* MONITOR & ABUSE.

ind. & sel. HERMAN CARTER from the DBD franchise. // monitored by madison.

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sorry for my hiatus, ive been relocating out of an abusive household. i should be back soon!

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@cafeonthecorner ! / START

"INCREDIBLE!" The Doctor crows, arms sweeping before him in a show of his delight. Electricity courses through his veins; hot, unbridled, and eager to singe the flesh of the woman before him-- And it would have, too, if he hadn't reigned it in for the time being. As estranged as he was, Carter would think himself a gentleman, and gentlemen were not rude.

"AT LAST, WE MEET AGAIN! I WAS BEGINNING TO THINK YOU WERE AVOIDING ME, BUT OH, HOW I WAITED FOR THIS MOMENT TO COME," he sings, punctuated by manic guffaws and snickers that he was so akin to provide. In his fingers he held The Punishment tightly, smacking the blunt edge of it over his palm a few times to distribute his excitement in an alternative method, lest he light the whole corridor up in whips of raw energy. "THE ONE WITH THE DELICATE HEART."

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doctor: what a glorious day it is to be conversing so frivolously, carefree, exuberantly with you! oh how i cherish these moments where we share our thoughts, ideas, and moods through the power of our voices-

literally anyone he is addressing, ever:

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▸ Focused Competitor

People like to tell you what you’re gonna be It’s not my problem if you don’t see what I see And I do not give a damn if you don’t believe

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* if someone wants to make stinky plots w me regarding this large giggling fool then please hmu, i suck at interacting with ppl ):

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She was calm, she was quiet... He liked that. Surrounded by tortured souls, the Doctor found solace in the silent ones, favored them even-- Though certainly it had its downsides; one being that nothing was there to muffle screams that plagued his own mind. He was a mad man, he had issues that he could not absolve.

Subtle movement caught his eye and he was slow to follow, noticing that she had been watching him before her gaze was drawn elsewhere. Though he couldn't place a finger on what had made her so enraptured with his form in the first place-- He didn't blame her, because like most of their kind, he was hideous. Gangly. Enough to make a mortician squick, maybe, and the thought pulled a deranged giggle from his throat.

"NOT MUCH FOR CONVERSATION, MM?" He speaks, though it was more a thought than a direct question.

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« you left me no choice. »

Carter shivers, muscles tensing involuntarily underneathpockmarked skin. He’s apprehensive as he watches his fellow killer draw closer;just what was Evan’s point? What washe implying– Where did he come offso boldly?

Where he was once numb to it before, the Doctor felt thesudden need to step back once the other reached an arm’s length of distance;because it was too close, it was too uncomfortable.That cleaver certainly did nothing to reassure him that Evan wasn’t about tocarve out his guts like a seasoned butcher– and oh, but was he seasoned with that diabolical weapon.

“COME NOW, DON’T DO SOMETHING YOU’LL ONLY REGRETLATER,” Carter wheezes, taking his gaze off of the blade’s jagged edgesjust long enough to flicker questioning eyes at the one wielding it. Up untilnow, he’d never been in confrontation with the Trapper– in fact, they’d neverreally strayed past the boundary of briefacquaintances up until this moment in time. It was… Peculiar.

“I CAN SEE YOU ARE DISTRESSED. A FICKLE COALESCENCE OFEMOTIONS, UNDOUBTEDLY… WOULD YOU LIKE TO TALK ABOUT IT?” There was emphasison the word talk, as his starereturned to the bulk of metal in Evan’s grip.

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* hoppin online and seein all these NEW PEEPS followin doc

* THANK YOU im so glad yall like him *awkward ass bow*

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« please… please, forgive me. »

Carter hums, regarding one of the Entity’s newest additionswith an open, searing stare. She’s rather quite small, so much so that he nearly cranes his neck to get a good lookat her; to get a good look at the mask adorningher face, and the jagged knife held in her grip.

The apologies rattle around in the Doctor’s head for amoment, odd as they were, and he was mystified as to why she would beapologizing in the first place– to himof all people. If anything, he shouldbe the one apologizing… Though he knew, no amount of years spent on his kneesrepenting for the atrocities he’d committed would coax his soul into salvation.He was damned long before she was.

“I SUPPOSE THE GOLDEN RULE IS TO HUMOR YOU, ANDQUESTION YOUR MEANING,” he muses, almost to himself, and leans down toreach a better level for conversation. “A PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS?”

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« will you stop struggling?! you’re just making things worse! » / frm herman maybe? ;0 i was trying to find one to send from meg but none of them really fit for meg to say

Herman grunts; readjusts the fiery survivor strapped to hisshoulder. He’s not careful with how he handles her either, pinning her legs tohis collarbone in a vice grip that’s sure to bruise (could they bruise? couldtheir bones stay broken long after trial?) and staggering back every time she writheslike an ornery worm. It was annoying,if not absolutely infuriating.

“WILL YOU STOP STRUGGLING?” He gripes, nearlylosing his balance when she flares up again. “YOU’RE ONLY MAKING THINGSWORSE!” For him, of course.  It wasdubious when it came her own personal benefit- Though he knew that even killerswere susceptible to exhaustion, and he could feel the tension winding in hisbicep quickly.

