For The 21st Week In A Row, The Yemeni Masses Gathered In All Governorates For Their Million-man March

Watching Talbot pace around him, The Doctor let out a heavy sigh. Looking down at the ground, he listened to what the alchemist was saying.... he couldn’t help but laugh, “[Sure, you have a point, that serum did enhance our abilities by substantial amount. But it also made us feral, I’m not sure if I’m even conscious during my times in the blight form.]” suddenly his head snapped back up into position, “[Not going to be painful... NOT GOING YO BE PAINFUL!?]” Herman’s voice echoed throughout Talbot’s mind. “[don’t make me laugh! Feeling your bones shift and change in unnatural ways, feeling your organs bloat causing them to push against each other. HOW IS THAT NOT FUCKING PAINFUL!?]”

Sparks flew off of Herman like crazy, his free hand twitched as he continued to listen..... come to think of it, what would another assault on the Fog look like. This alchemist is already done enough damage… What more could he do? Before he could get lost in thought he shook his head, “[Correct, the Entity is the one that turned us into monsters..... but.... I must ask, didn’t you do this to yourself?]”

The alchemist approached the doctor Slowly he tried to speak but he couldn't, he looked at his book trying to find a free page to write something on, he sighed finding no page he tried to speak with it To tell him sorry for what he did when he was a human @scottish-pog-man

The Doctor noticing the alchemist approach him was immediately on edge, an almost annoyed growl escaping from his mouth. “[Mr. Grimes, what a surprise..... I thought I told you to never return to my territory.]” His stance was tense as the doctor kept an eye on him, watching his every move... watching his flip through the notebook. He put a hand on his weapon readying to attack if necessary.

@scottish-pog-man

I ADVICE YOU LOOK BEHIND YOU! 

BONER

I’m going to kill you.... and then kill you again. 

That sounds a lil…. no, I shan’t…………

I don’t like men anymore. Divorce is rough

AND???I THOUGHT IT WAS COMMON KNOWLEDGE.

Well actually a big crispy man told me you’re the biggest whore around here. 💕 no names but it’s Crispman Carter ✨

Doctor, we need to talk.

@zip-zap-stop-and-ask-me

The notes were...... scattered to say the least. Idea were sprawled out in different chunks of text, each one seeming more rushed than the last. Flipping through the pages of seemingly boring notes, some with a few Polaroid photos attached to them of these strange places. A few of the Entity’s claw... and a strange crack that seemed to be in the sky. The pages detailed seemingly random things about these polaroids, but one thing remained the same throughout all the pages... a word sprinkled throughout each one of them... escape.

God knows how long Susie was flipping through these notes, when the Television started to make a low buzzing noise. Before suddenly switching itself on, a cacophony of noise blasting from it, it rapidly switched channels. But that soon stopped as it just landed on static.

Legion did a good job this time. Spray paint of random phrases spread across walls, gurneys broken and pushed over, and a multitude of other things had been torn into and wrecked. Of course, they had all made a quick getaway and had left quite awhile ago, give or take 30 minutes. But for some reason, one of them had returned. Susie roamed the halls of Léry's, hands behind her back. She looked around innocently, not seeming to want to wreck anything else.. she just wanted a closer look at things.

Walking by herself she soon realized how quiet Léry’s actually was. Each noises seemed to be intensified; her footstep, each mouse squeak, each creek of the window.. hell even the wind seem to reverberate through the halls. Going through these halls the mess they’ve left was still there, almost untouched aside from a few gurneys being back in place. It was dark.. cold and damp, water dripping from the ceiling from pipes that had brusted long ago. Some Windows had been boarded up.. the paint on the walls seeming to be chipping off. Not to mention almost every surface seemed to be untouched for a long... long time... a layer of dust covering almost everything.

Going even further down the seemingly never ending hallways, the mess they made seemed to be getting cleaner. The hallways seemed to be put back together, even some of the spray paint being washed off. Turning a corner, she felt something pass over her mind... like she just passed through something. But something quickly got her attention.... light..... not natural moonlight from outside... actual light. This part of Léry’s stuck out like a sore thumb.

