Hi hi just wanted to say I LOVE the way you write please keep going with this stuff I always love reading this stuff and I know many others do as well!!
How do you think the PAs and expop (maybe even Easterman if you feel like taking a challenge) would react to a reagent who draws them mid trial? Like they would find a few drawings scattered around their trial environment drawn with like stolen pens and dirt (cause I doubt murkoff would give them art supplies) with little notes next to them remarking on their features
How the PAs, Ex-Pops, and Easterman would react to a reagent drawing them.
These compliments have me so ecstatic. I didn't think anyone would like my writing much, but y'all are so very kind. So sweet, like, I love y'all so much. I don't even have the words to say a proper thank you for these gracious compliments. I feel unworthy. ♡
I will take on your challenge, but no promises. This will be my first time writing about Easterman. Enjoy!
* It took Coyle a hot minute to even find one of your drawings. At first, he would just think it was one of the many papers scattered throughout the trials normally.
* Then he would do a double take at your drawing, realizing it resembled him.
* He would curse out loud and grab the drawing, wondering who even drew it.
* He became distracted for a few minutes, observing how this somebody drew him. It was actually kind of good, like, better than he could do.
* He grunted and very quietly grumbled, "This little shit's got some talent."
* He put the drawing in one of his shirt pockets and was about to continue searching for you until he spotted the notes.
* He read them. They noted his burnt skin, the singular glove her wears, the patch on his sleeve. Some things that were oddly specific, and some things that were more general.
* Someone had apparently taken interest in him, Coyle thought. Was it the reagent currently in his trial? After all, he hadn't seen these papers before.
* Well, there was only one way to find out. He had to catch you. He needed to interrogate you, get you to explain yourself.
* You wanted to write about his electric prod? Well, you're in luck. You'd get to feel it, too.
* If Coyle did catch you, he would hold you firmly and pull out the drawing. He would then question you about it, and if you admitted to drawing them?
* He may just let you get a feel for what you wrote. He'd force your hands on his uniform, on his face, and then slam your hand into his electric rod.
* Mother Goosberry would be delighted to see you drawing her! Oh, she had such an artistic gosling. She was proud.
* The notes beside the drawing made her coo at you. You were so observant!
* She would find your drawings on the counters of the carnival games or on various desks in the classrooms.
* Contrary to his typical cynicism, even Mr. Futterman kinda liked your drawings.
* "Ha, they actually drew you like the fat cow you are Phyllis."
* Mother Gooseberry ignored the insults Mr. Futterman threw at her. Instead, opting to praise your skills.
* She almost felt flattered with those notes of yours, too. She felt so seen, so appreciated, and loved. All Mama wanted to do was show you that she loved you too.
* Mother Gooseberry was so used to being ignored, but your notes were so elaborate! Of course, you and the more obvious things as well.
* It was the way you mentioned her sutures on her head, Mr. Futterman's hypnotic eyes, his little polka-dot bowtie that made her practically swoon.
* Mother Gooseberry would praise you throughout the trial, telling you how Mama wants to give you better references. How she wants to see you work, she could be your muse!
* "I hear my little gosling! Come show Mama your beautiful drawings."
* When Mother Gooseberry did catch you, she would brandish Mr. Futterman in front of your face. Revving his drill and giving you a good puppet show, so to speak.
* Mother Gooseberry avoided hurting your arms or hands because she knew you needed them to make your art. Unless you tried to hurt her, she wouldn't want to hinder your abilities.
* When Franco first found your drawings, he was a mix of annoyed and confused. I mean, who the fuck had enough time to do this shit? (His words, not mine.)
* He would hold the drawing firmly in his hands and take a quick glance at it. He hesitated to really take the drawing in. I don't think Franco would enjoy looking at himself. Especially not how someone else saw him.
* At first, Franco forced himself to be angry at the drawing. He thought the drawing was supposed to taunt him.
* Then, he looked at the notes that were left in close proximity to the drawing. The detail you went into was crazy to him. Were you spying on him? Stalking him?
* You noticed the little bumps on the handle of his pacifier, the intricate engravings of his Lupara, he had no words.
