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Im not sure sir, it looks pretty... i dont know...

Its. Fine.

Its just dramatic.

Now hand me the scalpel.

I will be OK.

It will all be OK.

No more surgeries, no more problems.

Everything is OK.

It/its

Aroace.

#the stinkeri files

[oh]

[im sorry]

[imsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorry]

[IMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRYIMSORRY]

[are you hurting?]

it...hurts...erugghdgh...

Who...are...you...?

#the stinkeri files

satan-offical

I've made it my mission to be known by everyone on Tumblr. And I mean EVERYONE. No account will go without this post, I want to make it to the dead poets society fandom all the way to the ninjago fandom. Everyone will reblog this, and if they don't I will die a failure.

pigeonanon

A tall, sickly pale man is crouching down by the river, searching for herbs. A disgusting blue glow emits from him in the darkness.

They grumble to themselves while picking at seemingly random plants at the riverbank.

They wore a long labcoat, or was it a doctor's coat? You weren't sure. If he was a doctor, maybe he could help you too.

...stupid test subject...it'd turn out fine if he hadn't left...guess I just have to do everything myself, huh...hmph...

He hasn't seen you yet. What was he doing out here in the dark anyway? It was late.

[Pigeon walks near the river, holding some small notebook, seemingly looking for something to draw]

[he notices the being in the lab coat, but thought nothing of it even if it seemed ever so slightly suspicious with that.. glow.]

[he continued off, looking if there are any birds. The grass crunched beneath his feet. he wondered if he could just draw the fish in the river?..]

"ₐᵣₑ ₜₕₑᵣₑ ₐₙy fᵣₒgₛ..?.. ₙₒ..ᵤᵣgₕ.." [he mumbled to himself quietly]

the-businessman

The doctor gets up from his crouched position grumpily and shoves the... "herbs" into his messenger bag.

He brushed off their lab coat once they stood up, and pulled down his sleeves as to cover their now blatantly obvious glowing bones.

They side eye pigeon once they started mumbling. What was anybody else doing in the forest this late?

What're you doing out here? It's late. Forest can be dangerous at night, y'know.

His voice was grizzly and intimidating. He sounded pissed off, even though he clearly wasn't. He doesn't look at pigeon when he's talking.

pigeonanon

[pigeon hears the voice, head popping up facing Ezras direction, slightly intimidated]

"ₒₕ₋ ₑᵣ, ₛₒᵣᵣy.. ᵢ'ₘ ⱼᵤₛₜ ₜᵣyₙₐ wₑₗₗ,.. dᵣₐw."

[he nervously refers to his small notebook with small doodles of drawings. he doesn't have much experience interacting with anyone out of the kingdom. he usually comes here for peace and quiet if there's something on his mind]

rococos-jewels

[Ezra eyed your notebook. Not unlike the stupid ones she would keep.]

Don't be sorry. It's just not safe around here, that's all. Just a warning.

Ezra takes a double take when he realises what you are. His eyes run along your feathers and fur.

D'you see a doctor recently, kid? You don't look great.

He was blunt as well.

pigeonanon

[he watches ezra with some slight shock, speaking up]

"ₑᵣᵣ.. yₑₐₕ, yₑₐₕ ᵢ dᵢd.. ₕₒw'd yₒᵤ?.."

[he's a bit cautious of this person, but ... a curiosity in him enlightens the more he speaks to him. Is it that noticeable?..]

the-businessman

Ezra took a few steps closer to you now, the forest floor crunching under their feet.

He bent over and rested one arm on his knee, getting a good look at the nooks and crannies of your fur and feathers.

...you might want to take another visit...

...have you been taking any meds?

He looked directly into your eyes now, tilting his head down and peering over his glasses.

pigeonanon

"..ₙₒ?. . ₛₒᵣᵣy , wₕₐₜ'ₛ yₒᵤᵣ ₙₐₘₑ? ᵢ'ₘ ₚᵢgₑₒₙ"

[he's even more curious but even more cautious now, putting his small notebook away back into his messenger bag. his back feathers stiffen up. who is this guy?..]

the-businessman

Ah, nice to meet you, pigeon.

Ezra straightens up again and stands up fully.

My name is Doctor Ezra Adstra. You may call me Doctor Ezra.

...in all my years of medical practice, I don't think I've ever seen a case like yours...

