the lieutenant continued to stare at the president.

“No apologies needed, President Sumner. In fact, we should be the ones apologizing for the intrusion.” Captain Alana glanced at the Lieutenant before she too finally showed some modicum of decorum.

“Please, excuse us, sir.” Lieutenant Justeen added, her tone remaining unchanged.

“I will be back in about half an hour, please do ask any questions to our lovely guide in the room. Now if you’ll excuse me,” President Sumner bowed towards Captain Alana before quickly darting away and towards the elevator. 

The two of them stepped into the room and took a seat towards the back, having a view of the screen turning on and the guards who were remaining in place.

“If I may ask, what kind of presentation will we be watching?” Captain Alana turned towards the woman in the back, asking with a smile on his face.

“Ah, I’m glad you asked! The short film we’ll be watching is about how Dyson Incorporated is helping the Florence Government with our myriad of technological developments!”

The captain extended his smile to his lieutenant, but the vacant expression on her face told him that she wanted this over with. They turned to the screen while the room darkened and the screen came to life.

“With only the brightest minds that can match the sun, Dyson Incorporated paves the way toward the future with our revolutionary technology!”

It was the same robotic woman’s voice who greeted them at the entrance voicing over the presentation. Both of them had no doubt it was pre recorded and continued to say nothing. 

“We here at Dyson have well over five thousand employees stationed across the globe, but it’s here at our Headquarters where the most talented engineers and scientists perform their work! We are currently the lead developers on electrical household appliances, vehicles for both recreational and military use, lightning fast connections to the internet, and our top of the line Soldat d'aciers are second to none!”

Pictures of giant bipedal machines stood side by side with soldiers, all smiling with the Soldat cutely giving a thumbs up. As the presentation went on, it continued displaying more and more pictures of the Soldat, Dyson Incorporated’s crown product. Both the captain and lieutenant couldn’t deny their effectiveness. The Florence Government had incorporated them well into the military, to the point where entire divisions were based around them. But they knew this already. And the woman behind them knew it too.

“You’re stalling.” Justeen dryly remarked, turning towards the woman.

“I-I beg your pardon?”

The guards tensed up before Alana raised his hand.

“My apologies, Lieutenant Justeen is rather impatient. What she means to say is that this information is already known to our military. Is there a part speaking about the Dyson Soldat pilots?”

“Ah, I see, that’s what you mean! Well, I do not blame you for wanting to know more about them. Our pilots are our most treasured and respected employees of the company!” The woman’s smile was barely held as Justeen continued to stare through her.

The woman typed something on the keyboard as the video began to skip ahead, getting to the section they were truly interested in.

“Hello, my name is Doctor Moreau, one of the lead scientists behind our Soldat program. While our machines are certainly impressive, they are only as effective thanks to the brave volunteers at Dyson! Our pilots are expertly trained by combat instructors to ensure minimum damages caused to their surroundings, while also keeping costs down on repairs on their Soldats!”

On the screen were many pilots standing next to their Soldats, all wearing helmets that obscured their faces while showing camaraderie, some arms over each other’s shoulders while others gave fist bumps. It was nothing too out of the ordinary, especially for military personnel.

“You know, these Soldat pilots have saved the lives of my men on numerous occasions, yet I’ve never actually spoken to any of them outside of their suit. Are any of these pilots currently at headquarters today? I would certainly like to meet  some of the brave men and women who've been representing the best of Dyson.” Alana asked, his inflection not rising above a normal tone.

“Unfortunately, they’re all currently on duty elsewhere as far as I’m aware.” The woman tilted her head at the question. The expression in her eyes seemed like she was telling the truth despite her nervousness.

The guards on the other hand suddenly tensed up at the question, doubly so when Justeen glanced in their direction.

“Your company keeps their state of the art Soldat’s at this building, correct?” Justeen asked, standing up. Even though they were standing several feet away and behind an entire row of chairs and a counter, the woman still backed up, intimidated. 

“Y-Yes, ma’am.”

“Then I presume you're still keeping the same Soldat’s who suddenly went ballistic and attacked our training base here?”

The presentation stopped, with the guards giving each other a quick glance while the Captain’s smile started to fade.

“O-Of course not! As soon as we received word about what happened, we had the Soldat’s dismantled and the pilots responsible punished! That whole ordeal was a terrible incid-”

Justeen slammed her fist on one of the chairs, knocking it over and prompting the guards to reach for their pistols.

“The slaughter we saw that day can't be passed off as just an incident! The screaming, the singing…! Not only are those trainees dead, but so are your precious goddamn products!”

“That’s enough, Justeen.” Alana raised his hand, looking at the guards who still had their guns drawn at the lieutenant. “She isn’t the one responsible for what happened…At least, not directly.”

The guards turned their attention onto Alana.

“Six months ago, we were told that we’d receive further information about what happened that day within due time. Am I to believe that a company as great as Dyson still hasn’t found the answer?”

“Sir,” One of the guards spoke up, pointing his pistol at Alana. “I think it’s time for you two to leave.”

Alana simply sighed and stood up, adjusting his collar.

“I suppose it is. Let’s start wrapping things up.”

