TW: medical malpractice, horror, obsession, yanderre themes, unhealthy behaviors, blood, gore, murder, etc.
A loud, frustrated scream ripped through Darius’s throat before various surgical instruments clattered to the floor. This experiment had been yet another failure…
“You’re supposed to sweetly ask me how my day is!” Darius screamed at his patient who held their arms over their head in a fetal position.
“I-I didn’t know-“ The patient screamed when Darius stomped his foot into their back side over the fresh incisions. Loud, pained wails left the patient’s throat as they crumbled to the floor. Apologies bubbled through their throat.
“She would have never made such a mistake…” Darius sighed as he turned to his scalpel. That’s right, his darling fiancée would have gave him a big smile and rushed into his arms… she’d never be so uncouth.
Darius grasped a scalpel from off the floor, his gray eyes reflected off the shiny surface. There was only one way to fix such a grave mistake he’s made…
Darius swung his fist into the patient, the scalpel now deeply imbedded into their eye socket. One last, pathetic wail left their lips before they laid in a pool of their own blood on the once pristine floor in a grotesque halo.
Darius rubbed the small bit of blood that splattered on his face with disgust. This wasn’t the same… it wasn’t her. This failure of an experiment could never compare to his perfect fiancée… his (your name).
“I wonder when you’ll come back to me…” Darius softly whispered to himself, his eyes studied the pool of blood in disinterest. “How many more of your little dates do I have to mutilate and dispose of until you become mine again?”
Darius thought for a moment before he studied the corpse’s ears in interest. Maybe he should send his beloved a little present? That should get the ball rolling.
Darius yanked the scalpel out of the patient’s eye before he sucked in a breath. This was all for her own good… he’d make her see that he was the best choice. By force.
Fix-it AU idea, where Mercy is asked to give Padme a second medical opinion. The whole confession ended with Hero with no Fear getting a couple days long mental health leave after Mercy heard all about Anakin's sleepless nights and anxiousness from his wife.
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TSUMSHI IS A LITTLE……. TOO TRANSPARENT W ITS EMOTIONS especially regarding it’s feelings towards ace and ace tsum is the peak rizzler. both pairs get along but one survives a little better than the other
I made this clone trooper oc called Seven who constantly gets bullied by his peers in the 501st because of his name.
Basically:
“Did you know Seven had a brother?” Fives whispered from his bunk. Kix, still partially sleep induced, groaned from the bed beneath. “We’re all brothers, dipshit.”
Fives shushed him frustratedly. “Nono, like a twin, y’know?? Like Echo and me? Or Waxed and Boil from the 212th?” Hardcase peeked out of his own bunk. “What happened to him? He got blown up?”
Fives shook his head with a cheeky chuckle. “Oh, nono, much more gruesome than that. His name … was Nine.” Then, he dramatically shifted to the edge of his bunk with a dark look in his face. “It happened during one of their missions… they had been cut off from their squad and ran out of food … and do you want to know what happened?” The air in the room was tense as the troopers held their breaths.
“Yes?”
“Seven ate Nine.”
From the other side of the room, an angry grumble erupted. “Fives, stop making up stories based on my name.”