* On the one hand, he almost liked it. He liked the idea of someone liking him to the point of creativity. He enjoyed getting the attention. On the other hand, it felt creepy. How'd you even get that close?
* Still, he tried to lean into it. He wanted to see you up close, see who was all in his business.
* "You're too scared to face me, huh?! Silly rabbit. Baby isn't scared of you."
* Franco would sloppily fold up the drawing and notes, then stick it under his belt. He was determined to show those drawings right back to you.
* When Franco caught you, you'd be met with a firm grip, and Lupara pressed against your stomach.
* Franco took a special interest in the notes you left, asking you why you were observing him so closer. Who did you think you were? One of the doctors?
* Still, he couldn't deny that you had your appeal. The attention was addicting, and you could tell it got to him. He would use his Lupara, but hesitate for a split second before shooting you.
* Franco was far more eager to get his hands on you. Maybe you were hiding other notes about him on you. He wanted to know, and he was determined to find out.
* "You like this handsome face, don't ya? Huh, mommy?"
* Both Otto and Arora found it charming. They could appreciate the accuracy in your drawings.
* The originally found your drawing in the back of the mall where the valves are. It was practically a miracle they even found them.
* Well, Arora did. She pointed them out, and Otto picked them up. Otto looked over the drawing for a minute before handing it off to Arora.
* "Look at the drawing they made for us, dear."
* "They drew you well, Otto. My heart is racing, even looking at this drawing."
* "You're just as beautiful, my love."
* Otto would then notice the notes beside the drawing and pick them up, too. He stood still for a moment, reading all the observations you had written down.
* The lone ring on Otto's finger as opposed to Arora's few, the matching color bow on Arora's waist and Otto's neck, the observations were remarkable.
* Now, Otto didn't like the idea of you inspecting them so close. Especially looking at his sister in such a way, but even he was impressed. Your attention to detail would be most useful to them.
* Otto then passed the notes to Arora, taking the drawing from her. Arora didn't quite know how to feel, but these notes didn't seem threatening. So, she tolerated them. Maybe it was even a show of respect, and that? She could contend with.
* Otto then tucked both the notes and the drawing into the cuff of his sleeve. They would be sure to keep those trinkets, as if it was a reminder that not everyone saw them as complete monsters.
* When Otto and Arora found you, they tried to be slightly more gentle with you. After all, if they killed you, who would be there to admire them?
* That being said, Otto forced you to the ground. He kept you there with his legs restricting you and his saw threatening to cut you open.
* From this angle, you got a good look at them. Which is what Otto wanted, and you could've sworn you heard him say something about how he'd be "gentle" if you made more drawings for them. Specifically, of Arora.
* Liliya would adore your drawings and notes. To her, this was like you showing your love for her.
* Liliya found your drawing and notes at the feet of a mannequin, where you had also grabbed an amulet.
* She tried her best to pick up the drawing without cutting or tearing it. She was successful and took a moment to absorb it.
* You drew her beautifully, and you had such talent. That creative brain of yours could have so many uses beyond these artistic abilities. She wanted you to show them to her.
* Before she could even slink off to try and search for you again, she spotted the notes. She gently picked them up and read what you had written.
* The flower cuffs she had on her arms, the chain lattice on the sides of her corset, and the small red jewels scattered on her outfit.
* She found your attention to detail flattering. These notes just proved that you had been paying attention to her. They proved you loved her enough to listen, to observe. All you had to do now was accept.
* "Come get a closer look, my beloved."
* Liliya took the notes and drawing, then stuffed them gently into her corset. She may have poked small holes in the pages with the tips of her claws, but she didn't mind. It just reminded her of what she wanted to do to you.
* When Liliya caught you, she would tackle you to the floor and sit on your stomach. She would bring her hand to your face and scratch lightly with her claws. Leaving shallow, but still bleeding, claw marks on your face.
* She asked you if she was beautiful, then claimed she wanted to see your inside beauty herself.
* She would take your hands and guide your fingers along her outfit, letting you feel the small details and textures beneath your fingers.
