Simply Sensational – SS.

The Doctor was able to gather himself together in time to take the Hell’s Kitchen Crew off to the Greed Ball.  All looking Simply Sensational in their dapper attire.

Scene Setting : Hell’s Kitchen.

Co-written with Temp and Moo.

 

 

Temp:  Roxanne hadn’t expected Loc to actually be able to pick and choose things so well, and yet here he was happily searching for something for her to wear. The poor creature really did seem to be completely infatuated with her, though it’s concept of true love was likely warped. It was kind of sad, but in a way he was like a giant deadly murderous puppy, which just added to the extremely fucked-up-yet-cute thing he had going on. Nevertheless, she already appreciated the big goof, and enjoyed watching him so happily help her. Once he had finally decided on a dress, he brought it over to her with a giant smile planted on his face, for obvious reasons. The dress was certainly interesting and shiny, while the pink feather boa was…well…a pink feather boa. The outfit was something straight out of a movie, where a beautiful lady wanted to steal looks from every pair of eyes possible. She wasn’t really interested in that type of thing, but she would accept the dress and boa happily. “Thank you Loc!” With the dress and boa in hand, she walked into a separate room and changed into it rather quickly. Now wearing the dress and boa, she stepped back into the room and did a couple little spins to show it off. “Well, how do I look?” The only thing that didn’t make sense about her outfit was her head/face-wrap, but such a thing was necessary for the nurse. She had actually grown to like it, and considered it as more of an accessory over time.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Suddenly the door to the fitting room burst open, and there stood the doctor wearing a glorious suit that was like nothing that he had worn before. Black with a silver vest, black cumber-bun, black tie, shiny shoes and a small row of medals that jangled and clinked as he waltzed into the room. His face was obscured by a mask that was like that of a bird. It had a long beak that stretched out and could easily take an eye out if someone got too close. He bore a smile that looked genuine. Flashing brilliant white teeth and sporting a monocle, he was the epitome of style. There was no obvious signs of the sadness he had just been experiencing for he had pushed those memories right into the darkest corners of his subconscious. The doctor did a light shoe shuffle, before twirling a cane. He was like Fred Astaire; dashing and debonair. As Roxanne begged the question on how she looked, the Doctor let out a boisterous “Sensational…simply sensational.” It was as though someone had already popped the Doctor’s cork.

“Right my lovelies….and Loc, let us away to a night of wonder and..new customers!”

The Doctor opened the door only to see a very sad looking Igor, who was missing out on all the fun. The Doctor wiggled his finger at him to show that there would be no sad faces. “Don’t worry Igor, we will give you a blow by blow account of the night’s events, plus I might see if I can rustle up a doggy bag from the buffet!”

Offering Narcissa his arm, the Doctor would escort his Frankenstein bride like creation to the demonic roadster with Loc and Roxanne bringing up the rear. They were quite the foursome, and no doubt all eyes would be on Loc at the Ball. It was all part of the Doctor’s plans to have him exposed in a social setting.

~RB~

 

Moo:  Narcissa had been somewhat quiet, mostly humming to herself while she put dresses back in place during the time the nurse took to dress herself. It wasn’t until she came out with the pink boa and sparkling dress that the monster turned her head and her eyes widened to the size of saucers. Her mouth popped open and she gave a squeal for her friend. “You’re like a movie star! Like a princess! Like a diva!” It was mostly her blabbering in the background while the Doctor gave his own appraisal. In which her blabbering turned into an admiration for him as well. She hopped excitedly, somehow, and clapped her hands together, having decided to wait beside Loc. His gloomy face didn’t rain on her parade a bit while the ditzy monster smiled genuinely, tilting her head while she hummed another tune. With the Doctor offering his arm, she took it without hesitation and stepped at his side. She looked proud to be there, happy, and care free. Wilhelm also seemed to be more chipper than he was previously, and it helped to bring her spirits up on the way to the roadster.

 

 

The pain behind his laughter – SS.

Though Doctor Wilhelm kept everyone merry with his wit and banter, the truth of his tale was a far darker one than anyone had imagined.

Scene setting : Hell’s Kitchen.

Co-written with Temp and Moo.

Moo:  Narcissa’s enthusiasm had subsided slightly, even while she continued to prod Loc’s fine clothing on his bulky arm, the creation stared at Roxanne. She tilted her head, a small smile still well placed. When had this place become so gloomy? These were feelings she wanted to ignore. Gloom and doom was not in the least Narcissa’s style. Still, it was hard to give the least bit empathy when she herself hadn’t experienced sadness like the others had. If one thought about it scientifically, she actually had no soul. Or, it was so blank, she could be compared to a child; still lost to the negativity in the world. So, when Roxanne finally spoke, the Frankensteinian girl nodded her head to show her excitement. Everyone knew the girl loved to be used for help around the lab. There was never a job too big or small! She would take them all on! “Loc is one lucky guy! He wakes up and meets pretty Roxanne! And then he gets to dance with her!” The giant seemed to share her enthusiasm the more she spoke, as he laughed and made unintelligible noises to showcase it. Roxanne had to be adorned in something astonishing! She was a lovely person with the most gorgeous figure to be complimented. Her personality was something Narcissa admired, and her dedication to the lab was even better. Tonight would be another night of happiness for the lab team, even if poor Igor couldn’t be a part of it. Unfortunately for the pair, Narcissa was having trouble in picking out colors. She dashed about the room in circles, picking dresses from hangers to toss them away, or throwing them over her arm. “This one’s pretty! This one’s better!” constantly being heard from different spots in the room. She was like a buzzing bee while she moved around quickly. “Umm…” She frowned as she stood in front of the nurse, dresses piled on both arms until her ears. The variety of skirts fanned out in a cluster of colors and patterns.

Temp:  Roxanne’s mood was brightened just a bit thanks to Narcissa’s cheery self, but it was far from completely recovered. She felt as if she was broken for some reason. This weak feeling was terrible and she wanted nothing to do with it. For now she put on her ‘happy face’ and clapped her hands in appreciation of Narcissa’s assistance. “Thank you, Narcissa!” She would remain quiet and calm as Narcissa went to look for an outfit for her. When she did finally return she had wound up bringing quite a bit with her, instead of just picking one thing. She was as confused and lost as Narcissa was at this point. Her head turned to look up at Loc, a smile making it’s way across her face. “What do you think Loc? What would you like me to wear?” Why not include him? He was her biggest fan after all.

Razorbackwriter:  

Hell’s Kitchen – The Doctor’s chambers

It really wasn’t that long ago that the Doctor lived what would be considered a normal life in a large city with his beautiful girl. The girl he had loved for as long as he could remember. They both attended the same university and met in the library of all places – searching for the same book on anatomy. At the time, the med student was a tall, scrawny looking type with thick glasses and a wild hair do that he often had to bind up into a makeshift ponytail. A loner with dreams of greatness, he hardly had time for the dating scene. Never considered that any girl would even glance in his direction. But that day, as they both reached for the same book, their fingers met and that was when Wilhelm became lost in the beautiful blue eyes of what was to be his muse…..his first and last love. Taking his hand away slowly, Wilhelm coughed nervously before using the tip of his index finger to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Forgive me…” Wilhelm coughed as he had not meant to touch the girl’s hand. “I was reaching for…” The girl giggled and then took the book off the shelf. “Seems we both were.” A small pause and then as the girl cradled the book to her chest, she offered her hand to the nervous Wilhelm. “I’m Maddy…Maddy Jefferson. I’ve seen you before. Wilhelm, right?” Course she had seen him before in class, but he tended to keep to the back and to himself. A slight nod, with cast down eyes – Wilhelm stood uneasily before Maddy, afraid he would trip over his own tongue if he said something. Maddy seemed to pick up on this almost instantly. This shy..reclusive young man who appeared so awkward around girls had the most brilliant eyes she had ever seen, up close. A growing smile crept to her face as she came up with an idea. “Why don’t we share the book….you know, study together. My roomie is going back to her folks this weekend and….you can come over. No distractions.” Wilhelm turned his shoulders in as though trying to appear smaller, he was really out of his depth since a girl had never asked this of him before. “Err….okay.” Was this a date? Nah, it was just studying. Little did Wilhelm realize that this would be the start of a blossoming romance. They did meet on that weekend, and discovered a joint love of biology, cybernetics and forensics. One study session turned into two….and two into four. Before long, Wilhelm and Maddy were inseparable. What started out as friendship turned into romance. Their graduation was to be the beginning of a new life. Both having passed with honors and had the world at their feet.

Moving in together in a small one bedroom apartment in the big city, they started working at the same hospital. Thought the hours were long, they got to see each other at least. Wilhelm had plans…..grand plans. He had been saving up to buy an exquisite diamond engagement ring as he planned to ask Maddy to marry him. Wilhelm was going to take her out to dinner to Fresco’s – a swanky restaurant uptown. He’d made the bookings and though she had a long shift before, Maddy promised to meet him at the restaurant.

Seated at the window table, wearing a smart black suit with a small rose in his lapel, Wilhelm played with the ring box on the table, as he waited and kept checking his watch for her. She must have been at least half an hour late. Traffic was pretty bad and then it started to rain. As the rain poured down, little did Wilhelm know that Maddy was on her way. Having taken a cab from their small apartment, she had gotten stuck behind a large truck with the traffic banked up for three blocks. Eager to get to her love, she alighted from the cab and then started running down the street. It was bucketing down and her hair was getting wet but she didn’t care. She reached the intersection across from the restaurant and could see Wilhelm sitting at the table. She smiled and waved before running out across the road……..

~LONG HORN BLAST!!!!!!!!~

The sound of the truck’s horn made Wilhelm’s head turn slowly and that was when…..his heart stopped. Maddy’s body was thrown forward and then went under the truck tires. Wilhelm doesn’t remember screaming her name as he leapt to his feet and ran out from the restaurant. A crowd of onlookers rushed to the scene forming a ring around where Maddy’s lifeless body lay. Wilhelm had to fight his way through the crush, only to see her hair in the puddle of blood. She was dead. Falling to his knees, Wilhelm screamed as the cry tore from his throat, cradling what was her head on his knees. The truck driver was a frantic mess and had to be held back as the police turned up to inspect the scene before them. It was shocking as it was heartbreaking.

