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Machines beep in the background, with the occasional page for staff going off on the intercom. Towards the back of the building, past patient rooms and other machinery lies an office. Anatomy charts serve as wallpaper, competing with shelves for space. The shelves themselves are filled with strange jars and medical appliances. The office has no windows, but a few doors lead off from behind the desk, which has a computer, coffee maker and various other things. A tall, pale man in a lab coat can be seen coming and going. If anyone needed medical assistance, he would be the person to ask.

For those who seek the Nightmare Doctor, his { writer }, or Voyager, come on in for a chat or anything...It should be reasonably safe here...

The door to the room slowly creaked open, a shadow stretching from the light of the hallway, reaching to the desk. It bounced and shortened in sized as whoever the intruder was crept up, face obscured by the darkness of the windowless room. Small hands reached up to the edge of the desk, and a large, floppy hat could be barely visible, as the witchling pulled herself up to view, feet dangling above the floor.

"Hiya Mr. Doctor, sir!" she said cheerfully.

Sciurus paused on a sketch of lungs he'd been doing and arched a brow at the shirtless man. "I am a surgeon. Even if I'm not currently needed, I still have things to do around the hospital while on duty. Do you require any assistance?" He felt any suggestion on the man's attire and hospital diseases would probably fall on deaf ears.




The surgeon stared at woman climbing up his desk and promptly moved a new jar of fetuses out of the way. "Hello? I could get you a chair if you like. And I am doctor Sciurus, no need for 'sir'. How may I help you?"

He turned towards the door and tried to give Mr Orrin a smile that wasn't creepy. "It is," Sciurus agreed, "And since I am on duty for now, no harm will come to you or yours... Although some chairs might need to be liberated from the closet"

Still not trusting the man, Orrin stayed near of the door. It felt reassuring to have the escape route near of hand, even though he probably would not be fast enough to escape if he needed to.

"I-i-it's okay... I j-just... I'll just sit here...", the green man said, and dropped down on the floor. As he sat there, looking around, he came to realise that the office of the scary doctor wasn't nearly as frightening as one would've thought. Though there were some rather... disturbing objects, it was far from the fright of he had imagined.

He looked up at the doctor in slight horror. "R-r-restraints...!?", Orrin stuttered nervously, curling up a bit further. "I-I-I'm f-fine right... r-right here..."

He sighed. Certain people would be afraid of the doctor whether he gave them reason or not, there was just no helping it. "Fair enough, carry on good sir."

{ Are you from Europe, by chance? You don't spell some words the way Americans do, it's almost kinda funny sweatdrop }



{W: /Chokes on soda/ Oh dear... Are we gonna have to tell him what happened to Lucy? S: She got what she deserved in my opinion, and I got a new pancreas out of it.}

Sciurus' pink eyes glowed dangerously at the word 'pleasurable'. A cold smile devoid of compassion crossed his face. "Sadly something 'pleasurable' to me would not be the same for you. My only pleasure would be having you strapped to my table and being knee deep in your organs. Maybe even a few screams in pain, if you still had the lungs for it..." He twirled the scalpel menacingly, already picturing it.

As he sat there, the dead man soon came to realise what was actually the creepiest thing about that place. "Doctor... W-where are... y-y-your p-p-patients...?", he asked, slightly worried of what response he'd get.

(You're absolutely right there. Being taught English in school, the British variation kept being forced at us, whether we liked it or not. Of course, I do like it...)