#♚ Answered ; 𝑨𝑵𝑺𝑾𝑬𝑹𝑺? 𝑶𝑹 𝑴𝑶𝑹𝑬 𝑸𝑼𝑬𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺?

[hermancarcter-moved]

that’s a negativo on the sundaes, buddy.

"How dare you dangle a sundae before me........ only to take it away. How DARE you deny me my SWEETS?! I have had PATIENCE with you boy, but it has been undeserved and it has just run out."

[hermancarcter-moved]

Hey babe have you seen my bat???

The  DOCTOR’s  grip  on  the  worn  handle  of  Daniel’s  weapon  tightens,  the  object  hidden  behind  his  back  and  under  his  coat. 

        “No,  babe.”  It’s  DIFFICULT  not  to  sneer,  but  he’s  tried  his  best. 

[hermancarcter-moved]

(80scool) haha haha hey what r u doing later ;)

                      ❝  YOU. ❞

[hermancarcter-moved]

@eggomage said: “No one is coming for you.” 

     Chained,  shackled,  CONTROLLED.  The  good  doctor  rounds  the  metal  chair,  hovering  over  its  occupant  while  wide  eyes  that  know  no  rest  flit  over  each  restraint.  The  girl  is  still  beneath  his  scrutiny,  suppressing  every  twitch,  but  Herman  knows  better  than  ANYONE  she  will  not  be  able  to  control  herself  in  a  moment.  The  human  will  is  easily  dealt  with  by  means  of  torture.  The  body  breaks  with  little  encouragement. ��

 Not  a  single  tear  can  be  seen  on  any  of  the  leather  cuffs.  He  hisses  quietly  with  satisfaction,  fingers  curling  beneath  the  left  wrist  restraint.  “Coming  for  me?”  The  doctor  whispers  within  the  confines  of  her  mind,  not  yet  having  pried  open  a  clear  connection.  Only  in  this  moment  does  he  look  up,  gaze  burrowing  into  his  patient’s  with  charged  interest.  

                                        “And  why  would  you  say  that?”

 His  ‘excitement’  to  hear  her  answer  wanes  as  quickly  as  his  eyes  find  a  new  target.  Carter  pulls  at  the  restraint  in  one  harsh  tug,  the  force  of  it  causing  the  chair  to  squeak  in  protest  against  it’s  bolts.  

[hermancarcter-moved]

Please discipline me Doctor 👉👈

                                     " N O . "

[hermancarcter-moved]

“ can you teach me how to do that? “

                        "No."

The doctor neglects to turn, feeling the prickle of electricity on his fingertips as he administers yet another shock to a chair where a patient might have been. He cannot teach what isn't learned. It was GIVEN.

[hermancarcter-moved]

@scrunchie’s Danny said:  a lot of people want to kill me. i take great pride in that.

  “Congratulations.”

PRIDE  is  a  concept  that  runs  rampant  in  the  realm  of  fog  that  Carter  has  found  himself  in.  Rampant  and  far  too  often...unchecked.  Patients  and  the  other  brutish  creatures  that  surround  him  both  have  it  in  abundance  despite  their  imprisonment.  How  silly. 

                         "I  want  to  kill  you."

  His  voice  whispers  as  if  carried  on  the  wind,  penetrating  all  within  range  of  the  energy  within.  Aside  from  this  comment,  Herman  pays  little  attention  to  the  cloaked  clown  of  a  boy.  The  doctor's  head  is  buried  in  files,  eyes  flitting  over  each  line  of  one  in  particular.  Why  the  boy  has  decided  to  visit  the  hospital  is  completely  unknown.  Carter  assumes  that  a  motive  will  manifest  soon  enough,  however.

[hermancarcter-moved]

@quicksharpandclever said: “I’m not going to break that easy.”

The  tips  of  his  fingers  tingle  with  anticipation,  charging  his  next  round  of  treatment.  The  patient  is  manipulative,  often  cunning,  outwitting  other  ‘survivors’.  On  more  than  one  occasion,  this  has  worked  to  his  advantage.  Turning  the  others  against  Feng  is  a  simple  task...whispers  of  corruption.  

He  cannot  fool  HIM.  

Positioning  himself  in  the  doorway  to  the  ‘shack’,  Herman  gives  an  airy  chuckle,  saliva  dripping  from  one  corner  of  his  mouth.  Another  shock  is  administered,  his  body  vibrating  with  it,  eyes  wide.  Carter’s  low  hiss  of  a  voice  is  louder  than  ever,  trapped  within  the  confines  of  Feng’s  mind.  The  others  can  hear  it  too...he’s  made  certain  of  that.  They  can  cower  in  fear  out  of  his  reach  all  they  please,  paralyzed  with  FEAR.  

                          “And  yet  you  DO  break,  don’t  you?  It  is  inevitable.”

The  doctor  watches  keenly,  searching  for  a  reaction  to  the  stimulus  he  sends  his  way.  “No  one  can  hold  onto  their  senses  forever...  even  YOU.”  Comparing  Feng  to  some  sort  of  innate  greatness...  it  drips  with  sarcasm.  

[hermancarcter-moved]

“What the fuck is wrong with you!?!” (from mandy)

Herman  plucks  one  of  her  crude  contraptions  from  a  pile  of  unorganized  metal.  He  has  never  had  the  opportunity  to  see  the  torture  device  in  action...  or  perhaps  it  should  be  classified  as  merely  a  weapon?  Death  would  come  quickly,  he  concludes  as  the  object  is  turned  over  in  his  grasp.  