~The Hospital morgue.~

Wilhelm stood by and watched as the leading morgue physician was performing the autopsy of Maddy. His face was blotted and red from crying. His eyes red and swollen. Both hands were clenched into fists as he watched on. The odd clink of medical instruments being used as the doctor worked quickly and efficiently. Cause of death was impact of her head hitting the road. She was killed instantly. Once the report had been written up, the physician turned to look at Wilhelm and came over to offer his condolences. “She was a beautiful girl. Such promise. Such a shame.” Wilhelm couldn’t find it in him to answer. He just stood there like a zombie. It was as though….he had died with her.

“Go home…there is nothing you can do.” The morgue physician left the room quietly, closing the door behind him to give Wilhelm a few solitary moments with his beloved. Wilhelm slowly reached out to caress Maddy’s cheek. She looked so peaceful. That was the moment that Wilhelm decided there was something he could do.

All those years studying. His own private obsession of reanimating the dead was about to be put to the test. Wilhelm quickly bundled Maddy’s body into a laundry hamper on wheels and covered her up with a sheet, before pushing the trolley out of the morgue. He was stealing her body to take home to that dingy one bedroom apartment. Over the next few days, he worked using tools and equipment he had stolen from the hospital. Long nights tirelessly working on her body, which was already starting to rot. He didn’t seem to notice the time that was flying by. Wilhelm was trying to do the impossible and bring his beloved back from the dead. But what Wilhelm did not know was that her soul had already left her body. She was nothing a rotting shell. An empty vessel.

One night, as he slaved away; a dark presence filled the room. Was it Wilhelm’s tortured mind that was creating this phenomenon. It talked to him. Sweet lulling tones, almost caressing the doctor’s head. Urging him to keep going. He could do it. He could do anything if….he believed. Soon Wilhelm spoke to the entity. He was losing patience. Everything he tried so far was not working. That was when the Devil chose his moment and made Wilhelm an offer he could not refuse. For his soul….he would have one last dance. To bring her back from the dead and give Wilhelm the gift of the Creator. Would Wilhelm of agreed if he was of sound mind? Probably not, but he had nothing to lose. Maddy….was his life.

And so it was done and at that moment the body on the table opened her eyes. Soulless….eyes. Wilhelm ran to her, crying out her name, but she simply stared at him blankly. What makes us unique is our souls. Without them, we are as empty as a glass jar. Wilhelm shook her…screaming her name, but she simply stared back at him with a cruel smile playing upon her lips. The devil had won. Tormented by the horror of seeing this wretched corpse grinning at him, pushed him finally off the edge of sanity. Picking up the nearest scalpel, the Doctor shred the corpse into pieces. Hacking at her as she simply laughed at him. This was his hell…this was what he sold his soul for. Once she was dismembered, the laughing stopped. The body limp once more. Wilhelm was covered in blood, but there were no tears. He would not cry again for her till……this night. The night of the ball of Greed.

~Fade to black~

Hell’s Kitchen – The Fitting room

Loc became excited to see Roxanne paying him such attention. He made a goofy laugh when Narcissa entered the room. What a guy. He stared at the bandaged Nurse and then heard her ask him what HE would like her to wear. Grunting a few times, he thudded over to the closet and started to go through the racks of clothes and dresses. He was pulling out dresses, and the rainbow of colour was filling the room, as he kept searching for just the right dress for Roxanne. Red, blue, green, yellow, gold. A real rainbow of fancy frocks. Finally, he pulled out what could best be described as a gorgeous off the shoulder gown that was littered with sparkling diamonds. A big pink love heart covering the front down low that swayed back and forth and a long train. Something that was like out of a movie. Along with it was a pink feather boa. Loc held both out for the Nurse with a toothy grin. “Shiny!” The creation bellowed.

~RB~

Reminiscing – SS.

 

Dressing for the Ball of Greed brings about smiles and memories.  Some that the Good Doctor had locked away forever.

Scene setting : Hell’s Kitchen.

Co-written with Temp and Moo.

 

Temp:  Roxanne hadn’t expected Loc to start spinning her like a toy, but it happened regardless. Her body went spinning around the room wildly until Loc finally stopped her. The fact he started to hold her in a rather loving embrace was interesting to say the least, but it wasn’t something that bothered her. Him staring at her boobs wasn’t surprising considering his previous actions, and if anything it was flattering. “You really like these things don’t you?” Her head tilted forward to look down at her own chest after she spoke. She wasn’t sure what the Doctor and Narcissa were up to, but she was becoming more and more curious.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Hell’s Kitchen – The Guest room

Wilhelm offered a light smile when Narcissa became excited over the offered dresses. It wasn’t easy to find a dress for a girl of such gigantic proportions. Fortunately, the Doctor kept good stock, better than any department store. It didn’t surprise the Doctor in the least that Narcissa would find favor with the black number that featured silver trimming. Dotted with pieces or fragments of metal, it radiated the light like tiny diamonds upon a black velvet night. Holding the dress firmly between his finger tips so that it would not drag on the ground, Wilhelm’s temperament altered slightly. The Frankenstein like creature was bubbling over with excitement as she wriggled out of her lab coat. Her cries of “This one, this one.” Making him chuckle. The creature tore the dress right out from his hold and then slipped it over h er bandage covered body. The dress truly as the perfect fit, even if it did accentuate her bosom a little more than it should. Struggling to reach the zipper, Narcissa looked awkward, like she needed to have double joints to reach. Ever the gentleman, Wilhelm offered to get in behind her and do her zip up for her. His long black nails caught the zipper catch and slowly he brought the zip up till it reached the top. A small clasp needed to be tapped together, and the Doctor made sure it was on firmly. Giving it a light pat when done, he stood back and enthused. “You truly will be the Belle of the Ball.” The Doctor meant every word, before he himself realized it was time to get ready. “Why don’t you go and see how Roxanne is fairing, my dear.” If she took him at his word, he would open the door for her to go and find the odd couple. Once she was gone, the Doctor let out a small sigh. His eyes darted across the room to a picture of a beautiful woman. The one that he had planned to spend the rest of eternity with….the one that he managed to save from death…..just.

Hell’s Kitchen – The Fitting room

“You really like these things don’t you?” Roxanne asked, knowing full well what the answer would be. The Creation was practically hypnotized by the sight of them and the poor girl was going to need a bib to cover them if the soldier kept drooling on them. “Loc…like!” Stating the obvious. Loc managed to tear his gaze away from Roxanne’s bosom to her face. He seemed to realize he had been holding her in the same pose for a while now, and finally decided to put her down. With all the bandages removed, they were on a pile on the floor, and now it was Roxanne’s turn to get dressed up. Loc was all fit and ready to go.

~RB~

 

Moo:  Narcissa’s frequent turning slowed to a stop, her head bobbling slightly as though she were dizzy. Luckily enough, the Good Doctor was quite the gentleman, as he stepped behind her to help zip up the fine looking dress. The female monster held up her long, blue locks of hair so none would snag in the meantime. “Thank you, Doctor!” she said lightheartedly. The light patting on her back was pleasant, giving a softness to her smile for a moment. She dropped her arms, hair falling back into place over the back of her dress. She turned to face the man as he complimented her beauty. Narcissa wasn’t quite one piece; not normal by any means…but it was lovely to be seen as such by someone. Her fingers lifted to brush against the long since stitched part of her face, running from her cheek across her nose, and to the bone of the other. Blue eyes lifted to see Wilhelm’s face while he suggested checking on Roxanne. The idea was more than enough to excite the Frankensteinian girl.

“Okay!” she said simply, brightening up. As chipper as ever, she waited for the Doctor to open the door for her, and gave him a wave before running through to look for the couple. He had sent them to the fitting room…she knew where that was! It only took a few minutes before she arrived in the doorway. “Roxanne!” she sang out in the woman’s favorite tune. The song the lab had often played simply for enjoyment. She lifted her arms to show her excitement, a rather wide grin placed over her lips. “We found one that fits!” She danced across the floor, holding onto an invisible partner. She came to a stop in front of Loc and looked him up and down quite obviously with slightly wide eyes and with a mouth gaping open. “You did really good!” Narcissa told the nurse. “He looks good!”

Temp:  Roxanne was actually starting to find the attention Loc gave her…desirable. Feeling desired and being fawned over felt very nice, even from someone like Loc. She knew he was attracted to her, and was even more so attracted to her boobs. It wasn’t like she never got compliments or looks before, but this was different. Something felt wrong, or missing from her life. She had always found herself to be happy and cheerful regardless of what was going on, but maybe that was a bad thing. There was never anything she did for herself. She was a creation of sorts, and she had an owner, so such a thing wasn’t something that was normally considered. For the first time she could remember, she was starting to feel…depressed.

Narcissa joining her and Loc went unnoticed for a fair bit of time. Roxanne stood completely still and simply stared at the floor with her head tilted down. Why hadn’t the Doctor picked out a dress for her? Why did he want her to go with someone else? Why was she even feeling this way? Her thoughts were all over the place, but she would eventually snap out of it thanks to Narcissa’s constant enthusiasm.“You can pick out a dress for me if you’d like, Narcissa.” Maybe that would help make Narcissa more excited and happy. She knew that her being made use of was thrilling to her, and she loved the silly girl, so why not make her happy? If the Doctor wanted to go with her then so be it. Narcissa was a lovely creature. She deserved it.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Hell’s Kitchen – The Doctor’s chambers

~I sold my soul for one last dance……….~

The doctor had purposely sent Narcissa to check on Roxanne and Loc. He wanted time alone and wandered down the hall to his own chambers – the one place where he had absolute solitude. The doctor never allowed his creatures or creations to enter this place. Even Igor had not been beyond the door. Why, you might wonder?

Undoing the lock, the doctor turned the handle and then entered his suite. A black velvet curtain covered the entrance to the inner domain to block out the light from the hall. To also stop peering eyes. What the creations didn’t know of the Doctor was a dark secret. Sure, he showed his best side when in their company. The Doctor was the Creator, a man of great talent and skill that was unsurpassed by many in his field. His contemporaries in the ‘other’ world all thought he was a crazed lunatic. The idea of reanimation of dead tissue to be science fiction. His theories mocked and his ideas laughed at. Oh, but how wrong they were.