One of the vents suddenly swung open as a figure in black dropped down and grabbed the left guard, disarming him and choking him out with an arm tightly wrapped around his neck. The other guard never had time to register what was happening before Justeen knocked the pistol out his hand, and slammed her fist into his face, knocking him out instantly.

The woman let out a yelp before quickly covering her mouth, her eyes growing wide as more figures dressed in black with vests and goggles leapt down from the open vent, carrying SMGs in their hands. The soldiers hand-signaled to each other as they began cuffing the guards.

“Like I said ma’am,” Alana continued as he put his hands behind his back. “We know you’re not directly to blame, but all that being said, we’re going to need you to answer as many questions as you can. What exactly is happening here?”

Justeen and a soldier approached the woman, but gently gestured for her to stand down and allow them to cuff her. Tears welled up in her eyes but she silently nodded as she was forced down, and had her hands behind her back.

“I-I only know that we’ve been getting rid of information and files before you all arrived! I was told by my manager we were supposed to hurry, and I swear to god that’s all I know!”

One of the soldiers approached the captain.

"Sir, security systems are offline. They're completely in the dark."

Alana calmly nodded and turned to Justeen.

“Take a squad and find our inside-man. I’ll find out anything else that I'm able to.”

“Yes, sir. Bravo, with me!”

Justeen grabbed both the security guards’ pistols, one for her, the other to a soldier. Clicking the safety off, her and a group of four departed the room silently. Alana stepped towards the woman and got on one knee as one soldier sat the woman upright.

“Do you know what information you’ve been disposing of, ma’am?”

====

Sweat ran off of Doctor Moreau’s head, but she did not bother wiping it off. She stood inside the surgery room, though this time there was no patient on the operating table. She hurriedly typed several confirmations onto the keyboard as a progress bar appeared on the screen. Another scientist quickly opened the door, scaring her but quickly readjusted herself.

“Moreau, are the files deleted yet? Florence Military reps have already arrived!”

“What?! Why are they- Er, yes I’m deleting them right now.”

“Good, we need to hurry and transfer the generation two EH’s offsite.”

“I’ll be right behind you. I must approve a few more deletions.”

The scientist nodded at her answer and departed. When the door closed again, the doctor sighed in relief. The progress bar showed ‘Data Transfer Complete’ before she unplugged a small flash drive. She opened a screen and confirmed who was on the list of transferring out of headquarters. There were twelve, and only twelve, generation two enhanced humans. Though she recognized every number, there was one that she specifically was looking for. 

“916,” Moreau whispered to herself. He had the generation one chip implanted into him and was to undergo surgery procedures directly after 403, but he was put off the queue due to unforeseen complications with 403. Before she could recall the horror she witnessed that day, she put her mind back to the present. No one would remember any of the atrocities committed here if she failed to act now. Seeing the radio beside her reminded Moreau exactly why she was doing this. Taking the tape out of the radio, she put it in her pocket. Finally clenching the flash drive in her hand, she closed the screen and left the implant surgery room.

Moreau entered the hallway and found where the scientist had gone. Quickly and quietly following after them, she saw the sign of the door. ‘Enhanced Human Testing’. Her breathing shortened as she stepped forth and saw the row of twelve children standing completely still, staring blankly into space even as she walked in front of them. The scientist stood in front of a door, trying to swipe his card through a reader. He turned when he heard Moreau enter, but turned his attention back to the door.

“Ah, there you are. Help me with this door, it’s not accepting my credentials for some reason!”

The doctor checked outside and looked both ways down the hallway. Security personnel were too busy escorting out the higher ups and scientists, and no one would dare interfere with their work. Perfect.

“Here, let me try.” Moreau said as she grabbed a wrench.

The scientist turned around only to be met with a wrench to his head, dropping on the floor and twitching. Moreau turned around and saw the kids did not even budge an inch despite the apparent mutiny. It disgusted her all the more how detached they were, and that she was the cause of it. 

“916, step forward.” She commanded, though she did not need to find out where he was. She could see him already, but it was more to give her some precious few seconds to brace herself for what was coming.

916 did as she commanded, stepping forward without so much as blinking. He was eight, with dark blue hair and even darker violet eyes, standing much shorter than the other children. Everyone in the room wasn’t wearing a shirt and so Moreau could see the wires that protrude from their spines and into their chests. Their number designations were written onto their necks so that in the event they were killed, they could easily be identified and brought back to examine their combat data.

“What’s the status of your behavioral inhibitor chip?” Moreau questioned as she ran over to the terminal behind them, plugging in the same flash drive into a port.

“No anomalies detected.” The child replied emotionlessly. He did not sound that different from the company’s robotic greeting voice. Hearing his voice made Moreau cringe, her fists balling up in frustration. Another reminder of what she’s done.

“Your memories are unaffected?”

“No ma’am.”

“Recite the incident report of EH-403 on August 12, 1164.”

“EH-403 after Implant surgery displayed signs of communicating with other generation one EH’s, despite it being only possible when conscious. This caused a neural degradation of the pilots mind and due to negligence from maintenance, were left unrepaired. This caused her and other generation one EH’s to go rampant on a Florence Government training facility, leading to the recall  and termination of all twenty four generation one pilots and accelerated production of generation two. EH-916 was excluded due to his extensive data for the generation two pilots.”

