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Ma Meilleure Ennemie (pt 10/?)

Any action can be justified, as long as the right words surround it. And, for your luck — or ruin — Silco was a master at turning manipulation into art.

Silco x fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+, MDNI)

Word Count: 7,9K

Warnings: use of drugs as medicine (shimmer), description of injuries, suspicious medical operations, Singed is the warning itself, character near-death, threats, threats with weapons, explicit references to scientific experiments without consent, Silco POV

Set before the events of Act 2 of the first season of Arcane.

Part 9

Silco's Pov ━━━━━━━༺༻━━━━━━━

The laboratory door was shoved open with such force that it slammed against the wall, the sound echoing through the cramped space and plunging everyone into silence. Silco entered, carrying the limp body in his arms, his muscles rigid, his eyes alight with restrained fury. Behind him, Sevika, always steady, now visibly shaken—a rare occurrence that Silco chose to ignore. He couldn't afford to consider the weakness of others when he himself was teetering on the edge of emotional collapse.

The metallic smell of blood and the dampness of rain still clung to his skin, a shadow of what he had just witnessed. The warehouse, that grotesque scene of carnage, remained vivid in his mind—a blur of bodies strewn about, blood-soaked chains, and her—his girl—standing at the center of it all, a living specter of death. He didn't know if the blood dripping from his arms was hers or that of her enemies. In that moment, it didn't matter.

He crossed the lab in firm, almost aggressive strides and placed the body on the metal table. The sound of the soft impact made his jaw clench; she looked so fragile lying there, in stark contrast to the devastating force he had witnessed minutes earlier. He brushed the damp hair away from her face, his fingers trying to remain steady but trembling ever so slightly.

He had considered every possibility when he enlisted Singed, more specifically his skills, for a potential operation before the night's invasion. If she were injured, immediate intervention would be crucial. He knew his own hands, steady enough to suture a superficial wound or apply a tourniquet, were not equipped for more complex procedures. Singed, on the other hand, had neither moral nor physical limitations preventing him from doing what was necessary.

And that was precisely what Silco needed now.

Sevika began strapping her arms and legs to the table, following instructions Silco had given before they even arrived, to prevent her from moving during the procedure should she regain consciousness. Still, seeing her restrained, vulnerable, made something churn in his stomach—something he ignored with practiced ease.

Silco stepped back, watching as Singed inspected the injuries. The doctor was meticulous, his deft fingers peeling back torn fabric to expose the wounded shoulder. The blood still flowed, though less now, congealing into dark patches that Silco had to look away from momentarily to rein in his rising anger.

"The shoulder wound is deep but not fatal." Singed began, his voice controlled and almost indifferent. His eyes moved over the rest of her body, examining the cuts and bruises. "The bruising is of no concern. The nasal bleeding suggests severe exhaustion. But..."

Singed's rare furrowed brow immediately caught Silco's attention. He stepped closer again, leaning over the doctor, his gaze burning with an implicit threat.

"But what?" Silco demanded, his voice sharp as a blade.

"There's something unusual here." Singed said, pointing to her hands, still bearing the marks of the chains' grip. "The adrenaline levels are far beyond normal, even for a combat situation. This isn't just physical exhaustion. She's pushed past the natural limits of the human body. Forced the muscles, the organs... even the heart. Anyone else would have been dead hours ago."

"But she isn't." Silco interrupted, his voice cutting. His eyes gleamed with determination, and there was something else — something deeper, more dangerous. "She will not die."

Singed lifted his gaze to Silco, his eyebrows knit in what seemed to be a mix of irritation and fascination. "It's impressive, to be sure. However, if you want her to stay alive, certain... methods may be required."

"Do whatever is necessary." His voice was low and grave, laden with an authority that brooked no argument. He turned to Singed, who approached with his characteristic inhuman calm. "Everything. No restrictions."

Singed cast a brief, analytical glance at Silco, as if evaluating the intensity of that command. "I believe I can stabilize her quickly." he replied, his tone almost casual. He began preparing his instruments, pulling a metal table stocked with medical devices. Before doing anything further, however, he held up a syringe containing a greenish liquid, a sedative, and handed it to Sevika, though his eyes remained fixed on Silco.

"But it will be... grotesque." Singed said, with the cutting precision that defined him. "And considering your... close relationship with her, you might not handle it well."

Silco's teeth clenched tightly. The insinuation was obvious, and Singed seemed to take a certain amusement in testing his limits. But this was not the time for confrontations. The anger simmered beneath his skin, as always, but he controlled it, only because he had to. That didn't stop him from issuing a threat.

"Choose your words more carefully, doctor."

Sevika, always the voice of reason, stepped forward. "The longer you waste time here, Silco, the faster she dies." The syringe was still in her hand, and the weight of logic in her words was enough to make him stop.

Silco cast one last lethal glare at Singed before turning abruptly, grabbing and dragging a chair closer to the table. He sat down, his elbows resting on his knees and his hands clasped in front of his face, as if holding his fury in check through sheer force of will. His eyes, however, never left her body. Sevika, meanwhile, positioned herself behind him, keeping a silent vigil over Silco as Singed began to remove the bullet from her shoulder.

Silco remained still, but the tension in his shoulders was palpable. He wouldn't look away, no matter what came next.

Somehow, this was all he could do for her now: be there. And in the grim silence of the laboratory, he made a silent promise. If she survived, those responsible for this would pay with interest. And if she didn't survive... well, the promise would still be fulfilled. In blood.

The sound of the small projectile hitting the metal tray was like a hammer striking Silco's already frayed nerves. He watched impassively, though the slight tremor in his leg betrayed the mounting tension in his body. Every meticulous movement of Singed was a test of his patience; every second seemed to drag on. The needle pierced her flesh with almost inhuman precision as the scientist stitched the wound. Each pull of the thread made her skin twitch, and Silco felt as though it were his own shoulder being sewn back together.

When Singed reached for the next syringe, Silco already knew what was coming.

The purple gleam of Shimmer in the cold laboratory light was unmistakable. Silco felt his muscles tense even further. He knew exactly what would come next—he had witnessed it countless times before, and he himself knew all too well what it felt like, even if only briefly. The agonized screams, the contorted flesh, the muscles locked in unbearable strain.

He saw the needle pierce her vein. The purple liquid slid in, merging with her blood, vanishing from sight. Silco gritted his teeth, bracing himself for the inevitable. He knew what was about to happen. The scream. The desperate gasping. The body writhing, struggling against the unstoppable.

But none of that happened.

The room remained silent, so heavy that even the sounds of Zaun in the early hours of the morning seemed distant, muffled. Silco leaned forward, his brow furrowed. He watched her chest, waiting for it to rise and fall erratically, to show any sign of reaction. But she remained still, like a statue carved from marble. Silco caught a glance at Singed, a rare expression of confusion crossing the scientist's face. This wasn't what was expected.

When the man leaned down to check her pulse, time seemed to slow. It was a simple gesture, something that should have been over in seconds. But Singed lingered too long, his fingers pressing against her neck as his face remained impassive, his gaze lost in some distant point.

"Speak, Singed!"

When Singed finally did speak, Silco wished he had stayed silent.

"No pulse."

For a moment, Silco remained frozen, his eyes fixed on her face. There was something terribly wrong about seeing her like this, so still, like a broken doll. Her breathing, something he'd always thought constant and immutable, was now gone. And with it, it felt as if all the air in the room had been drained away.

He stood up without thinking, the chair behind him toppling over with a dull thud. His hands found the metallic edge of the stretcher, gripping it so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Silco leaned over her body, searching for any sign of life, any movement, but all he found was cruel inertia.

But soon the shock was swallowed by a wave of fury. The rage surged like an uncontrollable wildfire, consuming every rational thought. He lifted his gaze to Singed, his eyes blazing with a dangerous intensity, like embers fed by pure hatred. Somewhere deep in his mind, he knew it wasn't the scientist's fault. He knew Singed had done everything in his power. But in that moment, logic didn't matter. He needed a target, something to unleash the anger that threatened to devour him.

Moving quickly, Silco advanced. His hand was already outstretched, ready to grab Singed by the collar and drag him to the ground, but he froze mid-motion.

Something stopped him.

A firm pressure around his neck.

Her hand.

That same hand which, just seconds earlier, should have been limp and lifeless, now gripped him with superhuman strength. He felt her fingers tighten further, nearly crushing his windpipe. The straps that had once bound her to the gurney were now shredded, hanging like torn pieces of cloth. Her arm trembled slightly, as though acting purely on instinct, but the power emanating from that grip was brutal.

The world around him seemed to shrink, becoming an indistinct blur of shadows and cold lights. The crushing pressure around his throat was all Silco could register. Every breath was a losing battle, each attempt to draw air another step closer to despair. He had felt this before. The grip of fingers around his neck, cruel and unyielding, awakened memories he'd rather leave buried.

Vander.

For a brief moment, he wasn't in the stifling, tension-laden laboratory. He was back at the river, cold water lapping at his face as calloused, determined hands tried to wrest his life from him. Silco felt the same desperation, the same primal panic that had taught him a bitter lesson: survival required more than strength—it demanded conviction.

But this wasn't Vander.

Her eyes, once so alive, now glowed with a cold, empty white, as though some strange force had torn her soul away and left only a violent husk. There was nothing human in that gaze, no spark of the woman he had known. Only raw, merciless strength, now squeezing his throat with the promise of imminent death.

Her fingers were claws, digging into his flesh. Pain radiated in waves, but Silco didn't look away. Even as darkness began to creep into the edges of his vision, he refused to blink, to give in. A sudden movement to his side caught his peripheral attention, even as his sight started to blur. Sevika. He saw her move, syringe in hand, and in an instant, she plunged it into the woman's neck.

The effect was almost immediate. The grip on his throat loosened, and Silco fell forward, gasping, gulping air in desperate, ragged breaths. He pressed a hand to his neck, feeling the sharp pain from the pressure her fingers had left behind. His lungs burned as they tried to make up for the lack of oxygen. When he finally managed to lift his gaze, she was collapsing, her body going limp as if the string holding her up had been cut. The arm that had once gripped him with such force now hung lifelessly at her side.

"Interesting." Singed murmured, leaning closer for a better look, the gleam of fascination in his eyes growing stronger. "Perhaps the shimmer triggered some dormant reaction in her blood. That would explain the initial absence of vitals and the sudden attack. It might have acted as a reagent."

Silco raised his gaze from where he knelt, his hand still resting on his neck as he struggled to steady his breathing. At first, he didn't understand what Singed was trying to say.

"It's the first time I've seen anything like this." Singed continued, his tone almost fascinated. "No rejection. On the contrary... it's as if her body has assimilated the shimmer, incorporating it naturally."

Silco didn't respond immediately. Instead, his gaze fixed on her once more. Now, her chest rose and fell with regularity, the rigid lines of pain and tension on her face softened by stabilization. The contrast was almost disconcerting, considering the deplorable state in which she had arrived.

He then noticed Singed's gaze on him, an inquisitive glint that Silco knew all too well. "Sevika." Silco said abruptly. "Return to The Last Drop. Make sure things don't spiral out of control while I'm here."

Sevika hesitated for a moment, the concern evident on her face, but eventually complied. She let out a low sigh before leaving, the heavy metal door closing behind her with a resounding clang.

"You found her." said the other man in the room, almost accusatory. "I thought she'd been dead... for years."

"So did I." Silco replied, his voice lower, almost introspective. His eyes wandered back to her. "We were both wrong."

Singed picked up a scalpel and pointed to the stitches he had made on her shoulder.

"Look." Singed leaned in closer, his tone almost too clinical, as though he were discussing a machine. "The tissue is already healing, and I believe her internal organs are beginning the same process. If her body continues to react this way, it's likely she'll be fully functional in a few days. It all depends on how sustained the regeneration is. But I recommend administering small amounts of shimmer to stimulate what's already in her bloodstream."

Silco nodded slightly, the motion short and nearly imperceptible. It was always Singed's universal solution, yet the idea of introducing more of that substance into her body unsettled him in a way he couldn't quite explain.

Singed, of course, either didn't notice — or cared even less.

"I assume you'd like to start the research immediately, correct?" Singed leaned over to organize his instruments, his voice almost casual. "Now that we finally have access to her, I can collect some blood samples. If I start the research now, I should be able to replicate her genetic formula within a few months. A significant breakthrough, considering the potential it could unlock."

The words lingered in the air, laden with a weight Silco did not want to bear. He ran a hand over his face, then through his hair, feeling the pressure pulsing in his temples. Years ago, he wouldn't have thought twice. Having access to what she represented was the key to something greater, something he desperately sought—to make Zaun into something Piltover feared. That was why he had searched for her in the first place.

And it was also why the crushing sense of failure when he heard of her death had felt like a blade piercing through his resolve. Days, weeks of anguish gnawed at him, but eventually, he moved on. He buried the weight of that obsession under layers of new plans, new strategies. Until that damned day at the brothel when he found her—like a ghost. Like a specter torn from a nightmare or a dream, she was there, alive.

That fragile, motionless body now seemed so distant from the storm raging in his mind. He was not a man prone to sentimentality or hesitation. Since taking control of Zaun, his choices had been driven by logic, necessity, and, above all, ambition. But now... now, it was different.

He had allowed something he had sworn never to do again: to care.

She should have been just another piece on the board, a means to an end. That's how Silco saw the world. Every person, every action, existed to serve him, to help him achieve his goals. But she defied that logic. There was something about her—her strength, her resilience, perhaps even her stubbornness—that had pierced through the walls he had so carefully built over the years.

And it infuriated him.

He couldn't afford to falter. There was too much at stake, and he knew that any emotional attachment was a weakness that could be exploited. Yet, as he watched her, her features softened by induced sleep, Silco felt a pang of something he couldn't define. It wasn't just concern; it was possessiveness. She wasn't just important to his plans. She was important to him.

"Begin the research." his voice came out firmer than he expected, a stark contrast to the turmoil within him. "Keep this under strict secrecy. To anyone else, it's just medical monitoring until her full recovery."