The room was unlike anything else in Hell’s kitchen. A large four poster bed was at one end, that looked like it had not been slept in. A tall floor mirror stood to one side with a woman’s dressing table with three mirrors and a black satin covered stool. On the dresser were a brush set with ivory handles all laid out neatly, a silver jewel box that when you opened had a ballerina that twirled around to a delightful tune. The doctor walked over to stand before the mirror, not bothering to look up – but instead he was staring at the jewel box. He lifted the lid as the ballerina started to dance. Slowly twirling in time to the tune. The doctor closed his eyes tight, as though the song brought back memories…of when she used to dance. Of when….they used to dance.

 

~Haunting voice~ “You have two left feet, Wil.”

A tear ran down the Doctor’s face as he started to dance with his lover in his mind.

 

~RB~

 

 

 

 

A man loves a little mystery – SS.

 

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The time has come for the Doctor and his Hell’s Kitchen crew to get ready for the Ball of Greed.

Scene setting: Hell’s Kitchen.

Co-written with Temp and Moo.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Igor was still sulking about the Doctor’s orders on who should go to the Royal ball of Greed. He moped about, taking a mop and bucket to clean up the stone floor of the arena, while the creation known as Loc was being told by the busty nurse Roxanne that he was a good dancer. Loc shifted awkwardly from his right foot to his left – his shoulders turning in as though he was trying to make his massive frame smaller. A futile and silly gesture when you came to think about it. Igor slopped soapy hot water onto the blood red floor and with the iron gate up, it would make it possible for Roxanne to lead the giant out of the arena.

Up at the viewing platform, Narcissa was doing a small twirl and dancing with delight at the idea of going to the ball. The Doctor was intrigued by her enthusiasm and he was more than pleased to take her on his arm, even if she was taller. Truth be told, she would make a better date for Loc, but Loc….was taken with the busty nurse Roxanne. Could this be the start of a love triangle? The Doctor had been subtle in his ways with Roxanne. A smile here, a wink there. But he had never really vocalized his inner feelings. Now, he had to put that on the back burner. Last thing he needed was a rampaging and jealous monster soldier on his case. The idea that they go as two couples to the ball, was mostly to do with business if anything. No doubt the Prince of Pride would be in attendance, and he might be up for a quick demonstration of Loc’s abilities. Who knew? But first, he needed them all to get dressed up. Shouting down to Roxanne, he asked of her ; “Take Loc to the fitting room. There should be a tux that fits. If not, use as many pins and safety clips as you can to make something do. I’m going to take Narcissa to the guest room. Pretty sure there are some gorgeous frocks there.” The doctor had patients that stayed for a while before during and after surgery and had accumulated a good stock pile of clothing. Something for every occasion. Even corpses have to look nice in their caskets.

Leading Narcissa down the stairs towards the guest rooms hall passageway, he asked. “What kind of mask would you fancy, dear?” There would be many on offer, from kitty cats, to grand feathery ones. The choices were to be endless.

~RB~

 

Moo:  Narcissa hadn’t been paying special attention to the events going on around her as she was in la-la land for the majority of it. Seeing as how the super soldier and Roxanne were dancing, she almost wanted to pick Igor up and join them on the floor! However, the fact that the giant had in fact spoken caused the Frankensteinian monster to jump and clap. He was smart after all! Well…he could speak…at least. Still, the female monster laughed and called out to him. “Great dancing, Loc!” Of course accompanied by a thumbs up.
With the Good Doctor’s orders being directed at Roxanne, it left Narcissa wondering just what her task would be. With the mention of ‘gorgeous frocks,’ naturally the female was feeling giddy once again. She didn’t need to voice as much, as she practically skipped at his side. The only thing keeping her from doing as much was the fact that her arm linked with his. When they’d finally reached the room, she pursed her lips in hearing his question. “Mask?” She tilted her head similar to that of a confused dog, then a smile slowly formed on her face. “I want to go with this one!” Actually, it was a lot like picking toys out with a child. She pointed to the first mask she saw. It actually laid flat on the surface where she’d seen it… Black lace, as though it were meant for a fresh widow, attending her late husband’s funeral. Narcissa picked it up and held it to her face, where it would cover her forehead and drape over to the tip of her nose. The fabric was easy enough to see through. She gleamed at Wilhelm, awaiting a response.

 

Temp:  Roxanne had led Loc into the fitting room after grabbing various large sets of clothing. There would hopefully be something among the objects she grabbed that would fit him, or at least sort-of fit him. Once she figured out the clothing for Loc she would have to figure out her outfit as well. After a rather amusing struggle of dressing and undressing the giant multiple times, there was finally a set of clothing that was suitable for him.“Looking good Loc!” It was a makeshift assembling of different types of clothing, but a ‘nice’ looking suit nonetheless. Now that his outfit was set all she had to worry about was her own, but she was pretty much mummy wrapped around her chest. She looked up at Loc with a smile while tapping the bandages wrapped around her. “Loc? Could you help me with this?” Whether he would carefully unwrap it or just tear it off was unknown, but hopefully he could help in some way.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Loc, Wilhelm’s creation didn’t mind at all the numerous times that Roxanne dressed and undressed him In fact, he enjoyed the attention and her touch. She was so endearing and her fashion sense surprisingly good, for such a woman. But in order to make the creation look presentable for a ball, she had to put many pieces together to form one suitable suit. Sure, he would not look like the dashing and daring Princes of Hell, but he wasn’t too shabby either. His face still a little bloody from the test fight in the arena, the creation stared down at Roxanne like a large love struck….Labrador. When Roxanne stood back and admired the creation in his finery, with the loud outburst that he was looking good, the creation held a noble pose – his chin lifting slightly. A swelling of the chest for he was indeed proud. Proud because she thought so much of him. Now that he was ready for the ball, it was Roxanne’s turn. Now, you have to remember, she was bound up tighter than an Egyptian mummy. All those bandages covering and binding her so that you could not see her flesh. Loc’s jaw dropped when she asked if he would help her with untying or unwrapping her. Was she really asking him to reveal those….gorgeous breasts? With his large hands he tentatively reached forward and his fingers fumbled with the clip that held the bandaging tightly in place. The last thing he ever wanted to do was hurt her. His fingers pressed hard and the clip snapped effortlessly, ricocheting off the wall with a loud ping. Loc grimaced and mumbled. “Soooooorrrrrrryyyy.” He patted her still bandaged chest with a nervous chuckle before then attempting to unravel…the mummy nurse. At first…it was one loop around her, then another. His pupils dilated as he stared at the skin being exposed. The more that fell, the faster he went – letting out moans as he licked his lips. She was a true beauty and this was heaven for him to unwrap her. He got…..so excited he gave a massive tug, that would send Roxanne spinning like a top across the room, till all the bandages fell on the floor. Poor Nurse might have been a tad dizzy, but the creation raced after her to catch her and stop her from falling on the floor. He didn’t know his own strength sadly, but he was quick when he needed to be. Holding her in a loving embrace, the creation stared hopelessly at Roxanne’s breasts. They were far too pretty to be wrapped up from sight.

“Beautiful.”

Hell’s Kitchen – The Guest room

With Narcissa placing on the black lace mask that was usually worn by widows at funerals, Wilhelm walked around behind her and tied it off properly. Such delicate fingers tying the satin and lace before he smoothed her hair and then stepped back. “A man loves a little mystery.” he spoke almost wistfully as he watched the Frankenstein like girl enjoy trying on the mask. Her smile was radiant and her happiness infectious, easily making the Doctor remember just why they were going to all this trouble. He stood silently and then he approached her with his hand reaching for her cheek. “You don’t remember….do you?”

 

Wilhelm held her gaze for a moment. She was more than just another experiment….more than a creation for sale. The Doctor and Narcissa had a history. One that he had been careful to remove from her memory. Why would he do this you may wonder? The heart can only take so much before it shatters completely. The look of sadness quickly passed but in that moment, through the glistening of the Doctor’s own eyes it was not impossible to see…..a longing. Oh the Doctor covered up beautifully. He threw himself into his work, and avoided attachment. Even now, as Roxanne was busy dressing up the newest creation, he put his own feelings on the back burner. Tonight would be another triumph. For all of them.

 

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“Now…a dress. Something….in extra large.” The Doctor started pulling out dresses, one after the other till Narcissa pointed to the one she liked.

~RB~

 

Moo:  Narcissa’s smile grew much wider while the mask was tied at the back of her head. Feeling the Doctor’s hands pat down her hair, she gave a lighthearted giggle. Fixing her mask was done easily; she tugged it in place. “It tickles my nose,” she murmured, smiling while she pressed her finger there. The fabric was surprisingly smooth for having a rather complicated design in the lace. Of course, her finger fell away from her nose while her eyes glistened behind the mask, a mouth full of pearly whites showing even under the Doctor’s gaze. The smile didn’t lessen in the least under his gentle touch, until he began to speak again. The girl’s head tilted, as if to allow his hand to cup more of her cheek. Her hand slid over his, enjoying the feel; it was rare to be paid such special attention by this man. So the Frankensteinian monster would enjoy every moment when it did happen. Narcissa’s cheeks became less rounded while her smile shrank, becoming a small, thin line with slightly pulled corners. “Wilhelm…” Her tone was consoling; light and full of affection, as a creation would have for her creator. It was hard to see the glistening of the man’s eyes behind her veil, but his expression had changed nonetheless.

