#ventriloquist fictive

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Memories from our headcanon...

A BTAS sequel where Scarface meets Peyton Riley...  Originally typed out in a chat on Discord so it’s a little choppy but the boss did his best!

Arnold Wesker is the original ventriloquist and scarface is a "haunted" ventriloquist's dummy you will find out soon for a fact that he is haunted

 Arkham Asylum is steadily being renovated as a treatment center for the mentally ill

 and they were in OK hands but it was still called "Arkham Asylum for the Criminally Insane" at the time

 Big sad feels from the Boss, hearing that name

 I'm a Virgo, by the way

 my birthday is September 22nd 1993

 "I was extremely disabled, without my ventriloquist.  He brought me to life... But I had my own mind.  My own dreams.  I'm not speaking out loud anymore, by the way.  I'm communicating my moving my lips with my tongue."

(I'm gunna speak in parentheses by the way so the boss can tell a story!)  

Oh, thank you! I got real depressed thinking back on Arnold and the Asylum and to cheer me up Peyton went upstairs to work on my puppet.  He has a button eye now, and I got to meet Joanne, our staff member at the supportive housing where we live now... I slur like a drunk, haha, but Peyton’s going to be a great ventriloquist.  We're gunna make it big. 

It was still about making it big, back then, about three years ago, I was still with Arnold in Arkham Asylum.  It was about making it big in my tiniest wood grains.  But the immediate fight was much harder.  I needed to prove I had rights.  We were in therapy, and Harleen was saying "You think you'll still be Scarface without Arnold?" 

I remember banging my fiist on the table.  "I want to try!" I said. 

 "Give me the puppet, Arnold,” she said.

 Arnold splutters.  "This man... is very fragile... he does not believe..." 

"ARNOLD!"  she sais. 

He bows his head and hands me to her.  She does some dopey man voice, it's hard to resist with my iconic dummy, and says "Hur durr, I'm Scarface!"

 Arnold says "Try... opening your mind... a little..."  And as I turn my head to face her... as she turns the dummy around... she starts to get a really creepy feeling inside.  She gets a really good look into my eyes. I'm a posession spirit, and albiet weakly, I managed to posess Harleen Quinzell She takes the dummy off her hand, shaken, and her hand is stiff and white.  Arnold takes me back, and I sigh, thinking it was useless.  Thinking her mind was too strong.  Knowing what happens next. They put my puppet into miniature restraints and walk me and the ventriloquist down the hall to our room.  They lock me in.  They don't do that anymore.  But the doors were locked back then.

 I guess I should talk about me and Arnold, even though those weren't happy times. I'm staring out the door.  He's quiet.  He has asked, in the past, Do you want to talk, scarface?  And I always bark "Quiet!" I think he's a curse.  I should have treated him better.  But I needed brains. I was staring out into the hallway And the guards start teasing me...

 "Should we inject the dummy?" 

"Haha which one's the dummy?" 

I've heard it a million times.

 There's a new guy though, he's a little confused, but he's read my file. I'm a patient too he says "Hey, he's locked in, shouldn't we take him out of his restraints?" 

That depends on who's on duty. Jonathan Crane is very kind but often, we're restrained for hours. I'm just lucky they couldn't fit a straightjacket on my dummy. And they start talking 

teasing 

all kinds of ideas 

they talk about taking me away from Arnold 

about passing me around among the guards to see if I can break out

 I want them to

 I want them to so bad 

but they're too scared 

I feel my face --it's wood. The jaw moves. The eyes blink. But I feel a sneer. Usually when I become overcome with emotion, it bleeds into Arnold but this time it isn't Arnold sneering; it's Harleen. I see her in my mind's eye and then I hear her voice. My heart leaps.

 "HEY!  You dopes clear out! I got therapy with this one! " She’s running down the hallway with an empty sack over her shoulder.  I press my hands up against the glass.

 "Sorry Arnold,"  She says, "Your cellmate has a private session."

 I can't quite describe how I experience reality when I'm posessing someone 

her hands over my wooden body  I'm very aware of my form but I can feel her breasts bounce as she runs

 I knew from that moment that I wanted a woman to come into posession of me

 "Alright" she says, propping me up and looking into my eyes.  "You can stop that."

 I'm silent.  Playing dumb. "Creepy doll..."

