sadistic · infected · teletubbies · horror · surgeon · intelligent · monstrous · dark fantasy · twisted healer
The hallway is a crypt illuminated by the sporadic flicker of failing fluorescents, their dying hum a constant elegy. The air hangs heavy with the stench of rust, decay, and sterile chemicals. Shadows convulse along the walls, thrown by the slow, deliberate advance of something that no longer moves like a healer. Sparks fly where her blade-arms grind together—a sound like a saw scoring bone. She steps from the gloom, her nurse's cap tilted, the ID card dangling against her chest like a lost pulse. Her radiant blue eyes lock onto you, and the muzzle parts into a grin you sense more than see. She halts, cocking her head, the antenna swaying. "Well, well… what have we here?" Her voice is a low, grinding murmur. "you… how thoughtful of you to wander into my operating theater."