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* Pusher would be a little too high to make good sense of the drawing, but he could still tell it was him.
* He would stand and stare at the drawing for a moment before seeing the notes that were right beside it.
* He read how you noticed the muscles in his arms, the thin metal lining around his gas mask, and how his overalls hung open.
* He appreciated what you had written, but he did especially enjoy looking at the drawing. The way the lines melded together, it was so trippy to look at while high.
* He wanted you to draw more, actually. When he caught you, he'd shove the nozzle in your mouth but tell you how your drawings would be so much better if you were high. As if trying to persuade you to draw something while high, just for him.
* "Try this, baby. Your creativity will know no bounds."
* Pusher would definitely keep an eye out for more of your drawings after finding the first one, walking around just a bit slower than normal.
* Pitcher would love your drawings, but mostly because they were flammable.
* Not that he didn't like your drawings. He just loved burning things.
* Thankfully, he didn't completely burn the first drawing you made because he saw the notes. He read how you observed his burn scars, the way sweat made his body glisten, and the gauges on the canisters that were on his back.
* He actually enjoyed the appreciation you had shown and hoped you appreciated fire the same way.
* So, the first drawing you left, he burned a heart into the paper and set it back down on the floor for you to rediscover.
* The notes you left? He used them for his molotolvs. However, the ones with your notes were the ones he would use last, and he would only carry one at a time. So, they were used but used sparingly.
* If the pitcher caught you, he would force you tight against him. To the point you were borderline hugging him. He would let you get a good look at him and let you feel the heat of his body before pushing you back down.
* The Night Hunter just loved to see. He loved to find your drawings around trials.
* The first time he found your drawing was in a hiding spot. He recognized it as himself and chuckled softly at the sight.
* Before he said anything, he found the notes beside the drawing. The way you noticed the tangled wires climbing his goggles/vest and the electricity scars on his body.
* He definitely used these notes and drawings to tease you.
* "Come out glow worm, I see you. I know you want to see me."
* If the Night Hunter caught you, he would always make sure to force your night vision goggles on if they weren't.
* Occasionally, the Night Hunter would drag you to a lit area. He would throw you out into it and stick parts of his body out so you could get a better look at him.
* The Night Hunter would definitely stab his machete through your drawings and notes. Not because he disliked them, but so he could always have them on him. After all, surely they'd look better with your blood on them.
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* Dr. Easterman only found out about your drawings and notes because of the doctors who had reported it.
* So, he had the doctor's retrieve those notes and drawings to get a look for himself. Needless to say, they didn't dissapoint.
* Dr. Easterman was amused. One of his little lambs was trying to be so perceptive, so observant. Yet... they knew so little about him. It was almost adorable.
* He would read the notes, what little you had. His short, slick-back seeming hair with patches of it missing. The books he had on his desk and the lit cigarette he always seemed to hold.
* Dr. Easterman would start keeping a special eye on you. After all, you must be a special lamb to take such interest in a man like him. Always wondering about what, who was above you.
* He would have the doctors look around the trial after every time you did one, just to look for more notes and drawings.
* Easterman would periodically lengthen your trials with more objectives so that you would be more inclined to take a break every now and again to write more notes and draw.
* Occasionally, you'd get special voice recordings on your radio.
* "You keep drawing what those pretty eyes can see, but I see more. Your potential, your love for me. Come to me, little lamb, daddy's got you."
* It was as if he was egging you on, just hoping you would do something more to try and get him to notice you. You could easily be his how-high. You just needed to show him exactly what you'd do for him.
Woo! Okay, goodness grief. This took me so long to write. No worries though, I actually had a lot of fun! I'm sorry this was so slow getting out, but I really hope you enjoyed it!
This was my first time writing Dr. Easterman (as I had said before), I hope it was satisfactory! This was such an amazing request and really had me using my creative brain. Then again, writing for these characters is always a brain workout.
Anyway, again, thank you so much for your kind words. I love you to the moon and back! Thank you to every single one of you, actually. Y'all's support gives me the motivation I need to keep writing.
Have an amazing day, and I hope I will have more out shortly. Much love and affections. ♡