Singed nodded without question, moving mechanically to prepare another syringe. The scientist didn't care about the emotional or political intricacies of the situation. To him, she was a case to solve, an experiment to conduct.

He didn't take his eyes off her. There was something almost ironic about how peaceful she looked now, lost in that dreamless sleep where nothing could reach her — not pain, not despair, not even him.

Silco was a selfish man. Ambitious. Those words had been used to describe him so many times that he had embraced them as part of who he was. But he was also a man of conviction. And that conviction drove him forward, compelled him to do whatever was necessary to achieve his goals, no matter the cost. He believed in it. Zaun needed to believe in it. And now, she would need to believe in it too.

He would convince her. He would show her that everything he did was justifiable, that the ends always justified the means. He would make her see that the true enemy wasn't him, but those who lived above — the wretched people of Piltover, who had oppressed Zaun for so long. They were responsible for everything. For her wounds, for the blood she had spilled, for the suffering that bound them together.

Silco leaned in, letting his fingers trace her face in a tender caress.

He would shape her. She would become something they feared. Something they could never destroy again.

Just like him.

[...]

Seven days.

Seven damned days.

Time seemed to have acquired a rhythm of its own, dragging on like dead weight. For Silco, every second since she had entered that comatose state had become a needle stabbing beneath his skin, a constant reminder of something slipping beyond his control.

Silco hadn't slept in four days. Sleep was a dispensable necessity, something he replaced with sheer determination and generous doses of whiskey and bitter coffee. His mind remained occupied with work—constant updates from Sevika and Singed, Jinx's occasional explosions that decimated critical parts of his operations, and the ever-growing pile of administrative problems that never seemed to shrink.

The weight of exhaustion seemed to triple as soon as Silco crossed the threshold of his office. The wood, so familiar, felt suffocating, as though it had absorbed his weariness. Each step toward the chair was labored, his muscles protesting the effort. When he finally sat, a heavy sigh escaped him, echoing in the silent room.

The lack of sleep was nothing new, but the last few days had tested the limits of his endurance. His mind, so sharp under normal circumstances, now felt like a whirlwind of disconnected thoughts, as if every idea had to wade through dense fog before taking shape. Fatigue pressed on his shoulders like an invisible weight, and irritation simmered beneath the surface, ready to explode at the slightest provocation.

He rubbed his temples with his fingers, pressing his eyes shut in a futile attempt to clear his mind. The torturously long nights blended together, with no clear beginning or end, and he wondered how much longer he could maintain this insane routine before his body finally gave out.

But there was no choice. Not while she remained in that state.

Thinking of her brought a wave of frustration and restlessness that he couldn't suppress. Her body was healed—the shimmer injections had done their job impeccably, regenerating even the smallest damages in record time. Singed, to Silco's annoyance, had been right about the treatment's effectiveness. But what Silco couldn't bear was the fact that, despite everything, she still hadn't woken up.

This waiting was wearing him down.

She now slept in his room—a practical decision, or at least that was what he told himself. Keeping her close made it easier to monitor any changes, allowed him to personally check every detail of her condition. But deep down, he knew it wasn't just that.

He had to admit, the sight of her there, in his bed, was something he would normally find... pleasant. Almost comforting. But under the current circumstances, the context made any such satisfaction impossible. She was there, but she wasn't.

Silco leaned back in the chair, letting his head rest against the backrest. His gaze fixed on the ceiling for a moment, and slowly, the burden of keeping his eyes open became a weight he no longer cared to bear.

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The ceiling was bare, devoid of any detail that might catch your attention, yet you stared at it anyway. Your mind was active, buzzing with questions, while your body seemed trapped in a state of lethargy. It was as if you were floating somewhere between sleep and wakefulness, your thoughts insistently blending together. How long had it been since your last concrete memory? Days? The warm sensation of an embrace was the last thing that lingered before the void.

You tried to move your hands, feeling your fingers curl with some difficulty, as if every muscle had rusted. A deep inhale brought the scent of the room into sharp focus: alcohol, cigarettes, and something metallic in the air—a clear sign of where you were. Yes, The Last Drop.

With effort, you shifted to sit on the edge of the bed. At first, your legs didn't cooperate. Your initial attempt to stand was clumsy, your knees trembling under the weight of your own body. But you persisted, and on the second try, you managed to steady yourself.

Only then did you allow yourself to take in the room around you. It was functional, simple, devoid of personality or any attempt at making it feel welcoming. Minimal, practical furniture—just enough to serve its purpose. However, the balcony caught your attention. As you moved toward the opening, you realized it overlooked the interior of The Last Drop—directly above the club. The bar, the dance floor, every detail below seemed meticulously positioned to be visible to whoever owned this space.

And you had little doubt who that was.

Leaning against the railing, your eyes scanned the scene. Lights pulsed in rhythm with the muffled music that reached you even up here. A sense of familiarity and unease traveled down your spine. This wasn't a place you wanted to be, but it was the closest thing to "home" you had left.

You then moved to a nearby mirror to check your appearance. You lifted the hem of the shirt you were wearing, revealing the smooth surface of your stomach. No sign of cuts or bruises—not that you had really expected any. But something felt off. Your body felt... strange. As if something had changed, something beneath the surface you couldn't quite identify. It was as though everything either responded too quickly or too slowly, like a suit tailored improperly. You tried to dismiss the discomfort, chalking it up to the simple fact that you had nearly died—again.

It was almost comical, in a way. Every time it seemed like death had finally come to claim you, something or someone always pulled you back.

You moved toward the door—or what you assumed was one. There were no clear markings, just a discreet handle breaking the uniformity of the wall. The wood creaked faintly under your hand as you pushed it, revealing Silco's office in all its familiar, somber atmosphere.

And there he was, naturally, at the desk. Silco, slumped against the chair at an angle that looked uncomfortable even for someone like him, someone seemingly accustomed to discomfort. His head was tilted to the side, his eyes closed, his body relaxed in a way that was almost unsettling. He was asleep.

You stepped into the room with light, almost soundless footsteps. Your bare feet made no noise, as if you were afraid of breaking the rare moment of calm. Only after stepping away from the door did you notice something that had previously gone unnoticed: the entrance to the room was nothing more than a false wall. A small, discreet pull handle blended into the surrounding irregularities. If you hadn't just come through it, you never would've noticed.

Clever.

Close to the office, functional for someone like Silco, but also strategic. A possible escape route, if needed.

Your eyes returned to him, caught in a sleep that seemed as rare as gold. He'd also been asleep the last time you saw him. You moved closer, hesitant, with the words he'd spoken when you fainted in the warehouse lingering in your mind like a persistent shadow. During those fleeting moments when you were semi-conscious, although it was more like sleeping, you could still remember. It was as though he was there, speaking to you. Not in dreams, but on the threshold of reality.

You could swear you heard him.

Silco had spoken, perhaps believing his words were nothing more than echoes lost in the void, but they stayed with you. In moments of delirium, you felt the weight of sentences laden with a concern he would never openly admit. And on a few rare occasions, you could almost swear you'd felt a touch on your face. Hesitant, fleeting, like a breeze barely noticeable before it vanished.

He had been an anchor. While you fought not to succumb to your own mind, he had remained there. And now, as you watched him sleep, that realization felt overwhelming.

You stopped a few steps away from the chair, unsure of what to do. Part of you wanted to touch his shoulder, wake him, tell him you were fine — or at least try to convince him of that. But the other part, the one still harboring resentment and distrust, hesitated. So, you decided to come up with a third option. But, of course, something went wrong.

It all happened too quickly for you to react. One second, you were adjusting the strand of hair that insisted on falling over his face, and the next, your hand was being gripped tightly, your body shoved against the desk. The impact reverberated down your spine, and something cold and sharp pressed dangerously against your throat.

Silco stared at you, his eyes blazing with fury, but there was something else there, an emotion hidden behind the intensity. Anger? Fear? Whatever it was, it swirled in a chaotic storm as wild as his uneven breathing. And then, as if an invisible thread had snapped, something shifted. The anger in his eyes was replaced by palpable shock, and then by something deeper: realization. The blade's pressure on your throat eased, still present but without the imminent threat from before.

A smile formed on your lips, defiant and slightly teasing, even as your heart pounded in your chest. "Is that how you welcome someone?"

Your hand, ignoring the danger, rose again, and your fingers gently brushed over the scars on his face. The rough texture of his skin told stories you didn't know, yet there was a curiosity in your touch, a silent acceptance.

"You haunted me even in my sleep, you know?" you continued, your tone softer now, almost a whisper. "I didn't know you were the talkative type when no one's looking."

And yet, Silco remained silent, his muscles taut as if he were waging an internal battle.

Then, with a movement that nearly stopped your heart, he drove the dagger into the desk, the blade embedding itself in the wood mere inches from your head. The sound echoed through the room, the vibration rippling across your skin like distant thunder. You opened your mouth to protest, ready to comment on how close he'd come to hitting you, but the words died in your throat.

Shock froze you for a second. The kiss was urgent, hungry, as if he were desperate for something only you could provide. His strength kept you pinned against the desk, one hand braced beside your head while the other wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer. You felt his body against yours — the weight, the heat. He kissed you like a man on the edge of despair, as if that moment was the only thing keeping him alive. His lips moved against yours with an almost overwhelming intensity, stealing the air from your lungs before you even realized you were breathless.

He tasted of restrained fury and something profoundly human, something he likely wouldn't admit even to himself. Your hands instinctively rose to his shoulders, gripping tightly as you tried to reclaim some semblance of control over the situation.

But there was no control here. Not in this moment.

His hand slid up your back, his fingers pressing against your skin with a firmness that left no room for doubt. He was everything you could feel—the heat, the strength, the overwhelming weight of his presence. And yet, there was something more. Something that wasn't anger or need, but something deeper, more visceral.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Silco pulled his mouth away from yours, but not completely. He kept his forehead resting against yours, your irregular breaths mingling in the narrow space between you. The heat of the moment still hung in the air as he fought to regain a shred of composure. His eyes, those unmistakable, vibrant irises, opened—cloudy and unfocused—staring at you with an intensity that almost seemed to burn.

"Talking too much, dove." he murmured hoarsely, his voice rough and gravelly, still heavy with the intensity of the kiss. "Not that I expected anything less from you."

A faint, ironic smile tugged at the corners of his lips, revealing the arrogant bastard you knew so well. But there was something else there. An unexpected softness, a rare tenderness that caused faint wrinkles to form at the edges of his eyes, breaking the usual coldness of his expression.

You rolled your eyes and let out a low laugh, the provocation slipping from your lips with ease.

"And this is the part where you admit you missed me."

Silco's eyes flickered at your teasing, a mix of surprise and something deeper, almost gentle, flashing in their depths. He pulled back slightly, just enough to look down at you, one brow arching in an expression that was equal parts exasperation and amusement.

"Missed you?" his voice carried a tone of disbelief that fooled no one. "You should be grateful you're still alive, you reckless woman."

Despite the harshness of the words, there was no real severity in them. On the contrary, there was genuine relief beneath his firm facade—a relief intertwined with something that resembled fear and gratitude. All of it mingling together in a cocktail of emotions that Silco probably didn't know—or didn't want—to express.

His hand, still firm on your hip, didn't ease its grip, as though he needed it to ensure you wouldn't disappear again. But the other rose to your jawline, tracing a gentle line along it with his thumb. It was an almost reverent touch, contrasting with the strength of his hold. His eyes traced every curve of your face, lingering on the details as if he wanted to commit them to memory, perhaps afraid this chance might not come again.

"I've got a pretty good guardian angel."

You teased back, making Silco let out a low, bitter laugh, shaking his head slightly.

"I think I might have missed your insolent mouth." The arrogance returned to his eyes, but this time it carried a peculiar warmth. He leaned in closer, his breath brushing against the sensitive skin of your ear as he murmured, "But don't think for a second that means I'll go easy on you, dove."

His words were followed by a light nip at your earlobe, his teeth grazing the delicate skin. The gesture carried a hint of playfulness but also an intimacy that spoke of something deeper, something the two of you shared without needing to put it into words. There was a charge in the air, a mutual understanding that said more than any conversation could. He was Silco, a complicated man, and you knew that nothing with him would ever be simple. This tenderness hid something. It was laying the groundwork for something you already knew you'd hate.

"I wouldn't expect any less from you."

You replied with a touch of provocation, your words carefully chosen to echo his from moments earlier. The slight smirk on your lips was defiant, but you knew your attitude would only irritate him more. And it worked. Silco sighed, a deep and exasperated sound that seemed to convey everything without the need for words.

"For God's sake."

He pulled back slightly, relieving just enough of the weight pressing down on you for you to catch your breath, but not enough to allow any chance of escape. The arm he braced against the desk beside your head felt like a barrier, while the other rested near your waist, a constant, dominating presence. It was a minimal concession, but an intentional one—a reminder of who still held control of the situation.

The two of you remained like that for a long moment, the silence broken only by the uneven rhythm of your breathing and the faint ticking of a clock somewhere in the office. Silco's eyes were locked onto yours, and it was impossible to ignore the intensity in his gaze, as if he was trying to extract answers from you with sheer will alone.

Finally, he broke the silence.

"Why did you run?"

The question came out low, almost a whisper, but it carried a tension that didn't need volume to be felt. He tilted his head slightly to the side, his expression a mixture of frustration and something you couldn't quite place. Perhaps disappointment.

"Why would you put yourself in such danger, knowing full well the risks? You're no defenseless damsel, so don't try to tell me you did it by accident." His tone was firm, but not without reason. "You made a choice, and you chose to leave. So I want to know why."

You knew this moment would come, but you never imagined it would be like this. The situation was so absurdly contradictory — an interrogation at his desk, with your bodies in alarmingly close proximity — that the context almost distracted from the implicit danger in his words. Silco had always been a man of control, and the idea that you had defied him to the point of running seemed to deeply unsettle him. A small part of you felt a flicker of satisfaction.

You opened your mouth, trying to formulate a coherent response, but nothing came. Part of you knew he was right. If you hadn't made that impulsive decision, the abduction would never have happened. Ultimately, you were to blame for putting yourself in this position. But that didn't absolve him of his share of the guilt.