Would you care to come to my operating theatre so I can correctly diagnose you and take notes? I'd greatly appreciate it. Or you can come to my office, I don't mind which.

His glasses fogged up as he looked down at you. You could see the disgusting blue light emitting from his bones, nearly radioactivly as it shined down on you. He was tall. Very tall. At least 6 and a half feet, you thought.

pigeonanon

[pigeon, the guy who now feels a bit too curious for his own good, accepts.]

"wₑₗₗ ᵢ ₕₐᵥₑ ₙₒₜₕᵢₙg bₑₜₜₑᵣ ₜₒ dₒ ₛₒ.. ₛᵤᵣₑ! .."

[they stand up as well, fixing himself up and dusting some dirt off using his gloved hands as well. They pick out a leaf from their feathers.]

the-businessman

A smile creeped onto Ezra's face. He watched you stand up and placed his hands behind his back.

Perfect. If you follow me I can lead us to the operating theatre, its a standalone building not too far from here, we should be able to walk the distance.

He gestured for you to follow him and started walking in the opposite direction in which you came from. You were both walking for about half an hour before you reached the outskirts of the forest. A small, murky building stood in front of you, about 500 metres from the side of the highway. Or at least you assumed so, you could hear it from here. The front door was boarded up and all of the windows were blocked out from the inside with foil, the type you would use in a car window for privacy and heat at night.

Ezra ripped off the boards with ease, he was surprisingly strong despite his sickly apparition. For you, it just made him seem even more intimidating.

He spoke to you while standing in the threshold, turning on the old, flickering, hospital white lights.

The state of the place didn't fill you with confidence, that's for sure.

Now, it may be a bit... messy inside. It hasn't been cleaned or used in...quite some time.

As you walked in, blue and navy liquids were stored in IV drips and syringes, in what should have been blood donor bags was just more of that bright blue liquid. You were confused, but you were sure it couldn't have been a bad thing, right? Right??

Ezra pointed towards the old operating bed in the center of the room.

If you could sit down there for me, darling, that'd be great.

He spoke to you while rummaging through shelves to find a large notebook, a stethoscope, thermometer and a pen.

pigeonanon

[pigeon, nervous, but can easily trust people (wow okay bud), sat down as told to.He was a Doctor so he could help with pigeons new..... features and instincts.]

[sitting down, his gloves grazed the bed . It was soft, soft like the feathers on his wings. He seemed... calm. he takes off his gloves, palms grazing it. he accidentally scratches it with his talon.]

"ₒ₋ₒₒₚₛ.."

the-businessman

Ezra eyes the scratch you made on the bed but doesn't say anything. The thing was already stained with navy blood from Eliza's "autopsies" or whatever he called them.

Ezra walked over and pulled out his stethoscope.

Now, can you look up for me? I just want to check your heartbeat and breathing patterns.

He got ready to place the stethoscope on your back.

pigeonanon

[they lifted their head up, gloves back on his hands. he waited and sat politely and patiently as he felt the cold stethoscope on his back. his hands on his lap as their eyes looked around. the coldness made him flinch slightly]

[he thought to himself, what was all these... stains on here? paint? he could tell it was a specific navy but couldn't point which navy out.. he set that thought aside as he returned back to reality]

the-businessman

Ezra took off the stethoscope and scratched something into his notebook.

Hmhmm...

Regular breathing patterns...but... yeah.

...you have a cardiac arrhythmia. An irregular heartbeat. Nothing much to worry about, in all honesty.

...we could go down what I like to call the uh...

"Hollistic" route.

Ezra sneered while gesturing towards a bag of bright blue, glowing liquid.

Or we could do it the old fashioned way. I'll give you the choice.

...buy I might be able to help your... newfound physical features if we go the alternative route. :)

Well, what do you think?

Ezra noticed you glancing at the blood stains.

Oh, I wouldn't worry about those, they're from my old apprentice... tampering with things. He's long gone now though, you shouldn't have to worry about him.

You hear something scurrying from the other room. It sounded large, yet, inhuman.

Ezra seemed like he didn't hear it. Either that or he was ignoring it.

pigeonanon

[he looked towards the direction the sound had come from. what was that? nevermind, it was probably just their imagination again.]

[they listened intently, now looking in the direction of that...mysterious blue 'liquid'. well ezra did seem like an pretty trustworthy ..doctor.]

