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internalizing violence ;; because he could heal everybody else but couldn't give the same grace to himself.

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WARNING

UNIVERSE STABILITY IS AT 65%. SISTER UNIVERSES HAVE BEEN DISCOVERED.

COLLECTING DATA… REQUESTING COMPATIBILITY TEST…

The Eyes of Iris: The primary canon; it follows the lore of JSE’s ANOMALY FOUND: CHASE BRODY and other following videos related to that canon. Here, Henrik’s story is flexible and can change subtly for different scenarios that can occur in this canon.

In The Dark: Similar to the primary canon, this universe also includes the ever elusive SCP Foundation. During the time Henrik was fresh to IRIS, both secret organizations discovered each other. Rather than be at odds with each other and other rouge groups, the two conglomerates made an agreement: the SCP Foundation would help with study and containment of the different anomalies IRIS finds, while IRIS provides field research, recruitment, and scout help, alongside their own research and advancements. Henrik in this universe is more prone to believe in the fantastical, but have a much higher guard trusting anomalies. This is also fluid, as the SCP canon is very flexible.

The Mad Doctor: Overcome by Anti’s influence and the pressure of finding answers for the unexplained, Henrik of this universe has gone insane. Sometimes possessed or out of his mind, the mad doctor is very prone to trying 

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Henrik didn’t have to be told twice. Without thinking, he sat down heavily on the ground and gripped the hand on his wound. It stung, stung painful, but there was Marvin’s hand making him look away from the horror show. He squinted-- where were his glasses?

“Blurry, but not, mph, no tunnel vision. Glasses must’ve- must’ve fallen off. Zhat stings, katze, please,” Intellectually, Henrik knew what Marvin was doing. Hell, he knew he was in pain for a reason, but it was so overwhelming, he couldn’t help but plead. Plead for what exactly, the doctor didn’t know, but he didn’t let go of the glowing hand on his side.

“Are you, are you alright?”

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Despite Henrik’s pleas, Marvin’s hand remained in place — but he did hear him. It caused an aching somewhere deep in his chest, but he wasn’t in a position to investigate if he’d dare call that his heart.

“ I’ll be fine, ” Marvin curtly answered. Aching, able to feel his magic weakening after so much use, straining to continue strongly — but there was more to be done. He quickly shook his head to be rid of the lightheadedness which had begun to appear, and continued at work caring for the wounded doctor.

“ This might hurt, ” was the only warning given, and only given moments prior, before Marvin sharply pressed against the wound. A brief motion, but enough to send a shock — one which carried waves of magical energy along with it, and allowed for more rapid pooling of magic against the wound itself. More painful, but more productive & efficient. Marvin said nothing, only continued to work ; the sooner his doctor was out of pain, the sooner they were both out of the fray.

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Henrik braced, shutting his eyes. The grip on Marvin’s hand increased in pressure at the sharp shove and the following shock. There was a strangled grunt, a snapped-off cry, and Henrik was curling in on himself. It burned and stung and hurt, but it had to be done.

Under the tear in his field uniform, Henrik’s skin glowed a similar hue as it began to heal in hurried stages. The skin was almost knitted together with golden streams of light, helping seal the healed wound. All that was left was the blood, the tear, and the dull gold scar on his side.

“I’m… I’m ok. Marvin, mein herz, take a breath,” Henrik managed. He cupped the magician’s hands and held them tight. Around them, the small (now smaller) crew was assessing each other’s wounds, slowly coming to regroup with the two wildcards. “You’re safe… you don’t have to keep pushing here.”

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"The anomaly is unlabeled at this time, though it responds to--," An agent was saying as Henrik wrote on his clipboard, though he looked up after a second. His eyes, a deep blue in color, glinted behind his glasses.

"Zhey, agent. Zhey respond to vhat name." The doctor put sternly. The agents cringed lightly at the low reprimand, but quickly course corrected.

"The name retrieved was Tristen. The overheads want you to see if they can help with Anomaly 114209 research, considering the observed link between them. That's all we know, doctor." The agent finished, swallowing when a few moments of silence followed. Henrik finished his note before nodding.