"I don't know..." you said casually, diverting your gaze from his eyes for a brief moment. "A momentary lapse of judgment that went horribly wrong. That's all..."

The instant you saw the shift in Silco's expression, you knew you'd made a mistake. It wasn't a subtle change. It was as though a silent storm had swept through him, extinguishing any remaining trace of patience. The grip on your waist tightened, and you felt his fingers press into your skin like sharp claws — a silent warning. The glint in his eyes was unmistakable, a mix of disdain and admonishment, as if he were deciding, in that very moment, what kind of lesson he would teach you for your evasive answer. You knew this was only the beginning.

"I don't appreciate lies." he said, his voice smooth as silk but laced with a hidden edge. It was the kind of tone that made your stomach twist, a subtle warning that you were treading on thin ice. He leaned in closer, his warm breath brushing against your skin, and you could feel the implicit threat in the proximity. "Least of all from you."

The weight of his words hit harder than you expected, their meaning hanging in the air, inescapable. He was dead serious.

"The last person who tried to deceive me..." Silco paused, his tone dripping with cruel irony. "Didn't meet a very pleasant end."

The pause he allowed was long enough for the gravity of his words to sink in, settling in your chest like a heavy stone. His grip on your waist grew even tighter, as if to reinforce the point that he could squeeze harder, both literally and figuratively.

"I'd hate for history to repeat itself."

You stared at him, refusing to look away, even as the weight of the tension between you grew heavier. Silco had this almost supernatural ability to turn every word and gesture into a minefield. The hostility that always seemed to simmer beneath the surface between the two of you was beginning to emerge — quiet but undeniable. It was a violence that didn't need words or actions to manifest; it existed in every glance, in every movement, and in the deafening silence that filled the space between sentences.

It was like a shadow in the corner of the room. Always there, always present. You knew it wouldn't disappear, no matter how many lights were turned on. If anything, the darkness only seemed to give it more space to grow.

"Are you threatening me, Silco?"

Silco's smile was a spectacle in itself, but not in any comforting or reassuring way. It wasn't a smile born of genuine humor, much less kindness. A tight pull of his thin lips, almost mechanical in precision, exposing his chipped teeth as each word left his mouth. There was something about the way that smile lingered on his face that sent a chill down your spine—a visceral reminder of who he was.

"Am I?" He tilted his head slightly to the side, almost innocent, but the sarcasm in his voice gave him away. "Oh, I thought I was merely offering a simple observation, dove. You know, a little advice, from one... friend to another."

He pronounced "friend" with a clarity that felt unbearable, savoring every syllable as if the word itself was laced with poison. The sound of it carried acidic venom, a curse disguised as courtesy.

"Friends?" you teased, tilting your chin upward and leaning closer to him again, letting the weight of the suggestion hang in the air between you. Silco didn't back away. He allowed the proximity, but the gesture was accompanied by an almost imperceptible movement: the hand that had rested on your waist slid away, as if he already knew what was about to happen.

Your eyes caught the detail, but you refused to be deterred. The hand resting on the table moved subtly, almost instinctively, until it neared the dagger Silco had embedded in the wood moments earlier.

"I thought we were past this part."

And then, in one swift, precise motion, you pulled the dagger from the wood and spun it, pointing it directly at his neck. The blade's gleam caught the room's light for a split second, but any sense of triumph you might have felt evaporated just as quickly. Before you could even process what was happening, you felt the unmistakable cold steel of a gun barrel pressing against your chin.

"Getting predictable, dove? I thought you were better than that."

Silco's voice was a low, sharp whisper, dripping with that infuriating confidence that always seemed to follow him. He tilted the revolver slightly, forcing your chin higher. The gesture was as casual as it was cruel, a clear demonstration that he was in control of the situation, even with the blade dangerously close to his throat.

But you didn't back down. On the contrary, your fingers tightened around the hilt of the dagger, and you felt the blade press even closer against Silco's neck. One slight movement, and it would all be over. You saw his throat bob as he swallowed, the subtle tension in his muscles betraying that, no matter how composed his face remained, he could feel the danger.

"You're far too confident, aren't you?" Your voice came out low, carrying an almost theatrical calm. You pressed the blade harder against him, feeling the faint resistance of his skin. "I could kill you right now... you saw what I did in my apartment, didn't you?"

"You could." Silco replied, tilting his head slightly as if offering you a better angle. "But you won't."

"And how are you so sure of that?"

Silco, being Silco, seemed to revel in the danger. He leaned forward slightly, closing the distance between you until you could feel the heat of his body against yours. Your heart raced, and it wasn't just from the threat of the weapon pointed at you. It was the entire moment: the suffocating proximity, the piercing gaze, the way he commanded every second of the situation.

"You don't hesitate." he whispered, his lips dangerously close to yours. "So, I wonder, why did you hesitate that night?"

The words hit you like a blow, catching you completely off guard. He knew. How, you had no idea, but he knew what had happened that night, just before your escape. You blinked, trying to process it, but before you could form a question, the distinct click of a revolver being cocked snapped you back to reality.

And then he fired. Without hesitation.

The dry click echoed in your ears, and your body flinched instinctively, taking a moment longer to realize there was no bullet in the gun. But Silco didn't seem to care; in fact, a faint smile formed on his lips, as if he'd merely proven a point.

"You had my loaded gun and no one to stop you. What made you change your mind?"

"How did you—"

"Just answer."

Curiously, something inside you gave way. Without fully understanding why, you let the dagger fall from your hand, abandoning the weight of the threat you'd raised against him. Perhaps it was the fact that Silco's gun no longer seemed like a real intent to harm, but rather a statement of control. That gesture, that silent lesson he always managed to deliver, disarmed you in a way you hated.

You weren't one to stay silent, much less back down. You always had a retort ready, a sharp provocation, something to keep the dynamic balanced. But now, in this moment, there simply wasn't the will to act like a defiant brat. Not when the tone of the conversation felt so serious, so charged with tension.

Still, the feeling was uncomfortable. You were on dangerous ground—not in the line of fire anymore, but treading on thin ice, and you knew that any wrong word could send it all crashing down.

"I... I don't know." You sighed deeply, turning your head to the side, unable to meet his gaze any longer. The admission slipped from your lips with a weight that felt disproportionate to the lightness of the words. "But this time, I'm telling the truth."

That sentence felt far too intimate, more intimate even than the position you were in.

"I wanted to do it... but I couldn't. I just... couldn't. It seemed easy the first time, but now... I froze. And I have no idea why."

It was a lie. You knew exactly why. But some truths were better kept locked away, hidden behind unbreakable walls.

Silco remained silent, and then, slowly, he moved the revolver to the side, setting it down with a gesture that seemed almost casual. He took a few steps back, finally releasing the tension between you. It was a relief, and yet, an unsettling emptiness. You took the opportunity to sit on the edge of the table, the weight of your own confusion now resting heavily on your shoulders.

"Is that what caused the outburst that made you run?"

"In part. I just wanted... to disappear." You admitted, though the bitter taste of honesty was almost unbearable. Part of you hated to confess it, but there was no room for lies now. "To get away from you." The words came out softer than you intended, almost as if confessing a sin to the devil himself.

You expected an outburst of anger, perhaps some sarcastic remark, but what came was completely different. Silco leaned in slightly and raised his hand, gently touching your chin with a disconcerting tenderness. You instinctively braced yourself for a rough grip, something that matched his cold, ruthless demeanor, but the touch was soft, almost... careful.

He forced your face to lift, compelling your eyes to meet his. The look he cast in your direction was rigid, controlled, but there was something deeper beneath that mask of ice. It wasn't anger that you found there, but an almost palpable disappointment, a kind of emotion that seemed misplaced in a man as dangerous as him. It was that, more than anything, that made your heart race—not out of fear, but something far harder to define.

"Don't ever do that again." The words were spoken with a chilling calmness, but the tone was absolute, unquestionable. It wasn't a request; it was a command.

You should resist. Every fiber of your being screamed at you not to submit, to hold onto some shred of control over your own narrative. But the moment his gaze pierced through yours, any trace of resistance was crushed. You simply nodded, too drained to defy him.

When Silco extended his hand, you hesitated for a moment, but soon took it. The gesture was surprisingly natural, almost intimate. He pulled you up to your feet and, in silence, led you back to that false wall. The groan of the door as it opened echoed in the space, but his attention never wavered from you.

"You need to rest." His voice was more controlled now, but it still carried a note of authority that couldn't be ignored. "Your body's been through too much. I don't want you passing out again."

"And you? You need sleep too. You look like you haven't closed your eyes in days." You crossed your arms, leaning against the doorframe. "Besides, this room is yours, not mine."

Silco raised an eyebrow, his expression slightly skeptical as if weighing your words. "Are you suggesting I sleep with you?"

"Well..." you began, tilting your head and letting the smile spread across your lips. "You kind of already do."

The tone was unapologetically playful, a deliberate provocation you knew he wouldn't let slide without a reaction. Silco's expression shifted, and he huffed, rolling his eyes. Despite his apparent irritation, something in his demeanor betrayed him—he wasn't truly bothered. Maybe, just maybe, he was even amused, though he would never admit it.

"But yes, I do want that."

He remained still for a moment, the silence hanging heavy between you like a drawn curtain. Then, without a word, Silco stepped forward. You felt the immediate shift in the atmosphere—subtle but undeniable. Your body reacted instinctively, stepping back as he advanced. Silco didn't need words to convey the control he wielded. You held his gaze, but it was hard not to get lost in the sharp contrast between the blue and orange of his eyes. It was like staring into an abyss and feeling a strange, reckless urge to leap.

It was only then that you noticed the low, definitive click of the door locking behind him.

Silco stopped in front of you, his presence filling the space like a looming shadow—threatening, yet strangely captivating. He tilted his head slightly, assessing your expression with an almost clinical interest, but his eyes... his eyes told a different story. You had the distinct sensation that you had walked willingly into some sort of trap, one you had set for yourself, heedless of the consequences. And he seemed ready to savor every second of it.

Part 11

AUTHOR'S NOTES: Yes, we will have smut in the next chapter, just wait. Now with all the information thrown in the previous chapters, have you figured out why Silco was interested in her years ago? I made a small arrangement on how the story will unfold and in theory it will have approximately 30 chapters, but it can change either more or less. Which means we will have a long way to go.

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Okay people! DP X DC idea time!

This hit me like a trainwreck and I must release it into the wild. Will I write this properly one day?

Anyway!

Let's think about sensory deprivation tanks. Danny phantom. What if the thermos acted like one? It was only meant for short term storage. What if the Fenton's built a coffin like one meant for long term? 

And they caught Danny first?

—---

The Fenton's newest invention "ghost in a box" had caught him. It was a dumber bigger heavier version of the thermos and somehow they managed to catch him right as he was falling to earth after a nasty hit to the jaw from the latest ghost of the week.

He propped himself up on his elbows and hissed through his teeth. Better to get out of this box quickly. His parents probably couldn't handle this guy. Using the bright glow of his eyes, he examined the inside of his new holding cell. It was fairly big. Big enough for him to roll about and prop himself up on his elbows. There was 10 inches or so of watery ectoplasm sloshing around him as he moved and shifted. Surprisingly comfy too. At least compared to the cramped space of the thermos.

Without the glow of his eyes it was dark. Completely dark. The kind of dark that makes you wonder if you really had that hand on front of your face. And it was quiet. The only sounds were the faint sloshing of the ectoplasm and his own breathing. 

He saw the faint line of the lid and tried with all his might to push it open. His ghostly strength didn't seem to do much. He was panting by the time he decided to try to phase through it instead. He ended up with a sore head for his efforts. Airtight, watertight and ghost proof. 

There was no way out. 

He tried his phone which had luckily enough survived the fight.

No service.

Danny sighed heavily and lay back in the water, staring at his phone with a tired frown. So much for luck. Hopefully, Tucker, Sam, or Jazz would break him out before school tomorrow.

The silence was so strange. He'd never been somewhere this quiet before. Even the ghost zone at its most peaceful had the sounds of flowing ectoplasmic winds. He felt his eyelids fall shut as he slipped into a doze. He was frankly exhausted from everything that had happened that day and needed a nap. So he took one as he waited for someone to open the box.

But Nobody did. Nobody could. Apart from his friends and sister, nobody cared to.

You see, immediately upon his capture, the elder Fentons rushed the box back to the lab for testing. After several hours they had declared the invention a success. As long as no one opened the box, the ghost couldn't escape. 

Meanwhile Tucker, Sam, and Jazz were consumed with worry. They hadn't seen Danny get captured, but after Jack and Maddie proclaimed Phantom was caught the next day on the news, they feared the worst.

Jazz confronted her parents about Phantom in the box, but she was kindly and lovingly dismissed. You see, they had given it some thought and finally agreed with their daughter that ghosts too dangerous to be studied should just be caught and dealt with humanely. A compromise. Sure they couldn't do all the tests they wanted, but they would rather have their town and family safe.

The "Ghost in a box" was equipped with noise canceling movement dampening ecto-sustaining technology. In essence a sensory deprivation tank. The ghost would be kept safe until they were docile enough to be released for study or simply turned back into base ectoplasm to be recycled for something else.

But they didn't know about cores.

And they didn't know about Danny.

Cores would not dissipate like regular formless ectoplasm. They would remain even as the physical form of the ghost melted away as their consciousness faded into everything and nothing within the box.

But Danny wouldn't. Jazz knew that Danny couldn't.

A core wasn't made to house a human. A ghost, who was the personification of a person's emotions the moment they died, a being made of obsession, could be condensed and made dormant inside the fragile safety of a core. But a human flesh and bone body? A heartbeat? He would always be there. Able to be sucked in a thermos, yes. Ghost in a box, yes. His ghostly abilities made him pliable enough. But into his core? Never going to happen.

His heart and core were very different, but worked together in harmony. Neither could exist without the other. Neither could be taken out without issue. (The ghost catcher notwithstanding. Freaky duplication personality splitting weirdness) Should his heart vanish into the core, it would die. Hearts do not take compression and dormancy well. Should his heart be removed, the core would have no filter and overtake the body, burning it into pure ectoplasmic fire.