Eventually letting her hand fall away from his, the Doctor turned away to begin sorting through dresses. Narcissa’s smile slowly returned to its radiant state, ear to ear. Normally it was hard to find dresses her size; something easily understood while they had decided to go to Red Velvet. But she put faith in that Wilhelm would find plenty to choose from. She stood eagerly behind him, ooh-ing and aww-ing at several fabrics that caught the female’s eyes. One that stood out was relatively simple, as it was black with some silver. The metal bits in particular had her gleaming. She gaped at the dress, picking it up right away. “This one!” she exclaimed. “This one, this one!” She squirmed free of her lab coat and threw the dress on over her bandaged body, twirling in it. Surprisingly enough, it fit just a little better than the dress she’d worn for that date. Given, it was a little tight on her chest. Narcissa reached behind her, circling while both hands struggled to find the zipper; a rather comical sight to help uplift the Doctor’s spirits. What would it matter how the creation looked, if she could make Wilhelm feel better?

[Mask // Dress]

 

 

 

 

A dance as old as time – SS.

Doctor Wilhelm and his team get a raven from Lydia.  What could the Princess of Greed want with them?

Scene setting : Hell’s Kitchen

Co-written with Temp and Moo.

Temp:  Much to Roxanne’s surprise, the creature actually responded to her ‘command’. The thing seemed to be satisfied to hear her talk and put up no sort of fuss about what she had requested of it. Just why was this creation so focused on her? Perhaps there was more to her than she even knew. Whatever the reasoning behind it was didn’t really matter. The fact it listened to her was what mattered, and she was sure The Doctor would be very pleased by this result. Once the ‘fight’ started between the giant and the Orc, she stood still in the middle of the room. Her body turned to watch the monster chase after the Orc in circles, which forced quite a pleased giggle to escape her. Eventually the little chase came to a bloody and violent end, resulting in the Orc losing his head to the creature. Interestingly enough, the giant stepped over to her and offered her the severed head as a sort of gift. She reached out and took the bloody and bruised head into one of her hands and then patted the creatures arm, looking up at it with a wonderful smile on her face. It was kind of cute…in a really weird and fucked up way.

Razorbackwriter:  Slowly, Igor opened the iron gate that had kept the creation along with the dead orc and Roxanne in the Demonstration room. The testing had proved what the Doctor suspected. The creature had a very strong liking for not just Roxanne’s perfect pair, but the woman herself. The mummy like nursey was a hit. The super solider would be effective against the chosen foe, but he would need to be ordered by Roxanne herself in how and who to fight. A minor detail really, but one that could be overcome with the right technology. Already the Doctor’s mind was working out ideas for how to stream Roxanne’s voice to the giant in the battle field. This would give her more responsibility, but he felt it was nothing she couldn’t handle. Igor was already loading up the head less body of the orc onto a trolley which would go back to the chop shop and be used again in the Doctor’s research.

Rising slowly, the Doctor offered Narcissa his hand when all of a sudden, a black raven entered the room and circled around the pair, before coming to land on one of the chairs the Doctor had been sitting on. Tied to his foot was an invitation. Tearing it off, the Doctor went to read it and then cocked his head to the right slightly. A masked ball? The further he read the bigger his smile would be. A personal invitation from the newly appointed Princess of Greed. How wonderful. Immediately…the Doctor had ideas. He glanced at Narcissa slyly and then asked.

“Care to be my date for a royal ball?” He asked the Frankenstein like creation, before shouting down to Roxanne. “Do you think your new love toy can dance?” The Doctor was going to get the creation to come with them to the ball, along with Roxanne as his partner. Igor…looked a bit sad by all this sudden excitement.

“What about me?” the hunchback asked with a glum look. The Doctor sighed and offered. “Next time, my dear Igor. When I make you a woman, then you can come.”

The creature wasn’t paying any attention to the doctor, instead gazing lovingly at Roxanne who was patting his arm lightly.Mmmmmm!” Yes, the creature was in love with the busty little nurse. Question was…..could he dance?

The Doctor showed Narcissa the invitation and waited eagerly for her response. This could be a very good chance to get more sales and showcase their latest creation all in one.

~RB~

Temp:  
Roxanne had led the creature into the center of the room, giving Igor a smile and a wave as he took care of the remains of the Orc. This creature was truly fascinating in how it functioned, though she still didn’t really understand why. Maybe it looked at her first when it woke up or something? Whatever the reason was could remain a mystery so long as it continued to listen to her. No doubt The Doctor already had some sort of plan, so she could leave the thinking to him. The creature seemed to be pleased with Roxanne praising it, which it ‘vocalized’. She took what The Doctor had said about a ‘royal ball’, but wasn’t quite sure where that subject had popped up from. There was probably some kind of invitation that he had just noticed or something. It seemed he was going to be taking Narcissa with him as his date, and have Roxanne take the creature as hers. The fact he didn’t ask her to be his date was something that buzzed in the back of her mind, but she decided to forget about it. There was no point worrying about such a thing, as all that really mattered to her was what he wanted. What he wanted apparently had something to do with getting the creature to dance. Would he really be able to do that kind of thing? “Hmm…umm…would you please dance with me?” She said as she looked up at the creature and extended one of her hands out to him to take. Hopefully he would respond in a good way.

Razorbackwriter:  The Doctor’s face softened as he watched Roxanne do exactly as he asked. Seeing if the creature could dance and perform for the likes of royalty at a ball. They had no knowledge of his life before death at the War of wrath and so far he had proved his worth in the test battle. This test….was different again. The Doctor snapped his fingers, as Igor went over to an old phonograph and took out a record, placing it down on the turntable, then cranking up the side of the box so the record would spin. Lightly, he placed the stylus arm down on the spinning record, and a song filtered through the arena come demonstration room.

As the first few strands of music were heard, the creature looked a little bit confused, but then heard the busty and bandaged nurse ask if he would dance with her. At first, he made a whining sound – almost like he was afraid too. Up in the viewing platform, the Doctor gripped the railing and urged the pair on.

“Just one dance…that is all I ask.”

The creature saw the young nurse offer her hand and he hesitantly took it in his large bloody hand. What one didn’t know was how strong the creature was, and he practically lifted Roxanne off her feet. Together the pair started to waltz. It was incredible to watch as the giant traipsed through puddles of orc blood. He was a little bit unsteady, but after a few turns he beamed a gruesome smile at Roxanne – the apple of his eye.

And then….he did something totally unexpected. “Loc!” The creature shouted his name….followed by…“Dancing!….Loc!…Dancing. AHAHA…HAAAAAAAAA!” He was thrilled to be dancing and spinning the bandaged nursey around. Loc was in heaven, in the midst of hell.

~RB~

Moo:  Having gotten front row seats made for a good show, while Narcissa continued to bounce in her seat, leaning forward and clapping excitedly for the new super soldier. She was cheering on a fellow creation of the Good Doctor, even though the monster seemed to lack the brain capacity Narcissa had. At least he understood Roxanne’s hesitant orders…and clearly without hesitation…or remorse for that poor orc. The soldier managed to tear that thing’s head off within moments of it grasping onto the iron gate. This was the moment when the girl would pop up from her seat and clap her hands quickly before everyone began settling again. Wilhelm offered a hand in which she took before catching sight of bird swooping in. A black raven, to be exact. Narcissa let out a sound of awe while her gleaming eyes followed it away from the room. Meanwhile, the Good Doctor had been reading a message it had carried with it.

In watching the Doctor’s smile brighten, Narcissa leaned closer to catch a glimpse at the words on the paper. Her hands clasped behind her back while she glanced over his shoulder. It helped that the creation was taller than even Wilhelm. Though, she’d barely managed to get through the first few lines when he offered her a sly glance, at which she jumped back an inch, eyes widening slightly. “A royal ball?” she repeated, tone full of enthusiasm. “Yes!” She already danced in delight before hopping down from the viewing area, twirling after she landed rather gracefully. She held out the sides of her lab coat as if she were wearing a gown, twirling once more before the invitation was passed down to her. Narcissa took it and began to read happily, still dancing with an imaginary partner…one hand held up in the air to hold what was to be its shoulder, and the other holding the invitation to her face, attention averted while everyone else carried on in conversation.

After a few moments, her dancing slowed to a stop. An entirely rare side to the frankensteinian monster showed itself for a moment while her smile faded into a mere line, brows furrowing as she became utterly confused. The poor girl didn’t enjoy this feeling. “But…it says you and one more?” Narcissa blinked several times in reading that single bit of the invitation. Or maybe the entire group would be accepted due to the nature of the Good Doctor’s work. The thought seemed to brighten the ever chipper creation once again and the entire question was forgotten completely. Her bright smile returned and she nodded eagerly. “Let’s go then!”

Temp:  Roxanne could immediately tell that the creature seemed a bit nervous, which was actually kind of strange. She really didn’t expect it to have these sorts of feelings. “It’s okay…don’t be scared.” She spoke softly to the creature and continued to smile as he took hold of her hands. He was definitely strong, something she could feel through his grip, and not to mention much taller. She hadn’t expected him to lift her off the ground, nor did she expect him to actually start dancing. This creature really was a strange one. The majority of the dancing was actually being done by the giant, which was simply spinning her about as her legs dangled below her. The real surprise came when the creation shouted something out, and then shouted even more as he started to laugh, continuing to spin her around like a rag doll. It wasn’t bothersome or dangerous for her at all, but it was really unexpected. Loc. This seemed like it was likely the creatures name, which he somehow managed to remember. “You’re a good dancer Loc!” Notreally, but why not encourage the strange beast?

A Yummy Mummy – SS.

Back at Hell’s Kitchen, the Doctor gives his creation a test.

Scene setting : Demonstration room, Hell’s Kitchen.

Co-written with Temp and Moo.

Temp:  Roxanne was glad that the creature took a liking to her, even if it was only because of her glorious boobies. Narcissa seemed to be just as enthusiastic as she was, but Igor and The Doctor were a different case. The fact that the creature turned into a docile behemoth at the sight of a pair of breasts wasn’t what they had hoped for. “I’m sorry Doctor, I hope it’s not my fault…or my boobs fault rather.” It probably had nothing to do with anything she did, and rather just something to do with the brain inside the creature. Regardless of the reason behind this kind of behavior, it would still possibly carry some kind of negative effect.