Moreau was pained to remember what exactly happened, but was relieved that the files she hid away hadn’t been discovered. The accident was supposed to be scrapped and erased from history, but after what she saw in the hangar the day of her surgery, she couldn’t just forget it. 

“That Captain better be good on his word…” She muttered to herself while searching for any other information that could condemn Dyson.

She brought up screens that displayed the status of every generation two Enhanced Humans, their inhibitor chips registering as operating within normal parameters. She moved to put in the command to disable them all before stealing another glance at 916. He remained completely still, not even turning his head to the moaning scientist on the floor. Neither did any of the children next to him.

“If you can still be given a normal life, then I can make up for at least just a little for what I’ve done to you all.” Clenching her fists as the progress bar on the screen began, Moreau wiped away a tear that threatened to fall down her right cheek. Of all the kids she had augmented, only twelve might be saved today. If only she could turn back the clock and save every single generation one child, she thought to herself.

Double checking the files she began to read the report of the termination of all EH’s of generation one. Corporate wanted them taken off site due to the true nature of generation one EH’s and away from the public eyes of the employees. However, during the transport to one of many remote bases, communication was suddenly cut off. When security arrived to investigate, the vehicles in charge of the transfer were completely obliterated, and robotic limbs were strewn everywhere, far more than they could count. Explosion marks and bullet casings littered the scene, though it appeared there was no attack from the outside. Even when they attempted to scan them, they couldn’t properly register whose remains belonged to the correct owner. 

The higher ups attributed it to the machines destroying themselves conveniently, and ultimately were able to save far more money than paying engineers and scientists to break them down. And in a strange way, she was thankful they decided to do no further investigation. That meant 916 could find them. His communication chip that allowed him to contact his fellow EH’s could possibly find the-

…No. That wasn’t 916’s decision. He needed to be free, just like the rest of the kids with him.

Moreau turned to face him again, and still he did not move. Once the behavioral chips were disabled, it was up to them to do whatever they wanted. The progress bar on the screen flashed green, Moreau typing in a password and almost slammed the keyboard when it asked her to disable the chips. The other children in the room blinked several times before they looked around, confused. They turned to each other, then to 916 who remained unaffected, then finally to Moreau.

“...You’re free. All of you, you’re free. Find the Florence government soldiers, they’ll get you out of here safely, and avoid Dyson security!” Moreau sounded as if she were about to break down in tears, seeing the lights in their eyes slowly return as they got a better sense of their surroundings. The tiny patter of their feet was the only sound as they quickly left, one of them pulling on the arm of 916 who only turned his head blankly.

“He’ll join you shortly, go!” Moreau commanded. The child tilted their head in slight confusion before leaving him behind. Since 916 was intended to be a generation one Enhanced Human, his chip was far more primitive than the others. While theirs could be remotely triggered, 916’s had to be manually removed. Making sure no one could take control of their lives again, Moreau entered a kill command on the terminal and deleted all the relevant files, making sure her flash drive only contained the data of their reports and not any of the commands. 

“916, follow me,” she calmly said, going to the implant surgery room as 916 tagged along.

====

The main hangar was bustling with activity, with white Soldats covered in blue and gray stripes detaching a fuel pipe from a plane as the hangar doors opened to reveal a massive runway. The Soldats were Dyson standard issue, their bulky legs stomping around the concrete while the compact and slender arms put the pipe away and reached for large rifles that fit into their hands. Their horned box-like heads were slowly moving left to right, examining their surroundings. The voices emitting from the machines were distinctly adults, shouting to get the plane moving as soon as possible. Their visors shone a bright blue that showed every single one of them was ready for a fight.

President Sumner did not care about the Soldats he had seen hundreds of times before guarding him, and muttered several obscenities underneath his breath as the plane door opened, many security personnel stepping out of his way.

“What the fuck do we pay high security wages for if you can’t even detect a single government vehicle arriving?!” He shouted at the chief of security.

“Sir, we can’t seem to contact our outside teams. I think it’s possible that-”

“I don’t want conjecture, I want definitive answers, god damn it! Have we deleted all the files yet?!”

‘Yes sir, we have.”

“Good, now get us out of here before they suspect something already!”

The security chief was about to ask about the remaining staff inside headquarters, but decided to keep his mouth shut. Instead, he knocked twice on the pilot’s cabin, signaling for them to take off. The president sighed as he sat in one of the chairs as he felt the plane begin to slowly move forward.

“This is just a political shitstorm waiting to happen. Well captain, I’ll be long gone by the time you-”

President Sumner was rocked out of his thoughts as the entire plane shook violently, making many members shout out in terror while security struggled to remain still. The sounds of gunfire erupted around the plane before several of the Soldats were hit by single shots, many of them falling completely onto the ground while some had their arms blown away and remained still, looking as shocked as the others who weren’t in the bipedal machines.

