Time stops – Hell’s Kitchen : SS

~They say that when you meet the love of your life, time stops – and that’s true.~

iMoo

Narcissa was more or less lost on everything that had just taken place. She resorted to standing idly by, silent as everything was handled by the Doctor alone. More or less, anyway. Everyone had parted on their own without her having to see them out, or ensure that no detours were made. She would simply look after them each time they went, eyes following them curiously before they turned back to Wilhelm. The room was silent again without anyone left to make demands to the man. Narcissa, who had began to look dull, perked up enough that light seemed to flash back in her eyes and the corners of her lips turned up slightly. This was the face best worn for the others in Hell’s Kitchen. It didn’t last long though. The sound of the lift having been silenced in the distance, it was only when the frankensteinian girl began walking toward Wilhelm that he staggered and clutched a work bench. “Doctor?” Her smile faltered while she slowed midstep, reaching out as though to help steady him from where she stood. Everything…I did, I did for love. Narcissa didn’t know what the Doctor meant as he continued speaking, but the tone of his voice and his expression concerned even her. The girl’s usually smiling face was now sporting a frown. The tear that rolled down his cheek as he looked at her caused her to freeze further; this was not the Wilhelm she knew. But she understood he had deeper feelings than happiness, like everyone in Hell’s Kitchen. Narcissa would stare back at him as he stood before her and patted her shoulder. “Wilhelm…” The monster never said the Doctor’s name. Not ever. She did now, but without knowing what she wanted to say to him.

Not that it would matter in the end. She looked in the direction that he turned, and as he walked away to a control panel. From here the monster took a step toward him and stopped again, as though she was unsure what to do in their current situation. Narcissa was obviously confused to what situation was being brought up, but she had a gut feeling that it was bad. Was Wilhelm in the right state of mind? Had the deal he just made meant something bad for him? Something bad for Hell’s Kitchen? She had barely heard his whisper before the sirens started blaring around the pair, red lights flashing over the originally green lit room. There was no answer for that question, as she couldn’t begin to guess what his secret might have been. Even remembering the short moment from the previous night while he helped her pick out a mask, she could come up with nothing. Her mind wouldn’t delve that deep while she recognized that the Doctor was in low spirits now and saying weird things. “Doctor, I don’t…” Narcissa’s eyes dragged away from him, shooting toward the lift when she heard the hunchback scream for him. His continuous calling only frightened her before she looked back to see Wilhelm swaying on his stool. He would kill himself with blood loss… But why wasn’t she moving to remove the IV needle from his arm? “Doctor, please!” She clutched onto her white coat nervously, looking deeply concerned for him. It felt like her feet were stuck to the ground. She could always reach the lift and attempt to get out, but she didn’t know the code either. What did that mean for her? Narcissa looked to the insulators that were bubbling; the first one finally broke and something hideous fell out. One of the Doctor’s creations, no doubt. Was there any hope to control these things? For her? She tried to pay no mind to the way it roared at her, baring its terrible fangs. Normally, she wouldn’t be bothered by this sort of thing, but she was always in company of the good Doctor and the rest of the team. Now she was alone, and Wilhelm seemed crazed…at least compared to his normal personality and ideas. But the set up here was planned; this had been his way to bring his army to life, so he was thinking clearly. “Doctor!” she cried out, despite the heaps of goopy bodies falling to the ground around the tomb. Narcissa had to lunge forward to catch him before he hit the ground, sobbing. Her cries were dry, as her tear ducts didn’t work. “Don’t be dead! I like you alive!” She pulled the IV needle form his arm at long last, if the fall hadn’t done so for her, and she stood up to look at the standing undead, shoulders shaking as she clutched onto Wilhelm with the hope that he was only unconscious. Narcissa would begin to back away toward the lift, one hand reaching for her rod that she kept tucked in her coat pocket while she propped the Doctor against her shoulder.

 

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Hell’s Kitchen – Cardis Tomb

~They say that when you meet the love of your life, time stops – and that’s true.~

The scene in Cardis tomb was now apocalyptic. Blasts of electrical energy, sparks pouring out of so many machines, the bright flashing of warning lamps that signaled the great danger that had been unleashed by the actions of the Doctor. One by one, the vast army was collapsing out from the insulated bubbles that had kept them suspended for near to ten years. It was the sight of nightmares, one of the scariest things imaginable. In the middle of all this, a terrified and confused Narcissa was struggling to save the doctor, who had collapsed due to sheer blood loss. The secret ingredient to the Doctor’s masterpiece….his own blood. Pale, and barely able to keep his eyelids from closing his figure was limp against the female monster. But while his body seemed to have all but given up on life, in his mind’s eye…..he could see….her.

The scene was all black and white. That same street where they last saw each other. The night that Wilhelm was to give her his ring. There was no cars, no other people. Just Missy standing on the other side of the road. God, she looked beautiful. Wilhelm looked down and saw he was wearing his usual lab gear however. Was this what death was like?

“Wilhelm!” She cried out, almost shocked to see him in this place. Was it the afterlife? It certainly wasn’t hell, but it wasn’t heaven either.

“Missy?” Wilhelm started to run across the road and Missy did the same, till they both reached the center and hugged each other. Missy was crying as she kept stroking Wilhelm’s head. The world was all but frozen, as though they were the only people left. Wilhelm hugged her as if his very life depended upon it. Missy put her hands to cup his cheeks and kissed him repeatedly, though now both were crying. It had been so long. For all the horrible things that the Doctor had done in trying to keep her alive, he had never again seen her spirit, till now.

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Breaking the kiss, they stared at each other. Lost in each other’s eyes and this very moment. “I’ve been with you all along, Wil. I saw what the Dark one did. He tricked you. Of all the ones you could never bring back, it was me.”

“Why….why couldn’t you come back to me?’ He blubbered, fighting to get the question out. The one that had plagued him for so long.

“Someone had to be your angel, Wil”

It was then that it all started to make sense. Doing a deal with a devil like Shamus brought only a cruel and sick joke in the form of what he thought was his beloved Missy. The Dark One wanted the Doctor all along. To be the creator of the army that would ruin the balance of Hell once and for all. Dangling the carrot that he could have his love back. Missy brought up Wilhem’s fingers to her lips and kissed them.

“But now….now we can be together.”

Wilhelm started to smile as his eyes shined with tears. it was what he wanted…what he wanted all along. Just to be with her.

Just then a hollow sounding voice rang out through the empty street.

“Doctor!”

Both the Doctor and Missy turned – their faces hit by a strong wind that was the world starting up again. Time had stopped, this was true…but on the other side, the female monster was in great danger.

“Don’t be dead! I like you alive!”

Her panicked screams were now growing louder, as the force of wind was turning into that same storm that fell the night that Missy died. It was like he was about to watch a repeat of history.

“NO!” The Doctor was torn from Missy’s hands and was now seated in the restaurant, the ring box in his hand. Missy was back on the other side of the street, about to cross the road. The look of horror on Wilhelm’s face was apparent, as the street filled again with cars and people. Wilhelm shot up out of his chair and smashed his fists against the glass window of the restaurant as Missy stepped out onto the road……

The tomb was now alive with the roars and sound of the undead army finally awakening. It was led by the first of the creatures to break out from its insulated bubble of goo. Wilhelm’s fingers twitched slightly, as he placed it into his pocket, only to pull out a key card that fit into the slot under the lift control panel. If Narcissa could get the card into the slot before the monsters attacked, it would activate the lift – which would open on the top floor to allow Loc and Igor to enter and come to their rescue.

 

~RB~

 

IMoo

With all the sparks and electricity being unleashed from the machines around the room, Narcissa jumped back toward the wall leading to the lift. Her body was highly conductive; metal everywhere, even on her lab coat. She frantically looked from the electricity to the Doctor in her arms. There was no choice to pull out her weapon while holding him as well; she merely backed toward the lift further while the undead continued to drop onto the floor one by one. Taking a moment to look at his face, the girl could at least see that his eyes weren’t completely closed. They seemed to be fluttering; it was a sign. Her calls were continued until she noticed his fingers twitching. She would give another dry sob, looking relieved and somehow still panicked. “Wilhelm, you’re alive!” she called, rejoicing. His hand was dipping into his pocket, pulling out a key card. Narcissa’s eyes widened slightly before she grabbed it from him quickly and held onto him tighter. Looking up in time for one of the undead to lunge toward her with a massive growling roar. She jumped back, using her enhanced movements to increase the distance until she was next to the lift. The key card was pushed into place. The lift wouldn’t be on her floor, sadly…due to the leaving of the prince and his allies… Now Narcissa would have to wait, holding the Doctor tightly while keeping an eye on the undead not far off from them. “IGOR! HURRY!” she screamed, ensuring they heard her above. The girl was shaking, despite everything she had done…and was doing…for the sake of the Doctor.

 

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Hell’s Kitchen – The Laboratory

Up in the foyer, the lights were flickering on and off as the power systems were taking a beating. Down below the harrowing screams and vicious sound of the awakened army was the very thing of nightmares. Igor was still beating on the doors when all of a sudden with a loud whoosh they opened as though by magic. Igor fell forward and landed on the interior of the lift with a splat, and down through the elevator sharft you could hear Narcissa scream for him to hurry. The hunchback had to scramble to get to his feet and could see Loc just outside the lift, his hands pressed to his ears as he continued to scream in protest to the noise below.