Moo:  Narcissa moved closer to the monster casually, then spun to stand beside Roxanne. “Well they are almost falling out of your dress,” she commented with a wide grin. Of course she hadn’t meant any offense by the comment; Narcissa rarely thought before she spoke. “Mine stay hidden in the lab coat!” She turned Roxanne by the shoulders and began to tug at the opening in the dress, pulling them together. The struggle was rather visible, as the nurse’s breasts knocked together and the dress was still a good inch from meeting itself. “We have to get a better dress!” Narcissa exclaimed with wide eyes. She let go of the dress and watched Roxanne’s breasts bounce back in place, jiggling before settling. Another noise of satisfaction came from the monster before the female held up a finger with an idea. “Gauze! You can be like me!”
Shuffling to a nearby desk where she kept her own supply of the stuff, she sifted through it and brought some back. With Roxanne’s big boobies covered, maybe the monster would return its focus. Narcissa held up the gauze and lifted her brows with a grin. “Yes?”

Razorbackwriter:  Narcissa was definitely the only one that could come up with a wise solution with how to cover up Roxanne’s breasts to stop the slobbering giant of a creation. The good Doctor grinned as he watched Narcissa approach Roxanne with the gauze which would do the trick, but also earn Roxanne a new nickname. Igor kept a close lazy eye on the creation who was transfixed by the bodacious Roxanne. If it weren’t for the fact that this was a serious matter, all would be laughing at the situation before them.

“Wrap her up tighter than King Tut!” Wilhelm ordered, as he turned to face his creation – who had drool running down his chin. “You! You and I need to talk.”

The creation slowly turned his head and leered down at the good Doctor, who was rubbing his chin and staring back up at the super soldier. How could he turn this fascination with the female breast to his advantage in combat? Needless to say, it was a real pickle. Special optical lenses? A hypnotic programme while he slept. to tell him he didn’t fancy bosoms.

“Rrrrrrrrr.” The creature snarled at the Doctor, while the sound of Roxanne being mummified went on in the background. The Doctor had heard of taping down bosoms before….but this was ridiculous. Igor was starting to doubt that it was just the boobs that had the creature so fixated. “What if its not just her boobs, Master?”

This had the Doctor wondering. He then turned to ask Roxanne a huge favor. “Roxanne? I want you to lead the creature out to the demonstration room and see if you can get him to attack one of our test subjects.” What they had in the demonstration room was an orc that they often used as fighting partners for various experiments. He was about 6 foot and a mean bastard. If Roxanne could order the creature to fight and not have it continue to stare at her breasts….they may be on to something.

~RB~

Temp:  Roxanne blinked rapidly in confusion as she looked between all her friends. Just what was going on with this creation? She looked down at her full chest as Narcissa tried to pull her outfit closer together. There was simply no defying the luscious melons reality defying proportions, at least by ordinary means. Soon enough, Narcissa gave up on trying to fix her outfit and ran off. What the girl was up to she didn’t know, but she had a feeling she was gonna find out soon enough. Eventually Narcissa returned with a ton of gauze, which she promptly began wrapping her in. She couldn’t help but giggle as she was slowly mummified to an extent. Once her chest was wrapped up and no longer exposed, she looked over at the Doctor and tilted her head at his request. There was no refusing him, not that she ever would to begin with. “Right away Doctor!” She had done some work with the demonstration room before, so she was rather familiar with the procedure. The only real reason it was risky this time was because this creature was…unusual. Regardless, she skipped over to the creature and placed both her hands onto one of his. She quickly tugged him along with her into the previously mentioned room, and then stood between the creature and the Orc.“Okay…umm…could you please fight this guy?” She pointed at the Orc, which she mouthed ‘sorry’ towards, before turning her attention back to the creature. Was it going to obey her ‘command’?

Moo:  Narcissa merrily circled around Roxanne several, several times at the prompting of the Good Doctor. “Aye-aye, Doc!” she nearly sang out before she giggled. Appreciation for her idea was not neglected, for she delightfully hummed in her movements. The gauze would cover every bit of the nurse’s oddly large breasts. “You’re starting to look like me!” she commented while taping the last bit together. The frankenteinian monster took a step back and clapped and swiped her hands together, as if ridding them of dust before planting them on her hips. She stood there with the biggest grin covering the lower half of her face, it was almost as ridiculous as Roxanne’s boobs. Rather proud of her work, she nodded her head in delight; one simple, swift motion as her eyes gleamed. With the request from Wilhelm, Narcissa was no longer needed. Yet she was happy to stand by and watch as the nurse pulled the giant monstrosity into the next room. However, she would gladly situate herself in front of the door of said room, awaiting with genuine excitement and curiosity to see what the the doctor’s glorious creation would do next.

Razorbackwriter:  The demonstration room was more like a small arena, or bull fighting pit. It allowed the Doctor and his paying guests to see his work in action or in this case allow Narcissa, Igor and Roxanne to witness the colossal giant live up to the expectations of all. The fact that the creature had taken a shine to Roxanne had been unexpected, and hopefully if the Doctor’s thoughts on the matter were accurate, this demonstration may prove fruitful….or deadly for the hapless orc. Wilhelm offered his hand to Narcissa to lead her up to the viewing platform, with Igor to close the iron grate that would keep the orc from escaping. Roxanne was fantastic, leading the giant into the stone pit and then giving the order…in a nice way.

“Okay…umm…could you please fight this guy?”

The creation smiled at her in a goofy way, before slowly turning his head towards his opponent. The green orc took one look at the giant and his jaw dropped open. The giant, who wanted to do EXACTLY what Roxanne asked, raised both fists and then pummeled his chest like a silver back gorilla, before roaring loudly at the orc. What happened next…well, it was comical to say the least. The orc dropped his battle axe and started to run in the opposite direction as the giant took off – each foot fall causing an earth quake like shuddering to the arena. Around….and around the pair went, with the orc even running up to the iron gate that Igor had shut and pulling on it helplessly. Of course, the giant was right behind him and grabbed him by the neck and pulled him away from the gate. A startled looking Igor chewed his lip as the pounding began. The giant smashed his fist into the orc’s head over and over till blood was seeping out of his nose…and his ears. Teeth were flying in all directions as the orc screamed for mercy. But just when you thought the giant had done enough damage, he then ripped the orc’s head clear off his shoulders. Blood spewed from the gaping hole in the orc’s neck as the giant held it aloft and roared loudly in triumph.

The Doctor was flabbergasted. Igor was stunned to silence.

Finally, the Doctor spoke. “I’d say that was a good test result.” He started to chuckle as the Giant offered the head of the orc to Roxanne like it was a bunch of flowers.

“Mmmmmmm!” He murred.

~RB~

Roxanne’s jiggling jellies – SS

 

 

Scene setting:  Hell’s Kitchen laboratory.

co-written with Temp and Moo.

 

Temp:  Roxanne and the other employee’s of Hell’s Kitchen eventually arrived back at their work place, having just returned from the House of Red Velvet. She would be the first to walk into the building, hopping along the entire way. There was no telling what would be their first order of business, but she would happily do whatever was given as an order.

 

Moo:  Narcissa was still plenty giddy after the eventful night the group had, despite having been calmed slightly by the sight of that woman on the rack. Would that be a frequent event in the club? She hopped out the car after the ignition was cut off, humming happily to herself while she pranced after the ever lovely Roxanne. “I wonder how he’s doing!” she thought aloud, referring to their latest creation. Would he be intelligent like she was? Would he be strong? Fast? Would he like food?! She twirled as she neared the door, taking it from Roxanne before walking inside. Oh, she would finally be able to take off the dress too!

 

Razorbackwriter:  The lab team had returned from the House of Red Velvet, some with full bellies and good humor, others slightly scarred by what they had witnessed on leaving the club. The Doctor was not all that fussed with the hedonistic and showman like antics of the Warlock, but that was his affair and Wilhelm didn’t feel like watching a girl tortured just for the sake of it. Taking off his good coat, and hanging it on a hook on the door, he rubbed his hands together and went to go and get dressed once again in his favorite white lab coat. Hell’s kitchen was his home, and work place. Everything he worked for and created was right here. Including Roxanne, Narcissa….and now his newest creation. The super solider. Waltzing past the trio as they all assembled back inside the lab, Wilhelm summoned Igor to his side and whispered.

“If…the creation is incredibly violent….get the sedative ready.”

“Of course….Master.” The humpback saluted, before limping off to go and get the needle. This needle was a big one, since the solider was akin to a giant, and would need a lot of the drug if he went out of control. Motioning for Roxanne and Narcissa to assist once they had changed out of their finery, the trio would then go into the chop shop, where a low growling noise was coming.

Sure enough, on the center slab was the gruesome looking soldier, who was wiggling his fingers under the restraints. Wilhelm eased up alongside the creature and stroked his forehead. “Are you ready for some testing?” He asked of the creature, who growled fiercely. Oh yes…he was ready. But was the Doctor.

Looking to his nurse and Narcissa, the Doctor issued the first orders.

“Narcissa, you remove the straps and locks.” He then looked at Roxanne and said. “Raise the table to help the creature stand up right. On my mark. 5…4…3..2..1!”

~RB~

 

Temp:  Roxanne had been fiddling around with some medical instruments while her friends made their way into the building. She was just keeping things organized, as it made everything far simpler. She had already changed back into her normal outfit, which was fresh and clean as opposed to how it was earlier. Her attention would quickly turn towards the Doctor as she took notice of him motioning her over. It seemed it was time to test their creation. She eagerly stepped up to the slab that it lay on, leaning over it so it could see her wave at it happily. Probably wouldn’t make any difference, but she didn’t put thought into that. Upon receiving her orders and hearing the countdown end, she raised the table so that the creature could stand. This was actually a dangerous situation for her, considering she was the closest one to the beast. Thankfully, she wasn’t some helpless little thing.

 

Moo:  Narcissa hadn’t wasted any time in freeing herself of that tight dress. She ripped it off without a second thought, humming as she tossed it at a bin on her way back into the room they’d dressed in earlier. Because she’d kept her gauze and bandages, she was perfectly fine waltzing around as is. Though she wouldn’t be completely comfortable without that lab coat! She picked it up from the chair she’d set it on earlier that evening and tugged it on, humming as she waltzed out the room again to meet with the rest of the team.
The female monster was welcomed in the room with glances her way. She skipped her merry little butt over to the table with the super soldier on it and gave a wave, smiling widely down at his grumbling face as she listened to the Doctor’s commands. “Yes’sir!” she said enthusiastically with a salute toward him. At his count down, she readied her fingers over the first two buckles, reaching her busty chest over the monster. His grumbles were muffled while she half-settled. 1! Her hands ripped away at the buckles and she quickly moved to his feet to undo those as well, giving a small squeal of excitement. The rest was up to Roxanne!