"ᵢ₋…ᵢf ᵢₜ ₘₑₐₙₛ ᵢ cₐₙ..cₒₙₜᵣₒₗ ᵢₜ, ₜₕₑₙ.. yₑₛ, ₗₑₜₛ dₒ ₜₕₑ ᵤₕₘ.. "ₕₒₗₗᵢₛₜᵢc" ᵣₒᵤₜₑ."

(I-...if it means i can.. control it, then.. yes lets do the uhm.. "hollistic" route)

[he fiddled with his hands a small little.nervous.]

the-businessman

A nasty sneer curled onto ezra's face. It was disgusting. You could see the outlines of his skull clearly now, and only far too late did you connect the revoltingly blue dots.

Perfect.

Look ahead of you darling, this might...

....pinch.

Ezra grabbed a needle about 2 inches long and filled it with the blue substance. It glowed like nuclear leftovers and moved with a viscosity thicker than water, but thinner than blood.

Ezra placed their cold, gloved fingers at the nape of your neck and spread apart your fur and feathers.

The needle stung like hellfire.

He wasn't dainty when distributing it, he was messy and brutal.

It hurt. So much. Your vision was blurry with the pain, you could feel it seeping into your blood.

pigeonanon

[Pain. all he felt, was pain. Excruciating, unbearable, amount of pain. He couldn't tell where the pain was mainly coming from, but he felt it everywhere.]

[a light, small growl emitted from his throat. attempting to spit something out.]

"W₋wₕy ₜₕₑ fᵤcₖ dᵢd yₒᵤ dₒ ᵢₜ ₛₒ..ₛₕᵢₜ.. ₐggᵣₑₛₛᵢᵥₑₗy?..

[he felt the place where Ezra had stabbed the needle, rubbing it, trying to ease it down. it was all unbearable.]

[voices. Recognizable ones. he heard HER. He heard BOTH OF THEM. he held his head now, trying to calm down, but alas, he couldn't. He couldn't bare hearing their voices again. not ever. WHY WERE YOULIKETHISSTOPESTOPSTOPITALL.]

[he was lost, exhaling consistently and repetitively. he wanted this to all stop. why did he agree to this. just another mistake, for him to grieve of.]

the-businessman

Hmhmhm...

Ezra took a few steps back as to avoid any backlash from the patient. He watched as you held your head and complained about voices. Strange, yet not unexpected. He pulled out his notebook and started recording your symptoms as you clutched at feathers and fur in pain.

He changed his gloves and washed the backsplashes from the needle. They were old supplies, and probably wouldn't fit modern regulations. They just hoped poor pigeon wouldn't get tenitis.

They noticed them clutching at his head, seemingly complaining about why Ezra had been so... "aggresive" but he didn't seem to notice.

Hallucinations, is it?

You couldn't hear him speaking over their voices.

Interesting. I must admit, very few cases report hallucination, usually only surfacing when the patient has any unresolved severe trauma.

This will be a fun case, I think.

Ezra pushed up his glasses and observed from a distance.

pigeonanon

[buzzing in his ears were subtle. His talons scratched his face ever so slightly. He absolutely hated this. His vision lightend. The lights seemed really bright. He was hungry. Their voices mocked them. He didn't want to hear it all.]

[his sharp pupils looked back up at the 'Doctor'. Pigeons eyes fueled with ...fear. he doesn't know what this..Person could to to him. He hated this. This pain. Their voices their mockery. Everything. he... fell onto his back. he had passed out of stress.]

[wow. what a wimp. what a disgrace.]

the-businessman

Hmph.

Ezra stared distastefully at the body that lay in front of them. At least it would be easier to move them now.

Ezra placed down his notebook and heaved pigeons body over his shoulder.

He walked down the hallway, kicking in doors as he went when he came across...

...it.

pigeonanon

[the feeling of being lifted up was aware to him, but...something was in his mind. Someone. there they were, staring down at him, whispering mockeries. Saying it was his fault he was like this. And]

[he believed it.]

[he believed and fell into every words that spat out of "Lilys" and.. his "mothers" mouth. He fell into their trap. He didn't know. He didn't mean to do this. He didn't want to do this. He didn't wish she died. He twitched slightly in his sleep.]

[ the feeling of walking stopped, whoever was carrying paused.]