“LOC!…LOC! Get your arse in here. They need us!”

The creation was like an over sized child. Terrified of what was happening and not paying the hunchback any attention. His eyes were practically bulging out of his sockets, and the screams he made grew louder. There was no time for this. Each second that they lost meant that the Doctor and Narcissa would not be able to make it out of Cardis Tomb alive. The hunchback having no idea what the Doctor had done, or if he or Narcissa were injured.

“LOC! THEY NEED US NOW!” Never before had the hunchback shown such courage under the circumstances. But thankfully, the words he just yelled struck a cord within the massive creature. Even though he himself was terrified, he ambled into the lift, and this was when Igor slammed his hand on the close button. The lift now rocketing down to the special tomb, where all hell had truly broken loose.

Down in the tomb itself, the leader of the undead army was roaring at Narcissa who was doing everything she possibly could to get out of the monster’s reach. The sparks of electricity in behind him were now raining down from above. The smell of burning flesh was stifling to the senses. Being held tightly by the female creation, the Doctor groaned and tried to mumble something, but it was incoherent due to the loud noises of all the creatures breaking free of their cocooned shells. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. The injection of his blood was to be done under controlled conditions. The fact that he did what he did, by practically giving all his blood in one go was a death wish. The reaction by the many creatures was a shocking catalyst. With barely enough energy to open his eyes, the Doctor reached out with his right hand towards the leader of his army.

~ROAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRR!~

~Whooosh~ The doors to the lift tore open with Igor gasping at the sight before him. Never…had he seen anything like this before. All the bodies they had harvested for over ten years, all coming to life at once.

“OH GOD!” He screamed, as he then turned to see Narcissa with the Doctor just to the side of the lift entrance. “I got you!”The hunchback clamored out and tried to help Narcissa with the Doctor, to drag him into the lift, when the leader of the army made a swipe for the trio………except…..

“FATHER!!!!” Loc roared, as he threw himself into harms way. Loc’s fist connecting with the undead army leader’s jaw, knocking him back. It was enough to give Igor the chance to help Narcissa and the Doctor…..but at great cost.

“GO!” the creation screamed as the trio were about to be safely inside the lift. Igor couldn’t believe what Loc was doing.“GET IN, LOC!” But instead of getting in, Loc slammed his hand on the lift panel, so that the doors would shut and the three could get away.

The last thing they would see, would be Loc’s determined face….as the undead leader drove his fist right through Loc’s body, ripping out his stitched heart.

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~RB~

 

“Ever guessed my secret?” – Hell’s Kitchen : SS.

No one saw this coming…..

 

Zetta:  Beelzebub was staring Doctor Willhelm down without an answer, up until being caught away by the introduction of the cretin who had been idle in the background. The entire time he had been wondering on the meaning of it’s presence, all the while referring to what was most likely a man, to be an it. Only because of it’s apparent concern with the situation going on, but doing absolutely nothing but talk and react.. Until the moment he was clarified on a time in which he had to gain the heart of the prince of pride. He had a full week then? Personally, he could have worked with just three days, considering what he had been hearing happened to the Prince when he stood against Gabriel and her slave.. It was obvious that it was possible to befall the Dragon if one could only get close to him, and he had luckily just enlisted not one, but two individuals fully capable of taking to the skies. However he was not going to get gaudy in front of his suppliers, desire leaked out of Beelzebub, but confidence did not. That was for the other prince, his soon-to-be victim.. The Dark One was a foreign being to him, but he came out with stating the one who Beel assumed to be the master-mind behind everything was nothing but an extension of the thing itself. This wrought out a new-found respect for the presentation being given..

“So this is how the genius-inventor is safe, and knowledgeable in the nether-realm despite being a human..” The glutton prince narrowed his eyes as the other being approached, most likely a demon given his features. But he did not immediately assume so, it was very possible that this one was only a shape-shifter, pulling strings with his intellect. All that was beyond his concern, the man gave out tasks, getting Beelzebub his hand was a nice means of appealing to him for a start. When he continued on to get close to him in a whisper, the prince only listened close, where he had only just bullied a man for getting so close to him. Another showing of how Beelzebub acted when he was given things that he wanted, as well as how he treated those who had fed him so… Even standing idle when his nose was flicked, the wink given to him by the demonic being was awful, but endured because he was being fed juicy information. All about the arm, what it was for, he had been continuously told that it was powerful, but never given a hint as to how and why. So being told this was like food towards his hunger for conquest. “This arm isn’t just a replacement, but a chain. I will have to return here if I want to continue being rewarded..” He said to himself, in front of the dark one with a foregoing tone, quickly figuring out how this trade could be more taxing than he had originally thought. At any time he could back out of it, this was the type of look he had received from the doctor moments ago. The man himself had ceased to speak, this was slightly alarming, but ignored, while Gluttony received it’s feedings..

The army would be his in a matter of days, he could retrieve it by sending Eren as a recognizable extension of himself. With this in mind he contemplated replacing Najetta with that man, the fire-starter seemed much more willing to act for Beelzebub, though not nearly as concerning.. In which case there were no perfect replacements for that woman, but someone like Eren could easily be close to her versatility.. Enough, he wasn’t about to squander a second in waste, while he caught up in a matter of time. After all, he was sure he could win regardless, he wanted that reward like he wanted lust. A thought occurred to wage war on two fronts, but he decided against it, not wanting to spread himself thin.. These thoughts led him to glance at the being recently introduced, lacking a name for him. “So.. Dark one, gluttony returns to this laboratory, receives it’s new army. I bring you the heart, you give me more..” He stated, just to be assured, his tone of voice would tell the other being that the prince was almost possessed by the desire to receive whatever he had in store for him.. With no need for an actual vocal agreement, the two would part ways, Eren right behind Beelzebub most likely, the group would step onto the elevator. Gluttony would walk over the man he pushed with no regards, heading straight for the door, his right hand flexing all the while. It was good to be whole again…

 

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Hell’s Kitchen – The Lab 

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The room was now silent as those that had come to see the mysteries and wonder of the Cardis tomb had left for their own kingdoms once more. All that was left now was the Doctor….and Narcissa, who had tried to interject several times during the meeting, but was all but ignored. There was a reason for this of course, not one that was obvious – but in fact it was to prevent attention being drawn to her. The Doctor was not stupid. He knew that the Prince’s desire to devour may well include her and that was the last thing he wanted. Keeping him from eating anything down there was a feat in itself, and of course the Dark one finally made himself known and his diabolical plans. Oh, everyone was happy. The Demon Prince thinking he got the deal of a lifetime, the Dark one thinking he had the Prince right where he wanted him, and of course the time piece – the sand filled hourglass had been turned over. Everyone was happy….except one.

The moment the doors to the lift closed and he heard the whirring of the gears to signal that the lift had taken its precious cargo back up to the foyer, the Doctor staggered and clutched at one of his work benches. it was like he had been holding in his true feelings and the terror he had felt the entire time that the deal was being brokered.

“Everything….I did, I did for love.” Wilhelm stared at an open space, but clearly he could see a mental image of her. The love of his life. A projection of her beauty. “But…when I save a life….someone always dies.” There was such sadness in his voice now. Like for the first time he was being rational – sane. A tear rolled down his cheek as he turned to face Narcissa, who could not possibly understand what he was saying….or what he meant. Pushing himself off the table, he walked toward Narcissa and patted her shoulder. “I’m….sorry.” His brow knitted as he just stood and stared at her, before turning his back.

He had much work to do. The army having being promised to the Prince of Gluttony and it would be a matter of days before Eren, possibly – came to collect. Walking up to the first row of body sacks, that illuminated the room with a fiendish green glow. the Doctor went to the control panel that controlled the undead creature’s life support unit. There were so many. A vast army. Ten years of work.

“Ever guessed my secret, child?’ He said with barely a whisper, as he took out an iv needle and prepped it up to the main machine that linked all of the undead to one simple unit. Sticking the needle into his artery, his own blood poured down the tube and into the processor, that turned around and around like a dialysis machine. Slowly he sank onto a small round stool as the blood was draining into the system, and being fed drop by drop into the machine. Across the entirety of the tomb each monster…each creature…each soldier was taking in the Doctor’s own blood. Red alarm lights started to swirl as the creatures started to beat against the sacks that contained them Massive blasts of warning blasts and repeated computer chatter was screaming through the intercoms.

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Up at the foyer, Loc and Igor had been fixing the door when the Prince and his entourage had left. Course, when the alarms were all being triggered at once, the hunchback spun around and screamed.

“DOCTOR!!!!”

He ran as fast as his legs carried him towards the lift door and helplessly punched in code after code…but it was no use…the doors refused to open.

“WILHELM!!….DOCTOR!!!….NARCISSA!!!”

Loc looked up in fright, to see the small man banging his fists on the key pad, and then the door to the lift. Loc could hear the sirens, and it was scaring him. He put his hands up to his ears, and started to scream in terror, which was a worse sound than the sirens themselves.