Razorbackwriter:  Ever faithful, Roxanne had returned to wearing her usual work uniform. This one being crisp and clean compared to the one she had on earlier which showed blood stains and smears from working on the brain with the good Doctor. Now she was ready to help with the second faze. Testing. She did as ordered, raising the table up, while the monster Narcissa was practically bubbling over with excitement over the fact that the newest creation was roaring to life. Narcissa was so enthusiastic with her replies, that the Doctor couldn’t help but pause a moment and smile at her. And they say good help is hard to find. You just MAKE the help. With Narcissa having ripped away the buckles, and Roxanne bringing the table to be completely upright, the creature took that first step forward. His large boot slamming down on the stone floor.

“Walk!” The Doctor cried – holding his hands out like a father to his new son. The creature snarled in anger and frustration, as the signals were being sent from his brain down his spine to the various muscles in his legs. The passing seconds had everyone on the edge of their seats, not to mention Igor, who had seen creatures attack instead of doing what they were told.

~POUND!….POUND!….POUND!~

The creation took three steps, each perfectly placed. Igor’s eyes widened like saucers as the creature towered over the Doctor. Was he going to swing at the Doctor? Would he attack his Master….his father?

No, instead he turned his head towards Roxanne and oogled at her breasts.

“Mmmmmmmm!”

~RB~

 

Temp:  Roxanne wasn’t sure how the creature would initially react to being let free, which was quite normal actually. It wasn’t really something you could effectively predict. There was always a chance that things could go horribly wrong and violent. For that reason alone it was necessary to be at least a bit prepared. When the creature finally began to move, she was rather excited, but also worried. The creature had gotten somewhat close to The Doctor, and could very well start an attack at any moment. She was about ready to get the things attention, until of course it turned and looked down at her. At first she just stared back in confusion, but then she noticed it wasn’t looking at her face at all. It’s eyes were locked onto her chest and nothing else. The thing even made a sound of satisfaction! Well, at least it wasn’t attacking. She leaned forward just a bit and shook her upper body back and forth, getting a good jiggle going. “I think it likes me!” For whatever reason, boobs seemed to be something this creature liked.

 

Moo:  Narcissa had been happily bouncing back and forth from foot to foot, both hands under her chin while she grinned like a fool. “You’re a genius, Doctor!” she praised loudly before giggling, throwing her hands up and out in a cheering manner. The table having been lifted into position, the monster sure was taking his time to make his way to the good Doctor. While a bit of nervousness seemed present in the room, very little would come from Narcissa herself, as she had a means of defense for Wilhelm, and Igor had the neutralizing stuff!
Oh, but the monster hadn’t acted the way any of them hoped for, or at least even considered. With a turn and stare, he seemed to take to Roxanne. Or rather, her plump and bodacious boobies. Narcissa laughed as the monster let out a sound of satisfaction, holding her sides as her head hung forward. “Roxanne! He likes you!”

Razorbackwriter:  “Well this was unexpected.” That was the first thing that the Doctor could think of to say. He was half expecting the creation to attack him in a frenzy of violence – hence having the sedative wielding Igor at the ready. What did happen, left both men shocked, whilst the girls….they thought it was something else.

“I think it likes me!” ~jiggle jiggle jiggle~ Roxanne exclaimed, making quite a performance in jiggling her bodacious tah tahs with some enthusiasm. This…made the creation lick his lips and make a loud “MMMMMMMM” sound. Narcissa was now laughing with glee and exclaiming in agreeance. “Roxanne! He likes you!”

Igor on the other hand, knew EXACTLY what the creation likes. “He likes her boobs. Fancy that. Not exactly going to be helpful in a battle situation. What if he is up against female orcs….or blood elves?” The hunchback asked, as he put the sedative needle down on the nearest tray. He shot a look at the Doctor, who was tapping his lip with a worried expression.“Which army did you pull this fellow from again?’ The doctor asked, now wondering if they had harvested the right type of warrior after all. Igor went to check the uniform and came back with Wrath. Both men looked at the uniform, then at the lumbering giant who was dripping saliva on the floor as he stared at Roxanne’s jiggling jellies with relish.

“Isn’t…Wrath run by a woman now?” Igor asked, scratching his chin and wondering why the soldier was acting so odd. The Doctor nodded slowly, and then leaned over to his assistant and whispered. “I hear men lose their minds when they see her tits. She has more suitors than any other monarch. Hmmm. This is troubling.”

The Doctor was now concerned that if this creature acted so dopey over a pair of ripe breasts, that maybe all the others would as well. This could spell disaster for his operation. He needed to come up with a solution…..and fast.

 

~RB~

 

Let’s Celebrate – SS.

Scene setting : Hell’s Kitchen.

co-written with Moo & Temp.

 

Moo:  A celebration? The sound of that had Narcissa jumping for joy. She’d hardly traveled away from the laboratory! Her giddy exterior was almost overwhelming for any normal person. Luckily, these people were quite the opposite. Save Igor, who could probably survive much better without her presence. She clapped her hands together and tilted her head with a smile just as he let out his little yay.
“Hm?” The female monster turned her head, her torso coming down in a half bow as she gazed down at him. “Igor?” It looked as though he were down for the count. She slapped his cheek a few times, lightly. And when that didn’t work, she picked him up by the arm and lifted him. “Igor, you’re going to miss dinner! And dancing!”
The girl’s prodding was silenced as the Doctor piped up once again. She turned her head, dropping Igor to the ground in a thud. The House of Red Velvet? That sounded delightful! Like the cake! Maybe they served cake there! Despite not needing to eat, it was no secret Narcissa liked the taste of food. She could splurge on it as much as she wanted! But… “What would I wear?” It was a problem she’d had often, being much bigger than most average girls. Her lips set in a slight pout while she looked to Roxanne for help. “Does Roxy have any ideas?”

 

Temp:  Roxanne was very much excited due the apparent success of the Doctors experiment. It seemed that everyone else in the Lab shared in her enthusiasm, except for Igor of course. He was always such a serious little guy, but she liked that about him. Honestly, she hadn’t quite expected a ‘formal’ celebration to take place, but was happy about it regardless. This Red Velvet place sounded awesome, and she was definitely excited to go there with all of her friends. Narcissa’s quest for something more normal to wear was one she could help with. Roxanne quickly hopped over to her and snagged her by one of her hands, immediately tugging her along with her towards a different room. She kicked the door open and turned on the light in the room, revealing it’s contents. “This is where I put all the belongings of the more…feminine…dead. I’m sure we can find something here!” She gave Narcissa a reassuring look and let go of her hand, giving her the freedom to look through the room.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

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With the girls both occupied in getting their glad rags on for a night on the town, it was time to get the Lab’s roadster ready for the night out. Igor limped along after the Doctor, still smoldering after being part of the lightning harnessing with Narcissa. The smell of burnt hair was a bit on the nose, even for the likes of the good Doctor. As he activated the rollerdoor, he shook his head at what Igor was wearing.

“No no no no. You can’t go to the Red Velvet in a burnt robe. Go put on something snappy. Top hat, tails…the works, Igor.” The hunchback was never normally asked out to a night on the town, so he was a little apprehensive. “But Master…can’t I just stay here and work on my bug collection?” Truth be told, he was scared of being anywhere near Narcissa. Whether she knew it or not, she made the poor hunchback’s life hell.

“Igor…you are going to come to dinner, or…I shall put an ant eater in your room to look after your bugs for you.”

“EEEK!…Alright alright.” The hunchback caved, and staggered off to go get cleaned up and dressed, while the Doctor tinkered about on the car. The roadster was a real show car. Ideal for picking up the dead, and taking out that someone special. Not that the Doctor normally dated, but he was a keen car enthusiast.

When he had the car purring like a kitten on steroids, he would honk the horn to alert the girls and Igor that it was time to go.

~RB~

 

Moo:  Narcissa found herself in the next room, giddy with excitement while she roamed around the room. Surely a dress wouldn’t be too hard to fit into! Sure, the woman retained curve and was six foot, but that wouldn’t stop her from looking spiffy tonight. She browsed over anything white or blue, picking things off the hangers. Her lab coat ended up on draped over a chair after she tossed it carelessly. The first dress would be thrown over her clumps of gauze and bandages, creating little bumps under the tight-fitting dress. A bit of a sulk passed over her face for a moment while she looked in the mirror. The dress was too short!
Next, next, next… Several dresses later and she was forcing her way into a new white dress. A honk of the horn let her know she was out of time and she flailed her arms. Amazingly enough, this dress fit over her body and hung to her knees. It would be good enough! So long as she didn’t move a lot in it… “I hope you’re ready, Roxy!” she exclaimed, rushing to grab the nurse’s hand. She would lead the way out to the car, only to greet the Doctor with a big smile. “We’re ready!” Only Igor was left. She puffed her cheeks, pursing her lips while she waited on the little hunchback. Her excitement was to a point where she wouldn’t be able to wait another minute for him. To which extent she wouldn’t even debate on bringing him out herself.

 

Razorbackwriter:  “IGOR!…WE WILL BE LATE!” The Doctor yelled, honking his horn madly as he waited for the pint sized assistant to make his way back to the garage. The Doctor got out of the front of the roadster, only to see Roxanne and Narcissa emerge hand in hand. They were both…a sight. A vision of female perfection. Well, in his eyes.

“My dear ladies.” He said with a sweep of his hand and opened the back door of the hearse to allow them both to sit inside in the velvet lined booth. “Such visions. You are both to be belles of the ball.” It wasn’t a ball, but the Doctor was enjoying being flowery in his speech. When both were seated he closed the door with a gentle click, before turning around and about to bellow for Igor again. Thankfully, the hunchback appeared. He was wearing top hat and tails, with shiny shoes. Small spectacles completed the ensemble. if only he wore a smile.