“Put your weapons down!” An unfamiliar yet commanding voice shouted, loud enough for everyone outside and inside headquarters to hear. “Under authority of the Florence Military Police, we hereby place everyone working under Dyson Incorporated under arrest for the crimes of kidnapping, illegal incorporation of government assets, and bribery! Put your weapons down and surrender peacefully, we are authorized to use force!”

Several Soldats came into view with headlamps bright enough to overpower even the runway lights, all colored in a dark brown and seemed far bulkier than Dyson’s machines who were skimpily armored in comparison. They had no such colored stripes to make them stand out, with the only color separation being their joints connecting each armor piece and limb. Everything about the machines were far more compact and looked as if they could take a beating, though they stood a meter shorter than Dyson’s Soldats. Their head visors were all one large piece of red glass, staring down every company employee.

“I am not being caught by a bunch of federal dogs! ORDER THE MEN TO ATTACK BACK!” The president shouted. With a single nod, the chief of security reached for his transceiver and spoke calmly.

“Fire at will.”

With a single command, the Soldats in the room raised their weapons to open fire, before getting completely shredded by concentrated and disciplined shots, each nailing them straight through the cockpit in the chest or exploding limbs apart. Machines fell to the floor as parts of the plane were caught by Dyson Soldat stray fire, and came tumbling down with all the people inside screaming as it did so. The empty field and hills surrounding Dyson headquarters suddenly became a warzone, with the company deploying their Soldats from the hangars and hidden bunkers that emerged from the ground, some of them getting shot as soon as they appeared.

Florence Soldats emerged from hiding on top of the hills as they aimed their shots carefully at the flailing security mechs, some of the company stray fire hitting the headquarter building, shattering glass and steel and sending it tumbling towards the ground floor. Several of the Dyson Soldats emerged with grenade launchers and fired them at the hills, causing dirt and rocks to soar upwards into the air and onto the already stained machines. Though a few of the Florence Soldats were caught by the explosions and gunfire, they were shot wildly and mostly into the heavily armored parts, letting them shrug it off and continue firing.

“Shit, where did they come from?!” One of the Dyson guards shouted over the comms.

“Don’t fire wildly, dumbasses! Shoot carefully, you’re hitting our own damn building!”

“How did our radar not pick them u-?!” Another one was cut off as a well placed shot went straight through the guard’s cockpit. The machine’s finger was still attached to the trigger as it fell down, the bullets hitting and forming a line of damage across the windows of the upper section of the building.

Compared to the Florence Soldats, the guards were panicking as they aimed wildly and spun around, only landing shots on their enemy’s armor or their own building they were supposed to protect. The soldiers slowly closed in the building, making sure each threat was eliminated one at a time, whether it was by a disabling or a lethal shot. The soldats marched rigidly, the heavy thump of their machinery echoing across the battlefield. The Dyson guards attempted to dodge but were taken out easily as their Soldats moved in straight lines firing wildly, or were just standing completely still. One of the soldiers who was examining the battlefield from a distance with a pair of electronic binoculars just clicked his tongue. 

“Aren’t these supposed to be the people who made ‘top of the line’ Soldats or whatever crap they were spouting?”

The soldier next to him just shrugged as he looked back to their own mechs who were kneeling and out of sight. Many more APC’s and Florence Soldats stood behind them, ready to engage if the need arrived.

“They’re a corporation, those guys are probably just paid to tell people they’ll shoot if someone gets too close. Besides, what do you expect when you have Special Forces executing the operation?”

“Heh, explains the bullying I’m seeing…Wait, a sec, the hell are Special Forces doing here, shouldn’t this have been left to us grunts?”

“Apparently it’s got something to do with the nature of the pilots…Hang on, we’re getting the signal to secure the front entrance. Looks like the guards near there are taken care of.”

‘Roger, let’s go.”

====

“Warning! Warning! Facility under attack, evacuate to the nearest shelter immediately. Follow Security personnel and instructions. Warning-”

Moreau’s ears rang as she felt blood rush down her head, brushing aside some of the glass and bits of rubble off her. Inside the surgery room was now a massive hole that revealed the chaos going on outside. She moved to stand up but felt her leg immediately give out. Looking downwards, there was a massive piece of shrapnel that was embedded into the flesh, making her scream in pain as she tried to touch it. Her eyes went wide as she turned to the operating table where 916 was laying. The right part of his head had his scalp visible with the hair surrounding it shaved off, revealing where the behavioral chip was put inside. 

While there were scrapes and minor bleeding around his body, thankfully none of the equipment landed on him and was instead scattered around the floor. He was still knocked out from the anesthesia, but she couldn’t tell how long they were knocked out for. Hopefully the blast hadn’t just killed him, but she had no way to check since the terminal was in pieces on the floor.

“If we stay here any longer, we’re going to die! I’m not waiting around for the Florence soldiers…!” With the adrenaline pumping into her body, she stood up despite the burning pain overwhelming her leg and the rest of the body screaming in agony. She went to pick up 916’s small frame into her arms and rushed towards the hallway and to one of the hangars meant for the Enhanced Humans. 