Danny was the perfect balance. His heart strengthened his core and his core energized his heart. He could not be easily shattered or dissipated. But this meant he also could not retreat into his core when his mind or body failed him. 

He had to remain fully formed. Fully in ghost form. The ectoplasm that was being cycled through the box made sure he was stable, but he would suffocate and starve if he became human.

He was well and truly stuck.

Jazz begged and pleaded with them to let him go. The psychological damage would be so severe if he stayed in longer than a few hours. But their success had blinded them to the point of pride. Instead they praised her for her empathy and willingness to study the obsessions ghosts were known for.

They only really started listening to her after Danny had been missing for an entire week. And even then it was just a call to the police and a search to hunt "they ghost who took our baby boy".

(Did Jazz ever break down and tell her parents the truth? Who knows.)

Perhaps the worst part was that his loved ones couldn't even get to the box. It had been locked up in some government facility almost immediately after the Fenton's announced their success. The patent was sold to the government for a truly amazing amount of money.

Danny was out of reach.

It was only after months of petitioning and rallying and absolutely threatening Vlad with ruining his political reputation, Sam was able to gain access to the box to "see for herself if they were truly as humane as the Fenton's claimed". She had 20 minutes with the box and she and Tucker did everything they could to open it. 

Nothing worked. No hacking or code they tried could open it. They had no power tools or weapons to try attacking it with. For 20 minutes they tried.

For 20 minutes they failed.

There was nothing they could do. They were escorted from the premises kicking and screaming.

Meanwhile the product went viral. Some opposed it, some praised it. The Fentons became famous for the "ghost in a box". Soon they were available widespread. Ghosts were being caught left and right and safely contained. most of whom were peacefully living out their afterlives in their chosen haunt.

Many ghosts were caught actively seeking Phantom. Skulker, Ember, some invisible ghost kid, a great hairy looking wolf man, and more. Ghosts were being caught all over the country. None of them could escape once they were put in the box. And none of the other ghosts knew what was truly happening to their kind. They only knew that if you went into the human realm, you didn't come back. 

Surprisingly enough, Vlad was eventually the one to put a stop to it. By forcibly closing the portals. The Fentons were too busy with their manic search for their son to rebuild their own portal. (And even if they tried after jazz told them the truth, would it have even worked?) His own portal was hardly ever used anymore. Mostly because alongside the "ghost in a box", the Fenton finder and ectoplasmic tracker were also extremely popular tools for ghost catching. It was too risky to activate his personal portal. If he was caught, he was as good as dead. 

But he too was eventually caught.

Somebody had finally looked into his shady dealings. Suspicious of him, and not wanting to rule out anything ghostly, they opened a box on him during a packers game.

He never saw it coming.

Eventually almost every ghost people across the world knew of were caught. The U.S. government paid for the boxes and had them categorized and stored deep underground in a ghost proof facility that slowly faded from history.

But what about Danny?

Let's ask a different question. Do you know what happens when a human stays too long without sensory input?

The hallucinations started when his phone battery gave out.

—————

The justice league had been an entity for quite some time now. Long enough that they felt secure in digging down into the underbelly of various world governments to root out world ending threats at the source. Especially after what had been going on with CADMUS and their government sanctioned cloning operation.

Someone (the flash? Batman? TBD) finds old records of a bunker buried deep under the earth full of something called "ectoplasmic" radiation. For the safety of the nearby town of Amity Park, they felt the need to dig it up and clean it out.

Upon entering the bunker in full OSHA approved hazmat, they find strange looking boxes. Boxes upon boxes stretching for at least a mile, maybe more if there are sublevels. Each box is labeled with a number. The first one they find is marked 3278 (or some other arbitrary number). All the boxes are sealed tight with no known way to open/dispose of them.

Most of the heroes agree just to let the bunker be. It was sealed and doing no visible harm to anyone or the environment.

But Batman (or other super? Dealer's choice) decides to do a bit more looking.

He stalks through the boxes, noting the numbers, the lights saying 'occupied' and 'dissolved'. Many of the boxes are buried deep. He can really only observe the ones close to the walkways.

He walks all the way to the very bottom. The very end of the bunker. Where there is a solitary box set on a raised platform. It is labeled number 1. The lights flash 'occupied'.

'Corporeal'.

He takes it back to the watchtower for analysis.

——————

The justice league cannot safely open the box. Any attempt to break it open could compromise whatever is inside. Scans do not indicate what could be inside.

More research is done into these boxes. Nothing digital is found. Eventually someone looked through some old offices stationed outside the bunker and finds patents for the boxes. Dr.s Fenton describe in detail what the box does and how to use it. It was meant to never be opened by anyone without the proper DNA match.

Apparently Jack Fenton, understanding that ghosts can possess people (read overshadow) coded the box to reject anything that had human DNA in it. He had to manually override the security to open the boxes. Which included several (read 100) security questions and passwords pertaining to Jack directly.

So only someone completely non human and non ectoplasmic could open the box.

Good thing they had aliens on payroll.

—————

Superman pressed his thumb to the scanner. There was a light beep and a sudden rush of pressurized air. A cheery voice rattled out of a small speaker embedded in the box's control panel.

"Wow! I don't know how you found an alien, but well done! Please enjoy your docile ghost or ectoplasmic goo! Thank you for using the Fenton GHOST IN A BOX! Patent pending please don't sue."

Superman, startled by the sudden voice, took a step back. The lid of the box opened slowly the inside dark. Toxic looking green mist sluggishly broiled out of the box. It spread almost like fog across the floor.

A black hand with abnormally long and skeletal fingers stretched slowly rose out of the mist, rising to grip the side of the box.

All the superheroes were immediately on edge. Hands flying to weapons and dropping into fighting stances. Superman himself jumped back to guard against whatever was coming out of the box.

What emerged was frankly horrifying to look at. A black mass of bulbous limbs and... Tentacles? Were those tentacles? Claws and teeth scrabbled at the edges of the box until the entire bulk of the thing fell from the edge, squelching with whatever liquid had been inside. It hit the floor of the watchtower with a wet sounding thud.

There was an immediate reaction among the heroes.

"Oh gross!"

"That... What IS that?!"

"Eugh..."

"It's not human, that's for sure!"

"Someone find a member of JLD!!"

"Get Constantine up here!"

Amidst the noise the thing on the floor writhed about. All over it's amorphous body, eyes opened. Countless eyes appearing all over it's form. They were the same toxic green color as the mist, but brighter.

The eyes rolled about and winced. The thing shuddered as if in pain and the eyes squeezed shut back into the void. Instead, teeth appeared, countless mouths inside mouths and razor sharp teeth upon teeth. It scrabbled on the floor and opened it's countless mouths.

And screamed.

Heroes threw their hands over their ears in an attempt to stop the sound. Those with enhanced hearing took it the worst. Superman himself was forced to kneel, hands pressing to the sides of his head desperately. It sounded like the screams of the damned. Of someone dying. Of thousands suffering. He couldn't move, couldn't react. It was going to drive him mad if it didn't stop.

It came almost in waves, battering against the triple reinforced windows protecting the inhabitants from space. Lights above their heads popped and broke as sound crashed about the room. Coffee mugs shattered, fuses blew, and the watchtower was plunged into darkness.

With the darkness came a panic. The screaming was unending, debilitating. Some curled into fetal positions, uncaring of their peers. Others tried to run, but with the power gone, doors wouldn't open.

Not many paid attention to the thing on the floor.

It is important to note that in attendance that day alongside batman were a few of his brood. Namely Red Robin and Black Bat. It is also important to note that Black Bat is a hero who is hearing impaired.

So of the heroes in the watchtower that day, Black Bat was the only one to focus on the amorphous thing despite the noise.

She watched the Eldritch horror even as the watchtower fell to darkness. It had too many mouths. Too many eyes. It's form was barely recognizable in the darkness, but as she watched she could see the makings of something humanoid.

It had a discernable head.

She watched it try to open its eyes various times only to see it shriek louder and shut them swiftly. It was in pain? Even though the lights had gone out? She looked at batman and the other heroes. They were screaming and yelling and trying to figure out a course of action.

She looked back at the thing. The sound beat at her ears in waves. Growing ever louder as those around her screamed in pain.

In that moment, Cass had an epiphany.

She lunged across the room, reaching Red Robin almost instantly. She allowed the sound to reach her ears as her hands left them to dig around in Tim's utility belt. She knew he had them, she'd seen him wear them often enough.

Ahah! She triumphantly pulled the headphones from a side pouch. Dick and Jason teased Tim about the headphones when he first got them for working on casefiles. They were the big chunky kind. Designed to fit over the entire ear.

Designed to be noise cancelling

She turned and sprinted towards the thing on the floor with her prize. The closer she got the worse the sound was. It beat on her brain painfully, she could feel a nosebleed trickle down her lip. Still she darted forward. She leapt ito the air, flipping upsidedown as she did. She aimed to the beings... Head? What could've been it's head... And deftly slipped the headphones onto it.

There was a flailing of... Limbs?... In her direction as she sailed through the air. She landed a bit ungracefully as the sound crashed over her again. She covered her ears with her hands and retreated, turning to face the entity as she backed away.

There were hands... Or hand like things... Clutching the headphones. Slowly the screaming dwindled. Soon it was quiet save for the cursing and crying and relief voiced by the heroes.

"Oh thank god!"

"It's over!"

"Ugh my head..."

"Is everyone okay?"

"I understand why they had that thing locked away now."

"Black Bat." Cass turned to see Batman holding his head in one hand. "What did you do?"

Cass mimed putting the headphones on. "Overstimulation." She said simply.

"What do you mean?" Batman looked to the entity. His eyes narrowed at the way it clung to the headphones. His gaze swiveled to the inky darkness of the box. An idea swirled in his brain and he nodded. "Extreme sensory deprivation."

Cass nodded, pleased.

"Batman! What happened? Are you alright?" Superman approached the pair. His voice was raised slightly. Blood dripped from his ears.

"I'm fine Superman." Batman faced him fully, moving his mouth in exaggerated syllables. "But you're not."

Superman smiled sheepishly. "I see you noticed. I can't hear anything right now." He turned towards the entity. "What do we do now? It's clearly too dangerous to simply let free." He turned back to Batman. "With the watchtower out of power the best option we have is to put it back into the box."

"Hnn..." Batman frowned. "I don't think that would work well. Based on how it reacted to light and sound, we can assume that the box was some sort of sensory deprivation tank."

"Sensory deprivation tank?"

"It's a box that cuts off all stimuli from the outside." Red Robin pulled himself off the floor with a groan. "It's a form of extreme isolation. Do you think that's why it was screaming?"

"What?"

Batman ignored Superman. "I believe so. Black Bat was the first to notice."

Red Robin squinted. "Are those my headphones?"

Cass grinned at him. "Useful."

He huffed and passed her a handkerchief from his belt. "You owe me new ones." She giggled silently and took the handkerchief, wiping away the nosebleed.

Batman grunted, gaze shifting back to the writhing mass of black in the darkness. "We'll have to quarantine this room. I don't believe trying to handle the entity would be wise."

"No kidding." Superman winced, putting a hand to his head. "But we won't be able to do much until Cyborg restores power. He was in the control room when the screaming started, right?"

Not a moment after Superman had finished speaking the backup lights came on.

And the shrieking started anew.

Heroes were once again forced to their knees as the sound hit them. Cass wasted no time and ran towards the entity. It was no longer a roiling bulbous mass, but rather had a partial humanoid form. A clear and present head and shoulders, thin long arms with hands clasped around the headphones.

She didn't know where it's eyes were supposed to be, but she didn't bother taking the time to figure it out. She ripped her cape from her shoulders and flung it over top of the entity. There was an immediate flailing of limbs and tentacles as it tried to get the offending object off.

Cass worked quickly. Pulling a blindfold from her belt, she wrapped it swiftly around the "head" of the thing in front of her. The knot was tied equally as fast, but before she could pull away, her hands were caught.

Long, impossibly long fingers held her hands in a vice grip. They were icy. So cold that it felt like her skin was burning.

But the screaming stopped.

"Black Bat!"

Cass ignored Red Robin's cry and Batman's frantic run towards her.

The entity had stilled.

It's limbs shrunk instantly, leaving almost normally proportioned arms and legs. The tentacles shrank away to nothing. The claws and fangs receding with them. The grip on her hands turned gentle, the fingers shrinking to a normal, proportional size.

Cass's eyes darted to Batman, stopping him just before he reached her. She shook her head minutely. This thing was not hostile.

It was scared.

Cass turned her gaze back to the thing and watched, tense as the fingers slowly ran up and down her hand. It felt her wrist, palm and fingers.

Slowly, the blackness faded into color. Blinding white hair fluttered with an unseen breeze. Skin tan underneath the headphones and blindfold. A tattered jumpsuit in black and white stained green.

A nose peeked out from under the blindfold. A pair of lips, thin and chapped. Freckles dotted what she could see of the cheeks.

It looked young. A young humanoid. It probably wasn't human at all but, the similarities were there. It looked like a boy. Younger than Tim, but older than Damien.

He looked thin. She traced the line of his ribs with her eyes. She would see where his hip bones jutted out. He was emaciated. Or very nearly. He looked as of he'd been starving.

She head Batman shift as he knelt beside her. She knew he'd seen it too. This boy had been tortured in extreme isolation. What had happened to him?

He didn't speak. She didn't really expect him to. He searched her hands for a moment more, before his hands stilled. Then, slowly, carefully, his fingers intertwined with hers. He gave a gentle squeeze.

She squeezed back.

The blindfold covering his eyes grew wet. The wetness seeped down the blindfold and dripped to the floor.

The boy was crying.

"You're real." Came a raspy whisper.

There was a flash of bright white light and suddenly a very starved human boy was collapsing into Cass's arms.

—————

(Cass looked up at Bruce with wide eyes, cradling the boy to herself. He now had pale skin, tattered blue jeans and a worn T-shirt. His tousled black hair was grimy with filth. Dark circles shadowed long dark eyelashes and hollowed cheeks.