“I look…re – dick – u – lous.” The hunchback stammered. Igor grimaced and dawdled over to the car. The Doctor would have none of the bad vibes to spoil the night, and slapped the hunchback on the back. “Get in the back and we be off. Just think….all those diamond dogs wanting a bit of that hump…huh?” The Doc wiggled his brow. Igor let out a sigh, since he really didn’t like girls at all.

With a loud roar, the roadster pulled out of the lab garage, and off into the night.

~RB~

 

 

 

“IT’S ALIVE!” – SS.

Scene setting : Hell’s Kitchen.

co-written with Moo & Temp

 

Moo:  The door to the room burst open at the point of which Igor had just left. Who really knew if the poor fellow would be able to obtain the lightning as quickly as the Doctor wanted. But Narcissa was there for that! “Did I hear lightning?” she asked. Her arm lifted, holding a severed hand, and proceeded to knock on one of the massive bolts protruding from her head. “I can help, Doctor!”
Always the eager one, Narcissa made her way to the pair. “Hi, Roxy!” she greeted with a small wave of the severed hand. Her smile seemed permanent on her face at this point, the lower half of her face completely grayed in comparison to the upper half. Her skin was sewn together with different bodies, calling for different tints of blue, green, and peaches. “Oh!” The severed hand was tossed back without much attention, and a crash could be heard as it landed on some tools. A tilt of the head and she was chuckling to herself.
“I can create the lightning for you, Doctor.” One more attempt to position herself in the shop. She loved company, and who better than her own creator and his friend.

 

Temp:  There were all sorts of noises bouncing around the Laboratory, most of which would make an average person cringe. However, the individuals within the Lab were anything but average. Roxanne had immediately taken a liking to the sounds within the building ever since her resurrection. Now another creature would be brought to life, but this one was much different from her. The giant being that she was watching being put back together was a soldier, a weapon. Roxanne was a living breathing and ever growing individual. She was alive. The giant was a marvel of scientific knowledge, but it’s purpose was very much a singular one. There was no doubt in her mind that she was unique from this creature, and as such felt no jealous or negativity for it. Though, she did feel a bit bad for Igor. The poor guy was gonna have to get a little crispy in order to bring this creation of Wilhelm’s to life. She waved at him as he walked away, heading up to the tower with his kite. It was kind of cute…in a weird way. Roxanne then turned and looked at Narcissa, greeting her with a sweet smile and a wave from both her hands. “Narnar! Darlin’!” She blew some kisses her way as Narcissa approached, clearly happy to see her. Though, her thoughts were suddenly rattled as the Doctor placed his hands upon her face, making her blush heavily. This kind of attention wasn’t entirely unusual, but it was still something that she didn’t know how to properly react towards. Her hands were placed on top of the Doctors, giving him a very excited nod and look. “Yes…Wilhelm…I’m so glad to be able to experience this with you.” Her mind was on autopilot as far as words and actions were concerned, so hopefully she hadn’t crossed any lines or made the situation awkward for Narcissa.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Wilhelm lowered his hands, with Roxanne already holding them. For a moment he forgot himself, and then pulled back as Narcissa burst into the room. Eager as to be a part of the experiment. Yes, why didn’t the Doctor think of it before. Electricity was her gig. Not to mention Igor made a lousy conductor. And he smelt odd after a charring. While Roxanne and Narsissa exchanged greetings, the Doctor moved over to the large pull handle, that would lift the slab up to the highest point of the chop shop and allow him to set up the electrodes to the giant to ensure that all harnessed lightning filtered through to his latest creation.

“Narcissa….go up to the tower and assist Igor. Roxanne…get on the platform. We are lifting off.”

Once Roxanne had joined the good doctor the slab would start to raise up off the floor and ascend towards the ceiling, where a large double pair of doors would swing open and from there they could see the night sky, in all its glory. The Doctor had a pair of welding goggles on his head and he lowered them over his eyes, to protect him from the blaze of light that was sure to engulf his creation.

Up on the stair well, Igor was trudging along slowly. Muttering to himself about how much he hated this part of the operation. It didn’t just hurt to be struck by lightning, his hair often permed from the after shocks and it took him weeks to get that frizz out.

Little did he know that Narcissa was going to be helping him….sort of.

Already the sky was filled with blackened clouds. The onset of lightning from a far was now getting closer, as the long rumbles of thunder heralded its imminent arrival.

~RB~

 

Moo:  “Aye-aye, captain!” Narcissa said with a salute. Seemingly already charged with energy, she would rush out of the room as quickly as she crashed in. The frankensteinian would rush up the stairs, seeing Igor in a matter of moments. “Igore!” she greeted. The hunchback seemed surprised by her presence. One might have thought he would be relieved to see her, but it was quite the opposite.
“Let’s go help the Doctor!” she exclaimed, grabbing the poor man’s hand. She rushed up, practically dragging the fellow along until she reached the top of the tower. The storm could be heard from inside, echoing down the stone walls and steps. Thunder sounded in the distance and Narcissa found herself smiling wider than before. “Perfect timing,” she chanted to herself.

Upon centering herself on the tower, she took Igor’s hand. He looked regretfully to the female monster, barely attempting a smile. “Cheer up, Igor!” she told him. “We get to help Doctor!” A remorseful look would cross his face before lightning struck moments later.
The shrieks echoed over a portion of the city, accompanied by enthusiastic feminine giggles.

 

Temp:  Roxanne nodded at the Doctor upon receiving the order to join him on the platform. It seemed that the time had come, thanks to Narcissa. She hopped up and onto the platform and stood next to the Doctor, looking up in anticipation. They were all mere moments away from all contributing to the creation of a magnificent creature. The earlier ‘incident’ with Wilhelm was something now in the back of her mind. She was just so excited for this experiment to finally be completed.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Ever enjoyed fourth of July? Well, Igor and Narcissa were lighting up the sky more so than any fireworks display imaginable. The blast of blue electricity fed down from the pair into the conductors and receivers with massive cracks and jolts as the electricity then headed down the next cable and right into the electrodes that were lined all over the creation’s body. With the goggles on, and Roxanne by his side, the Doctor raised his arms up to the sky and shouted.

“TODAY..TODAY WE WILL BRING THE DEAD BACK….AGAIN…AND AGAIN!” The Doctor cackled with laughter as Igor’s screams continued to ring out through the night. Slowly but surely, the massive surge of electricity was filling the creation that lay tied down to the hoisted slab.

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGGGGGGGGGGGH!” Igor screamed his hand locked onto that of Narcissa, who was really enjoying being part of the experiment. She was a super conductor and a useful one at that.

A low growl came from the slab, and the Doctor gasped as he looked down and saw the giant’s eyelids start to flutter. The Doctor waved his hand for Narcissa and igor to stop harnessing the lightning, as he took out his stethoscope and placed it to the giant’s chest. A beat….then another….then ANOTHER. The Doctor rose slowly and his face was riddled with the biggest smile you had ever seen.

“IT’S ALIVE…..IT’S ALIVE!”

Wilhelm grabbed Roxanne’s forehead and kissed it.

“MWAH!” You could tell he was pretty happy about it.

~RB~

 

Moo:  Narcissa’s body lit up in the places where metal decorated her skin. Blue charges were rather apparent while she stood still, holding her arm up to the air. She was grinning, perfectly still. The electricity flowing through her body would amount to nothing more than small tickles and tingles. Poor Igor on the other hand was dealing with full impact. His body shook violently while he shrieked, hair frizzing out to its maximum length. The sight was pretty comedic on its own!
The female monster looked down in time to see the Doctor wave at her. The conductors had apparently done their job, just as she had! She laughed as she lowered her arm and rushed down the stairs to escape the lightning. Igor dragged along, still experiencing after shock while his feet thumped down the stairs, sliding–falling, sliding–falling. Her strength would help him stay upright, however.
Upon entering the room once more, the doctor was crying out, rejoicing. Narcissa laughed and applauded happily in the background while Roxy’s forehead was kissed in celebration. “Yay, Doctor! You did it!”

 

Temp:  Roxanne and Wilhelm continued to ascend on the platform while Narcissa and Igor dealt with the lightning situation. She couldn’t help but laugh as she witnessed Igor get zapped. All his hair was frizzing like crazy, and somehow reminded her of a poodle. Her body wiggled in excitement as the electricity flowed through the creature. The Doctors excited words and actions were doing wonders in adding more fun to the scene.“ARIIIIIIIIISE!” She wiggled her hands at the creature as the lightning kept streaming into it, as if he would have some sort of effect. Eventually the lighting stopped just shortly after a growling sound was heard from the creature. The Doctor was quick to check for signs of life from it, and sure enough…he found it. He shouted in pure joy that it was now alive, and even went and kissed her on the forehead in celebration. Her cheeks were quick to redden, but it wouldn’t stop her from hopping up and down in joy.“WE DID IT WE DID IT!!!!” What a magnificent day this was turning out to be!

 

Razorbackwriter:  Through the combined efforts of all in the lab, the giant upon the slab was now growling fiercely. Its fingers twitching beneath the restraints. Eyes of fire now stared out and around at its surroundings. Both the Doctor and Roxanne were dancing and jumping about as the slab started to lower back down to the ground of the lab. Meanwhile, Narcissa was dragging Igor’s smoking body back down the stairs. You would think he was a golly wog by the way he appeared. His face black and his hair all frizzy and standing on end. Smoke was still coming out off of his clothes and he groaned weakly as the others celebrated. The slab landed with a heavy thud back on the main floor of the lab, and the Doctor immediately started checking vital signs and getting read outs from his computers. All of which were offering perfect analysis of the creature. It was a little too early to release the restraints, as the Doctor had not yet given the okay to Roxanne, but it was only a matter of time.

Tearing off his goggles, and tossing them onto a work bench, he then started to strip off his lab coat which revealed a tailored suit underneath.

“Narcissa….Igor…Roxanne. To celebrate our triumph I am taking you all…out for dinner. Maybe dancing.”

Igor let out a little yay, before falling backwards and landing with a light oomph on the floor. Some smelling salts and he would be right as rain.