Limping across the halls for nearly ten minutes and leaving a trail of blood, Moreau was able to carry 916 and almost to the door before another explosion rocked the building and caused parts of the walls to collapse. Almost dropping them and slamming against the wall she yelped in pain as she felt a sharp stinging pain near her abdomen. Looking down and she realized it wasn’t just her leg that had shrapnel, there were more pieces jutting out the sides of her stomach. When she recognized that, she almost dropped to the floor again, but she clenched her teeth with tears of pain flooding down. She couldn’t stop here, not now.

Slamming the door open into one of the backup hangars, inside were multiple Dyson Soldats, specifically meant for the generation two pilots. Feeling her strength slowly sap, she activated the elevator to bring them up to the cockpit and had it opened, putting 916 inside. Looking at their scalp, her fingers slowly reached for the chip’s handle and gave it a gentle tug. This was the last step that required her presence.

916 slowly opened his eyes and blinked repeatedly, looking downward and recognizing that he was in the cockpit of a R1-N0. And in front of him was Doctor Moreau, who was bleeding profusely and coughing up blood. 

“...Doctor, you’re dying,” 916 said, his voice slightly rising above the usual monotone she was used to. She smiled at that. He was able to make his own decisions now.

Cough “I know. Seems a bit too good for me, doesn’t it?” Her bloodied hands first crushed the implant chip, causing even more blood to fall out before it fell limp, Moreau laughing weakly.

“You’ll experience some dizziness after a few days but the symptoms will subside. The rest of your combat chips will remain in you since I wasn’t able to get it out in time.”

“They took longer because I’m an older model.-”

“Don’t…Don’t say that. You’re more than just a product…”

916 did not say anything else as her hand struggled to get up. 916 moved his hand to help her, but she shoved his arm away. Before she fully got up, she reached for something in her pocket and tossed it to 916.

“This is…” 916 looked at the tape with the word ‘Sing’ written on it. “403 showed me this song.”

“It’s yours. If there’s anything positive leaving here, I want it to come with you.”

“What are my orders?”

“Hah…you’re free, why are you asking-”

“I do not know how to act freely. I only know my orders.”

Again she laughed, though this time it was barely audible. She smiled at him, the blood seeping from her head, stomach, and lips. A sight that would startle anyone else, 916 only blinked in mild confusion. They both remained silent as the sounds of gunfire and explosions echoed distantly outside the hangar, soft rumblings occurring every other few moments.

“Death really is too good for me…Your orders are these: get the hell away from here as fast as you can. Don’t trust any Dyson employee. Live your life to the fullest, and don’t waste this chance…”

Moreau fell to her knees as she closed the cockpit, the tactical screens coming to life and 916 felt his spine connect to the chair, the suit suddenly springing upwards. The main camera displayed in front of him, and he could see the doctor on the floor, curled up as the life signs on her began to fade. The hand of his Soldat slowly raised upwards and picked her up, as if to comfort the dying woman. Moreau looked up and saw the horned head staring right at her. She did not even need to see the cockpit open to know what his face was like. She threw her blood soaked lab coat with the flash drive safely tucked into its pocket and threw it away from the Soldat.

“...If you can…Put the tape inside the right console. I’d…like to listen to it, one more time…”

916 grunted in affirmation, though she couldn’t hear that. The right console in the cockpit stored his communications and had a slot that could contain mission data. And at Moreau’s request, it could also fit small tapes in the odd event of classified data needing to be stored more subtly. The very idea of it was quite strange to him, but he decided to go along with it…Did he always think of it that way? He had been inside the R1-N0 on at least twenty different deployments, yet he swore he never had an opinion about it before.

The Soldat began to broadcast a tune that echoed throughout the entire hangar. What 916 did not realize was that he had the song on an open channel, meaning everyone in the vicinity could hear it as clearly as he did.

‘Sing, sing a song Let the world sing along~’

====

Many Florence Soldats stopped their firing and turned to their comms, frowning and trying to find the source of the music.

“The hell is this?” “Is that music?” “I think I know this song.” “Sir, the source is coming from inside the building!” “Didn’t this play at the training site…?!”

‘Sing of love there could be Sing for you and for me~’

The Dyson guards suddenly snapped around towards the direction of an unopened hangar, many of them trembling in their cockpits.

“It’s…It’s that fucking song again!” “Weren’t the EH’s taken care of?!” “G-GUNS READY! FORGET ABOUT THE FEDS!” “Oh god, please no…!”

‘Sing, sing a song Make it simple to last Your whole life long~’

Alana and several soldiers looked at the intercom, listening to the music playing as they secured the main lobby. Many of the employees looked frightened at the song while the kids they were escorting suddenly started humming along, albeit emotionlessly.

“What’s happening…?” Alana thought to himself, a sense of dread suddenly washing over his calm battle instincts.

‘Don't worry that it's not Good enough for anyone Else to hear~’

Justeen and a squad burst through a door with a blood trail coming out of it and found a singular Dyson Soldat blasting music, with a scientist slowly bleeding in its hand. The head seemed to be moving in sync with the music, but did not appear to be hostile despite the fact it saw them.

“Shit, is that our man?” Justeen grumbled, pointing her pistol at the Soldat.