"Zhat's all I need from you zhen, agents. Dismissed." Came another brief, flat command. Without hesitation, both left out the sliding doors. The doctor gave a long sigh. "Can't find good help zhese days...

"Vell, good afternoon, Tristen. I vould say I hope you've been treated vell, but I know my employers," The doctor adjusted his glasses before looking at the patient. "Do you have any questions before ve get started?"

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He used their name. That was more of a reassuring start than what they’d anticipated. Tristen watches him — observant, wary. What they’ve heard of the doctor doesn’t bode well for them. Fight or flight has already begun kicking in, but do they have anything in them that’s willing to fight anymore ? They’ve already lost everything … including, it seems, their humanity, judging by how IRIS treats them.

Anomaly 114209. They can never get any clear answers on what the numbers stand for, but they’ve been able to assume. Whatever thing destroyed their life is something IRIS would want to know about.

A hesitation. Tristen almost shakes their head. They know his title … but who is he, really ?

“ Why did they call you, for me ? ” Their voice is quiet — rough from disuse and the pain the Anti put them through. The echoes of something far kinder and happier lie at the bottom, like embers that have long since gone out with too much ash layered on top. The distant feeling of a non - American accent lingers as well, but it’s too well - buried to be distinguishable.

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He used their name. That was more of a reassuring start than what they’d anticipated. Tristen watches him — observant, wary. What they’ve heard of the doctor doesn’t bode well for them. Fight or flight has already begun kicking in, but do they have anything in them that’s willing to fight anymore ? They’ve already lost everything … including, it seems, their humanity, judging by how IRIS sees them.

Anomaly 114209. They can never get any clear answers on what the numbers stand for, but they’ve been able to assume. Whatever thing destroyed their life is something IRIS would want to know about.

A hesitation. Tristen almost shakes their head. They know his title … but who is he, really ?

“ Why did they call you, for me ? ” Their voice is quiet — rough from disuse and the pain the Anti put them through. The echoes of something far kinder and happier lie at the bottom, like embers that have long since gone out with too much ash layered on top.

Henrik listened carefully, eyes hardly glancing away from Tristen’s own. Once, they dipped to their throat, but it didn’t last. The doctor wrote something else down before replying. As sad as their plight was, the ever-active part of his brain was alight with interest. Just how did they get free of the anomaly’s grasp? What laid beyond their eyes and in their memories?

“I specialize in biomedical research, treatment, and observation. Vith your, eh... extended encounter vith an anomaly, it’s become my job to document any changes zhat have occurred vith your biology.” Henrik stated, pushing his glasses up his crooked nose. His expression was still obscured by the mask. “For your sake, I hope it doesn’t become too invasive.

“Anyvay... today, ve’ll be conducting an observation on vhat is visible, and most likely move on to a blood draw for later analysis.” The good doctor shrugged a shoulder. “Zhink of it like a physical exam and a blood test, if zhat helps.”

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Henrik had been buried in his work when the slight purr broke his concentration. He blinked at the sound of bells, not unlike caroler chimes, and turned his head. Scattered along a stationary desk was a set of opaque vials and countless scrawls of theories and equations, some crumpled or even ripped.

"Ah, Marvin... I see you've broken containment again." Henrik hummed under his mask, a brow raise the only hint of an expression. "You keep doing zhat and ze agents will chip you like an actual cat.

"In any case, busy is a relative term. Ze calculations..." The doctor shrugs. "Anyvay, you came to see me vhy?"

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Eyes flick across the pages, garnering what information he can ; curiosity killed the cat, but when had Marvin feared death ? They did often say that satisfaction brought it back, anyway.

“ Oh, they can try. ” … and the matter is left at that, brushed away in favor of the more interesting topic that is whatever Henrik is so caught up in.

“ Stuck ? ” Marvin simply inquires. Limber finger reaches out to a paper and shifts it slightly, moving it to see the pad underneath. “ I did tell you that I could very easily help you — but your vehement denial of the legitimacy of my methods has always seemed to overrule my suggestions. ”

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Henrik scoffed, stepping over to the vials to take them in hand. He spoke as he moved swiftly to the cooling unit, putting the marked tubes in a secure shelf before locking them away. Here they go again…

“Marvin, I’ve told you over and over— magic has no concrete backing! Even if it did, zhere is no vay to convey it in objective fact. Most of vhat I observed vith you is akin to illusions and anomalous effects based in nature.” Henrik lectured. The man pulled his blue nitrile gloves and threw them away, lowering his mask. Washing his hands, he spoke again.