The Doctor swayed back and forth on the stool as the first of the goo filled insulator bubbles broke and the undead creature landed upon the floor of the tomb. It’s eyes were completely black and it turned to see the Doctor who was close to passing out from blood loss. It’s head swung around and it took in the sight of Narcissa and roared at her. Baring terrible fangs and large claws. It’s body joined together with crude stitches and its veins pumping with a strange coloured fluid. One after the other started bursting out their body sacks and landing on the floor, as in the back ground the Doctor fell off his chair onto the floor……

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~RB~

The Right Hand of Doom – Hell’s Kitchen : SS.

When the Prince of Gluttony comes calling for a replacement limb, the one on offer seems to good to be true.  What is the Doctor really up to, and is the price something that Beel is willing to pay?

 

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Hell’s Kitchen – The Laboratory.

Could the Doctor ever have imagined the reaction from the Prince of Gluttony? The way his entire face lit up, like a child that had just been introduced to the mother of all candy stores. “Yes!.. I want it! Where is it!” His eagerness and insatiable appetite to have more and the best meant that he would not be at all patient now that he had practically been sold the one item in Hell, that many would give their right arm for. Kind of funny, since Beel had literally given his right arm to Mammon. A terrible mistake, but in the Doctor being able to correct this, it assured the Prince of a wonderful new power. The name alone sounded intimidating, as it was meant to be. The arm itself was too great a prize to keep in the likes of the Doctor’s office, or in his specimen room adjacent. No….he kept this arm in a place that even his own staff had not been into. The other guest had remained quiet in the Doctor’s office, and whilst Wilhelm would have liked to do the extra business, his focus was on the Prince of Gluttony. He didn’t ask for the picture back, as he figured that Beel would want to hold onto it. A keepsake, if you will.

“My Lord, you would need to come with me. I have it in a special tomb that is below the Lab. It is safe from theft there, but since you are so eager to have it, then I would welcome you to come see.” The Doctor came out from behind his desk, and then cast a glance outside to where Narcissa was keeping the other guests, or should I say Beel’s muscle entertained.

“Narcissa, if you could bring the guests over they would be more than welcome to join their Prince to do a tour of the Cardis Tomb.” Now this was something that even she would not have known about. The Doctor had his reasons, but they would come to light much later. Gesturing with his hand, he urged the Prince to follow. “This way, My Lord…. everyone.”

If the Prince, Narcissa and the others followed him he would lead him up to a special elevator. There was a numbered keypad next to the doors, and also an eye scanner, as well as thumb print detector. Punching in the right code, a small eye piece slid out from the wall, and scanned the Doctor’s eyes, before beeping in a cheery code. A small grey door slid up, and the Doctor pressed his finger tips into the gooey substance, that was reading the Doctor’s fingerprints. Only when all three were accepted, did the lift doors slide back. Again, the Doctor showed his respect towards the Prince. “After you, My Lord.” It was a large service like lift, and it had a musical melody playing inside. Odd how the Doctor had such a gruesome office, then something sweet like a fun melody playing in his lift. The Doctor would wait for all to enter the lift, so that he was the last to get in.

“Few people ever get to see the inner workings of the Lab. I have spent years on a particular operation, which will serve Hell well. Well, whoever seeks to use it, I suppose.”

Igor and Loc both looked at the Doctor as he winked at them.

“You two can fix the front door. We will be back once I have given the Prince his new arm.”

“Yes, Doctor.” The pair said in unison.

The doors of the lift slid shut, and it was then the Doctor turned around to his guests.

“You’re going to love it. I just know it.” The Doctor slammed his hand on the green down button, and the lift started a terrible freefall, as though nothing was holding it. Imagine a cable snapping and you were falling one hundred and ten stories. It was gaining speed as the Doctor stood there, singing to himself. A madness in his eyes. Oh yes, the Doctor was a brilliant, brilliant man….but a complete wacko.

Only as you would think that the lift was about to smash to smithereens on the tomb floor, it came to a cushioned stop. Like something out of a cartoon. Some may well be dazed by this, but the Doctor chortled. “What a rush. Right…on with the tour.”

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The doors slid open and it was then…..that those in the lift saw the magnitude to the Doctor’s operations. A vast chamber, so big you couldn’t see the end of it. The biggest shock of all, were the thousands, and thousands of sacs, that contained the zombified bodies of many fallen soldiers. All were hooked up to machines, that were like life support centers. Rows and rows….and rows. This was to be the greatest secret in Hell. The sheer magnitude of the army was so immense, that it was impossible to believe.

Spinning on his heel, he was like a game show host. Proud and beaming. “All the wars…all the death. I simply couldn’t let it go to waste.” There were all manners of creatures suspended. As the Doctor started to pass beneath them, he reached up and would run his fingers along the outer shell of the greenish bubbles. “Aren’t they beautiful?’ He regarded them as though he was a proud father. His eyes glistening with un-shed tears. It was only after he coughed, and then turned around that he saw the Prince of Gluttony standing there…expectantly.

“The Right hand of Doom!…YES! That is what you are here for. Let me get it for you.” With a spring in his step, the Doctor toddled off till he came to a large red coffin like box. This arm must have been huge. No doubt the creature it came off was a biggun. The Doctor took a key out of his pocket and placed it in the lock, turning it quickly. There was a loud hush, and as the lid started to rise, the arm itself illuminated – lighting up the Doctor’s face. It was indeed a prize to behold.

“My Lord Beel, would you like to try it on?” The Doctor lifted it carefully out from its home, and held it out like a new born baby to the Prince of Gluttony. “It’s been waiting for you.”

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~RB~

 

Artie:  

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A sudden pop was heard, and there was the Madame Green… Her eyes focused on the hand, a small smirk coming onto her face. “Ah.. The hand of Doom.. what a name. Quite original, Doctor. I award you your Grammy today.” With this, she would hold out her hand, a small trophy appearing within her grasp. Within moments, however, it would disappear as she laughed softly.. “Though, when has anything associated withdoom ever been anything good? Quite ominous, don’t you think?” Madame smirked larger, showing her teeth only slightly, mischief dancing across her face.. “Though, I do have word of more ominous things.. If you do care, Doctor.”

Her eyes flickered from Beel to Doc, to Eren, then to Astarte… Then back to the beloved Doctor. She knew of the Dark One’s presence, but did not acknowledge it.. Her aura of power was stifling, even next to Beel. Though she stood several feet below him, at a mere 5’4”, and easily the shortest being, even to Igor. “An undead army… Impressive, admittedly.. Though, how long did it take you? Oh, wait.. I know that.. Ten years. Ten years, doctor… Impressive.” The last word was repeated, a whisper compared to the rest.. “At least you are committed, as you can see from him, Lord Beel..” Though the word ‘Lord’ was a joke for her, she would never put anyone in higher standing than herself.. such absurd notions. “I do propose one of you gets the child.” At their confused looks, she would tilt her head. “The god-child? Born of Raul the Black and Bandit the thief..? The child that has the power to destroy Hell if it is told to? Ah, Doctor, if you could harness such power.. That would be something… Well-paid for, I am sure.”

Her eyes would go to Beel, a sudden grin on her face as she moved to him, pressing a hand against his chest. “Oh, do be careful, Lord…” She purred, gazing up at him with large eyes and an innocent face, “..I have a terrible feeling that you will see your end in a battle.. One that is not worth fighting.. Stay away from your foe’s flames, would you?” Her fingertips trailed on his chest for a moment, her gaze thoughtful.. But then she would pull away, the petite woman gazing back at the doctor. A somewhat knowing glance in her eyes. “What an army to have a hold of.. Wouldn’t you say, Lord? All the bodies to consume, but also to fight endlessly for you… because they are already dead?” A fingertip pressed to her lips as she glanced at Eren, though her eyes would ultimately fall on the army, staring at them with a gaze of mischief.

 

Zetta:  He found himself about to stomp in frustration now that his desired toy had been so cruelly stolen from his grasp. Although not literally, the thing he had supposed to be purchasing was likely going into the welcoming hands of another.. At least that was what he was thinking while looking at the trail the doctor left behind in his saunter away from the prince, on towards another customer. That bumbling idiot who crossed him without even so much as a praise.. Lucky that he was not totally eaten, a simple shove after getting in the way of royalty. It angered him that Wilhelm was even spending time talking to that one, compared to the graces of Beel’s presence here, specifically when it was to see the man himself.. At this point he was gritting his teeth, rapidly reaching the point of tossing the chair he had previously been seated at so comfortably. He did not care how it benefit him before and only wanted to wreck something now that he was feeling depraved. A feeling which had been short-lived when he was tended to moments after, thankfully too, as even though he had yet to really act out he was definitely getting ever closer to this point the longer he had spent without the Doctor’s attention. Once he knew he was the center of attention again, his teeth showed themselves upon a happy grin, but with the appearance of a monster’s opening of it’s own mouth.