Cass was suddenly sure. Whatever he was, he was hers now.

"New baby brother."

Batman sighed heavily.)

————-—

Aaaaaand I have more? Maybe? Like the idea that he has gone crazy and lost his senses for a time really appealed to me. Cue rehabilitation and him trying to free the other ghosts/Vlad and get them back to the ghost zone. Maybe try to go back in time to stop it all from happening? Idk.

I felt the need to post this before I dedicated too much time to it and wrote a multi chapter fic but never actually post it anywhere. 🫠

Tell me what you thiiiiink.

[proud-leech-dad]

OKAY. SO.

Blog goals and plans in terms of leech research and care:

1. Confirming optimal conditions of water: This will be our top priority and involve a couple of different steps. My heavy metal strips are actually coming on Wednesday, which works out perfectly for the water change. Come Wednesday, We'll test tank conditions before water change to monitor the production of nitrites/nitrates between my last test this morning. We'll test the tap water for metals and general water conditions, test it again when treated, and if confirmed to have no metals, will be adjusting to adding less minerals if my water is already properly mineralized. Hopefully this will fix Squonch, but if not, we have more plans.

2. Gathering of data from natural sources that typically house leeches: In this case, we'll be gathering rudimentary data from a nearby pond, but on a larger scale, will be gleaning data off research papers and actual biologists for water conditions in wetlands and bogs. I can possibly find government or state resources and may end up trying to contact someone in their natural habitat up in europe for that data as well. I don't have the detailed specs for the water in my tank that a properly equipped lab would have, but I can compare as best I can and get water tested.

3. Breeding and possible dissection: Come spring, the leeches will be in their mating season. If I have a cocoon, it will be safely moved to the old fishbowl as a nursery tank, and any more than the one cocoon will be euthinized. I only want max 5-6 leeches in my tank to keep feedings managable, considering I'm feeding off myself (once again, not medically reccommended). If Squonch is still sick at that point (wouldn't be till summer) I'll humanely euthanize him with the assumption that I've done most all I can, and he'll be properly disected record and photograph internal biology, the cause of the illness if physical, and if proven to be something unobservable, will at least provide biological information that may be helpful in the future. If it is a twisting of his internal blood crop, I want to determine if there's any physical manipulation that would help. Worth a shot at least.

4. Behavioral observations of leeches in goups of >3: There's reports of leeches exhibiting different behaviors in a grop than when there's only one or two. I want to do at least a month of detailed behavioral observations in 10 minute increments at least twice a day and compare it when I eventually have more. If there isn't a cocoon come summee, I'll be ordering a few more, this time from a reputable breeder (I have regrets) and will be raising my numbers to 4 to accurately record behavioral changes before and after leech introduction.

5. Leech guide: There really isn't any comprehensive guide on leech care when it comes to water conditions, tank requirements, etc. I want to create a constantly updating official guide with as much information as possible to help people in the future so they don't have to trawl through forums like I did.

6. Become an actual biologist??? To be seen.

[mutantceri]

Research Note 112: Procedures

Dr. Wood wants me to write down a day of mine and send it for reference, so I'm gonna do it my way, and edit it later. "Explain it like I'm an intern following you." Sure thing doc.

*QUE UP MR. BLUESKY BY ELO on the playlist*

Wakeup with 10 minutes till I have to leave. Rush out to car, hop in and drive to the clinic. I usually make it with 20 minutes to spare. Morning meeting, with about half of us in treatment its definitely getting diverse, haha! Everyone talks about any updates with equipment, goes over a patient list and needs, and then shares how their treatment is going for research purposes. It also helps us provide better patient experience.

I then go over to the patient intake rooms and talk with the nurses who help prescribe the gene therapy part of the treatment. I ensure they know where we plan to do beam work on each patient so they can help prep them and answer any questions. Less of a surprise really helps. Sometimes, the bioengineers are around, and I pick their brains on how they make up the different species and treatments. It's incredible how much they can do with a pill.

We usually get our first patients at 10. They go through the waiting room and get called back to an intake room to speak with the nurses first. The usual vitals and weight are taken (if the patient can fit on the scale), and they go through a long questionnaire to see how they've felt, changes they've noticed, and concerns they have. If they are a returning patient, they'll usually get a physical on areas we have treated, a blood panel, and nurses will search for any malformities in their changes. Doctors, mainly geneticists, will come in after, and prescribe their next course of medication (that has to be synthesized at our lab; they'll update any changes and work on filling while the rest of the treatment is happening.)

I'm not always patient-facing, but when I can be, (I love helping with this part), I fill in often. I'll get called to come and escort the patient to a diagnostics room. This lab has every scanner, x-ray, and probe imaginable. Patients are put on this table that is built like a shoe sizer, which spreads them into a t-pose. The diagnostics are operated by a radiologist while a geneticist overwatches the scans. Most patients fall asleep in the half-ish hour this takes. Between the computer and their decisions, new treatment areas are chosen. If need be, a nuclear operator (like me!) can fill in for the radiologist, as the diagnostics are effectively the same as in the proton beam machine.

It's important to remind the reader, the beam therapy not only eliminates any malformed cells or abnormal changes, but helps break down areas that are stubborn for the new species cells to fill. Think of it as blowing microscopic holes that the animal goop fills, then spreads around.

*Que "Dyson Sphere" by Epic Mountain music (kurzgesagt) on the playlist*

We'll then pull the patient out of diagnostics, and let them have a few minutes to stretch and relax before they are taken down a winding concrete hallway into the treatment room. Then, they get laid back down on a table similar to the one before in a dark room with a glow around the table and beam arm. Have you ever played Portal? The arm looks like GLaDOS, but with a narrowing probe down to the end. This time, the patient is restrained lightly by thin bands about every 10 inches. They cannot move while the beam is firing, or it might get healthy tissue! The technician then leaves the room back through the winding corridor and works from a station remotely. There has to be so much separation and concrete so someone doesn't accidentally get blasted by protons. The computer will then retrace where the geneticists and other computers highlighted, firing beams like lines in a tattoo. The real sci-fi part of this treatment is how the beam selects depth, and how fast it can track and find new targets. This technology was originally experimented with to help break down radiation-damaged cells, and then cancer, but it also works very well on removing the cancer that is humanity. (<-Joke, kinda) Even more than that, we've discovered ways to augment treatments for, well, everything. My favorite is using [REDACTED] to create cosmic rays for cosmic beings. (We've been accused of creating gods, demons, and horrors with this, but that's for another note) For about 30 minutes again, the arm will whirr and buzz around the patient. Midsession, the beam will stop, and run a second scan to verify nothing is reacting poorly to being beamed out of existence. It then goes back to targeting and firing. Most patients fall asleep while it goes; I've felt a sunburn-like feeling where I've gotten my treatments, but it usually dissipates by the end of the day.

*Que "Science Fiction Double Feature" From the Rocky horror picture show on the playlist* I'll give them about 5 minutes unless they are antsy, then come in and release them. Usually help them stand up, catch their balance, and walk out. I keep lollypops at the door, and make sure everyone gets one. They then go back to intake to get one last look over before being sent on their way, with most returning in 3 months.

My regular job, now that we are out of development, is relatively simple. In between patients, I do a complete inspection of the patient-facing part of the machine, then go back into the equipment rooms and verify everything is still functioning. The particle accelerator needs 'fueled' every treatment. We also have to verify the cooling system is optimum. It is extremely risky for a patient to get incomplete treatment, so the system has to be perfect each time.

At the end of the day, (6ish) I'll check all the systems. I try to wipe down all the stainless every day to keep it nice (and scifi looking) and look over the days data for any anomalies we might need to fix the next day. I'll lock up the beam room, say bye to the second shift researchers and analysts, and leave, making it home by 8 and usually passing out after takeout. If it wasn't for the patients, it would be the most boring job. But, thanks to the real stories, it never is. There, a long-form, first day in the life of Ceri the kinda sorta dragon. -Ceri

[spacetimewithstuartgary]

Relativistic Heavy Ion Collider (RHIC) enters 25th and final run

Collisions of gold ions and other experiments will complete the RHIC science program and provide crucial insights for the future Electron-Ion Collider (EIC)

Silver is the traditional gift for 25th wedding anniversaries, but gold continues to be the element of choice for scientists conducting research at the Relativistic Heavy Ion Collider (RHIC). Today, this U.S. Department of Energy (DOE) Office of Science user facility for nuclear physics research at DOE’s Brookhaven National Laboratory entered its 25th and final year of operations, smashing together the nuclei of gold atoms traveling close to the speed of light.

RHIC first smashed gold ions in the summer of 2000. This year, RHIC physicists will complete data collection for one of the collider’s central goals: to create and study a unique form of matter known as a quark-gluon plasma, or QGP. This soup of the innermost building blocks of protons and neutrons last existed in nature some 14 billion years ago, just after the dawn of our universe, before those more familiar nuclear building blocks ever formed. By melting the boundaries of individual protons and neutrons, RHIC’s collisions set the quarks and gluons free, reliably recreating the primordial plasma so scientists can explore its inner workings.

In Run 25, scientists will use all the accelerator, detector, and data-capturing capabilities physicists have developed at RHIC over the past 25 years to probe the QGP with unprecedented precision.

“The evolution of RHIC has been nothing short of extraordinary,” said Jin Huang, a Brookhaven Lab physicist who was recently elected as co-spokesperson for RHIC’s newest detector, sPHENIX. “From its groundbreaking discoveries in creating and characterizing the quark-gluon plasma to its role in nurturing talent across the globe, RHIC has not only expanded the frontiers of nuclear science but also cultivated a deep, collaborative spirit among researchers. As we enter this final run, we carry forward the legacy of relentless inquiry, innovation, and mentorship that has defined RHIC’s journey.”

The highest priority for Run 25 will be gold-gold collisions at 200 billion electron volts (GeV). Those are expected to continue until at least early June, with a break from collisions in July and August to avoid operations in the challenging heat and humidity of summer. In mid-June, an advisory committee will assess how close the team is to meeting gold-gold data goals and discuss options for running additional types of collisions depending on available funding.

Interspersed with collisions, accelerator physicists plan to conduct accelerator physics experiments, or APEX studies, in 15-hour stints every two weeks to explore ways of improving accelerator performance. In the past, these studies have contributed substantially to dramatic improvements in RHIC’s collision rates, its ability to keep beams polarized, and other characteristics responsible for its remarkable success. APEX studies have also tested accelerator concepts crucial to the Electron-Ion Collider (EIC), America’s next collider, which will be built by reusing components of RHIC and adding new electron accelerator equipment.

“The APEX program has improved RHIC operations and upgrades, and in Run 25 it will play a crucial role in the design and future operation of the EIC,” said Haixin Huang, the Brookhaven Lab accelerator physicist who’s been leading this effort.

STAR goals for Run 25

RHIC’s STAR detector has been operational since RHIC’s beginning, with many upgrades culminating in 2022. Since then, its goals have been steady, including capturing as much data as possible from 200 GeV gold-gold collisions.

“From Runs 23 and 24, we collected 8 billion high-quality gold-gold collision events, and we aim to collect an additional 10 billion events this year,” said Brookhaven Lab physicist Lijuan Ruan, a co-spokesperson for the STAR experiment. “Additionally, we plan to leverage our detector’s ‘triggers’ — sensors that analyze characteristics from collisions in real time — to acquire a substantial number of events enriched with high-energy particles,” she said.

“With STAR’s improved ability to track particles emerging from collisions in the forward direction along the beamline — and record data at much higher rates than in RHIC’s early days — we hope to provide multiple measurements that will enable physicists to analyze them simultaneously instead of one variable at a time,” said Frank Geurts, a physicist at Rice University who is the other co-spokesperson for STAR. Using this “multimodal” approach and combining data from RHIC’s final three runs will help physicists explore global properties of the QGP, such as its temperature and ability to flow like a nearly friction-free “perfect” liquid.

sPHENIX aims for Run 25

For Run 25, the sPHENIX detector, which began operations in 2023, will be using all its capabilities for the first time to study the QGP produced in gold-gold collisions, with the goal of capturing data from 50 billion collision events.

“This new data set will allow sPHENIX scientists to study the QGP with remarkable accuracy using unique signals,” said sPHENIX co-spokesperson Megan Connors, a physicist at Georgia State University. “By combining these RHIC measurements with high-energy experiments at Europe’s Large Hadron Collider — which generates a QGP at higher temperatures — we’ll be able to refine our understanding of how this exotic matter behaves as its temperature changes.”

sPHENIX deploys precision particle tracking and the first “barrel hadronic calorimeter” at RHIC. These components identify different types of particles produced in collisions and measure the energy of particles emerging all around the point of collision. The data allow physicists to fully reconstruct “jets” of energetic particles emitted in each event — and study particles containing quarks that are heavier than those inside ordinary protons and neutrons.

“While events involving these heavy quarks are quite rare, the sPHENIX detector has been specifically designed to capture and identify a massive number of these events,” said co-spokesperson Jin Huang.

Since these heavy particles and jets are produced in the earliest stages of the collision and traverse the QGP as it evolves, they can both serve as probes for understanding the plasma’s properties. For example, a depletion, or “quenching,” of high energy jets has been a key signature of QGP formation since RHIC’s early days, with the understanding that jets “lose” energy through interactions with the QGP.

“Now we are diving deeper into studying these modifications in detail and testing the theoretical descriptions of energy loss in the QGP,” Connors said.

APEX studies for Run 25

The accelerator physics experiments proposed for Run 25 are entirely focused on understanding and mitigating challenges in the design of the EIC.

“Because this is the last year of RHIC operations, our goal is to make good use of available APEX beam time to answer critical questions related to the EIC design,” said Haixin Huang, the program leader and chair of the steering committee that decides which experiments to conduct.

Some of these APEX studies call for use of gold ion beams while others require accelerated protons. The highest priority experiments include studies to keep ion beams “flat” as they circulate through the collider and cross at an angle inside a detector — both of which will be essential to maximizing collision rates at the EIC. There will also be studies to understand how beams interact with one another with the aim of reducing effects such as intrabeam scattering, which can cause beams to expand and reduce collision rates.