“I ….know this little club that do a fabulous buffet. The House of Red Velvet. Get your best frocks on, my dears.”

~RB~

 

 

Science fiction – SS.

Scene setting : Hell’s Kitchen, the Lab.

co-written with Temp & Moo.

 

Temp:  Roxanne placed the severed limbs of bodies in bins which were labeled, keeping track of how many she placed. She didn’t want to reach for an arm and pull out a thigh which was the reasoning behind keeping limbs organized. Her mind and body were both so consumed in dancing and dismembering that she didn’t notice the Doctors violent outburst. In fact, she was completely tuned out from the world around her, only hearing the music and only seeing the corpses. As soon as the song ended she snapped out of it, now taking the Doctors words in. She was glad he liked the song that she had chosen, and looked over at him, offering a satisfied smile. “It makes me feel all giddy and alive! Plus, I seem to cut up bodies really well while listening to it!” There was a rather large amount of limbs in the different labeled bins already. She had worked really quickly and efficiently during the duration of that song. It took a moment to register just how messy the Doctors work station was, which wasn’t exactly unusual, but it seemed…different somehow. Instead of giving it any sort of deep thought, she looked away and started to get back to work. These limbs weren’t going to cut themselves!

 

Razorbackwriter:  Thankfully, Roxanne took no real notice of the Doctor’s violent attack on the head of the orc. Just as well, for he really didn’t want to go into the reason why. The past…was the past. Igor took out a small dust pan and brush, and came up alongside the doctor and started to sweep up the small shattered parts of the Orc’s skull, every now and then glancing up and giving a sympathetic nod. He knew….oh yes, he knew.

It was surprising just how many body parts they had in the chop shop and with Roxanne’s efficiency they were processing and putting the body bits, limbs and innards into the right piles for catalogue. One might ask, what was the point in all this? Surely orcs and dark elves were not going to walk in the door and ask for a replacement arm….or leg. The truth of the matter however was far more interesting.

The Doctor had for the longest time been thinking of how to utilize the dead bodies for something far more lucrative, than just being a spare parts shop. Long lonely nights in his tower, he had ideas. Grand visions of what would be the perfect product to sell to the Princes of Hell. What did every Kingdom need…and had trouble obtaining after a war such as the one at Wrath?

A new army. Scientifically enhanced, and made from the body parts of the fallen. Yes, the dead rising again….and again to serve their Masters. Question was, had the Doctor started on what would be the Ultimate fighting machine? If one was to look at the large sheet covered creature in the main part of the Hospital to see that his greatest experiment may soon come to life. All he needed was a bolt of lightning…..and a good brain.

Turning to his dancing assistant, Roxanne, the Doctor asked;

“Any….royals or…dead knights in amongst that lot?”

~RB~

 

Temp:  Roxanne looked over at the doctor upon hearing him speak. “Royalty or Knights? I’ll look through the pile!” She skipped over to where the bodies were being kept, and began to rummage through them. There were all sorts of ways to determine whether or not a body belonged to someone of importance, it was just a matter of knowing where to look. While looking through the bodies she searched for brands as well as insignias, which would be the most reliable way to determine importance. Eventually she found a rather powerful looking demon, of course…he was now dead. Regardless, he had a branding and Insignia behind his ears that belonged to Greed. From what she could gather, this was one of the royal guard. “How bout’ a royal guard? In good condition might I add!” She shouted as she stood up and out of the pile of corpses, holding the body of the royal guard in the air above her.

 

Razorbackwriter:  “How bout’ a royal guard? In good condition might I add!”

Roxanne was quick to find a suitable candidate for the Doctor’s latest experiment, as she hoisted the body of a royal guard high above her head whilst standing upon the pile of other bodies. Though bloody, it was clear this was one of Wrath’s own guards, and Wilhelm could not help but smirk.

“Perfect! Good strong bloodline. They are picky about their guards. Bring him down, Roxanne.” The Doctor ordered, as he waved his hand for Igor to follow. Igor dropped off the last body onto the sorting table, and then ambled after his Master, every so often, he would shoot a disdainful look back at Roxanne. He just found her to be too bouncy for the Lab, which he believed should be a much more serious kind of place. As he shuffled along, Igor asked; “Why a royal guard and not some other stiff, Master?” He was curious as to the Doctor’s reasoning.

Doctor Wilhelm shrugged his shoulders lightly, and said in reply. “Because, I need the brain of one that is well trained in the arts of battle, quick off the mark. Dependable.”

“Yes…but this one is dead, He can’t of been very good now can he?” The humpback had a point, but this was when the Doctor explained about the war. “You are always going to have victims on both sides of such a conflict. Maybe he died defending the Princess….who knows? Now, let’s get to work.”

Reaching the shrouded body which was his latest experiment, he ripped the sheet back, to reveal a giant of a man. So large that one had to wonder just what he was. He barely fit on the table. The face was covered in scars and his eyes stared out blindly at the room. There was no heart beat. He…like most other things…was dead. The Doctor stroked the giant’s face gently, like a father to a son.

“Isn’t he a beauty?”

“Err…you’re kidding right?” the hunchback said, trying not to throw up in his mouth.

~RB~

 

Temp:  
Roxanne wasted no time, and immediately followed the Doctors orders. She hopped out of the pile of bodies and skipped along with the body, following Wilhelm and Igor. The looks she was often given by Igor didn’t quite compute with her, almost as if she couldn’t see them. Perhaps it was just because she didn’t really care about what others thought about her. Regardless, she placed the body of the guard onto a table near the shrouded body. She hadn’t quite gotten a good look at this experiment, but was excited nonetheless. Once the sheet was removed she gave the creature a good look, almost like she was entranced. “Ohhhh myyyy…he looks amazing Doc!” She simply couldn’t help herself, and started bouncing around the table, examining the creature thoroughly. It was not yet alive, but she had a feeling that would soon change. The Doctor really was a genius.

 

Razorbackwriter:  “He is, isn’t he?” The Doctor enthused, still stroking the giant’s cheek slowly. Caressing it even. Igor couldn’t see the attraction. Roxanne’s enthusiasm was always welcomed, since Igor was not as jovial in spirit. Getting the two bodies ready, the Doctor snapped on his rubber gloves and then headed for a large trolley – where he flipped back the blue sheet to uncover a bevy of knives, scalpels, hammers and other surgical tools to be used in the delicate operation. In the background, many of the electrical support system switches were being turned on by Igor and the machines buzzed shrilly in the foreground.

The Doctor passed his ipod docking station and pressed play to his favorite song.

The slab filled with music as the Doctor nudged Roxanne to get with the program. “Be ready to catch the brains, and then we do the switch.” He ordered, as he started to make an incision into the head of the royal guard of Wrath. Slicing all the way around, he then took out an electric saw, and started to cut the skull open to make a perfect entrance point to harvest the guard’s brain. His foot tapped along in time to the music, while igor kept a good eye…his only good eye on the machines, and the weather forecast. You see, the Doctor needed a thunderstorm in order to finish the experiment. Lightning being the key ingredient. Scooping out the royal guard’s brain, he then passed it to his busty Nurse, Roxanne and mouthed.

“Keep it safe, Roxy!”

Moving to the giant, it was good to see, he had already made incisions and all he had to do was snap off the top of the giant’s skull. A large scooper and he took out the giant’s brain, which he tossed into the nearest garbage can. In his mind, he didn’t think it would ever be needed, not even in an orc.

Pulling up a small swivel chair, and flicking down his headband flashlight, he gestured for Roxanne to place the brain inside the empty skull of the giant, so that he could do the micro surgery needed to rewire the brain to the giant’s head. It would be painstaking, and delicate – but the Doctor was a perfectionist and he was certain that this new breed of super soldier would be a hit with the Princes of hell.

 

~RB~

Temp:  Roxanne was eager to get started on this little experiment, and was rather curious as to what the Doctor had in mind. She watched him, completely in awe, as he began to get to work. She was ready for anything at this point. There wasn’t much that she could do at the moment, until of course she was ordered to catch some brains. Her body bounced back and forth as she held out her hands as if she was ready to catch a football. Of course, it wasn’t actually thrown at her. The brain was taken into her hands once it was passed to her, and she held it in anticipation. The brain was placed into the skull of the giant creature upon being given the order. There was no way she was going to miss out on this, and so she sat herself down on a nearby chair. Her gaze would not leave the Doctor and the Giant, as is she was completely entranced by it.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Transfixed by his work, the Doctor continued on. Painstakingly putting back together the nerve ends that would attach the new brain to the dead tissue of the giant before him. Roxanne was a treasure in the way she kept in close, but not to close to bump or knock the Doctor as he worked. Those breasts did have a habit of being bouncy at the wrong times, and knocking over everything from test tubes to Igor if his hump got in the way. The operation would continue on for a few hours more. Perfection could not be rushed, and the Doctor was….a perfectionist when it came to his work. This giant was the prototype of what would be many. His dreams to create a super army was so tantalizingly close, he could almost taste it.

Finally, the Doctor sat back and then reached for the staple gun, as he place the skull fragment back over the spot where he had put the new brain in. The constant ~whack whack whack~ sound of the metal staple being fired into the giant’s skull would echo through the room, till at last the Doctor set down the staple gun and then ripped off his mask.

“Now….Igor. Go up to the north tower and…..fly a kite.”

Igor looked at the doctor strangely, as he thought this was a bad time to be taking recreational leave to…fly a kite.

“Why Master?”

The Doctor turned around and got up off his stool, to walk to one of the other benches, where there was a kite and a key tied to the end of it. He handed it to Igor and patted his hump. “You are going to catch me some lightning.” the Doctor said with a quirky smirk. Igor gasped at the thought. “But I’ll get zapped.” He was not liking this part of the operation at all.

“Just a little bit. Now go!….NOW!”

“Yes….Master.” Igor said wearily, as he trudged off to the tower, his face saddened by the fact the Doctor wanted him to be the lightning catcher.

With him gone, the Doctor tore off his gloves and then cupped Roxanne’s face.

“In just a few hours….we…will have made history.”

~RB~