Switching to Splatter for now.
Switching to Splatter for now.
Alice slipped through the doorframe, narrowly missing Bumby’s form as he stumbled into the room. Slamming the door quickly behind her, Alice’s eyes were wide in horror and she tried to take a few deep breaths before turning and flying down the stairs back into her room, which still reeked of alcohol and regret. For the second time that day, she sank down in front of the door and buried her head in her hands, her body heaving with dry sobs. Dr. Bumby was obviously a much more dangerous man than she had ever perceived him to be — a pimp in his bed and those eyes she had thought she had seen, felt that terrifying something watching her, the way his room felt dead. She hated it here. And she hated him, from him acting like a fool and a child to him ogling her while she performed all the chores and more.
The nightmares which plagued his twisted mind returned in the dead of night. Not even the comforting sound of the pimp’s heartbeat could calm them. Angus tossed and turned, as the deeply repressed memories came forth once more to torture him. Whimpering slightly at the cruel words being whispered into his ears. “This is yer calling, you wretched child! You were born with the ability to surve and please, and that’s exactly what you’ll bloody do! Curbin’ the appetites of men with riches ta burn, no spare change bums fer you, sweet’eart. Dance for ‘em, tease ‘em to the point of madness, then allow ‘em to take ya like the filthy whore ya fuckin’ are! They’ll make ya pay, oh they will make ya pay fer teasin’ in such a way, brat. Now get on yer knees, and show me what ya can do with that pretty lil mouth of yours.” His eyes snapped open at the sound of his own scream, searching for a breathing body but not one to be found. Attempting to calm himself for the memory, though no luck to ease him. He pulled the blanket off his bed and grabbed his pillow before making his way down stairs. Once more finding himself in Alice’s room, now situating himself upon the floor and drifting into yet another restless sleep.
After calming herself down once a few hours had passed, Alice allowed herself to climb into bed and read for a bit by lamplight. Eventually she drifted off to sleep, clutching her book. She was awakened when she heard her door creak open. A tall figure came through the door. “Dr. Bumby?” she whispered, but all the figure did was curl up on the floor. He hadn’t closed the door. Perhaps he had been sleep walking. Alice swung herself out of bed and tiptoed around him and shut the door quietly, then making her way back over to her bed. She didn’t feel comfortable at all with him in here, but apparently she could provide some comfort that Jack or others could not. Pressing her back against the wall, she watched the figure as it turned and murmured quietly to itself.
The sounds of children’s laughter and annoyed adults woke him from his slumber. His head pounding from the well deserved hangover, seemly getting worse from the noise. Light pouring into the window blinding him as he reached for his glasses. A pointed shoe stepping on his hand once he managed to grab them. Unkind words spewing from the woman’s mouth as she crushed his hand. Helpless with out his glasses as he cried from the unneeded pain. Certain nasty phrases working their way into his ears. “Look at the drunken bum, why he certainly can’t be the supposed doctor!” “Quite so and the man is found in the room of a female! The outrage of what might have transpired the evening before.” “Hardly, I heard a rumor that his taste is preferred male.” “I heard his lover is the vile pimp down the street, Jack Splatter. What an outrage and discrace to the family.” “Well I can not have my child in the company of such filth. He should be imprisoned for such a thing.” Unable to stand the conversation any longer, especially in the room of one of his patents. He thrashed violently in attempt to pry his hand away. “Simply because I am blind, does not mean that I am deaf. I would offer you my services but ladies such as yourself desperately need to learn manners. Clearly you are friends of my ‘darling’ sister, if that is the case to be. Do remove yourself from my home this instant!” The woman removed her foot in outrage at his words. “Well I understand as to why you’d be that man’s beloved sweetheart, both violent and rude to fine woman. I feel sorry for the girl whom you’ve bed in this room. As you have clearly no experience on how to treat one properly. Good day, sir.” She spat and turned to leave with the other. Angus finally managed to place his glasses upon the bridge of his nose, blinking a few times to adjust. He then notice Alice’s expression at the scene. “How much did you hear?” The question hung in the room as the fog outside.
Earlier that morning, Alice had carefully picked her way around the still form of the doctor on her floor and began her morning chores as usual, cleaning, giving the children their breakfast and informing them that Dr. Bumby was ill and there would probably be no “forgetting” sessions until later that day, if any at all. It wasn’t until about midday that suddenly, Alice heard chatter coming from her room. A cluster of finely-dressed people suddenly strutted out of her room, leaving her looking back at a dazed and bewildered looking Dr. Bumby. “How much did you hear?” he asked. “Ah…only the end bit,” Alice replied distractedly. “How…are you feeling?” she stepped into the room and closed the door behind her, ignoring the tense feeling that was growing inside her. She had effectively pushed back the terrifying thoughts from last night with her work, but now it had begun seeping through her mind into the daylight.