His feet clamped against the ground with every single step taken due to his massive size and weight. Inhuman in physique, absolutely gigantic in posture, even with no clear idea in mind while he followed the doctor, Beelzebub still walked tall. Being told then that he needed to continue following after Dr. Willhelm if he wanted the up-close and personal showing of the arm. Naturally, like a calling to an animal and it running towards the attractive sounds, Beel nodded his head quickly. Only once though, he was still baring great anticipation for whatever else might be in store for him now. All other thoughts besides finding out what it would be like to hold the glove were ignored, in this manner he was completely obsessing over the item he had only just heard about. His eyes still carried light, the bright light of intrigue. “Take me to it then! I want to claim it for myself.” Out came the deep voice of the glutton prince, but with evident enthusiasm. Without another care for anything else, he, along with Astarte and Eren were then invited to accompany the group of freaky individuals down to another section of the Laboratory.. Having already sold his item to Gluttony, it was now only a matter of time until the prince himself would be able to claim it. And this very thought had made him almost giddy in waiting, they were brought onto an elevator-like transport. Somehow it managed to hold all four of them all, Beelzebub especially as he was heavy, likely heavier than the others combined into one. Despite his weight, he would continue consuming until he no longer felt the desire to…

So with the passing of time, all of them comfortably making it unto the metal platform, Beel felt one side of it all tilt to one side. He stumbled slightly, only because of the necessary shifting of his weight, to which normally he had no problem lifting but the suddenness of it all was what caught him off guard. Then again it shifted like a creak, then.. ‘Eeean.. CREEEAN’ the sound of grinding metal echoed rather loudly, the people within the thing fell helplessly. The prince specifically had already taken to a slightly panicked looking all around himself, clearly nervous. Coming as an oddity due to his title, and he was already accustomed to transport failing on him in the past, it was why he encouraged barbaric cannibals to dominantly exist in his army. They were much stronger than the nutrient-depraved weaklings of Envy. Those limp-bones would break apart trying to lift his mass. It came as no surprise when mechanics had appeared to fail, bringing them all down at what seemed to be the fastest possible rate. No matter how rickety and nerve-wrecking it had gotten though, for whatever reason the metal beneath them did not rust away and have a hole broken through it from their combined weight. It seemed completely stable, this shocker of an experience was likely the Doctor’s intention as he had seemed to be enjoying himself somewhat. This did not stop Beel’s own caution though, he may not have been chattering his teeth, but he knew this could turn out bad.. If it was real. Just as they might have come to an abrupt crash, the transport landed safely. The crazed man before him had confirmed this to be a normal experience for him, brushing off what might have been fear with a casual comment..

“That ride was setup, huh..” He said in disbelief. Only being able to take in that they had gotten down, his tone was directly due to being unsure of how they would be returning to the laboratory above. Yet once again, he was taken for another emotional uprising. The doctor created a distraction in his reference to the bodies before them all, identifying them all to be horrors of various kinds. Undead obviously, and not moving, but animated. His experiments with returning life after death was amazing, and so his actual results were even more of a promise. With his addiction to satisfaction though, he ignored this goodness entirely, his face becoming serious once more, the face that mostly everyone had known the glutton prince for had been returning. A cold stare from narrowed, focused oculars, his red eyes peering his demonic nature unbound. Ravenous hunger in them, the most honest desire to be pleased, thoroughly. He had been promised an arm, he would receive it from the doctor one way or the other. It could be regenerated if he consumed enough mass, that was what he thought upon laying eyes on the hundreds of corpses. “I wonder… How many bodies does it take to reform the center of my bony wrist!” He said aloud, at first in a sing-song voice, but as his sentence led on it would become apparent that he was not only coming upon a lack of patience but also a searing want to retrieve his hand. The Doctor was not in fear at all apparently, but he had already begun to move to appease Beel. Leading him to the arm that he was truly interested in, the spark in his eyes lit like a flame when he first laid eyes on it’s container. It was removed for Beel’s use, and the Doctor invited him to take it. Before going for it though he turned his head to Willhelm “Yes, of course..” He said now with a heavy, lustful tone. Dying to get his hands on this relic, after being teased with the picture he was actually still holding.

“You’re usually satisfied with demon parts and gold. Is that still the deal here?” He asked simultaneously as he had reached for it, taking it quickly to then attach the hand of doom to his own bone. Connecting the two, he tested it simply first, wiggling a few fingers one after another to test it’s versatility. Finding it to be almost a replica of his own large hand, but more befitting of an over-sized gauntlet on his had, just a few sizes bigger due to Beel’s normally large frame. He knew then that it was more of a fit for his demon form, where it would probably coordinate perfectly with him. Towards the voice of another, his entire frame of mind twisted to look in Her direction. An odd woman came upon the four, mysterious, she had approached them all but made note of the Doctor specifically. Saying a piece on the arm itself, then to the doctor, her every line spoken was intoxicated with sarcasm and a casual sense. Was this another being altogether, separate and independent of Hell’s Kitchen? She certainly spoke like it, as if she had no ties, and no special concern for anyone in the room save for Willhelm..
The vixen turned to Beelzebub, who had returned her look with the same one he’d given the doctor moments ago. Who the hell was this?.. She had moved about with a certain daring, that said she could confidently move around in-between the two men and say as well as do as she pleased with no consequence. He planned to knock her out of his concerns the same way he had done to the boy before, his ageless presence had no time for idle chatter with uncaring clowns. Whether male or female.. Before even lifting a finger to do so though, she addressed Beel, or rather both of them. “What being with a thief could give birth to such a creature, that it threatens my realm?” As if he had already won on all other fronts of Hell, to him it was only a matter of time, after all.

Though it could be considered, and if being that powerful existed then it could easily be used against him. This grasped his attention too, he would have to conduct a search for those two, and get them to work for him before their child came to be. Or at least be able to take it for himself. His thoughts changed when she had decided to approach him directly now, Speaking to him as if they had known each other for a time, the second time he had experienced this form of communication with someone else. It was making him uncomfortable, being one to take whatever he wanted, he was being faced now with someone who might have wanted him. The feeling of being overwhelmed with tension, which he had always done to others, the likes of which reminded him of his first times with Najetta. She had practically attacked him then, and here he was now all over again. Though now he was not the boy nervous to make contact with such a fragile-looking frame.. What! Did she want to play with Lord Gluttony himself?.. His arm hooked around her, as she had said that he ought to stay away from his foe’s flames, obviously an insinuation but none of which he was particularly concerned with. No matter what her mouth said, her body had come so close to a fire in itself, he knew nothing of her but that she was a very. Bold. Bitch. His eyes sized her up fast, his new massive right hand dangled at his side. “Surely, that army, andyou would be enough to guard me, even in the face of the flames of my enemies.” He spoke, when he said you his eyes widened, losing their former seriousness to adopt a gluttonous eye once more. Always the idealist.

 

 

Jon:  Eren had just finished yawning then realized that doctor was now taking Beel somewhere else, shaking his head he knew he’d have to follow at his point. Taking a step forward he took a glance over his shoulder to Astarte with killing intent. With his respect for her almost gone she could almost be considered an enemy depending on how Blitz would recieve her whenever she would finally find him. “I suggest you leave and don’t comeback.” As he was nearing his new leader and the doctors position he turned his attention to what was in front of him as his words held weight with her especially since she saw what he could do at fifty to seventy-five percent of his power, and him now being at full strength was probably something she couldn’t put onto words but Eren had slipped into a much darker place since the time of her and he last speaking to one another. “If you do decide to comeback. I’ll kill you, eat you, and absorb your very power into my own.” Without another word he had now disappeared with Beel and the doctor to retrieve something, and this something could only he the arm that the gluttonous prince had came here for. It was about time he was getting what we had came here for. For someone who was hungry for almost anything at any given time he sire could hold a conversation and be a consumer of time when he wanted to be, probably the worst trait so far in Eren’s eyes but then he was a prince so maybe this was a casual prince thing. Wasting time. Releasing another sigh he was now behind Beel and the doctor, hands in his pockets he felt eyes on him. Looking up it was a woman who seemed to glance at him and now she was having casual conversation with the doctor about an arm. He didn’t hear much of the conversation but had heard enough to realize that Doom was in the name which brought a sense of excitement out of him but quickly hit something. A wall? No. He had walked into Beel’s back due to his lacking in attention to his surrounding, he wanted to kick Beel for just passing like that in front of him but then quickly realized why he had paused. Stepping out from behind him and now at his side, the side that wasn’t occupied by the female. Glancing around and taking everything in all he could do was just release a heavy breath. He didn’t like the idea of the dead being toyed with in such a way, the idea seemed foul in his eyes but this man seemed to he excited over this. He seems so full of joy, not a single hint of remorse in him but more of bliss and pleasure. This man was a truly sick case but it’s a good thing they weren’t going to be here much longer since Beel had gotten his arm. He felt eyes on him again and it was the same woman from before he was talking to Beel, she seemed to have caught his interest with whatever she was saying and catching his interest wasn’t always the best thing. Eren knew the situation this girl had gotten herself into was a bad one especially since the Prince had place his arm around her, not paying enough attention to the two to truly notice how his arm was placed neither. Eren could assume that the girl was either interested in Gluttony or was just here to be here. He’d doubt she was here to visit him or talk to him so he paid no attention, his focus back on this mass freak show. “Monstrous..” it was the only word he could bring himself to say in this place as no other word could fit the bill of it, it seemed never ending and eternal. Tremendous and terrifying. As much as he didn’t like the idea though if Beel wanted this army then Eren would have to deal with being around or possibly commanding the undead army as a second will to Beel, bring his hand up to the back of his neck he began to massage it. This place was surely giving Eren some tension in his neck. “Lord Beel do we leave now, or is there some more business you have here?” He needed to ask this as he didn’t want to spend any more time than needed in this place. Wondering who else knew about this army, thinking what this army could mean to the gluttonous prince. Everything seemed to be falling into place like a domino effect for the Prince. Gaining to powerful creatures, an assassin, a new arm, and now if he wanted he could possibly be getting an army that could double if not trouble his power. Feeling like his idea to join the Prince was a good one he glanced back at the woman who was next to Beel, looking her up and down for a moment before his eyes look towards her. Saying nothing else his attention returned back to the massive room as he awaited to see what the doctor would say next or what Beel himself would do next, if they were done or if he wanted this army.