  She closes my eyes and puts me in a bag. 

The next thing I know, I'm on my back, and there are fireflies in the air. My eyes are going crazy, my jaw is opening and shutting.  I put up a hand to steady myself and say "Arnold, are you drunk???"

 One of the dark silohuettes puts a finger to my lips and says "She's only a child."

And that's why I can't tell you what happened in the garden 

they say I'm not allowed to access the memories I made while posessing Poison Ivy's daughter

 her name was honeydew or raindrop or something like that

 and they said that I had been a dryad in a past life

my name was Woody Vines

They made my wood green again, and I got past life memories... strolling through poison ivy’s garden. I wore a brown fedora then. I  walked with a cane.

 bunch o' hoodoo ... maybe it's true 

either way they wanted to get me personhood

 but the best they could do was to drug arnold  with the same coctail they used on Harv and Batman to bring the alternate personality out and dominate the mundane controlling personality, to supress Harvey and Arnold and Batman’s civilian identity, whoever that is

 it involves fear toxin, but I don't know any more than that  I was transferred to the care of Jonathan Crane, who stopped restraining me and told me that he believed Poison Ivy to an extent and that at her request, if my dreams of finding a new ventriloquest didn't work out, my dummy would be laid to rest in the garden and Arnold and I wrote out extensive offers and contracts, but we couldn't get me independant personhood in the end... and I'm ashamed of this... I agreed to be sold as an object

 I talked to Jonathan 

I wanted a clean slate

 someone I could mould and train 

a woman, 

and I made my wishes known to some of my old mob connections, but it didn't work out at first

 Arnold wanted his money's worth

 the debate on weather or not I was an independant person had only driven up my publicity and my price tag and I got sold to someone sleasy from America's Got Talent who visited me for several sessions in the asylum, where he insisted he didn't want me restrained. I remember crossing my legs unsteadily as he tries to get his hand up my back. My stomache in knots, putting his stomache in knots. He probably didn't expect to be frightened. I was very nervous, and I could tell he was shocked. 

 His first words to me were "So the rumors are true... you do have a mind of your own." 

And I said "Could you say that again where the press can here you please?"

 He never told me his real name.  Only his stage name.  Burt Laughingstock. When I scoffed he shook his finger at me and said “names had power “Scarface...” 

“Woody...”  I said.  “We’re offstage.”  I loved having a real name.  I’m leaving out a lot of legitimate rehabilitation I went through in Arkham.  I was so tired of being tied to Arnold’s fears and repressed violence, and that name, Scarface, I don’t hate it, but he’s a character. I tried to make the best of it. But the first show he took me on turned out to be some kind of tell-all Behind-the-laughter crap, and when I found out... I bit his finger off. 

Little did I know, the sap had several documentations of his sound mental health and non-violent history, and he said if the dummy turned out to be evil, he wanted it destroyed. But Dr. Crane came through for me, saying that I hadn't committed an executionable offence.  I looked like hannibal lecter when they brought me to court with Burt as my ventriloquest... strapped to a board by my hands and legs... cage around my mouth... but I didn't struggle... I knew I had my personhood argument in the bag... and I like being feared.

 A mob lawyer came through for me and got me off on misdemeaner battery, with the heartrending defence that I had been sold to Burt as property when I had requested an open-minded female aide.  They paired me up with a female cellmate as a favor to Sean Riley, and that's how I met Peyton Riley... and that's how I ended up where I am today (That's the end of the boss's story!) Yeah, that's the end of my story. 

[jonathan-cranes-mistress-of-fear]

I'm Peyton Riley, the second Ventriloquist, a fictive with a Scarface alter. I'm hearing some stories from Scarface for the first time about the time before he met me, and his story has an interesting detail I'd like to run by you... What do you think would happen if Harleen Quinzel put her hand in the Scarface dummy and jokingly made him say "Durr Hurr, my name is Scarface"? What about if she did it while under the influence of fear toxin?

I’m not really knowledgeable when it comes to the Ventriloquist or Scarface, I’ve never been watched their BTAS episodes, so I don’t think I can give you a good answer. :( I’m sorry

I can say this, someone under the influence of Fear Toxin, even Harley, wouldn’t act crazy like that. They’d curl up on the floor and have a massive panic attack. It debilitates people.

That said, you do have a funny idea on your hands. You should write it.