“Other than the fact that my head is pounding and my hand now crushed. I’m much better than I was before, though I certainly did not need those women’s cruel words. Alice, I deeply apologize for my behaviour last night, especially for what you saw. It will not happen again.” He informed her, closing his eyes for a moment ease his pain. Feeling the unspoken question which tore at Alice’s already fractured mind. “We shall discuss what you felt in your session, I expect you to be in my office in no less than twenty minutes.” Getting up from his postion on the floor, he quickly grabbed himself a quick hangover relief from the kitchen. As he made his way up the stairs and pass the brats, unable to shake the feeling that someone was awaiting his arrival. His suspicions confirmed once he passed his bedroom door. Ruin dripping from the handle which seemingly lead to his office. Instincts screaming for him to run, yet he still opened the door. A gruesome yet handsome figure sitting upon his desk greeted him. “Hello, my darling puppet. It has been far too long since our last chat. Now do tell me on how you will explain my presence with out being sent into the asylum? It certainly seems imposible for you to do so.” A cold and slimy finger tilted the doctor’s chin, forcing him to gaze into his soulless black eyes. “Perhaps we could swap places to insure your safety? I become you for a single session with precious little Alice?” The question hung in the air, as Angus pondered. She’d be corrupted far faster but at what cost would it come? His kindness was simply to ensure that he remained untouched, that slimy finger now tracing his lips made it clear. Taking a deep breath he decided. “Alice will sense there is something off, but I shall allow you to lurk in the shadows of our appointment. I can not allow you to be physically scene, do you understand?” He watched the devil slink into the shadows of the floorboard as they heard a knock upon the door. “Come in, Alice.”
Alice quickly cleaned her room and made sure the children were behaving themselves relatively well before running her fingers through her hair and dashing up the stairs to the doctor’s office, as she didn’t wish to be late again. She knocked on the door and hearing his voice, opened it. After immediately opening the door, she felt a bone-cold chill. She shivered and tried to warm her arms through her thin clothing. The room felt too still again, as it had last night. Deciding not to comment, Alice merely sat down in her usual chair. “Are you…sure you’re well enough to conduct this session?” she asked at last.
“Yes, Alice. Though you will be my only session for today, as the matter is far more pressing. Now tell me what is it you saw in my bedroom chambers?” He asked sternly, for once accepting all nonsens the mad child was about to spout. Oh the gods truly did hate him. Gingerly he sat down across from her, his head still pounding but pushed his pain behind him. Certainly going to have a long and well deserved nap once this had finished. Noting Doll’s presence on the wall behind his patient’s head, but still kept his promise to not be seen. If he had the ability to strangle the devil in that instance, he certainly would.
Alice inwardly scolded herself for saying such a foolish thing. All hazy thoughts of some sort of romance were immediately shattered at his blunt reply. Lizzie did not care for him at all. How could she have thought that he would want her instead? Silly of her to think that. He was merely doing her family a favor. Babysitting, just in finer clothes. “I’m…sorry, Lizzie is preoccupied with other matters. And besides, she doesn’t much like dancing.” Taking his hand, she stepped out of the carriage, feeling awkward and foolish all of a sudden.
He noted her reaction, having been unaware of her affections towards him, which now clear upon her face. Guilt swelling in his chest from the look upon her face. The lone woman who had actual affections for him, and even perhaps thinking of romance. It almost broke his heart to know he’d ruined his chance with a woman who fancied him, for more than his body. “I apologize, my thoughts became my words. I hadn’t the intention of speaking so rudely to you. Allow me to fix my mistake, to not ruin the evening before it’s begun.” Swallowing as he lead her into the ballroom. He noted the stares and whispered but for once, not a care was held for them. Finding a seat after quite sometime, he’d sat her down and went to get her something to drink. Kind words of that he’d be back in a blink of an eye. His gaze wondering the crowd for a familiar face yet not one to be found. Finally making his way to grab Alice a glass and himself one. Unaware that those drink would never reach either of their lips. Large hands grabbed him from behind, firmly placing upon his mouth to cease any screams. Bitting down in an attempt to escape, futile as another pair began to feel him up while he was dragged into the darkness. Not a soul seeing him disappear from the ballroom. A tear fell from his eye as he knew what they planned, while his date sat blissfully unaware. Only thinking he’d stood her up when he wanted nothing more than to get back to her.
Alice waited patiently, her hands twisting in her lap. He had apologized, but she knew he did not return her small affections even in the slightest. But…he had been gone a bit long, hadn’t he? Couples waltzed and twirled gaily on the floor, lost in each other’s eyes, and she was sitting awkwardly at a table. Her dress which had felt so lovely just a while earlier now felt scratchy, and her heels made her feet hurt. This whole night was a mistake. Alice cast her eyes about looking for him, but couldn’t find him over the heads of others. Getting up, she walked over to where the drinks were sitting. “Just a water, please,” Alice said distractedly, scanning around the area. “Excuse me…but by any chance did you see a man over here a while ago? Tall, wearing a tuxedo in glasses?” The man who handed her her drink snorted. “Love, with a description like tha’, it could be anyone ‘ere.” Alice nodded. “Ah. Yes. Right. Thank you.” She hurriedly went back to her seat.