Moo:  “Okey doke, Doc. Leave it to me!” Narcissa had looked back toward Wilhelm while she was addressed, but now she turned with a grin toward the man in front of her. “This way, then!” The monster hummed to herself, basically ignoring the other guy with the fire powers. He was busy being confronted by another woman from the looks of things, and she would rather not get close to the fire user. She waved him over instead as he began walking. “Let’s gooo!” Narcissa skipped on ahead to meet with the Doctor and Beel, though keeping her distance for the sake of not upsetting the man who seemed to have a short temper. Traveling with the group was pretty entertaining in itself; the frankensteinian monster was ooh’ing and aw’ing at everything, eyes big and curious. It was cool that Wilhelm had kept this place a secret. Even she hadn’t known about this place before, despite knowing he kept cool artifacts somewhere. The sight of the Hand of Doom itself was awesome to experience for the girl. Narcissa stood closely to the Doctor as she admired it. Until a popping noise came about, anyhow. Then the scene that unfolded was all but something she understood. The girl would just stand there with a slight sway, humming to herself without any regards to how serious this might have actually been. “Hey, is she supposed to be here?” she questioned in a melodic tone. With half a giggle, she tilted her head to the side. “What should we do, Doctor?” Would he just let her stay? It seemed like she was disrespectful, in a weird way. Narcissa understood it though.

Whose at the Door? – Hell’s Kitchen : SS.

With the Dark One giving our Doctor a hard time in reminding him of his deal, there are new customers at the door.  One in particular is one of the Seven Princes of Hell.  Drama is coming and you have to wonder, will a new deal be struck?

Scene Setting :  Hell’s Kitchen – Seven Sins Series.

Co-written with Frid, Zetta,  & Artie

Frid;  

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While the powerful trickster reveled in the despair of and old genius a loud knock echoed throughout the house. It seemed the Dark one wasn’t the only one who wanted to have a chat with the good Doctor. With no immediate response subsequent knocks would soon follow, each growing louder and more aggressive. It wasn’t long before the knocks turned into what sounded like someone trying to beat down the damn door! Then with one final brutish slam to the large front door it came free from it’s old rusty hinges and flew across the lab. It flew threw the air for a few moments before making contact with the cold concrete floor. From there it would slide along the floor till finally it hit the wall and came to an abrupt halt. “Shit! The Doc is gonna have a cow when he sees this. I bet the old man will have me replace the damn thing too………. This is gonna be one of those days isn’t it?” said the annoyed stranger as he stepped past the threshold and into the Doctor’s home/laboratory. As per usual it seemed Delsin had forgotten his sense of strength and broken something…. again. Without a second thought the rather tall man simply strolled into the lab uninvited. A few steps later he came to a halt beside the large door. He then tilted his head to the side and stared at it for a moment. “Its a wonder why the doc hasn’t bothered to install some sort of security system in here. God forbid some lunatic with a fascination for rotting corpses were to come by and steal the good Doctor’s entire inventory of dismembered body parts.” With a sarcastic smirk Delsin chucked lightly to himself at his own sarcastic joke.

Razorbackwriter:  

Hell’s Kitchen – The laboratory.

Loc’s loud snores were growing even louder, but it was the fact he kept drawing in Igor’s night cap tassle that was going to cause a problem. One…two..three times the fuzzy ball went into the creation’s mouth, till suddenly ~SNAP!~ the pom pom flew into Loc’s throat, only to get caught in his air passage.

~GASP..CHOKE..WHEEZ…GAHHHHH!~

The creation sat bolt upright in bed, clutching at his throat while being visibly stricken. The veins on the skin of his neck stood out and his eyeballs looked set to pop out of their sockets. The noise was enough to wake Igor, whose hat dangle dangle was causing the grief.

“What what..what?” He cried, rubbing his eyes as he turned to see the distressed creation who was turning a funny shade of blue.

“BALL….STUCK!…CAN’T…. BREATHE!” Loc was gasping and shrieking in a distressed manner, flailing and causing the bed they were on to creak and groan loudly. Igor sprung up like a shot and then, without thinking shoved his arm down Loc’s throat, rummaging around for the lost night cap toggle. “Hold still, ya lump!” The hunchback cried as he fished about up to his shoulder, trying to clear Loc’s airway. It was a good old struggle, but Loc was clearly getting more and more upset. Till finally…“I GOT IT!” Igor ripped it out of Loc’s mouth and then recognized it for what it was. “Hey…that’s off my hat.”

Being so angry by the fact that it was the hunchback’s hat that caused him to practically choke, made Loc reach over and grab the hunchback around the neck. He gave him a good hard throttle, causing Igor’s eyes to roll back and forth.

“ARRRRRRGH!” he screamed till suddenly they both heard a noise coming from the door down at the entrance to the lab.

~BANG BANG BANG!~

“Loc stop!”

~BANG BANG BANG….CRASH THUD~

“Doesn’t anyone know how to ring a bloody bell anymore?” Loc shrugged at Igor’s words, and promptly let go of the smaller man. “He used..knockers?” Loc sat scratching the top of his head, as Igor jumped down off the bed and started for the door. By the sounds of things the door had been busted open. Did no one have manners anymore?

“Come on….the Doctor must be in the lab, we better go see who is at the door.” Opening the door to the Doctor’s bedroom, Igor took off down the passage, and then slid around the stairs banisters till flying off to do a tumble landing at the foyer floor.

“Hold ya horses….I’m coming…I’m coming.” Igor sung out, limping towards the entrance. Only there he was confronted by a man that he had not seen before. Tall…dark, nice suit. But seeing as the door had been broken on his entry, it was obvious that this guy was not here by appointment.

“You break it, we charge you for it.” The plucky Hunchback growled as he wiggled a small finger at the man before him. Course, he meant the door.

The thundering sound of heavy plodding footsteps coming meant that Loc was bringing up the rear. Neither had seen the Doctor or his other guest of yet, but it seemed they wanted to make sure that whoever created the disturbance was greeted by the welcome wagon. The dark imposing shadow of Loc could be seen crossing the diminutive hunchback assistant to the Doctor.

“So…you have an appointment?” Igor looked the man up and down with a look of contempt. There was something not quite right about this.

Loc simply thundered back and went to try and fix the door. Which was kind of awkward since it had been busted off it’s hinges. The odd sounds of scraping and thumping, met with the odd groan and swear word from Loc. They were going to need a carpenter, no doubt – to fix it properly.

~RB~

 

Frid:  Delsin just sat in the entryway patiently waiting with his hands tucked into his jacket pockets. Before long he began to hear footsteps coming from upstairs. Expecting to see a furious Doctor ready to tear out the mans beating heart Delsin prepared for the worst. Much to his surprise however he was instead greeted by a much smaller man with wild hair and a rather large hump on one side of his back. As expected Delsin was expected to pay for repairs on the door as well as watch the small man wag a finger at him. “Yeah…… I’m sorry about the door. I swear I’ll pay for a carpenter to come fix it.” Delsin would then reach his right hand to scratch the back of his head lightly. “Though to be honest this kind of thing wouldn’t happen if you guys had better door hinges in the first place, but I digress.” he said with a slight smirk.

Just then the room filled with the sound of thundering footsteps heading in their direction. By the sound of the immensely heavy steps this visitor was far larger than the man from before. Right on cue a lumbering Loc hurried past them both the retrieve the discarded front door. With a raised brow Delsin began observing the creature as struggled to fix the broken door. Without missing a beat the dark haired man responded immediately. “Uhh no….. However I’m told the good Doctor is the one to come too if you’ve got a few corpses you’d like to get rid of. By the way what exactly is that………. what’s the word I’m looking for here?” He asked not wanting the offend the creature across the room in some way. Last thing he needed was get into a fight and destroy the entire lab.

 

Zetta:  Heavy thuds from one nearly 500 pounds approached the other side of the door, accompanied by at least four pairs of feet, with the heaviest of course standing out the most. The Prince of Gluttony turned to Victoria, the woman should have been leading all this time, but even when she would pause at the outside of the large building the prince would continue on until they were side-by-side. He was still high, but the effects had begun to ware off from their walking, unfortunately he did not have his assistant as a ride this time. However he preferred to walk on his own two feet when he was making personal appointments. He did not make one here, but was setting one for himself. Certainly, the Doctor would not turn away a customer. The man himself rarely came here, and whenever he did he took to sampling the body of at least one being unlucky enough to end up here. One of the corpses mostly.. In his turning to the blonde assassin he placed a hand in his pockets. “We’re here to find a replacement for the hand I lost..” His mind was slightly boggled then, a sudden loss of his thought process had him at a loss for words. Only temporary though. “In the war.. Is there anything you can tell me about this place?” He asked her, she was probably almost as worldly as Najetta herself.