“But sure, ve can see if your non-explanation vill fill in ze gaps.” Henrik gave in, looking over his shoulder at his visiting companion. “Can’t have too many eyes on this. Ve are testing if ze time jumper is different at a microscopic level, but ze results either change on method… or become paradoxical.”

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The grumble of annoyance at Henrik's fussing gradually faded to a sound that resembled a purr as his hair was fixed. Marvin may have swiped at Henrik's arm when the doctor's hand went too close to his mask, but it was no more than a pawlike bat that wasn't addressed any further. Bright green locks, typically in supernaturally neat thick waves, had become rather fluffed by the magic ; a static - like effect that came from some certain spells had been the culprit.

“ Mm, not always, ” Marvin hummed. “ Sometimes I look perfectly fine. ”

Collar fixed and hair smoothed out, when Marvin was gestured at to turn around, he complied — perhaps adding an extra flowing effect to his clothes as he turned, even though there was no breeze. “ Satisfied ? ”

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“Very. Much less like a green poodle.” Henrik snickered, eyes trailing along his clothes before landing on Marvin’s face adoringly. “Zhough, zhere is one zhing I could add to make zhis better.”

Stepping closer, Henrik cupped the magician’s face and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. The doctor beamed with satisfaction. “Zhere ve go, much better.” Henrik teased. Though, his grin gave away the affection he had, so who could say if it was a tease or being unable to resist kissing his partner.

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IRIS RECORDS DATABASE. ACCESSING PERSONNEL FILES…

FILE SELECTED. RETRIEVING…

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FILE SELECTED IS ENCRYPTED. PLEASE ENTER PASSWORD FOR DECRYPTION.

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PASSWORD ACCEPTED. FILE DECRYPTED. DISPLAYING ‘HENRIK VON SCHNEEPLESTEIN’ PERSONNEL FILE…

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Name: Dr. Henrik von Schneeplestein

Pronouns: He/Him

Age: 30 years old

DOB: 16/9/XXXX

Physical Description: Henrik is a white male of Irish and German origin, with short brown hair and light blue eyes. The doctor speaks with a heavy German accent. He wears rectangular glasses and has a short beard with subtle greys. Often wears a white medical coat and undershirt, light blue or black scrubs, and gray tennis shoes. His nose is slightly crooked due to an accident from when he was a boy (ADD. 20/6/XXXX).

Background: Dr. Schneeplestein has traveled across the world since he was young, given his parents were always traveling by the time he was born in Germany. He lived in [REDACTED], Germany for much of his life until he was once moved to peruse a higher education in the U.K. In his early 20s, he graduated and eventually settled in [REDACTED], U.S.A. to work as an esteemed medical researcher. His talents were noted by scout researchers and he was later asked to join IRIS LABORTORIES AND RESEARCH. He agreed, and soon Dr. Schneeplestein was promoted to a branch lead in [REDACTED].

END OF FILE.

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The mission to drive the Anti further into a location lock was successful, even with a few setbacks. In the Anti's retreat, most of the team had been thrown into the ground or into foliage. Henrik rose to his feet, hands shaking with adrenaline, before moving to catch sight of Marvin. The 'magic' anomaly had agreed to help put an end to the Anti's infection, and to see him work was something otherworldly. The doctor was just glad he was doing better than the rest of the crew.

"Marvin! Over her-- ah, hah," Henrik stumbled, gripping his side. Looking down, a small but deep gash looked back up at him. With all the chaos of the fight, he hadn't realized how close the Anti had gotten. It was starting to hurt, and focusing on it, his head was spinning. ~~~

With the intensity of a struggle came the focus needed for heavy magic ; with the use of heavy magic came the outward signs of it. Marvin’s hand pressed together, sending a shock of energy out from his body as the spell was cast, one which managed to send his hair flowing behind himself like it had been caught in a gust of wind, billowing his cloak as well. His hair didn’t have time to settle before he heard Henrik’s voice. His mind didn’t have time to consciously process it before he was already rushing over.