“SURVIVORS!” He exclaims, a giggle trailing notfar behind. “SLIPPERY LITTLE SNAKES, AREN’T YOU? WHAT WILL YOU DO ONCE YOUWIGGLE FREE, HM? WHERE WILL YOU HIDE?” Another cackle, fizzing withelectric, ‘I will find you’ lingering on his tongue. He opens his stride formore distance coverage, eager to spear her on the nearest sacrificial hook hecould reach and be done with it.

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@ghostsheet - cont !

"INSUFFERABLE."

Carter pauses, watches The Shape sink into himself to hide his wounds like frightened animal. It takes him a moment to truly recognize it as pain; unbridled, and furious-- Certainly, it had to be, if it were to bring a man like Myers to his knees. Oddly, the thought was an uncomfortable one to dwindle on.

"BE STILL," he chides, stepping forwards and folding at the waist once more. Reaching out with static palms, he folds long, mottled fingers over his fellow killer's own, curling them, peeling them away so that he could resume his work. "THE MORE YOU STRUGGLE, THE MORE TIME IT WILL TAKE FOR YOUR PAIN TO GO AWAY." Though he'd be lying if he said he cared whether or not someone else were in such agony, it was not befitting on Myers. It was distressing, if he had to label the feeling.

Spindly digits wrapped themselves in alcohol-soaked linen and made their way back to the wet cavern that once resembled an eye, dabbing at the open wound with a less-than-professional touch.

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« you know you deserve this. » killer!jake maybe ?owo?

Dumbfoundedthe Doctor could only giggle, wide eyes focused on the man before him. A tremorof electricity wracks his frame and he shudders, hands clamping downexceptionally tight around his mace.

“IDESERVE MANY THINGS, I’M SURE,” Herman supplies merrily, nodding his headin agreement, “THOUGH I’M AFRAID I DON’T FOLLOW YOU! CARE TO ELABORATE ONTHAT?”

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Her sudden jostle once she heard the name addressed did not pass the Doctor's acknowledgement; and it was then that his eyes-- spread impossibly wide-- only widened that much further.

"HEAVENS, FORGIVE ME," he laughs, the sounds caught on jagged sparks of energy, "I SUPPOSE THAT WOULD BE THE SWAMP DWELLER, WOULDN'T IT?" Teeth would part, a garish tongue flicking out to trace a canine while he mused. More tics convulsed his hulking form, and he risked pulling his gaze from the wilted individual before him long enough to steal a glance at the ground below; lost in (feigned?) thought. "MM. YES, IT'S QUITE EASY TO FORGET SUCH TRIVIAL THINGS LIKE NAMES, CONSIDERING YOU'VE NEVER TOLD ME FROM THE START."

He pauses, eyes snapping up to clash with the Nurse's frayed pillowcase. He reads impatience, and presses forward. "AH, BUT THAT’S OKAY, IT'S COMING TO ME NOW. SALLY-- THAT'S RIGHT," Herman nods, "REALLY, YOU MUST EXCUSE ME, I'M NOT ALL THERE AT THE MOMENT, BUT," and then his tone lowers, "AS IT SEEMS, I NEED ENTRY INTO THIS LOVELY FACILITY, SO THAT I MAY RETRIEVE SOME DOCUMENTS I'VE FOOLISHLY THROWN ASTRAY. IT IS VERY IMPORTANT!" God only knows whether or not they were still materialized in the asylum itself, but he was willing to check.

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killer starters

20 starters | TW: murder, death, torture

« oh dear, that’s embarassing. that was supposed to kill you. »

« don’t waste your breath. i want to hear you beg for mercy. »

« you know you deserve this. »

« why, you ask? oh, there’s no reason. it’s simply fun. »

« ah, that scream! music to my ears… »

« stand up and fight. i don’t want this to be boring. »

« don’t worry, i’ll make it quick. »

« it’s a little too late for asking sorry, buddy! »

« the best part? there’s no way they even suspect me! »

« nobody will miss you, anyway. »

« now, don’t panic. we don’t want to make a scene, do we? »

« you’re still trying to defend yourself? i don’t know if you’re brave or simply pathetic. »

« do i slit your throat? rip out your guts? my, there are so many choices! »

« it’s you or [him/her/them/Name]. don’t you understand?! »

« you left me no choice. »

« i won’t kill you. not yet. i want you to beg for death. »

« will you stop struggling?! you’re just making things worse! »

« still breathing, are we? good. it would’ve been a shame seeing you die so quickly. »

« please… please, forgive me. »

« once i’m done with you, no one will even be able to recognize your corpse. »

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Giggles (mirthful? anxious?) errupted from the crazed physician in childish cants, long calloused fingers spasming around the hilt of his mace in tandem with his electric currents. Eyes splayed wide would regard his fellow killer with exuberant interest, flickering from her face, to her cleaver, to the decrepit remains of the haunted house behind her; jerky and erratic.

"LISA," he speaks, the name rolling from his mouth comically with how taut his lips were strung. His tone is an amused one-- it was often they'd catch each other like this, sharing the same interests, and all; though his enthusiasm warred against her undying resentment without falter each and every time. If he could have smiled, he would have.

"WHAT A PLEASURE. WE'VE GOT TO STOP MEETING UNDER THESE CIRCUMSTANCES!"

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“𝙼𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙳𝚛. 𝙲𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸’𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐! 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚑𝚞𝚛𝚝𝚜.”

Herman “The Doctor” Carter from the DBD franchise.

Monitored by Madison.