“With a minimal amount of time — isolated 15-hour blocks every other week during the RHIC operational period — it’s essential that these experiments are well-planned so we can collect the data we need quickly and then get the machine ready for the next physics collisions,” Huang said.

Path forward

In addition to advancing scientists’ understanding of the hot nuclear matter generated in gold-gold collisions at RHIC, the data collected by, experience gained at, and technological advances incorporated into RHIC’s detectors are also helping to pave the way for future experiments at the EIC.

“From RHIC to EIC, scientists are mapping the transition of nuclear matter from a hot, dense state, generated in gold-gold collisions, and then planning to use electrons — the smallest projectiles — to probe cold nuclear matter at the EIC,” sPHENIX co-spokesperson Jin Huang noted.

Cold nuclear matter is the starting point for fully understanding what happens in RHIC collisions — what nuclei are made of before the ions collide. It’s also what makes up the visible matter of our world today — everything made of atoms, from planks of wood to planets, stars, and people. So, the research at the two facilities, though separated in time, will be highly complementary.

On the detector technology side, the sPHENIX hadronic calorimeter is slated for reuse in ePIC, the detector planned for the EIC. Cutting-edge monolithic active pixel sensors, first used in STAR and advanced further for sPHENIX, will be upgraded again for the EIC. And sPHENIX’s pioneering streaming readout data acquisition system, which has improved the precision of certain measurements by orders of magnitude, serves as a foundational model for the EIC data aqusition design.

“sPHENIX has also been an excellent opportunity for early career scientists to learn how to bring a new experiment to life from building, to commissioning, to operating new detector systems, to data collection, processing, and analysis,” Connors noted. “These skills will be crucial for commissioning and operating new detector systems at the EIC.” 

As construction of that new facility begins in earnest at the conclusion of this year’s RHIC run, experimental nuclear physicists will have plenty to keep them busy.

“While our journey of data collection at RHIC will conclude after this run, the journey of discovery into the unknown will undoubtedly continue well into the next decade,” STAR’s Ruan reflected. Co-spokesperson Geurts agreed, saying, “STAR will continue to shine a bright light, guiding our work to better understand the fundamentals of nuclear matter. There is a lot waiting to be uncovered in the vast amounts of data that we will scrutinize in the years to come.”

Connors of sPHENIX further stressed that the journey is far from over, along with the importance of data longevity for nuclear physics:

“The raw data collected is just the beginning of a long process toward scientific discovery. We anticipate many exciting results from sPHENIX in the coming years,” she said. “In addition, all our data will be preserved to maximize the potential for future joint discoveries with the EIC.”

IMAGE: Superconducting magnets inside the tunnel of the Relativistic Heavy Ion Collider (RHIC), a U.S. Department of Energy Office of Science user facility for nuclear research at Brookhaven National Laboratory. The collider is entering its 25th and final run before being transformed into a new facility, an Electron-Ion Collider. Credit Kevin Coughlin/Brookhaven National Laboratory

[meritopcollegeindelhi]

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[evidence-of-the-unknown]

For our second intermission, a look at the desk of one Thyle Killroy… I plan on starting CH 2 next week, so sit tight! Thanks for reading!

[ID: An illustration of the top of a desk with two documents showing. one has a crest for the United States Extraterrestrial Life Investigation Agency, the other a rendered headshot of Murphy. Notes and paperclips are scattered on the desk. One note is a to do list with the items, "Follow up on Hopkins," "Lovejoy's dry cleaning," and "request files on the incident in…" Which is cut off. End ID.] (Full transcripts under the read more link.)

[CLASSIFIED MATERIAL] INCIDENT REPORT: 12/28/2022 #100692 SUMMARISED BY AGENT THYLE KILLROY, SCENE SUPERVISORAt 21:20 MT a previously undetected object was picked up entering Earth’s exosphere by our [redacted] Location instruments, indicating a crash trajectory somewhere within the [redacted] jurisdiction. Special Agent Lovejoy dispatched the cleanup squad, headed by myself, as soon as the impact site could be confirmed. Transit took approx. 10 minutes, and confirmation of extraterrestrial origin was made upon arrival. Standard cleanup discretionary procedures were followed. Evidence gathering and scrubbing was nonstandard, as the vessel had mostly disintegrated by unknown means before our arrival. By the time equipment was readied, what remained was a smoldering pile of ash. Said ash was collected, along with any remaining intact fragments, and placed with lot Alpha. Immediate testing shows a similar elemental makeup to the [redacted] incident, but any further information will require time as the lab runs further comparisons. Lot B contains photo evidence of all gathered items. One instance of non-identifiable tracks was noted, moving away from the crash site. These tracks are quickly lost, however, due to wind conditions outside of the protected area and interference by the tracks of a human witness. Tracks indicate that the witness is likely subject M. Nye, previously documented in surveillance file #742420. Nye was likely in the area prior to the incident and arrived before the cleanup crew by chance. I have taken it upon myself to further investigate this lead, as Lovejoy has indicated that it will likely be a low-risk investigation. Any evidence learned by this investigation will be added to this incident file as seen fit.

SUSPECT OVERVIEW Documented by T. Killroy 2/11/2020

NAME: Murphy Leilani Nye SEX: F DOB: 11/16/1998 ADDRESS: N/A [Request followup]Murphy Nye is a 21 year old female suspected of being a possible source of the latest photo leaks of the National Lab for Unquantizable Physics (NLUP). Nye was found by security guards near the outer fence on the south side at 09:00 this morning. She was unresponsive to most questions and “very confrontational” to security forces. Nye was convinced to leave the premises under threat of legal action. Upon further investigation, several automatic cameras were found in the area, hidden between rocks and within plantlife. Said cameras were removed and confiscated by E.L.I. operatives. Nye has little information available, indicating she may be more than a run-of-the-mill conspiracy theorist. She has essentially scrubbed herself off of the internet and has no current listed address. Her previous address, [redacted] Tacoma, WA belongs to her parents who reportedly have not seen her since [redacted]. Though there is little concern over Nye’s leaks being an issue going forward, we have advised the KWTF studios to refuse further submissions from her to their radio show as she could cause a disturbance. There was also an attempt to take down Nye’s blog, but it has since been restored with further protections.

Personal note by the author: Though Agent L. is unconcerned with Nye, I can imagine her becoming a problem in the future. As such, I am classifying her as a B class risk. End report.

End ID.]

[rishikul-123]

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[trentsambuccus]

Here’s a chibi Donnson while I info dump ‘bout him a bit. My apologies for it being randomly ordered.

Donnson Au name: BM13 Au

Name: Donnson Hamato (BM13 [Bio Matter 13])

From the: ‘bad future’ timeline in ROTTMNT

Son of: Donatello Hamato

Little brother of: S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.

DNA of: 40% Donnie, 10% Raph, 15% Leo, 10% Mikey, 25% (Kraang)

Soft-shelled turtle

Made when Donnie was 23, he was trying to make a weapon to defeat the kraang but got a kid instead.

Mad scientist whom dabbles in tech. Main in chemistry and sub in biology. Uses botany as a hobby.

Slightly feral

Fluent in the turtle, kraang, and English language.

Pansexual

Partner: Casey Jr.

Adhd, Autism, hallucinations, superiority complex, inferiority complex, OCD. Manic disorder, PTSD.

Is closest with his Uncle Leonardo. Feels distant with his father Donatello due to Donnie always being focused on his work.

His dad died when he was 11, three days before his birthday.

Got sent back in time with Casey to stop the apocalypse at age 17.

Acts indifferent, manic, feral, know it all, sarcastic, and obsessive most the time.

Flips out when he finds out about the internet.

Gets stars in his eyes for cool science equipment.

Gender: He/ Him

Japanese American turtle mutant.

Ninpo: takes shape of teal smoke, the smoke can take form of different things.

Only wears turtleneck shirts or button-up shirts with short shorts or baggy cargo pants.

Wears black, dark gray, and dark blue clothes.

Has a lab coat.

Weapons: Chemistry + tech + MARK 23 Heckler & Koch Handgun + long scythe

Edit: (I got more to add brah)

He got the scar on his face while attempting to make a kraang infection cure. He had his gear on but the reaction was delayed so once he took off his gear and banged his fist on the table it exploded. This happened at 16 years old, Leo was there, he flipped out.

Donnson’s kraang DNA slowly and slowly grew more prominent so as he got older he got slightly more feral. Heightening his emotions by a lot. His obsessive, turtle, and violent nature was affected the most. He became especially violent when people were around Casey. Is chill with his Uncle Leo, adores Casey, fucks with his papa, is scared of and obeys April, and is meh around anyone else. Donnson was only able to speak in turtle for some time. Leo was rusty but was able to generally understand and speak with Donnson.

Donnie was helping him find a cure but died before it was finished. Casey was able to make a suppressant using both Donnson's and Donnie’s notes on it. The protective and obsessive nature over Casey stuck along with turtle noises to express emotions. The kraang eye went blind after the suppressant.

Love languages: Donnson giving

Acts of service

Gift giving

Love languages: Donnson receiving

Quality time

Physical touch

There is repetition in here but there is also a lot of new stuff so check it out.

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File: Alan Wake

SCP#: AHH

Code Name: Cauldron Lake/ Reality Ocean

Object Class: OVM

Special Containment Procedures: Mobile Task Force Mnemosyne-Γ "The Darkest Minds hold the Strongest Pens" is responsible for suppressing the reality warping abilities of SCP-AHH. The Pataphysics Department and Department of Unreality manages MTF Mnemosyne-Γ as well as containment of SCP-AHH. 

Mobile Task Force Mnemosyne-Γ is enforced by clones created by the Foundation given brains that are genetically programmed with vast knowledge, spliced with genes of reality benders collected by the Foundation through the years, and trained in Oneiroi. The combination of high intelligence, reality bender genes, and the ability of Oneiroi has allowed these clones to interact with SCP-AHH in ways that no normal or abnormal Foundation staff ever could before. 

There are currently 35 units within MTF Mnemosyne-Γ with their physical bodies being located at various Foundation sites. 5 are located at Site-AD, 10 at Site-AG, 5 at Site-AK, 5 at Site-AM, 10 at Site-AP. The reason they are spread out is to ensure that if one Site suffers a containment breach and a team ends up killed as a result, the other MTF Mnemosyne-Γ units will continue to suppress SCP-AHH. 

MTF Mnemosyne-Γ units use their ability of Oneiroi to travel to the location of SCP-AHH without physically getting close, once there they utilize their reality bending to prevent SCP-AHH from harming or even noticing them. Once there, they combined their vast intelligence and different anomalous abilities to create a metaphysical barrier around SCP-AHH to keep it from leaking out. Of course, SCP-AHH anomalous reality altering abilities makes this nearly impossible as it continues to create cracks and gaps in the barrier allowing bits of its influence to leak out. However, without MTF Mnemosyne-Γ units doing this, SCP-AHH would have caused greater damage to our world. 

The town called Bright Falls that surrounds the physical location of SCP-AHH has been taken by the Foundation with the primary reason to perform physical experiments. The secondary reason is to safely escort away any civilians who accidently or try to get too close to SCP-AHH. The Third reason is to dispose of any SCP-AHH-1 instances, Foundation Laser Rifles are distributed to ensure this happens with 100% success. The town is populated by AFA-3 units programmed with Level 3 A.I., equipped with the understanding of human psychology and emotions, allowing them to be perceived as normal people. Testing has shown that Artificial Intelligence does not affect SCP-AHH at all so utilization of AFA-3 units is the best alternative to Foundation staff. 

Any Civilians wandering into the town, especially with the intention of going to SCP-AHH are to be immediately given the proper amnestics to ensure they forget even knowing SCP-AHH exists. Afterwards they are to be escorted out of the town and to the nearest town immediately. Civilians who happen to be artists or writers are a much higher priority of amnestization and escorting out of the town. If any such civilian gets within a 100-meter radius of SCP-AHH they are to be executed immediately. Afterwards their body is to be escorted to the nearest Foundation site and incinerated, this applies to Foundation staff who get too close to SCP-AHH as well. There are no exceptions. 

SCP-AHH-1 instances are to be killed on sight with either Foundation Laser Rifles or the various UV traps placed around the town. If somehow a unique SCP-AHH-1 instance is found, they are to be contained as best as possible and sent to one of the various underground labs in the town. If this is not possible the AFA-3 units are then programmed to record everything they witness this SCP-AHH-1 instance capable of doing to fully understand it. 

Description: SCP-AHH is a lake located in the Foundation owned town of Bright Falls, Washington that acts as a Nexas point to an extradimensional pocket dimension. Within this pocket dimension is a god-like consciousness with the ability to bleed fiction and reality together. Because of its anomalous properties there is unfortunately no limit to what SCP-AHH can create, as it has been known to alter historical events, create entire Groups of Interest with people who never existed before, and even bring metaphysical monsters to life. 

As such SCP-AHH is a hazardous anomaly capable of causing an CK Class Reality Reconstruction Scenario. Though how it is able to become such a hazardous scenario is what has baffled Foundation staff for decades. SCP-AHH feeds off of the work of artists and writers, being able to not only grow stronger through their imagination but able to turn their works into reality. This can include bringing characters to life, making whatever happens in a story true, turning paintings into real world locations, and even giving each of these their own detailed history that automatically overrides any part of history that contradicts it. 

However as stated before SCP-AHH is a god like consciousness and has its own personality and desires. Its personality has had limited observation so the best the Foundation can say is that it's sadistic, clever, and very prideful. Furthermore SCP-AHH doesn't allow those who qualify as Artists and Writers to write freely, it will either possess them or manipulate them into creating whatever it wants. The entity is very malevolent, often trying to create vessels for itself so that it can leave the Pocket Dimension it is trapped in. This would lead to an HK Class Deific Subjugation Scenario as there would be nothing to stop SCP-AHH from altering the world however it wants and controlling the fate of all life on earth. 