Herman let out a small sigh, nodding, “[ Unfortunate that you haven’t noticed anything, but next time you’re dragged into one of those trials, keep an eye on it. I don’t know if bloodlust affect you as much as it does me,]” he laughed at himself, “[You seem to be able to keep a level head when it comes to survivors! But if it’s not all murder going on up their next trial... just try and keep a slight eye on it.]”

Herman stood up, stretching himself out a bit, some electricity bouncing of the exposed wires. He walked over to the shelf closet to the back of the office, putting some of the vanilla folders back. “[But whoever there hell is slacking with their killing is going to have another thing coming. I don’t know if they somehow forgot that I don’t know... we could be tossed into the void if we don’t give that.... thing what it wants.]” He shivered at the thought of the void. The though of being alone, your body decaying but your conscious never leaving.... being alone with your thoughts for all eternity... oh it scared him.

He tapped the shelf a few times, before spinning on his heels to face Sally, “[What I find interesting a lot of people don’t, Mrs. Simthson. Being a man who studied Neuroscience I love to see how the brain ticks! I love watching how it reacts to different situations. Wether it be stressful, anxiety enducing, devastating, or hell even stimulating! What I really love to do is... expand the limits of it, see what the mind can achieve if it’s pulled, or even stretched in one direction, then suddenly pulled the other. It’s very interesting stuff Mrs. Simthsion!]” he put his hands behind his back, his smile widening a bit, “[And Rin...... Rin is a very interesting example of it...... it’s only a matter of time until she’s pulled too far.]”

"It's been a while since I've seen you around Herman, how have you been? I'm guessing you've been keeping yourself entertained with your 'experiments'?" Sally approached the doctor in his own realm, having needed a change of scenery from her own.

@crotus-prenn-specter

Herman looked up from the stack of papers on his desk, almost surprised to see Sally. He adjusted his shattered reading glasses his smile almost widening, his words echoing in her head, “[Why... isn’t this a surprise! Sally Smithson...  Nice to see you again.]”  Herman put the papers to the side, straightening his posture, “[I’ve been..... Decent. Just a lot happening here. If you didn’t notice, my territory has once again been vandalized by the edgy group of Teenagers. What do they call themselves again? Legion?]” he shrugged, chuckling to himself. “[But that’s beside the point. My experiments have been going very well! All sorts of new discoveries! How about you been Mrs. Simithson?]” @crotus-prenn-specter

i headcanon that the reason charlotte just stands there while victor is running around is because she misses him and shes too sad to do anything :)

MARCH 2ND TOTAL SHUTDOWN FOR GAZA

March second is a day dedicated to a TOTAL SHUTDOWN for Gaza to reject the invasion of Rafah and to put an end to the Palestinian genocide. Prepare yourself for this date. Find a protest near you. Call your reps and yell at them. Be aggressive. You can find protest near you with the site shutitdown4palestine.org . SPREAD THE WORD. A total shut down means TOTAL shut down, don’t post anything unrelated to Palestine, call in sick to work or school (if you can), go to a protest. Buy groceries and necessities beforehand and DONT SHOP ANYWHERE ON MARCH 2ND.

DO NOT UNDERESTIMATE THE POWER OF THE PEOPLE.

do yo get some kind of kick out of pretending to be an act like someoneyoubsay you hate

((not sure if this is targeted at MUN, but I’m going to answer personally, sorry!

The Doctor or Herman Carter is an awful human being, he’s done awful things much I won’t get into because TW stuff (I.E. torture and gore).

But I like his character, I like his design because it’s fun to draw. I like to make him this goofy funny insane man, because that what my brain sees him as.

I don’t know how to put it into words so I might edit this later, but to basically him sum him up, I like him, but I want him to suffer horribly.))

"To me? You are the doctor. A crazy murderer doing his job in the entitys realm. But I do not trust you when it comes to being a medic or anything of that kind"

- @caughton-tape

((don't know ya well yet, so there ya go uwu))

Well isn’t that a true statement, I wouldn’t trust myself with being a medic either, since I’m not a doctor. “The Doctor,” is more of a stage name that my co-workers and patients gave me that carried over into the Fog. But it sure does sound better than “the Neuroscientist,” that’s just a mouthful.

Also... I don’t think the word crazy suits me... I would say I’m more curious. But it’s interesting to see how you view me.

@caughton-tape