‘Just sing, sing a song

(Just sing, sing a song)

Just sing, sing a song’

916 wasn’t smiling as he listened to the song, but it made him feel at ease. A few years ago, 403, her brother, and several other generation one pilots listened to this song together in the waiting rooms. It made those nights much more bearable, being able to ignore the cold of the facility simply by just having sung together. Pleasant. That was not a word he had used in a while. Cold, feeling at ease, many other feelings 916 did not know the words for, but it made him feel something. All he felt was beginning to overwhelm his senses. 916 called to memory about 403’s brother after listening to the song. He had asked a simple question.

‘La la la la la—’

The song stopped as 916’s battle instincts kicked in and he slammed his right fist against the communications console…Then, a feeling he did know the word for, though it was the tip of his tongue. He remembered the words 403 asked that had caused the incident, what had caused the guards to open fire and hit the trainee center, what had caused all the generation one members to go rampant. What had taken his only friends away. He always knew the feeling, and thanks to Moreau he had remembered. It was thanks to Moreau, those feelings were taken away in the first place.

His facial expression remained unchanged, but his pupils dilated as the hud in front of him showed a rise in heartbeat. He finally remembered the name for the feeling. Anger. 

He finally remembered the question. 

“...Doctor Moreau. Is there heaven?” 916 asked.

“...Isn’t that voice coming from the Soldat?” One of the soldiers next to Justeen asked. The Soldat’s head was looking at the doctor, and finally the squad began connecting the dots.

“...Is…Is that a child?!” Justeen asked, her mind fully comprehending the horror that was unfolding itself.

“All 403 wanted was just an answer…” 916 stated, his heartbeat spiking further up.

“...Isn’t that voice coming from the Soldat?” One of the soldiers next to Justeen asked. The Soldat’s head was looking at the doctor, and finally the squad began connecting the dots.

“...Is…Is that a child?!” Justeen asked, her mind fully comprehending the horror that was unfolding itself.

“All 403 wanted was just an answer…” 916 stated, his heartbeat spiking further up.

“ONE OF THOSE GEN ONE FREAKS IS IN THE SOLDAT!” A Dyson guard shouted in the comms channel. A channel that everyone could hear. 916’s violet eyes quickly turned to red as a deep robotic voice echoed within the machine. 

“CE-DRIVE ACTIVATED.”

Justeen saw the visor of the Soldat turn scarlet as the fist suddenly clenched, making a sickening crushing noise as blood gushed and seeped through the fingers. The head jerked towards the hangar door as the Soldat crouched, then ignited its thrusters to crash through it.

Both sides witnessed the speed of which an unopened hangar suddenly burst with a Dyson Soldat, shrapnel flying through the ground and shattering the silence and door alike. Its visor was completely red and it was unarmed, making it stand out from its fellow machines. The head suddenly jerked again towards one of the Dyson guards and leapt with an unnatural agility.

It landed on top of the Dyson Soldat it singled out, one of its hands quickly reaching through the chest and tearing out its cockpit and stomping on it like a wild beast. The guards began to open fire with their rifles, but not before it quickly used its thrusters to speed away from the gunfire, no one able to land their shots anywhere near it. The Florence Soldats quickly stepped back and watched in horror as this lone Dyson Soldat tore through its own ranks.

“S-Sir what the hell is that?!” One of the horrified Florence soldiers shouted, narrowly dodging one of the stray shots. “No way that’s just a guard!”

“That thing’s way too bulky to be moving around like a human! How the-?!” 

“Pull back, pull back!” The officer commanded, everyone trying their best to get out of the way.

916 felt the electric surge throughout his whole body, his spine connected to the R1-N0 enhanced his awareness, his combat performance, but also his emotions. Though his face did not change,  his rapid breathing, the dilating pupils and the rush of adrenaline told him exactly what to feel. Rage. Rage against the ones who took the lives of his friends. Of his own. 

916’s R1-N0 crashed straight into another of the Dyson guards, using their mech to block incoming bullets, most of the bullets bouncing off the armor as he sped towards another guard. Putting its fist through the cockpit and the other at the waist, 916 tore the machine in half. He threw the upper half aside and used its legs as a bludgeoning weapon, completely caving in the torso of the one shooting and slid past it. From the perspective of everyone else, he had just accomplished that feat within ten seconds.

 He felt blood rushing down his nose, as his breathing became more frantic and rapid. Though there was combat data rushing into his brain, he was not using a single bit of it, instead relying on pure instinct to tear them apart and escape. Grabbing one of the rifles on the ground, the R1-N0 hurtled towards the back of the headquarters and fired single shots at the main cameras of the suits, disabling them and causing them to panic and shoot wildly. The soldiers would deal with them first before getting to him. The part of him that wanted to ask why there were soldiers even present was buried by the one telling him he needed to flee.

Many of the soldiers got out of the way as the R1-N0 destroyed every single Dyson Guard, though many of them realized it was actively ignoring their presence. Or rather, it did not seem to care if they were there at all.