                                      “I  should  ask  you  the  same.”

His  low  tone  comes  in  a  barely  audible  whisper  carried  by  the  current  that  surrounds  his  body.  Carter  has  neglected  to  shock  Ms.  Young,  therefore  his  voice  is  faint.  He  must,  for  the  time  being,  mind  his  manners.  After  all,  this  is....  Herman’s  boot  slides  unexpectedly  against  the  tile  flooring  on  a  clump  of  what  appear  to  be  internal  organs......  HER  territory.  Obviously,  she  was  unprepared  for  his  visit,  hence  the  scream.  Carter  prefers  it  this  way.  Subjects  are  often  willing  to  unveil  what  would  normally  be  kept  close  to  their  chests  if  caught  unaware.  

The  doctor  activates  the  timer.  The  device  is  intuitive.  

                                          “Quite  easy  to  render  these...  ineffective.  The  subjects  are  able  to  leave  trials  with  these,  correct?”    

[hermancarcter-moved]

sir i’m gonna need to see your medical license

Without  turning,  the  good  doctor  hisses  through  the  static  of  Léry's,  not  even  a  huff  of  agitation  leaving  his  mouth.  

                    "Get  out  of  my  office.  You're  putrid."  

[hermancarcter-moved]

@80scool said:  "All romance ends in despair. or death. but mostly despair. gut-wrenching despair." maybe some PRE dbd- still alive dan n herman ??? 

       The  doctor  had  gasped  quietly  as  he  was  pulled  by  an  unknown  force  into  a  side  closet  off  the  hall,  scoffing  immediately  after  as  to  cover  his  momentary  shock  and  express  his  displeasure  simultaneously.  Upon  seeing  the  source,  it  his  Carter  who  closes  the  door  behind  them,  leaving  only  thick  darkness.  Chest  to  chest,  inches  from  Fabron,  Herman  can  feel  his  breath  on  his  lips.  It’s  both  alluring  and  disgusting,  much  like  the  man  himself.  He  smells  of  cigarettes  and  a  hint  of  metal.  Herman  has  his  suspicions  that  the  scent  is  in  fact  blood.  That  is  yet  to  be  confirmed.  

                      “How  poetic.” 

 Daniel  hadn’t  interrupted  his  routine  just  to  whisper  sweet  nothings  in  the  shell  of  his  ear,  had  he?  That  would  be  utterly  disappointing.  But,  it  seemed  that  ANY  chance  to  disturb  him  was  a  good  one  in  Fabron’s  mind.  

                                   “Are  you  going  to  leave  me  with  despair  then?  Or  are  you  going  to  murder  me  in  this  closet?”  Herman’s  voice  is  flat,  as  stale  as  the  air  around  them.  

The  irony  of  their  situation  isn’t  lost  on  Carter.  Fabron  and  Carter,  in  a  closet.  He  can  practically  hear  the  accusatory  tones  of  his  idiot  colleges.  If  it  were  funny,  he  would  laugh.  If  it  comes  to  that...  they  can  be  made  to  forget.  

It  is  entirely  tempting  to  rush  the  man  before  him,  comment  on  how  BUSY  he  is.  How  important  the  work  he’s  doing  is...but  he  airs  on  the  side  of  patience  out  of  curiosity.  Curiosity  is  a  private  matter  and  for  once...  they’ve  found  privacy.  

[hermancarcter-moved]

“P-please.. Please don’t..”

The  Doctor’s  shadows  looms  over  the  man  below,  struck  to  the  ground  for  the  last  time.  Or  is  he  a  boy?  His  sniffles  and  whines  both  disgust  and  EXCITE  him.  Somewhere  in  the  distance,  the  scream  of  another  can  be  heard...  a  symphony  of  his  own  creation.  They  cry  by  his  hand.  Carter  speaks  to  them  BOTH,  invading,  twisting  through  their  minds  and  most  secret  of  corners  to  send  his  message.

                        “The  entity  will  be  pleased,  yet  again.  Death  is  on  the  way.”

There  was  a  time  when  he  didn’t  understand  why  they  begged.  They  plead  for  their  lives  as  if  he  can  be  swayed  to  spare  the.  Yet,  the  result  is  always  the  same.  The  answer  to  this  madness?  FEAR.  When  terror  overtakes  the  mind  and  body,  there  is  no  reason...  and  the  lack  thereof  turns  MEN  into  MATERIAL.  These  patients  can  be  molded  and  forced  into  any  shape  you  desire...  and  he  will  twist  them  until  they  cannot  regain  their  likeness.  

  Carter  lowers,  saliva  dripping  freely  from  his  gaping  smile  as  he  grasps  the  survivor  tightly,  pulling  him  from  the  bed  of  the  earth  and  onto  his  shoulder.  His  weight  causes  him  to  stagger  slightly,  but  he  is  relatively  light.  Malnourishment.  

  As  the  wind  is  presumably  knocked  from  his  chest  with  the  force  of  his  lift,  Herman  decides  to  entertain  his  babbling  as  he  locates  one  of  the  crude  meat  hooks.  

                        "A  shame  that  none  of  your  ‘friends’  are  brave  enough  to  attempt  a  rescue,  isn’t  it?  Why,  humor  me,  do  you  think  that  might  be?”