#drgemmadawnnightingale

[dxrkhexrtmuses]

"Hello, Mr. Prototype. I think it's time the two of us meet face to face." @drgemmadawnnightingale

Well, that was the very first time he’s heard a “Mr” before his name, which actually threw him for a loop. He would have chuckled even but once he turned around to see who had the good graces to nicely compliment him like that he was surprised to find, a doctor? No…No that couldn’t be right? Weren’t they all dead? Well “dead”? Most he had forcibly changed into toys, others were flat out killed during the dreaded Hour. Why the fuck was this one alive and not in a toy no less?

He was fully turned to her now, eyeing the doctor up and down, examining her held posture, her demeanor, anything that led him to the answer as to why she was here in front of him, his eye moving up and down every few seconds during that long silence he caused.

The metallic legs laced with exposed muscle moved like a natural spider’s checking if it’s legs were all there, the only movement he did aside from his eye. He’d have half the mind to end this doctor right here, but he needed his answers. He needed them now.

He stayed deathly still, save for his legs, and spoke with a firm chosen voice, with a little joke mixed in, a bad one but oh well, “Face to FACE? Some words COMING from you DOCTOR. ….HOW are you HERE?”

In all reality, his last question sounded extremely rude but he didn’t care in the slightest. He wanted to know. Know all the answers this doctor was going to give him. He didn’t even do his scariness like he’d normally do, he was too preoccupied with getting answers.

[experiment--1006]

“I have a feeling we’re about to become acquainted whether we like it or not.” @drgemmadawnnightingale

It seems so. Greetings, Doctor.

[lost-to-science]

Random starter for @drgemmadawnnightingale

Simon had been brought into an interview room at least half an hour before the doctor would arrive, but with him more precaution had been taken. He had padded gloves on his hands, padding along his tail, and something in his mouth to keep him from biting and breathing fire, but still allowed him to talk. Unlike most his skin was made from lizard skin that had been dyed with something for his hair. His wings were large and folded up right now. He could fly if he wanted to. He was just shy of seven feet tall when standing.

This time someone would be observing, and there were a few more guards on standby. All of this things security would not budge on. Simon Smoke, or Taylor as his former name, was known for attacking guards, starting fights, and seriously hurting others. Honestly he was surprised they even let him walk here on his own. But he had requested to talk with this councilor. Finally when she came in he let out a growl.

He hated the white coats. All they did was poke, prod, and cause pain. Why Rabie even trusted one of them he'd never know. But he wanted to make sure this woman didn't hurt any of the others. So when she was finally let in he scoffed.

"So, *you're* this supposedly caring doctor. Another fucking lab coat is all I see."

He was trying not to lash out. Mainly because Rabie had begged him not to.

[thesurvivingcritters]

"Don't freak out." @drgemmadawnnightingale

"Good GOD..."

DogDay's fingers loosened on the handle of his axe, the weapon falling to the floor with a small 'clank'. Jumping at the sudden loud noise, he made quick work of retrieving the axe he dropped and resurveying the area around them. When all seemed to be still clear, he turned his attention back to the wheelchair bound woman before him. She had some extreme injuries, including the double leg and single arm amputation...

Did Theodore really do all this damage? Surely not...although Theo WAS the toy to give him his largest and deepest scar...so it WAS possible.

Did the mini critters eat her limbs right off of her body?

How was this poor woman still ALIVE?

Could he really get her out of here quickly and safely?

These were the questions flooding DogDay's mind as his body and mouth ran on autopilot, starting to release the woman from her binds. "Don't worry miss, I can get you to a safer place, and hopefully a better wheelchair for you to use. You can also get a nice tent set uo there as well. You can trust me, I promise," he assured her in as quiet a voice as his deep, rumbly voice box could muster.

[lost-to-science]

🎂 (for Rabie's birthday)

Rabie stared at the cupcake for a moment. Dr. Gemma had just told her happy birthday. Tears would well up in Rabie's eyes, and her breathing got a bit more heavy. How could this woman have known what those words meant to her? From what she knew their profiles from when they were human were destroyed except for what was relevant based on personality and what was observed. But this caused her genuine, and visible, distress.

"Can...Can you...leave the room? A-And turn the camera off?"

[lost-to-science]

Starter for @drgemmadawnnightingale

Another day another pointless session with someone who wanted to 'treat her', which annoyed her. Rabie had decides to throw away her life before now. Not even going by her name of Valerie. Who she decided was a different person. After all, Valerie's life had basically ended. And her life now was as Rabie Baby. There was no changing that, but it didn't mean she had to be happy with what had been done to her

Though when someone she had never seen before walked into a, admittedly nice, interview room she was already thinking of ways to manipulate this one.

"Hello. Here to go rooting around in my head? Well, knock yourself out. I usually have you shrinks ready to give up after a month."

[lost-to-science]

@drgemmadawnnightingale Lile for a starter

Gerald had come back to the factory. It was hell and despite knowing what had been here he didn't expect anything. At least not to find the toys still alive. First it was Huggy at the entrance because of course that's what The Prototype used for a door man. Than came Mommy Longlegs. She clearly still held a grudge against him for not doing jack shit for her or the kids.

And now he was hear in Playcare with CatNap stalking around. That would be bad enough, but the person and he found and the shape she was in? He couldn't believe it. Especially because this woman was the one damn person who had a heart. And this is the thanks she got for it?!

"What...What happened to you doc?" Despite his anger the words came out soft and somber.

[lost-to-science]

(Continuation off of this ask from @drgemmadawnnightingale )

Sawyer stared at Gemma for a long time as his brain first tried to process what had happened and what she had said. He had a bit of a mental reset as everything came into focus all once. Dr. Gemma had kissed him. It was quick but...she HAD kissed him. It...was a strange feeling that forced up a lot of suppressed emotions. Emotions that were muted, but they were there. This would cause his very pale cheeks to turn a shade of red. Though this would fade as he kept thinking.

Then, her rapid speech. He could barely make out what she had said, but she requested that they pretend that it never happened. And...was she blushing? Was it out of embarrassment shame? Ah. Now he understood. This was some form of jest. But at whose expense? His or Dr. Gemma's? Either way, he would find out who set this up and ask their department head to put out a memo. It was a harmless thing, so no real punishment was needed.

"Dr. Gemma, please refrain from accepting such ridiculous and childish dares. I will forget this happened so do not worry there."