Right then he lifted up his remaining hand, a fly whizzing it’s way from the air to his finger. “These little guys are my pets.. If they see anything happen to me, or maybe you” He emphasized, obviously predicting that she may have thought of escaping his threats. “Then one of them will make it to my men.. You already know what happens then, right?” Insinuating that actual reconnaissance was not even necessary, she could imagine herself that bugs could be anywhere at anytime without one’s knowledge of it. “You’d be surprised at how even a little insect can accomplish so much..” His finger twitched, releasing the thing from his explanation, as a show of communication. He telepathically ordered it to fly into the door. “Kill yourself..” He said verbally, upon the end of his sentence it flew straight to the entrance. Coincidentally just as the door itself would fall back, though this appeared to be only because of the broken hinges. Still, his eyebrow rose in surprise. “Seems like someone else is already here..” He said, uncaring as he stepped onto the door, now only a board to be walked over. Knowing of those few behind him, he continued moving forward, immediately catching the two individuals who were talking to each other. He ignored the other nearby man and tilted his head up, where if any looked his way, would catch his chin pointing at the two. “Hello Igor.” Beel greeting the one who had many failed attempts of stopping the prince from feasting on corpses.
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For now, the demigod followed after the demon prince. Along with him, Eren, and ahead of them, the woman Victoria. She was apparently following Beelzebub unwillingly, that was comical, since the two friends were opposite. Blitz had wondered what they were doing here until the glutton prince explained, continuing onto have his own personal thing with Victoria. His mind allowed a distraction, dating itself back to Astarte, they were flying together and then she.. He recalled her speaking of Anarchy Division, a desire to slow down their pace of fighting. There they differed, he had no interest in purposefully slowing down, his original goal being to find the strongest being here, and defeating them. Her decision was fine, so long as they never fought on opposite sides, or then he would be forced to become a traitor… Even so, at the moment he no idea where she was, he could not even sense her power anymore. It was impossible to follow for some reason, for now he would just continue onward. Recalling the time in the mansion when she had sauntered off on her own, finding her then was impossible too. Instead he turned to Eren, now that the prince had taken his first step into the building’s entrance. “I haven’t been to this place yet.. You?” He asked, every where he went in Hell was different, various experiences he’d already had..

Blitz followed in after Victoria, unless she hadn’t went in after Beelzebub, to which he would’ve been the second to continue onward. Once inside he instantly caught whiff dead bodies, the scent was despicable. The worst part about this plane was the disgusting features of various demons, and their tastes, and the casual approach towards even the most heinous scenes. All the likes of which he had never before seen in his own dimension.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

Hell’s Kitchen – The Laboratory

~Who really is the Monster?~

On the second floor of the laboratory, the Doctor was still having it out with the Dark One. He had heard some sounds that were coming from below and knew that Igor and Loc would be attending to it. Though normally the Doctor was much more punctual and attended to his guests and customers straight away, these words with the Dark one had to be said. The gleam in Shamus’s eye was unmistakable, as he let the Doctor grip his jacket lapels – as though wishing for the Doctor to reveal the hidden dark side of his personality. A virtual Jekyll and Hyde. What all had seen of the Doctor, was what he wanted to see, not the pained and murderous creature that lurked just below the surface. For while he was this genius, this creator, he was also deeply deeply troubled and it was this that the Dark One wanted so badly to bring out. The wicked grin grew, showing off stained yellow teeth with that foul breath as Shamus chuckled darkly.

“You never were good at reading the fine print, Wilhelm.” A mistake for sure, when he signed the deal thinking he would get his love back to him. It was all a rouse. A test to see if the Doctor could really pull it off. It is amazing just how far one would go for love. “That contract was binding and NOTHING is ever going to break it.” There was a growl in the Dark One’s voice as the Doctor pushed him back, releasing him as he released an anguished cry. His head bowing, shoulders sagging. How much he hated this creature for what he had done.

Stumbling back, the Dark one was quick to regain his composure, even pulling on his jacket and straightening it. He then cocked his head and placed a curved hand to his ear.

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“Ah…you have some very important guests. Ehehehehe. No doubt they are in need of your special talents.” Shamus flicked his hands like some bizarre game show host. “What are you waiting for, dearie? Time is money…tick tock, run along.”

The Doctor hated leaving the Dark one in the corridor like this, but the rising sounds of voices was now growing, and knowing that it was just Loc and Igor down there, he knew that he would need to make his presence known. But before he went, the Doctor pointed at Narcissa’s door. “Stay out of her room.” The Doctor then spun on his heel, grabbing a coat off the nearest hook and headed down the passage towards the stairs, leaving the Dark one to his devices. The Dark One wobbled his head and brought up his hand like a sock puppet. Stay out of her room….Ehehehe…Like hell.” With a spin, he vanished from the spot….but he had not left the laboratory…Oh no, he wasn’t finished with his visit.

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Down in the foyer, Loc was shuffling around with the large entrance door, whilst Igor was doing the meet and greet with the first of the guests, well the one that broke the door in.

“Yeah…… I’m sorry about the door. I swear I’ll pay for a carpenter to come fix it.”

“Hmmph, that’s what they all say. Igor replied with a roll of the eyes, course the next thing that Delsin said had the igor practically choke on his own spit. “Though to be honest this kind of thing wouldn’t happen if you guys had better door hinges in the first place, but I digress.” Igor really thought this guy was a wise ass. Practically smirking as he spoke. The hunchback face palmed and heard Loc struggling with the door, when there was the sound of great footfalls coming towards the entrance. And not just one person, but a small group. Loc was dithering on whether to put the door on the hinges, or…just stand and hold it. Igor excused himself from Delsin and marched over to the towering creation. “Just lean it against the wall for now. Pfft.”

Delsin was inquiring also as to what Loc was. The hunchback motioned with his hand for the creation to come back to the foyer, which Loc did after finding a place to lean the heavy door.

“Loc…is his name. The latest from the factory floor. Fresh off the field of Wrath. A real keeper.” Igor was singing Loc’s praises, even though he didn’t really explain what he truly was.

“I made him.”

 

It was the Doctor. He had just came down the stairs, and was tugging on his jacket sleeves before noticing the door had been knocked clean off its hinges. “We have a bell, you know.” The Doctor added, before extending his hand towards Delsin. “Doctor Schwartz, at your service.” The Doctor had managed to calm himself down before making it to the bottom of the stairs. There was no visible sign of distress, like he showed upstairs with the Dark One, who was still lurking about within the building.

Loc made a low growling sound as dark shadows were now entering the doorway and then the foyer. It made for all present to look up from where they were presently, and Igor heard the greeting first.

“Hello Igor.”

“My Lord Beelzebub..” Igor bowed low as he knew that he was in the presence of one of the Princes of Hell. The Hunchback got up quickly and tugged upon the Doctor’s sleeve. “Master…The Prince of Gluttony is here.”

When the Doctor had finished shaking Delsin’s hand he turned to see the Prince and his entourage for himself. Ever the Gentleman, the Doctor approached the Prince and his guests both of which were unfamiliar to him but welcome.

“Ah….Welcome, My Lord. It is indeed an honor to have you within our establishment once again.” The Doctor snapped his heels together sharply, and bowed in respect. “After a few corpses, My Lord?” It was the obvious question, before the Doctor happened to notice that the Prince of Gluttony was missing an arm. “Recent amputation? If you need my assistance, I am of course at your service.”

The Doctor was well known for the amazing talents he had with genetics, body reconstruction, and the greatest of all, bringing back the dead.

“Shall we all go into the main office, gentlemen?”

~RB~

 

Artie:  Victoria walked with stiff and curt movements, frustration and anger boiling underneath her surface. She held a feeling of disgust, however. Not for him, but for herself, in disgust with how easily she’d been backed into a corner by the great buffoon that she walked ahead of.. Said animal.. or demon, man, whatever in god’s name one might wish to call it.. suddenly turned to her. It spoke in a voice that was clearly lingering and slow – was this his normal intelligence level? Victoria was willing to bet it.. Yet, he’d outsmarted her. The sign of her fury was the slight lock of her jaw, but otherwise she would keep an impassive and cold exterior.. Her aura rolled off in waves of distaste, making those around her feel the need to shrink back if they were not as tough as she. “Expurimants here. Corpses altured (altered). B-oh-dee (body) parts and chameestry (chemistry).” Her words were thick with her accent, and her anger only accented this foreign spin..

An insect can do so much..‘ “You would know, you are a beetle on my paper.” Victoria spat back at his threats, using a phrase he may be unused to.. but the gist of it was still comprehensible. The blonde had no liking for him, and saw him as no more than an insect himself that was a speck of dust in her eye. As if the assassin could muster even half of a fuck to care for the fact this man was a demon – a Prince at that, of Hell.. No, she couldn’t. Even attempting to do so made her scoff and roll her eyes. “Hulloh Igor. Ductor.” Victoria crossed her arms over her chest, walking to the side and leaning against the wall. She’d given the two a small nod of her head in greeting – sure, Victoria had been here before. She’d needed help once or twice when her regenerative abilities were taking too long – in fact, when the Doctor had been snapping her collar bone back into place, Victoria had reflexively punched poor Igor on the side of cheek with enough force to knock him backwards into the wall and create a crack in it.. She was beautiful, but severe in her actions.

