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“What do you intend to do?”
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@mcnylives l ✚
“What do you intend to do?”
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She sits fidgeting at the table, picking at her cuticles to pass the time. It looks more like an interrogation room than an office; cold, bare, nothing Val could possibly use as a weapon. She’s entirely uninterested in talking to a shrink. In fact, she can hardly believe that Mount Massive even bothers with hiring psychiatrists in the first place. She knows they don’t give a fuck about rehabilitation. She’s here to pay for her sins and die, nothing more, nothing less.
She doesn’t regret any of what she’s done, and she’s not interested in playing nice for the doctors in the hopes that they’ll go easy on her. She knows they won’t. It doesn’t keep so many of the other patients from trying, though. It’s pathetic, really, the hope so many of them still have. She’s not going to die begging for mercy, she’s not going to give up without a fight.
That’s probably why she’s in such a sterile room. In fact, it’s a shock that she’s not muzzled after what she did to the last doctor they threw her in a room with; There’s surely a new note in her file about keeping hands away from her face. She’s made it her mission to be a professional pain in the ass.
The door opens and she stops her fidgeting. She’s confident, unafraid of the small woman who enters the room. She recognizes that this is intentional, as well; they think if they pair her with such a dainty psychiatrist, she’ll feel less threatened, be less likely to lash out. They’re too predictable. They’re wrong.
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It was hardly uncommon for fights to break out. Some football practice led to Logan and him going at it. As the rest of the team disbanded off across campus. With hardly anybody else around, no staff or teachers to intervene. Ending up with Logan doubled over spitting a bit of blood into the grass. Meanwhile Nathan himself was on the ground.
His head really did hurt from the blow he had taken. Watching Logan heading off to probably go in the dorm. Figured could safely take his time to get up off the ground. Be careful cause he felt dizzy. Yet seeing another student standing there; who must have saw the whole thing.
New focus as he pushed himself up from the ground. “Enjoy the show?” Cold edge to his voice but if anything pretty monotone.
Highlights of the FNAF not-podcast last night in the server with @immortalspringtrap and @mcnylives
• Me hiding in a back room because I like pineapple on pizza
• DeeDee being a fucking savage and throwing my mom in the ring
• William Afton on stilts
• "BOSS WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHAT TEAM ARE YOU"
• Ballora is sneaky beaky like
• Plushtrap is a little bitch and a DJ apparently
• So much water
• THE FUCKING CHUCKLE
(HAPPY ESCAPE FROM THE WOMB DAY -- I MEAN BIRTHDAY )
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“We don’t need the cops. We can be our own judge, jury, and executioner.”
“I like that way of thinking! Precisely! We can make our own damn rules and do what we want!”
Happy Easter Springtrap!!
“Happy Easter, Edith!”