#♚ IC ; 𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑷𝑻 𝑫𝑶𝑪𝑻𝑶𝑹

[hermancarcter-moved]

@80scool​

The  message,  ‘We’re  fucking  right?’  is  left  promptly  on  received,  the  doctor  leaning  back  in  his  chair,  leather  squeaking  lowly  as  he  does  so.  If  Fabron  wants  to  know,  he  can  find  out.  Some  patience  would  serve  the  man  well...  but  perhaps  that’s  projection  as  Carter  looks  at  his  wristwatch.  How  long  does  it  take  a  man  to  smoke?  

Daniel’s  previous  and  far  more  intriguing  question  drifts  across  his  mind  once  more  as  he  straightness  the  row  of  pens  on  his  desk  absently.  Did  he  feel  ‘right’  at  the  end  of  his  life?  The  question  itself  relies  heavily  on  the  interpretation  of  the  word  ‘right’.  In  fact,  he  cannot  identify  a  time  in  his  life  that  felt  completely  correct.  He  isn’t  certain  he  can  answer  the  question  period.  A  string  of  drool  is  wiped  from  his  lip,  eyes  swiveling  in  contemplation  as  the  door  to  his  office  swings  open.  Not  stooping  so  low  as  to  appear  eager,  Carter  does  not  turn  immediately.  

“You  smell  putrid.  Where  have  you  been  sleeping?”  If  it’s  the  meat  factory,  Herman  may  just  slip  into  a  coma.  

[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​ said: "What's cooking in the lab, Dr Mad?"

                       N O .

   Herman's  shoulder's  rise  in  what  can  only  be  described  as  a  cringe.  It  runs  through  his  spine,  rattling  within  his  chest.  The  pen  clutched  in  his  hand  nearly  snaps,  vibrating  with  the  electricity  of  an  unsettled  Carter.  He  knows  precisely  who  is  hovering  in  the  doorway  to  his  office.  He  can  SMELL  him.  Herman  does  not  bother  to  turn.

Once  a  day...  at  the  very  least,  this  putrid  creature  of  a  man  decides  that  it  is  absolutely  imperative  to  aggravate.

"Stop.  Saying.  That...  Daniel."

[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?”