Victoria didn’t pay attention to Blitz nor Eren – in her mind so far, neither were worth her time to approach. If anyone would willingly follow someone as stupid and bumbling as Beel was, they weren’t any better in her book until they could prove otherwise. A person was defined by their leader – as far as Victoria was concerned. Leaders had a flock of sheep exactly like them, and if one being differed, then that person had become a leader his/herself.. Her strong jaw and intense eyes gazed around the room, taking in the surroundings.. Victoria looked like a bodyguard, dominant in her presence like she would easily knock someone off their feet.. But that was just what her military background had her do, her posture damn near perfect.. She would yawn, if yawning was not a sign of being tired and not being alert.

 

 

My Monster Girl – Hell’s Kitchen : SS.

With the party to end all parties winding down, it is time for the crew of Hell’s kitchen to go off to bed.  But on a stormy night, not everyone is having sweet dreams.

Scene setting: Hell’s Kitchen.

Co-written with Temp and Moo.

 

Temp:  Roxanne was appreciative of Loc’s helpful and loving nature towards her, and didn’t seem to mind at all that he was becoming rather handsy with her. Caring about such a thing didn’t really compute with her for whatever reason. Perhaps that had something to do with her revival? Whatever the reason was she really didn’t seem to care. “Good job Igor! You even survived the nuke!” She shouted and gave him a bit of a booby wiggle, though he’d probably just ignore it. It was then that the Doctor proclaimed that he would be going to sleep. “Nighty night Doc!” She shouted out to him and wiggled about until she flopped over and into a seat, where she’d likely pass out if left undisturbed. There was a lot of booze missing from her collection due to this night, but she had enjoyed it and would remember it as such. Enjoyable.

 

Moo:  Narcissa gave the hunchback a good pat for his hard work as the nurse commended him. “Mhm! Great work!” the monstrosity agreed. She decided to copy Roxanne’s actions, wiggling her boobies as well. It felt kinda funny, making her giggle a bit. Though her dress didn’t exactly show a lot of cleavage. Oh well! The cringing Igor was left alone at long last as the Doctor made his exit, bidding them a good night. “Sleep tight, Doctor! Don’t let the bed bugs bite.” Narcissa giggled to herself before humming and dancing herself away into another room in order to get rid of her dress. It was nice and all, but she really needed a breather. So being back in her favorite lab coat, she went to lay herself down.“Phew, what a day~” The monster was rather energized still, so it was troublesome to keep still. She would turn over constantly and twitch her muscles, fidgeting here and there. It was normal though, as Narcissa didn’t need sleep.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Igor was still a little green looking after surviving the blast from Loc’s backside. He kept sticking out his tongue as though trying to rid the taste off it. Yes, Loc was more than just a force of brute strength. One would be wise not to be up wind of him after a night of curry and garlic pizza, that was for sure. Loc, was in another world entirely. Still drooling over the wondrous booby movements coming from the glorious Roxanne. Oh, how he loved that little nursey. But with the Doctor having retired for the evening, and the party now winding down, it was time for the crew to go find their cots and sleep. It was Igor that was left with the task of putting Loc to bed. Roxanne looked like she had had one drink too many, and after flopping onto the nearest couch, she was looking like she was heavily sedated…not just relaxed.

Tugging on Loc’s sleeve, Igor motioned with a jerk of his head, that they should head out of the party room and find Loc a cot.

“Come on, Loc. Let’s get you ready for bed.”

“Sleep?”

“Yes, sleep. Not the long kind that you never wake up from. The usual…..five..six hours.” At least that is what Igor normally had. Narcissa had already left the room after giving the hunchback a good whack for his efforts in winning the game of Twister. Though if you asked him, he won be default. Passing out on all the dots, really didn’t constitute a win in his books, but it was the first time he’d won anything, so….he wasn’t about to complain.

Taking one of the torches off the wall, igor bowed before the nearly sleeping Roxanne, before ambling out of the party room, leading Loc behind him. They had a room that was for the male servants, though the cots there might be a bit small. Might have to push a few together.

It was as Loc was being led down the hall that the first signs of an oncoming storm were both seen and heard. A great rumble, followed by a flash of light that illuminated the clouds. It was loud enough to give Loc a scare. Who knew that the creation was scared of thunder and lightning.

“Baaaaadddd.” Loc cried as he tried to shield his eyes.

Igor stopped and looked back in surprise. “You should have seen battles that were worse than that, Loc.” Was this creation really scared of a little bit of thunder.

~RUMBLE RUMBLE….BOOM!~

“Gaaaaaaaah!”

Yes…yes he was.

The Doctor was sitting up in his bed, night cap on his head and glasses on his nose as he was reading a romance novel, when the door to his room suddenly burst open. There was Loc….wearing a night shirt and quivering like a leaf. In behind him was a very flustered Igor, who was holding a candle.

“Master….Loc wet the bed.”

It wasn’t really wet…it was saturated. The pong had driven them out of their room.

Wilhelm reached up to take off his glasses and set down his book. This was most unusual. Another crack of lightning appeared at the window followed by a large and powerful boom.

“Loc…scared!!!!”

Igor took a side ways step, just in case the creation let off another one of his fatal farts.

“Master, I already changed his night shirt once. Know anything that can calm him down.”

This was a real pickle. The Doctor strummed his chin for a moment, then he patted the mattress.

“When I’m scared, I usually think of my favorite things.”

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Loc ran …..or should I say, galloped over to the bed and jumped on it with such force, that the whole room shook. It was a miracle that the bed didn’t break. The Doctor looked up at the trembling giant of a creation and patted his arm.

“If you sing about your favorite things…..you won’t hear the storm anymore.”

Igor thought the Doctor had lost his marbles.

-glancing at the readers- “When the hell did this role play turn into a musical?” He shook his head, before following Loc’s lead and set down his candle on the bedside table to the other side of the Doctor, before taking up a comfy space on the bed.

The Doctor coughed and then started to warm up his voice…“Me me me me me…doe..rae me far..so…la…te…DOE.”

~Blood drops on roses….and fleas on little kittens. Warm bags of vomit, and leaches that wiggle. Zombies without heads and losing their limbs….these are a few of my favorite things……~

~RB~

 

Razorbackwriter:  A night unlike any other. Where the strange rendition of “My favorite things” was a sing song between Loc, the Doctor and a very sleepy Igor. All ended up in the same bed, and the last one to finally fall asleep was the Doctor himself. Staring out the window at what was now a peaceful night in Hell. The storm had passed and only the light pitter patter of falling water droplets could be heard on the window ledge. The Doctor glanced at both his sleeping companions. Did he ever think for a moment that they would all end up in his bed? Course not. it was just how the night ended and the creation was soothed into a peaceful slumber.

The morning started with the sound of the Doctor’s alarm clock buzzing. Five am. The usual time that the Doctor liked to be up and out of bed. With a heavy workload ahead of him, he carefully eased back the covers and crept out of bed, so as not to wake Igor and Loc, who were now curled up together. The cotton ball on the end of Igor’s night cap floating in and out of Loc’s gaping maw every time the creation snored. It was almost too priceless an image not to want to take a snap shot. Black mail material….ha. The Doctor made his way to the bathroom, and he started off with a good hot shower, before shaving and preparing himself for the day ahead.

No doubt Roxanne and Narcissa would still be sleeping – Roxanne most likely in a drunken state, and would need to sleep off the night’s booze. Stepping out of the shower, he wrapped a fluffy towel around his waist and went to rub his hand over the condensation coated mirror, when he was shocked to see the face of a man standing in behind him.

“Must have been some party…Eh ehehehehehe.”

The Doctor shrieked when he suddenly recognized the voice and the face of the man behind him.

“YOU!”

“Yes…it’s me. Miss me, Doctor? I don’t see your sweet lovey in your bed. You never did tell me what you did with her. After all, I did just as you asked.” Oh yes, the Dark one had made good his end of the deal, however he forgot to mention that with all magic, it comes at a price. One that the Doctor never counted on. The Dark one popped his head into the Doctor’s bed chambers and let out a squeal like laugh.

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“You’ve gone gay! And a threesome? Tsk tsk.”

It was hardly the truth at all. The Doctor was quick to put on his trousers and march out of the bathroom, shushing the demon who was pointing at Loc and giggling.

“You disgust me, now out in the hall, I don’t want to wake them.” The Doctor opened the door and the dark creature made a swirling gesture with his hand, and cocked his head to and fro, before skipping out the door. Pulling a shirt off its hanger, the Doctor followed the demon out into the hall.

The Dark one turned on his heel the moment that the door was closed. “You still haven’t told me what you did with her. Come on….where is she?”

The Doctor’s head slowly turned towards what was the door to Narcissa’s room. His facial expression a dead giveaway. The demon pointed a gnarled finger towards the door and crept, ever quietly towards the door and then with his hand placed upon it, he gently eased it open and poked his head inside. Sure enough on the bed within, lay the Frankenstein like monster girl, whose body parts were taken from the love of the Doctor’s former life.

Whispering with a wicked grin.

“She’s not as I remember, but that is her.” He glanced over his shoulder and his eyes gleamed. “You butchered her. Who is the devil now?”

The Doctor was quick to get across the hall and shut the door to Narcissa’s room hopefully not waking her from her slumber. Turning to face the demon, who was clearly enjoying the Doctor’s distress he gasped as he saw the look of insanity coming back to the Doctor’s face.