Unfortunately, SCP-AHH quickly became aware of its isolated status due to the Foundation containing it. As such SCP-AHH has created anomalous monsters labeled as SCP-AHH-1 instances. SCP-AHH-1 instances are metaphysical entities of living darkness that can possess any living entity or non-living object. These entities obey the will of SCP-AHH-1 and try to destroy the town the Foundation created in hopes of allowing civilians to get near SCP-AHH again. SCP-AHH-1 instances and whatever they possess are technically immortal and even indestructible as no forms of physical damage can hurt them. Human beings tend to be what SCP-AHH-1 instances prefer to possess the most, this is another reason as to why no living Foundation staff are allowed anywhere close to SCP-AHH.

SCP-AHH-1 instances don't just possess as there are certain SCP-AHH-1 instances that are especially powerful enough to create their own physical bodies. Sometimes these artificial bodies take the form of shadow humans, shadow animals, black liquid, and even living natural disasters with the most common being tornadoes. Though even SCP-AHH-1 instances that can do this are not labeled differently as they share the same weaknesses and meta physiology as regular SCP-AHH-1 instances. Furthermore, their appearances are so rare that it's impossible to properly contain and therefore study them. 

SCP-AHH-1 instances can be weakened and even lose their ability to defect physical attacks when shined by light, the brighter the light the stronger the result. Once the dark barrier protection of the SCP-AHH-1 instances has broken, conventional weapons can be used to kill them. However, this process tends to take time and is tricky to enact, as such Foundation Laser Rifles are instead distributed to AFA-3 units guarding the town. Energy based attacks and even extremely bright light have been shown to kill SCP-AHH-1 instances quite easily. Furthermore, SCP-AHH-1 instances cannot survive in daylight as UV rays kill them instantly. It is for this reason UV light traps have been placed throughout the city. 

SCP-AHH was discovered in the early 1960's when an auteur filmmaker form Finland named Thomas Zane came to the original Bright Falls town surrounding SCP-AHH. As he started making new art, SCP-AHH was able to feed off his work to make certain aspects of his work come to life. Foundation satellites were able to detect the anomalous activity and as a response sent in Mobile Task Force Lambda-5 "White Rabbits" was deployed. 

Once SCP-AHH was discovered the Reality Fracture Dimensional Containment Field Engine, or an RFDCFE-20 for short, that was given to Lambda-5 was activated to create an energy field around SCP-AHH. The field was supposed to suppress SCP-AHH's abilities to the lake alone; unfortunately, the Foundation underestimated the reality warping abilities of SCP-AHH and the entire MTF units were wiped out or turned into powerful SCP-AHH-1 instances. 

Afterwards Joint Task Force Dionysus-4 "Flip the Script" was created consisting of units from MTF Beta-777, MTF Gamma-5, MTF Epsilon-6, MTF Iota-10, MTF Lambda-5, MTF Mu-13, MTF Omicron Rho, MTF Omega-0, MTF Omega-12, and MTF Omega-45. JTF Dionysus-4 was composed of 200 units, 20 coming from each respective original MTF unit. They used their various tactics and abilities to have all the citizens found, administered amnestics, and evacuated to different towns, all while fighting off SCP-AHH-1 instances wherever they appeared. The mission took five days and led to 44 casualties within JTF Dionysus-4. 

The town was originally fenced off with the cover story being an uncontainable gas leak flooded the city making it uninhabitable. However, as SCP-AHH-1 instances were getting created they started going beyond the town to attack and kidnap campers, hitchhikers, as well as inhabitants of other towns. Thus in 1970, the Foundation created AFA-3's programmed to think and act like humans, to be sent into the town disguised as regular civilians with their hidden mission being to observe and cull the SCP-AHH-1 instances. The fence and cover story remained to keep civilians out.

As more data was collected, eventually Foundation researchers were able to find the perfect way to contain SCP-AHH entirely thus Mobile Task Force Mnemosyne-Γ "The Darkest Minds hold the Strongest Pens" was created. The process to create beings powerful enough for MTF Mnemosyne-Γ took 20 years but finally in 1990 the MTF was deployed and managed to successfully suppress SCP-AHH's reality warping effects. Unfortunately, SCP-AHH-1 instances can still be created and leak out into our plane of existence. Furthermore, all previous reality alterations made by SCP-AHH cannot be reversed. To this day, the Foundation has no way to determine the full extent of SCP-AHH's damage on our reality. There is a working theory that SCP-AHH is responsible for creating several SCP's, Groups of Interest, and even The Reset itself but nothing has been confirmed.

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SCP: Horror Movie Files

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How bout SFW alphabet with the doctor?

I was not expecting this one! Thanks for the ask! ⚡⚡⚡

SFW Alphabet Ask Meme for Surviving the Game the Doctor

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) Herman isn't the most conventional of people, or partners for that matter. Although he can be very affectionate to the person he cares about, the way he shows it is... odd. He'll offer to include you in his experiments or (lovingly) offer to implant medical devices in your body to 'upgrade' you. Then you can electrocute people together!

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) He doesn't remember when you stopped being a test subject and became a friend, but now you are and that's great! He's rather absent minded, but when he does remember that you're around, he'll try to include you in his projects in some way. If it helps, he'll show interest in whatever you have going on! As long as he remembers anyway...

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?) Yes! Cuddling is a fantastic way to discharge excess static! Since Herman's on his feet so much, when he does get the chance to sit down, it's nice to have someone beside him. He might lean on you, or you can lean on him. As long as you're touching in some way, he's happy.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?) This man doesn't have time to settle down! He has things to do! Cooking?! No time! Cleaning?! No time! Just throw out whatever's dirty and buy a new one!

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) He might honestly forget he hadn't broken up with you yet, and when you confront him about why he's been ghosting you, he'll remember and tell you then. It's not personal, he's just got more important things to do!

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) NO TIME FOR THAT! HE HAS THINGS TO DO!

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) Although he's a lot softer physically than most of the other Slashers, he tends to carry a lot of electrical charge in his body and will probably zap you 9 times out of 10 without meaning to... He's not purposely obtuse when it comes to emotions, but he's got such a single track mind for statistics and variables, he might not even notice you're not happy.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?) Hugs are also a great way to discharge excess static! If he's been busy shuffling around the lab all day, it's probably better to stay out of reach until he's gotten a hold of someone else...

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?) His love of science is never ending and he'll be sure to tell you that all the time. Oh, you mean towards you? Hasn't he told you yet? Oops.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?) Herman will absolutely get jealous if he thinks you're going to someone else for something he could have helped with. He's a doctor after all!

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss their partner? Where do they like to be kissed?) Herman is not a kisser, but he doesn't mind being kissed on the cheek.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?) Children are fascinating little gremlins! There's a never ending amount of things to learn from them! But keep them away from his lab equipment. They're grabby and clumsy, and that stuff isn't cheap.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?) Fast paced and full of weird, random, and sometimes seemingly pointless experiments, usually involving breakfast food.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) Often incredibly late. Nothing makes a man lose track of time like the riveting data of his latest tests. How did that mouse's head explode, and can he get the same results on something bigger?

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?) He probably won't even realize he's revealing it. Get him talking, and he won't stop. That often ends up with him going on rants about people he used to work with, tests that didn't turn out well, and how a certain pattern reminds him of his grandmother's couch.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?) Other than the things that make him jealous, nothing angers him more than a promising experiment suddenly going belly up with no clear reason as to why.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about their partner? Do they remember every little detail they mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) Herman usually doesn't bother to remember what day of the week it is much less what specific dates are important. Unless it correlates to an important scientific breakthrough that is.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in their relationship?) When you led him to a breakthrough in a project he'd been struggling with. It had simply never occurred to him to get an outsiders perspective, but he'll cherish that moment forever.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect their partner? How would they like to be protected?) It may take him a while to realize you're in danger, unless he's the cause. He'll do his best to keep you safe even if that means putting himself in danger. The only thing he wants you to protect is his research. He can handle himself, but if anyone gets into his files, there's going to be hell to pay.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?) If he remembers (it'll be very last minute) he'll scramble to put something special together for you. Hey, at least he tries!

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) He simply doesn't understand why no one likes his beside manner. What do you mean, your hands are cold and 'shocky'? That's not a thing! Maybe he should run some tests to find out what your problem is.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) He doesn't have time for that nonsense! Looks are secondary to results!

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without their partner?) Only if he notices they're missing.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.) Herman has fired more computers than any other Slasher around. He has to be incredibly careful not to overload them, but eventually forgets to discharge any excess electricity in his body and there goes another one! Due to this, almost all his research is handwritten and stored in carefully coded filing cabinets that take up almost every room in his house.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?) Don't. Touch. His. Research.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?) He usually falls asleep sitting at his desk after working for too long. It's scared the shit out of quite a few of the others when on occasions they've gone to talk to him, then realized he wasn't actually awake.

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Shadow Demon

Item#: SCP-8092 

Object Class: Keter 

Threat Level: [REDACTED]

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-8092 is to be kept in a standard 12 x 12 ft cell with one LED light inserted into each square foot of the ceiling to effectively cover every inch in light with no visible shadows. Each LED light must be replaced once every two weeks. If any LED light is to go out, observing personnel must report immediately to replace it as soon as possible. Under no circumstances are any shadows allowed near or inside the room. 

As of Incident 8092-01, only one person is to enter the room at a time with no object on or around their person, wearing a simple jumpsuit without pockets or extra features. 

As of Incident 8092-10, no objects are to be brought into the cell and/or left at any time under no circumstances. This includes but is not limited to tables, chairs, notepads, writing utensils, lab equipment, [REDACTED]. 

As of Incident 8092-16, [REDACTED] is not to be more than one mile away from SCP-8092's cell. 

Description: SCP-8092 is a humanoid second-dimensional shadow that can transverse across any vertical surface and is capable of communicating verbally in any language. It’s previous whereabouts before containment are unknown, the only known location where it resided being [REDACTED].

While SCP-8092 can be mistaken for anyone’s shadow being cast upon a wall from natural light, including when they are walking, upon closer inspection it is revealed that the dark silhouette constantly shifts. The head may form small horns, an elongated nose, or abnormal mouth. The arms often morph into claws or tentacles. The legs become abnormally thin or seem to have different textures. If watched for a few seconds, the ‘shadow’ seems to waver. 

When interacting with another object’s shadow cast upon a vertical surface, it is able to walk into it and then out of any other shadow within a mile radius, the second shadow needing to be cast upon another vertical surface as well. 

Another object’s shadow can also be manipulated to be stretched out further even if the original light source is not moving. The object’s shadow can also be given extra features, including sharp spears, moving as fluid as water, and seemingly to have any kind of appendage including a human hand or leg extending out. 

Only the shadow’s of objects can be manipulated, and it stays as a shadow on the vertical surface unless the object is physically touching the vertical surface, in which its shadow cast on any horizontal surface can be manipulated. However, if an object’s manipulated shadow comes into contact with a person’s shadow, the person will react as if a physical manifestation has interacted with them. 

As of Incident 8092-01, a personnel had been ‘grabbed’ by a clawed hand that reached out from the shadow of a table pressed against a wall, the personnel’s shadow being grabbed by the hand before being yanked to the side, revealing the shadow of their leg in particular was in its grasp. 

They were freed by the hand almost immediately after colliding with the wall and had been admitted to a medical examiner. Other than injuries from the collision, there were no visible signs of where SCP-8092 had grabbed their leg. They were released almost immediately. 

Due to the belief it felt threatened by two personnel entering the room, protocol has changed to only one person inside the room at a time. There have been no further hostile actions since the updated protocol. 

As of Incident 8092-10, the nineth attempt to establish a request for a ‘contract’ ended with a D-Class personnel being fatally injured. Previous to the interaction, it had been warned that drastic measures would be made if insufficient needs were met to create a ‘contract’ with another human. The only personnel provided with permission to create a ‘contact’ had been D-Class, and SCP-8092 noted it can not accept personnel considered expendable. 

After attempting to create a ‘contract’, SCP-8092 created a clawed hand that extended from the table’s shadow and swiftly swiped it through the D-Class personnel’s shadow. Within moments, the D-Class personnel [REDACTED] across the floor. Retrieval of the body was not hindered by SCP-8092 who allowed multiple personnel to come into the room at one time. 

Due to the warning of future identical fatal interactions with D-Class personnel, protocol has changed to strictly no objects inside the room under any circumstances. There have been verbal frustrations over this update from SCP-8092, stating there had been multiple warnings previous to the incident. 

As of Incident 8092-16, SCP-8092 can manifest itself as a full three-dimensional entity. As long as [REDACTED] stays within a mile radius, it can take the form of a 5’9” tall 40 year old male with a strong physique. Its eyes are pure white without pupils, teeth perfectly straight and abnormally white, with the rest of its body a dark purple from head to toe including long hair worn in a ponytail. It wears the site’s janitorial uniform consisting of a short sleeve shirt, pants, and work shoes also the same color purple. 

The shadow of [REDACTED] can also be manipulated and utilized in the third dimension. This includes creating a protective shield that is unable to be broken and creating [REDACTED] used to protect [REDACTED] if it is determined there is a threat. 

SCP-8092 can switch between both forms at its will, though physical contact to a vertical surface is needed before it go back to its shadow form. 

Full report of Incident 8092-16 is classified and can only be accessed by those with a Level 4 security clearance.

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Is B. Pharma Equivalent to Doctor? Know the Difference

Many students often ask, “Is B. Pharma degree in gwalior equivalent to being a doctor?” The short answer is no—but that doesn’t diminish the importance of a Bachelor of Pharmacy (B. Pharma) degree. While both professions serve vital roles in healthcare, their responsibilities, education paths, and job titles are significantly different.

Let’s explore the differences and understand the value of a B. Pharma course from VIPS Gwalior, along with helpful details about pharmacy in diploma, D Pharma syllabus, and more.

Understanding B. Pharma: Role and Scope

B. Pharma is a 4-year undergraduate degree focused on pharmaceutical sciences. It equips students with the knowledge of drug development, formulation, dispensing, and patient safety.

