>smacks Ass And Runs

Crispy man~

WIRE YOU SCREAMING DANNY? 

You're here too? Cool! Wanna listen to 100 gecs with me? I bet your taste in music is electric!

HAHAHA, I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE SUSIE.... SUSIE..! BUT YES, I TOO WAS ALSO CURSED TO THIS WRETCHED HELL SIGHT. BUT...100 GECS.... 100 Gecs....hmm.. OH YES, I’VE HEARD OF THEM! MY PATIENTS  ALWAYS REACT NEGITVLY TO IT, AND IT’S MUSIC TO MY EARS, IT’S QUITE SHOCKING REALLY!

"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

@dbdaskghostface​

What is the point of electricity when you could use a gun

YOU DON’T GET TO HEAR THEM SCREAM FOR AN EXTENDED PERIOD OF TIME, THAT’S WHY! 

I know this is out of nowhere, but I just wanted to draw a few things as a thanks! I’ve had so much fun with our roleplays, I love how much personality you put into your characters! I love what you do with them, take what you have and expand on it. All of you, galaxy brains, big brains. And I’m glad you take time out of your day to actually interact with my blog, it really does make me happy. Again thank you so much, here is some art!

-MUN

@adielasks

@ask-susie-susie

@crotus-prenn-specter

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It wasn’t long until The Doctor rounded the corner, storming into his office. He carried what looks to be some old rag stained with different colors. Presumably being used to clean up the spray paint. He let out a sigh, tossing the rag onto a shelf. As he stood there his posture was stiff, his arms behind his back fidgeting with his own hands. After what felt like minutes of him just standing there he turned to his desk... where he paused.

Where are his notes.

Shaking his head he went to the other side of his desk, pulling opening a few drawers, this has to be some kind of lapse in his memory... right? They were right there weren’t they!? The Doctor slammed the drawers shut, starting to get a bit more frantic in his search. He started looking through the shelves... nothing. Maybe under the desk?... also nothings. The more frantic he got, the more electricity bounce off him, the more he started to panic.

He can’t lose these! If he loses the notes he loses his progress, he’ll have to start back at square one! He.. he can’t go through that again... he doesn’t remember where he even started his search for the exit. WHERE ARE HIS NOTES!?

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.