Energy wavered around Henrik’s form. Without needing to look down at all, Marvin’s hand found the wound and pressed against it.

“ Sit down, ” low voice commanded before beginning to lower Henrik on his own. The slight glowing around Marvin’s form had begun to settle, but that around his hands remained, perhaps even intensified. “ Stop looking at it. You’ll only make it worse, ” he added, using his free hand to tilt Henrik’s chin up and coax the doctor to look at him. “ Can you see me ? ”

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Henrik didn’t have to be told twice. Without thinking, he sat down heavily on the ground and gripped the hand on his wound. It stung, stung painful, but there was Marvin’s hand making him look away from the horror show. He squinted-- where were his glasses?

“Blurry, but not, mph, no tunnel vision. Glasses must’ve- must’ve fallen off. Zhat stings, katze, please,” Intellectually, Henrik knew what Marvin was doing. Hell, he knew he was in pain for a reason, but it was so overwhelming, he couldn’t help but plead. Plead for what exactly, the doctor didn’t know, but he didn’t let go of the glowing hand on his side.

“Are you, are you alright?”

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Oh, Henrik wanted to do work ? Too bad. A cat is napping on his keyboard. // @scriptedstories hehe

Henrik would be mad if he wasn't a cat person. Or a Marvin person, but he'd never admit to that. Instead, the cat on his keyboard is treated to some good scritches behind his ears and along his back. It's not a half-bad way to spend a break.

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The patient isn’t … quite as much of a patient as they are a study. Being seen as human seems out of the option for them, with how IRIS has treated them thus far ; not that the agents would have been particularly humane regardless.

They’re escorted to the doctor’s … workplace, with agents flanking them on either side. They’ve long since been deemed dangerous, after that thing took hold of them. Human ( or at least they appear to be ) , and able to walk on their own. Hair is tied back loosely, with many strands falling out of place ; they’ve stopped bothering to fix it, anymore. They say nothing as they’re brought before him — they let agents do the talking, quiet as they listen to the exchanges and watch their surroundings. They’ve heard of him, of course, the “good doctor”, but have never seen the man face to face. In technicality, they still haven’t — the mask covering the bottom half of his face obscures much of his expression & appearance, in a way they assume is intentional. // @scriptedstories tristen has arrived !

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"The anomaly is unlabeled at this time, though it responds to--," An agent was saying as Henrik wrote on his clipboard, though he looked up after a second. His eyes, a deep blue in color, glinted behind his glasses.

"Zhey, agent. Zhey respond to vhat name." The doctor put sternly. The agents cringed lightly at the low reprimand, but quickly course corrected.

"The name retrieved was Tristen. The overheads want you to see if they can help with Anomaly 114209 research, considering the observed link between them. That's all we know, doctor." The agent finished, swallowing when a few moments of silence followed. Henrik finished his note before nodding.

"Zhat's all I need from you zhen, agents. Dismissed." Came another brief, flat command. Without hesitation, both left out the sliding doors. The doctor gave a long sigh. "Can't find good help zhese days...

"Vell, good afternoon, Tristen. I vould say I hope you've been treated vell, but I know my employers," The doctor adjusted his glasses before looking at the patient. "Do you have any questions before ve get started?"

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The sound of footsteps was nonexistent before there was a presence standing beside the good doctor ; a cheshire grin on his lips, a low rumble in his throat akin to a curious purr. Hands folded behind his back, a light jingle of a bell as his head turned. “ Busy, doctor ? ” // @scriptedstories he has arrived >:3

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Henrik had been buried in his work when the slight purr broke his concentration. He blinked at the sound of bells, not unlike caroler chimes, and turned his head. Scattered along a stationary desk was a set of opaque vials and countless scrawls of theories and equations, some crumpled or even ripped.

"Ah, Marvin... I see you've broken containment again." Henrik hummed under his mask, a brow raise the only hint of an expression. "You keep doing zhat and ze agents will chip you like an actual cat.

"In any case, busy is a relative term. Ze calculations..." The doctor shrugs. "Anyvay, you came to see me vhy?"

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