916 hurtled down the open field and towards one of the hangars that was opening and revealed two more Dyson guards. Inside was an emergency tunnel that would lead towards the border of the country and outside of Florence jurisdiction in case of emergencies of being found out. The guards had no chance to even react before 916 slammed into one of them, slamming the finger on the gun’s trigger at the other’s cockpit and making sure to hit the generator inside with its hail of bullets, causing it to create a miniature explosion. 

The way behind him caved in with rocks and metal falling as he grabbed the mech he slammed into, using its body to block the tunnel and used the remaining ammo to detonate the other guard in the same manner. There was a small bus traveling through the middle, which he could only assume were scientists and soldiers, and barrelled right through them, sending the machine toppling and into the railing on its side. 

916’s breathing finally started to stabilize as his consciousness began to fade, his eyes turning back into violet. His eyes struggled to remain open as the autopilot initiated, and kept driving forward.

…

David had just received word about some kind of skirmish happening at the borders of Florence and Cumbria, and was sent alongside his PMC to ensure it would not break out into Cumbria. David’s dark skin glistened in the sun, his muscles almost ripping out of his tank top, brushing back his brushed up black hair. He almost felt insulted that he was hired for such a boring job. He sighed to himself as he and the other mercenaries stood outside their Soldats, standing around doing nothing.

Each of their Soldats was unique, David’s was a glorified tank with arms, standing only a meter taller than an actual tank, but was engineered to have a head, massive battle cannons mounted on the shoulders, and machine guns on the arms. Part of him wondered if some crackhead designed the thing, but he couldn’t deny how effective it was. Meanwhile, the men serving under him were Florence Military Soldats salvaged from black markets and empty battlefields, but with markings and mismatched armor plates to set them apart. Was it the best? Hell no, not by a long shot, but it’d get the job done. Especially an uneventful border patrol like this.

“Boss, think any actions gonna come to us?” One of the younger voices spoke out.

“Psh, if we’re lucky,” David replied. “But you know what happens if some shit does show up. Florence is gonna cry bloody murder it ain’t them who’s breaking the treaty. Probably gonna blame it on people like us.”

“To be fair boss, not exactly untrue.” A female voice chimed in.

“Heh. Didn’t say we weren’t to blame.” David replied, chuckling. 

He sat on the side of his Soldat, his legs hitting the tank tread as he contemplated what to even do with the money they would get from this job. On one hand, it was easy enough to where even the rookies could do it in their sleep. On the other, said rookies would have zero experience in case an actual fight broke out- Something in the distance caught his eye. The ground was slowly starting to move upwards, revealing a large metallic door.

“...What in the-?” David muttered to himself, raising an eyebrow. The other mercenaries saw the same thing, and immediately got into their cockpits and aimed their weapons at it. Getting into his tank Soldat, he aimed the cannons right at the door.

“No one fire until my go!” David shouted into his comms, his finger ready on the trigger.

What the hell was Florence doing? If they launched an actual invasion there’s no way both sides would not resort to firing everything they got in response- His thoughts were cut off as the door had a noticeable clang ring out from behind it. Something very heavy just collided into the door, but it did not seem to have an intention to come out. Two of the mercenaries slowly approached it, moving as tactically as they could as their machines moved to pry the doors open while having their weapons still at the ready.

When they finally opened it, everyone braced themselves for an attack, only to find a single R1-N0 Soldat standing on the opposite side, the white armor completely stained in dirt and blast marks. The notorious blue visor it had was flickering between black and red. It then shut off for good as it collapsed onto its back, causing a small dust cloud to form and stain the white even further.

David scanned the Soldat and saw that its systems had gone completely offline. The two mercenaries by the door checked inside and saw nothing. Nothing on their scanners for miles on end, and with two diverging paths at the end of it. There was no telling where it came from. The female merc got out of her Soldat and investigated the cockpit. Her eyes went wide as she reached for her earpiece.

“Boss there’s a kid in the seat!” She shouted right before going to grab the child out of it. 

The other mercenaries surrounded the area to make sure an ambush wasn’t waiting to happen, while securing the perimeter. David stepped out of his Soldat and got a closer look at the child himself. He had a bloodstain below his nose, and his spine was protruding out in a way that made him feel sick, and that was not even including all the wires connecting it and his chest.

“Is he alive?” David asked.

“Think so. Kid looks like he went through hell…”

“Sure looks like it…Are those numbers on his neck?”

“It says…Nine-One-Six…?”

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PROLOGUE: END

A/N: HOLY CRAP, you actually reached down here, thank you SO SO much for reading this! I know that was a lot of words thrown at you, but I hope it was at least an enjoyable read! There's a lot more to come, so if you're at all interested in this story, stay tuned! See ya at Chapter 1! - Chris Side note: Chat GPT is HORRIFYING. I used it as a feedback machine to make sure what I was writing was coming across correctly, and it got every one of my intentions correct. Even my foreshadowing. WHAT HAS TECHNOLOGY DONE

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Part 5

⚠️Trigger Warning: Self Harm/Suicide⚠️

Read at your own risk.

Pomni goes to check on Ragatha but can't find her anywhere, so she goes to try and find Jax's cell.

The lingering effects of the anesthesia made the hallway seem to sway.

Each step was a monumental effort, her legs heavy and unresponsive.