“Yes…YES….Let it out, Doctor!”

The Doctor reached out and gripped the demon’s coat lapel with shaking hands and practically lifted him up off the ground, ready to launch him across the room. The very veins on his neck were standing out – purple and red. Eyes like fire as his chin trembled. “YOU BROUGHT BACK A MONSTER!”

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The Dark one stared at the Doctor in triumph. “No, you created one. EHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!”

 

~RB~

“Oh What a Night.” – Hell’s Kitchen : SS.

 

The crew of Hell’s Kitchen are now enjoying the game of Twister and of course the mountains of Pizza…but with every party, there is always a down side.  Read on and see.

Scene setting – The Party Room, Hell’s Kitchen.

Co-written with Temp and Moo.

 

Temp:  Roxanne was still feeling rather tipsy so her balance was a bit off, but she was able to maintain her footing. The music was of course fantastic and of good taste, and it definitely added to the situation. She couldn’t help but giggle at the others taking part in the game, and probably wouldn’t even care if they touched her in an ‘odd’ spot. This little game was rather fun, and it definitely helped to expose her lovely features. Loc was of course getting a kick out of that, and who knows he might just develop a taste for her lovely booty as well. Good thing she didn’t mind being the center of ones affection. In fact, she quite liked it. Too bad Loc was pretty much a simple minded monster, otherwise she might have had a chance at romance. Oh well! No big deal, right?

 

Moo:  With the particular song choice, Narcissa found herself moving to the beat all on her own. She even went as far as to sing out the lyrics, much like Loc was doing. Only…maybe a little more in tune. With the Doctor pointing to her and informing her just what color to move to, the monster giggled and made her way to the mat with all its pretty colors. “Right foot.. yellow!” she cried out happily, clapping her hands as her right foot moved to the intended spot. Thankfully it was clear by a few inches of Loc’s dribbling drool. And here came the chorus again. She and Loc cried it out together.“HOOOOOKED… ON A FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELINGGGGG!” Laughter followed as Narcissa continued moving her arms and torso in a small dance, hopefully without knocking anyone over.

 

Razorbackwriter:  It was laughter singing and a whole lot of booty wiggling. Yes, the crew sure knew how to party, and while the dial spun and the Doctor shouted out coloured dots and which hand or foot to put them on, the crew were starting to get tangled up in a rather large knot like pretzel. Loc slammed his right foot down on blue, and to do this he had to swing his leg up and over Igor. What this did was put Igor’s face right into the danger zone. He had his face right up to Loc’s enormous backside. He grimaced and whimpered, since he knew that Loc had had a whole lot of garlic prawn pizza. Loc…well, he was managing to twist his head around so he could still manage to see Roxanne’s bosoms – which were hanging precariously just shy of being fully exposed. One more booty wiggle should do the trick.

Doctor Wilhelm was the dial spinner and so he kept out of the game, but continued to sing out where the dial landed.

“Left hand red, Narcissa!”

“Right foot blue, Roxanne…”

“What’s that smell, Doctor?” Igor said from beneath the towering ass of Loc.

 

~PFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTT!~

Yep, the big guy let one go that could choke a donkey in under ten seconds.

~RB~

 

Temp:  “Riiiiiiight foooooooot bluuuuuuuuueeeeee!!!” Roxanne shouted in response to the Doctor’s words, and was quick to obey the rules of the game. Everything was going just great, until of course a nuclear bomb escaped Loc’s ass. As soon as she heard the PFFFT she bounced up and into the air until she slammed into the roof, which she actually went directly through up to a certain point. Her lower half was left dangling as her upper half was occupying what seemed to be a ventilation shaft. Her quick reaction had saved her from the nuke. “SSSSSSSSSAAAAFE!!!!!!!” She shouted and wiggled her legs about franticly, not at all caring about the fact that everyone below need only look up to enjoy the view.

 

Moo:  “Left hand red!!” Narcissa eagerly cried out as she slapped her hand down on the mat. She was just a bundle of joy; chipper and giggling rather frequently with the occasional hiccuping. It wasn’t until Loc’s fart from hell that the party broke up–quite literally, at that. Poor Igor! Narcissa stopped her already unnecessary breathing while her eyes widened to the size of saucers, being quiet for the first time tonight for a mere thirty seconds before SOMEHOW Roxanne launched herself into the ceiling. Then she died–in a metaphorical sense–falling over with laughter. She rolled on the ground while her giggles erupted, only becoming silenced with a rather rough hiccup, followed by Roxanne’sSSSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAAAFE!!!!!!! This was the best party Narcissa had ever attended!

Razorbackwriter:  When a chemical attack happens in the laboratory, such as the kind that erupted from Loc’s backside; the Doctor was ever ready to deal with such occurrences. Out of nowhere he managed to find a gas mask and promptly put it on his head, saving him from having to inhale the noxious and foul smelling odors that were coming from the creation’s rear. Igor, had gone cross eyed and promptly fainted in behind Narcissa, who was now rolling around on the ground laughing and giggling like there was no tomorrow.

Taking out a clip board, the Doctor ticked off a sheet of paper, that was Loc’s evaluation form.

“Effective in chemical warfare….and twister. Check!”

With the flair of a showman, he made a huge red tick on the paper, before looking up at the dangling legs of one stuck Nursey. All he could hear coming from her was the shouting of the word – “SSSSSSSSSAAAAAAAAAAFE!!!!!!!”

“Indeed.” The doctor’s voice was somehow muffled from within the gas mask. He tapped Loc on the back and pointed straight up to the twitching feet of Roxanne.

“Loc…you might want to help her down. I do believe she’s stuck between floors.”

Loc, had no idea that the bodacious nurse was capable of jumping that high, or for surviving crashing through the roof. He reached for one of her feet and gave it a good and powerful tug.

“Loc….help”

He would too. By pulling on Roxanne’s leg, not only would he be able to bring her down, but also large parts of the ceiling.

The Doctor finally whipped off his gas mask and turned on the extractor fans for the room, to help clear the air. Wilhelm took a deep breath and then let out a happy sigh. “Well, I dare say that Igor is the winner.”

Looking down, Igor managed to have his hands and feet on all the right dots. Mind you, he was out cold.

~RB~

 

Temp:  Roxanne’s lower half was wiggling around rather sporadically as she hid her top half from the nuke that was let off below. She didn’t really care that she’d sprung through the ceiling since she’d pretty much saved her own life. When she was eventually pulled down from the ceiling, she brought multiple chunks of it with her. The debris and her pretty much toppled down onto Loc, but it was doubtful that it’d have any effect on on the big guy. “Man that was clooooooooose!” It was a nearly deadly incident, but she had avoided it with her super jumping maneuver.

 

 

Moo:  About the time that the ceiling came free with Roxanne was when Narcissa had sobered up enough to stand. Shaking away the dust and bits of material from her body and head, Narcissa sneezed at the dust particles. “Very close!” she agreed brightly with the nurse. Leaning down, the monster picked Igor up by his arm; the poor hunchback was knocked cold from that smelly Loc-Bomb. Hearing he was the winner of Twister, Narcissa let out a loud and exaggerated aaawwww! She was really looking forward to winning that! Pouting while she looked at the unconscious fellow she held up, Narcissa moved to set him down in nearby chair. “Igor’s so good at games.” Patting some dust from the hunchback’s head, she turned back to smile brightly at the rest of the group. At least none of the pizza was ruined, save the top box or two that had been open. More food for the Frankesteinian!

 

Razorbackwriter:  With parts of the ceiling flaking down in chunks, it took some fancy dancing and footwork to avoid being hit. The Doctor was incredibly light on his feet and soft shoe shuffled out of harms way, as Roxanne was prized from the ceiling by her besotted Loc. The great lumbering giant handled Roxanne delicately and placed her down on the ground safely, but not before giving her backside a cheeky pat. Oh the creation was getting game, but who could blame him? She was gorgeous in her ball gown and concrete dust. Narcissa was of course on the ball, and saved Igor from further damage. Being knocked out from the fumes that emitted from Loc’s rear, it would take a bit to wake him and that was a job best left for the girly Frankenstein girl.

“Igor’s so good at games.”

“The man has a lucky hump! Aha.” The Doctor added, as he swept a few last bits of ceiling debris off his shoulders. Igor woke and spluttered as he had been quite out of it. “Anyone get the number of that bus?” he honestly thought he had been knocked over by one.

“No, Igor. But you did win Twister!” That was a consolation in a way. Not that the Doctor had any special prizes for this. The Doctor went over to the massive piles of pizza and handed Igor one of the top boxes. “Have another pizza, Igor.” He gave the hunchback’s back a pat, and then smiled to the rest of his crew.

“And so, my wonderful crew…I think I might turn in. It has been a night to remember. Girls, be sure to put the left over pizza in the fridge. Nothing like cold pizza for breakfast….what what!” The Doctor then winked at Loc. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t.” Maybe he thought Roxanne and the giant creation would have their own party. Who knows? Wilhelm bowed politely before his team of wonderful misfits, and then headed out the party room to head for his chambers.

As he walked, he hummed a song to himself.

“Sweet surrender, oh what a night..”

~RB~

 

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~

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?