#septophobia

[crowley-in-arkham]

Patient Session #6: Jonathan Crane, The Scarecrow

Most mornings are rather calm these days, Tetch jittery as ever, Edward talking my ear off at every opportunity, and our new and reserved Mr. Dent laying on the lounge chair toying with his coin as he interjects now and again.

Of course, since I've taken a step away from prying; aside from the small information gathering, that Edward continues to advise against, things have-- quieted.

Jonathan Crane was in my office this morning, something that has grown more seldom as Arkham preps his.. "transfer" as they're calling it. I'm not entirely sure what is happening, I've been left mostly in the dark.

He sat in his usual seat, farthest from the door, flipping through a new book I picked up just for him, one he's just about finished with too.

Crowley: Coffee?

Crane: Black?

Crowley: Always.

Crane: You know me well.

Crowley: I've been you therapist for a while.

Crane: Mn. (He nodded as his eyes remained fixed to the pages of his tome.)

Crowley: I've been dodging around this for some time, Jonathan.

I very seldomly use his first name, which roused his gaze from his book and earned me a raise of his brow.

Crowley: Let's talk about Diane.

Crane: Are you doin' this to satiate personal curiosity or does this gotta point?

Crowley: November sixteenth was the last day I saw you at GCU.

Crane: Mhm, that's right. Got arrested a few days later. Right mess, that was.

Crowley: What happened?

Crane: Diane and I were on the rocks, as you recall. She'd grown distant with my workin all the damn time. Not sure if you remember her runnin' that book fair at the highschool she taught at? Young volunteer fella caught the woman’s eye, and that was that.

Crowley: How'd you know?

Crane: You can see pretty damn good into a bright room on a cloudy autumn day.

Crowley: You caught them?

Crane: Boy had her pressed up to our bedroom window like a display.

Crowley: That must have been-

Crane: Pissed me right off.

Crowley: So then you-

Crane: Drove right by and marched my ass down to the barn on my second estate. Grabbed my work in progress, went home, and knocked on the door of my own house.

Out came the happy couple to an empty doorway and a 6 inch canister.

The delayed trigger went off and sent the kid into a frenzy. Oddly specific little fear, that one.

Septophobia.

Crowley: Fear of decay.

Crane: You're good at that, Crowley.

Crowley: A certain professor wouldn't have it any other way.

Crane: Damned right.

Kid basically clawed his own skin off, runnin' and screamin' "My skin, my skin! (he let out a snicker before a breathy whisper) They're inside my skin."

Crowley: Yuck, I laughed, and Crane joined.

Crane: Should've seen it in person, boy barely had his pants on runnin' down the street.

Crowley: And Diane?

Crane: She knew. 'Course she did. Managed a few days before, well--

Crowley: You came here.

Crane: Got lucky, I think. Jeremy pulled some strings to wrangle that insanity plea to get me admitted here.

Crowley: Go on.

Crane chuckled and leaned towards me: Well aren't we interested in Dr. Crane's business.

Crowley: I'm your therapist, after all.

Crane: I think old habits just die hard.

Crowley: Crane, you're involved in whatever Arkham wants to keep out of my reach, aren't you?

Crane: I've no idea what you're on about.

Crowley: Playing coy?

Crane: You're the doctor, ain't ya?

Crowley: I am, and you're a terrible liar.

Crane: Hang out with Ed too much.

Crowley: That we do.

Crane: You're still gonna be lookin, aren't ya?

Crowley: Someone has to before the bat decides our business is his business.

Crane: Careful Crowley, talking like that'll get you admitted to Arkham.

Crowley: You're right.

Crane let put a sigh and leaned back into his sest: Records. In the back left corner, third cabinet from the wall, third drawer down. File's labeled ACS-16.

Crowley: The hell is that?

Crane: You'll know-- and if not, you'll find out.

END SESSION.

[iwdha]

how the fuck is seplophobia not more fucking common ugghhhhh

[dearchildrenwebcomic]

Septophobia noun: an abnormal or pathological fear of decaying matter.

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[deepspace-squid]

Oops i forgot one of helixs Biggest fears

Septophobia: the fear of Rot and Decay

He is horrified of the thought.

[hysteriahoax-old]

✄     𝚀𝚄𝙸𝙴𝚃  𝙾𝙽  𝚂𝙴𝚃    ───    i  really  don’t  care  if  you  live  here,  ENZO,  NATE,  &  FOX !  this  is  my  set !  if  you’re  not  in  the  script,  get  your  ass  out  of  my  shot.  come  back  in  EIGHT  HOURS  when  we’re  done  for  the  day.

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ALEX AIONO / MALE / PANSEXUAL. holy shit, ENZO KALANI, you scared me ! what’re you doing here ? go back to LEXINGTON  ! i can see the headlines now: after living here TWO YEARS, the TWENTY THREE year old FIREFIGHTER goes missing & the cause of death ?  ELECTROCUTION OR BEHEADING ! you really want “with the utmost respect, what the fuck“ to be your immortal words ? listen, i know you didn’t sign up to be on the show, but you DO believe the murders are real, right ? regardless, keep your thing with ( being helpless, being alone & septophobia ) to yourself. RO / CST.

SHAWN MENDES / CISMALE / STRAIGHT. holy shit, nate dixon, you scared me ! what’re you doing here ? go back to french quarter ! i can see the headlines now: after living here 8 years, the 22 year old BARTENDER goes missing & the cause of death ? DROWNING or BEING BURIED ALIVE ! you really want “lmao y’all up?“ to be your immortal words ? listen, i know you did/didn’t sign up to be on the show, but you DON’T believe the murders are real, right ? regardless, keep your thing with GHOSTS, HEIGHTS and FEAR OF BLOOD to yourself. v / cst.

YOON JEONGHAN / GENDERFLUID / PANSEXUAL. holy shit, FOX CHOI, you scared me ! what’re you doing here ? go back to seven oaks ! i can see the headlines now: after living here fifteen years, the 22 year old CLUB DANCER goes missing & the cause of death ? DECAPITATION AND DROWNING ! you really want “im never going to cut my hair ever again“ to be your immortal words ? listen, i know you didn’t sign up to be on the show, but you DO believe the murders are real, right ? regardless, keep your thing with ( being outed as an addict, flying, mirrors, and unsolicited touch ) to yourself. ZED / PST.