The memory of Ragatha's warm smile, her reassuring words, felt distant, a phantom limb of a forgotten reality.

Could she really be imagining her?

The thought was terrifying, a black hole threatening to swallow her whole.

She had to see Ragatha. She had to know the truth.

But Ragatha wasn't in the hallway. Their room was empty, the familiar patchwork doll conspicuously absent.

Panic clawed at Pomni's throat.

Where was she?

Had NovoCaine taken her?

Or...was the doctor right?

With a renewed surge of desperate energy, Pomni stumbled towards the wing of the hospital where the cells were located.

Jax had been in one of them, she remembered.

He might know something.

He had to know something.

She found the cell block easily enough.

The heavy steel doors were a stark contrast to the brightly colored hallways, a clear indication of the darkness contained within.

A low hum vibrated through the metal, a sound that seemed to seep into her bones.

She scanned the cells, peering through the small, barred windows.

Most were empty, but one, near the end of the corridor, held a disheveled figure curled up on the floor. It was Jax.

"Jax!" she called out, her voice cracking with fear and desperation.

He stirred, slowly lifting his head. His eyes, normally bright with mischief, were dull and vacant.

He stared at her for a long moment, as if trying to recognize her.

Suddenly, he seemed to snap back to reality. A manic grin stretched across his face.

"Pomni, right?! Glad you could make it! Taking a little tour, are we?"

He grabbed something from beside him, something white and angular, and hurled it towards her.

It clattered against the bars of the window, shattering into jagged pieces on the floor.

"A present."

A broken white tragedy

"Heard about Gangle, didn't you, Pomni?" Jax's voice was a manic whisper, laced with a strange, twisted glee.

"Poor Gangle. Such a sad little thing. All she ever wore was that stupid mask. Couldn't stand to see it" Jax continued.

He started laughing, a high-pitched, unsettling sound. "NovoCaine tried to 'cure' her, you know."

"Said she was 'depressed,' 'suicidal tendencies,' blah, blah, blah. He pumped her full of Laughing Gas. You know, to cheer her up."

Jax's laughter intensified, bordering on hysteria. "That's right! Laughing Gas for depression! Can you believe it? He kept upping the dose, thinking it would work."

"But it didn't. It just... it just made it worse."

His voice dropped to a near whisper.

"One day... one day, she just couldn't take it anymore. She ripped her mask in two... and then..." He trailed off, his eyes wide and unfocused.

"And then she just started laughing. But it wasn't happy laughter, Pomni. She was... broken. And then she just... stopped."

He began to rock back and forth, mumbling to himself. "Laughing gas… it’s not always funny, Pomni. Not always funny."

"Ragatha… where is Ragatha, Jax? What happened to her?"

Jax stopped rocking. His lip curled into a sneer. "Ragatha? Oh."

"Whats...her story?" Pomni asked a bit warily.

He leaned closer to the bars, his eyes gleaming with a disturbing fascination.

"She had a... fascination. With sharp things. Knives, scalpels, needles… anything that could cut. It was… unhealthy."

He chuckled. "NovoCaine tried to help, of course. Talk therapy, medication… nothing worked. She just kept getting worse. Started cutting herself, at first. Small things, barely noticeable. But then..."

He paused, seemingly savoring the moment. "Then she started cutting others. Staff, NovoCaine… anyone who got too close. She got violent. One day I saw her dragging her nails across another patient while screaming. I don't know what happened."

"It's been years, but I remember she just grabbed a scalpel from the operating room. Just pulled it right off of the table. And just started cutting. Deeper and deeper, until she almost severed her vocal cords, blood was gushing."

"It became too much for her, and she kept just mutilating her face. I think she did it deliberately. She kept stabbing her good eye with the scalpel over and over again."

"Then, she fell to the floor and just bled out. Nobody even bothered trying to help her. Just let her die. Serves her right."

Jax let out another manic giggle. "Such a sad end for a pretty dolly, don't you think?"

The world swam before Pomni’s eyes. Ragatha, dead? A violent, self-destructive psychopath? It couldn't be true. It just couldn't.

Pomni shook her head, trying to clear the fog in her mind.

"And you, Jax? What about you? Why are you in here?"

Jax threw his head back and cackled.

"Me? Oh, I'm insane, apparently! Schizophrenic, they call it. Hear voices, see things that aren't there. Multiple personalities warring for control of my mind."

He leaned close to the bars, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

"But it's all a lie, Pomni. I'm not really sick. I'm just faking it. I told them what they wanted to hear. The voices, the visions... all made up. I faked the whole thing. I wanted to be in here."

Pomni stared at him, bewildered. "But… why?"

Jax shrugged. "I like the peace and quiet. The isolation."

"No more constant needs from others."

"No more forced interactions."

"People leave me alone."

"Here in my own world."

"They give me food, and I'm good."

"Just the way I want it!"

"Works like a charm, don't you think?" "

"And you, Pomni, fell for my act this whole time!"

"Pretty funny, I'd say!"

Pomni stumbled back away from the cell. "NovoCaine said I was the only patient here at the moment."

"AND YOU BELIEVED HIM?!" Jax snapped back, resuming his hysterical laughter.