Key Skills Taught in B. Pharma:

Human anatomy and physiology

Pharmacology and toxicology

Pharmaceutical chemistry

Pharmacy practice and ethics

Graduates typically work as pharmacists, drug inspectors, or in R&D, regulatory affairs, or hospital pharmacies. Unlike doctors, they do not diagnose or treat diseases but ensure correct medication usage.

How B. Pharma Differs from a Doctor

While both professions are crucial, they serve different purposes: AreaB. Pharma ProfessionalDoctor (MBBS)FocusMedication and drug developmentDiagnosis and treatmentDuration4 years5.5 years (including internship)LicensingPCI-approved registrationMCI/NMC-approved licenseTitlePharmacistDoctorWork SettingsPharmacy, pharma companiesHospitals, clinics Google My Business :-

Why Choose B. Pharma at VIPS Gwalior?

VIPS Institute, Gwalior, offers an AICTE and PCI-approved B. Pharma program with industry-driven labs, hands-on training, and strong academic support. Here's why it's a top choice:

State-of-the-art infrastructure and labs

Experienced faculty from leading pharma backgrounds

Strong placement support with top recruiters

Affordable B Pharma and D Pharma course fees

Career support for both government and private roles

Related Courses: Pharmacy in Diploma (D. Pharma)

Interested in a shorter course? Consider Diploma in Pharmacy (D. Pharma)—a 2-year program ideal for quick entry into the healthcare industry.

D. Pharma Course Details:

D Pharma syllabus includes pharmacology, biochemistry, and dispensing.

The D Pharma course eligibility is 10+2 with Physics, Chemistry, and Biology/Math.

D Pharma course fees are generally lower and vary by institute.

After the D Pharma entrance exam, students can begin working in clinics, hospitals, or continue to B. Pharma.

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Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

1. Can a B. Pharma graduate use the title "Dr."?

No, B. Pharma graduates are not doctors and cannot use the “Dr.” prefix. Only medical degrees like MBBS or BDS provide that designation.

2. Is D. Pharma better than B. Pharma?

It depends on your career goal. D. Pharma is a diploma, suitable for quick employment. B. Pharma offers deeper knowledge and broader career prospects, including higher studies.

3. What is the entrance exam for B. Pharma?

Admission can be based on state-level or university-specific entrance exams, such as MP-PPT or direct admission based on 10+2 marks. Check with VIPS for the latest admission criteria.

Conclusion

While a B. Pharma degree doesn’t make you a doctor, it offers a prestigious and rewarding career in the pharmaceutical industry. Whether you choose pharmacy in diploma or go for a full B. Pharma course, VIPS Gwalior provides an excellent academic foundation.

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NASA’s SpaceX crew-10 astronauts to advance biomedical, materials, and physical sciences via the ISS National Laboratory

Astronauts to support cutting-edge biomedical investigations, NSF-funded physical science projects, and more through the ISS National Lab

Four crew members will embark on a new long-duration science expedition when they launch to the International Space Station (ISSInternational Space Station) on a SpaceX Falcon 9 rocket and Dragon spacecraft as part of NASA’s SpaceX Crew-10 mission. While on station, the crew will engage in a wide variety of research sponsored by the ISS National Laboratory®, including materials and physical sciences experiments and biomedical research. Findings from these investigations will benefit humanity and drive commerce in low Earth orbit(Abbreviation: LEO) The orbit around the Earth that extends up to an altitude of 2,000 km (1,200 miles) from Earth’s surface. The International Space Station’s orbit is in LEO, at an altitude of approximately 250 miles..

NASANational Aeronautics and Space Administration astronauts Anne McClain (commander) and Nichole Ayers (pilot) will join JAXA (Japan Aerospace Exploration Agency) astronaut Takuya Onishi (mission specialist) and Roscosmos cosmonaut Kirill Peskov (mission specialist) as part of Expedition 73 on the space station.

Below are some of the ISS National Lab-sponsored investigations that the Crew-10 astronauts will support during their expedition:

Several investigations funded by the U.S. National Science Foundation (NSF) seek to further fundamental science in the areas of transport phenomena and fluid dynamics:

An investigation from Lehigh University, in collaboration with ISS National Lab Implementation Partner(Abbreviation: IP) Commercial companies that work with the ISS National Lab to provide services related to payload development, including the translation of ground-based science to a space-based platform. Tec-Masters, will study particles in complex fluids to see how the particles move according to a thermal gradient (temperature changes over a distance). Results could help improve devices that detect the amount of a virus, called viral load, in blood or saliva samples. Onboard the space station, the researchers can examine the particle motion without effects from gravity-driven buoyancy and sedimentation. Insight gained could aid in the development of viral load detection devices that provide quick results without the need for complex laboratory equipment and procedures.

Building on previous research, an investigation from Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute that is supported by Tec-Masters aims to use microgravityThe condition of perceived weightlessness created when an object is in free fall, for example when an object is in orbital motion. Microgravity alters many observable phenomena within the physical and life sciences, allowing scientists to study things in ways not possible on Earth. The International Space Station provides access to a persistent microgravity environment. to study fluid flow in protein solutions to better understand why protein clumping occurs during pharmaceutical manufacturing. Protein-based therapeutics treat and prevent many conditions, from cancer to HIV, but protein clumping is a problem because it negatively affects drug quality. Studying the complex motion of proteins in solution on Earth is difficult because the proteins interact with the walls of the container holding the solution, which affects their behavior. In microgravity, the liquid forms into a floating, self-contained sphere, allowing the team to study protein motion in new ways and create models to better understand the factors that lead to protein clumping.

A project from the University of Alabama-Birmingham and supported by Leidos will study the formation and microstructure of ceramic-nanomaterial composites in microgravity to produce novel materials that are lightweight, electrically conductive, and stable in high-temperature environments. The materials can be made into almost any shape or size, making them valuable for many industrial applications such as energy storage, electric systems, and nanodevices.

A project from the University of Connecticut and Eascra Biotech, in partnership with Axiom Space, aims to use microgravity to improve the production of Janus base nanomaterials (JBNs). These nanomaterials, which self-assemble into a structure that mimics human DNA, could be used to treat diseases like osteoarthritis and cancer. When JBNs are produced on Earth, gravity-driven forces can cause defects in the nanomaterials. However, in space, where these forces are greatly reduced, the team can manufacture JBNs that have a more uniform structure, which leads to better therapeutic outcomes. This project builds on multiple previous investigations on station and is funded through NASA’s In-Space Production Applications(Abbreviation: InSPA) InSPA is an applied research and development program sponsored by NASA and the ISS National Lab aimed at demonstrating space-based manufacturing and production activities by using the unique space environment to develop, test, or mature products and processes that could have an economic impact. program.

IMAGE: Roscosmos cosmonaut Kirill Peskov, NASA astronauts Anne McClain and Nichole Ayers along with JAXA astronaut Takuya Onishi arrived at NASA’s Kennedy Space Center in Florida on March 7, 2025, to begin final preparations for their upcoming mission to the International Space Station. Credit NASA

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School with Best Infrastructure in Bhopal: Building Brighter Futures through Modern Learning Environments

Introduction: The Role of Infrastructure in Education

The quality of infrastructure in a school is more than just about buildings and classrooms. It’s about creating an environment where students can grow mentally, physically, and emotionally. A well-designed campus inspires curiosity, boosts engagement, and promotes overall well-being. When parents search for a school with best infrastructure, they are investing in a future where learning is supported by space, technology, and innovation.

In Bhopal, a growing educational hub, several schools are stepping up to this challenge. These schools don’t just meet expectations—they redefine them. With smart classrooms, green campuses, and world-class amenities, many institutions in the city now rank among the top 10 CBSE schools in Bhopal.

Why Infrastructure Matters in School Education

Modern infrastructure plays a crucial role in today’s education landscape. It provides an environment conducive to academic and co-curricular success. Features that distinguish the school with best infrastructure include:

Smart classrooms and digital boards

Science and computer labs with modern tools

Spacious libraries with updated reading material

Separate sports zones for indoor and outdoor activities

High standards of safety and hygiene

Dedicated spaces for arts, music, and technology

These elements promote not just academic excellence but also emotional and creative development.

How the Right Infrastructure Impacts Learning

Physical spaces influence how students think, focus, and interact. Well-planned infrastructure encourages collaborative learning, independent thinking, and exploration.

Key Benefits of Quality Infrastructure:

Improved attention and retention among students

Better student-teacher interaction

Enhanced participation in co-curricular activities

Safe and inclusive learning for all children

Reduced absenteeism due to improved hygiene and comfort

Parents looking for a cbse school in bhopal near me often consider infrastructure a deciding factor in the school selection process.

CBSE Curriculum and Infrastructure: A Powerful Combination

The CBSE school in Bhopal landscape has evolved significantly in the last decade. While the curriculum provides a robust academic framework, infrastructure enhances its implementation. CBSE schools that invest in modern facilities ensure students experience education that’s future-ready.

These schools integrate:

Digital resources aligned with CBSE textbooks

Language and robotics labs to support skill-building

E-learning platforms and virtual assessments

Activity-based learning zones

Green spaces for environmental education

This powerful mix places them among the best CBSE schools in Bhopal, especially for parents who value both substance and setting.

Excellence in Academics: Best CBSE Results in Neelbad

Schools located in educationally progressive areas like Neelbad have gained recognition for producing the best CBSE results in Neelbad. These schools don’t just rely on textbooks—they leverage their environment to make learning practical and engaging.

Academic success is often the result of:

Well-equipped classrooms

Labs for hands-on experimentation

Quiet reading areas for study and reflection

Technology-enabled teacher support

Such resources ensure students understand concepts deeply and perform confidently in board exams.

Affordable Quality: Best School in Neelbad with Low Fees

Modern infrastructure doesn’t always have to mean high tuition fees. Some institutions are setting an example by being the best school in Neelbad with low fees, while still offering state-of-the-art facilities.

What Makes These Schools Stand Out:

Budget-friendly fee structures with rich resources

Value-based learning combined with smart education tools

Focus on inclusivity and equal access

Clean, safe, and engaging classroom spaces

Parents seeking affordability without compromising on quality often prefer these schools, especially when looking for the cbse school in bhopal near me that offers maximum value.

Best Private School in Bhopal: Infrastructure and Innovation

The best private school in Bhopal often leads in infrastructure innovation. These schools redefine learning spaces and use them as catalysts for creativity and growth.

They commonly feature:

Open learning corridors and collaborative zones

Thematic playgrounds and early childhood learning gardens

Smart attendance and parent communication apps

Studio spaces for film, photography, or podcasting

Integration of sustainable architecture with green classrooms

These attributes align perfectly with modern pedagogical standards and global educational practices.

Supporting Early Learning: Best Pre Primary School in Bhopal

For younger children, infrastructure is even more critical. The best pre primary school in Bhopal ensures that early learners have age-appropriate spaces to explore, play, and socialize safely.

Key Features of Pre-Primary Infrastructure:

Colorful, engaging classrooms

Sensory play zones

Furniture designed for tiny hands and curious minds

Soft flooring and child-safe edges

Outdoor play areas with supervised equipment

Preschools that invest in quality infrastructure often evolve into the best preschool in Bhopal, setting the foundation for long-term success.

Blending Safety and Learning: What Parents Should Look For

While aesthetics and technology matter, safety is paramount. The school with best infrastructure is one that ensures secure, sanitized, and student-friendly environments.

Important Safety Features to Consider:

24x7 CCTV surveillance

Trained security staff

Fire exits and extinguishers on every floor

Infirmary and medical aid availability

RFID-based transport tracking systems

Parents often shortlist schools based on proximity and safety. Hence, when choosing a cbse school in bhopal near me, these features add significant weight to the decision.

Facilities That Enhance Creativity and Leadership

The best infrastructure not only supports academic learning but also fuels student passions. From science labs to dance rooms, versatile spaces encourage self-expression.

Co-Curricular Spaces That Matter:

Auditoriums for drama, debates, and public speaking

Music labs with modern instruments

Art studios for painting, design, and sculpture

Activity rooms for chess, yoga, and indoor games

Maker spaces for coding, robotics, and innovation challenges

These facilities play a significant role in making institutions rank among the top 10 CBSE schools in Bhopal.

Tech-Enabled Learning: Shaping the Future

Digital integration is no longer optional. The cbse school in bhopal with modern infrastructure is expected to offer a tech-forward education experience.

Key Tech Features:

Interactive whiteboards and virtual labs

Student progress tracking through mobile apps

Video lessons and e-content for remote learning

High-speed internet across campus

Online safety and digital citizenship training

Schools that embrace technology are better equipped to prepare students for global careers and lifelong learning.

Parent Perspective: What Makes a School Truly Stand Out?

Parents today are more informed and proactive. When they search for a cbse school in bhopal near me, their expectations go beyond academics. They assess the school's layout, classroom quality, learning materials, and accessibility.

Common Parent Priorities:

Clean, well-lit classrooms and corridors

Easy navigation and drop-off/pick-up points

Comfortable seating, air circulation, and temperature control

Spaces that inspire—not just accommodate—learning

Clear communication and administration zones

The parent-school partnership thrives in an environment that promotes transparency, comfort, and support.

Final Checklist: What to Expect from the School with Best Infrastructure

Here’s what the school with best infrastructure in Bhopal usually offers:

Smart classrooms and subject-specific labs

Age-appropriate play and activity zones

Green buildings and sustainability practices

Medical, sports, and recreational support systems

Transport tracking and GPS-monitored fleets

Career counseling and digital resource centers

Inclusive facilities for children with special needs

Ample parking, assembly zones, and outdoor seating

Such schools offer not just education—but an experience.

Conclusion: Building the Future, Brick by Brick

Infrastructure is not just about concrete and steel—it’s about possibility, comfort, and empowerment. A school with best infrastructure provides the foundation upon which students build dreams, friendships, and character.

Whether you're searching for the cbse school in bhopal near me or seeking institutions with the best CBSE results in Neelbad, don’t overlook the power of the learning environment. From the best preschool in Bhopal to institutions recognized as the best private school in Bhopal, infrastructure remains a crucial factor.