Screams silenced by the strong arm of a man as he was lead into a storage cupboard. Down a set of winding stairs where not a soul would find him or hear a sound he made. He could fell a cool blade against his cheek, the sound of cruel laughter filled the dark room. Slurs were spat as punches thrown. Unable to do a thing while tied to a whipping post, he then soon recognized the men. Friends of his so called brother taking joy in his pain. They grew bored with his tortured screams as two words were carved across his hip. He’d find it later that it was a the disgusting slang term “pillow bitter.” Forever marking his being with his sin. Tears fell from his eyes as they proceeded to beat him once more. Spitting on him before leaving him to die bellow. Undoing the knot with his teeth once the monsters left, slowly moving out of the dungeon like setting to the surface. He knew Alice would be so worried for his absence. Horrified onlookers watched his bloodied and beaten form exit the closet. Few screams could be heard as others rushed him to the lavatory. Collapsing in another man’s arms while he washed him up, telling him to fetch his young date. So she wouldn’t think that he stood her up from the ball.
“You’re late, by far more than acceptable Mr. Graham.” The doctor’s voice held a clear annoyance mixed with the sternness of a father. Not fond having having to wait so long for the man. He’d never admit it was worth the wait to see his…
Will watched him as he moved though when he settled he shut his eyes, simply listening and speaking quietly. ” Dr. Lecter talks and sometimes exposes what he wrong, no drugs or other treatment ” He admitted quietly, nearly nuzzling his face into the jacket, exhausted and sure if he drove he would fall asleep at the wheel. ” You put them to bed at eight? That feels a bit early, but I’ve never had kids” He state. ” You won’t be stepping on anyone’s toes, though I might not always be on time ” A smile came over him, feeling himself slowly nodding of. ” You remind me of my father, a bit different but he was alright. Took me out as a child to long camping trips, I never net my mother” He murmured, bumbling over his own words a bit ” Have you heard enough, Bumby? ” Will asked, sure that he knew more than he was stating ” I look through killers for a living, do you have a treatment for removing thoughts?”
As Will spoke of his father it caused a rare expression to form on the doctor’s face. One which only a single human being had been graced to see. A pure and genuine smile. It was beyond rare for him to feel such a string positive emotion towards another. Causing him to falter on his dark and cruel plans for the other. A wall cracked slightly because of Will’s blabber. Perhaps this is what the Dollmaker had felt when they first met when he was a child? The longing desire to have such tortured innocence for his own. So he could feel that addictive happiness for far longer. “I’ve performed hypnotic lobotomies on a severely damaged souls, but I don’t think you’d be interested in such. Is there a particular nightmare, person, memory which you want to remove from your mind? With the art of forgetting it is erased and in a sense removed from the patients mind, to end their suffering so they can move on with their lives. Memories must be strictly managed Will, if not they can slowly become a desease to the mind. A slow knife twisting its self into ones heart with the only intent to cause pain and suffering.” His own blackened and hardened heart giving a dull beat, as it wandered to things of pure sin. Plans to destroying his mind, taking great joy to watch it crumble and shatter within those walls.
Will nodded at his assumption that he did not want a lobotomy, not wanting a needle prodding not his head at any instance. Will had shut his eyes, fingers intertwined with one another, resting on his stomach. Will assumed he was a bit younger than the good doctor, the doctor’s features a bit more worn than Will’s lethargic looking features. The man wondered quietly, running fingers through his dark curls, shifting on the couch. ” If I have a person.. He is dead but.. could I possibly remove him from my head? He is there in my head.. all the time.. Even with the new killers he is the one memorable one.
Will always felt vulnerable when he was unstable, looking up at the doctor as he looked down on him, something in his eyes that allowed him to relax. The doctor made him feel safe yet so exposed to his will, exhaling. ” I just want to feel better, Dr. Bumby, I want to stop these nightmares and just .. stop seeing him in my head and when I look..” There was almost a child like vulnerable sound to his voice, making his stomach sink a bit. ” You’re a good man, Dr. Bumby, taking in all these children..”
He watched the Will with intent, studying his mannerisms and quirks as the other spoke. Understanding perfectly about wanting to remove a single person from his mind. Something which he’s certainly done before, though he’d never tell that it was on himself. An almost sick smile tugged at the corner of his mouth at the brunets words. Oh if he only knew that he was indeed not such a good man at first thought. He got up from his seat to place a soothing hand on the younger’s shoulder. “I will help you to remove this man from your thoughts. A single soul can do far more damage lurking within a mind, than an action of cruelty. I am aware this may be painful for you but I must ask you to describe him for me, perhaps drawing a picture would be more suitable. So I can know whom I’m dealing with and to aid you in his removal. As you can simply burn a page than I live being. It’s alright if you’re not ready to do so. We can begin with you telling me on what he’s done to become a cancer in that great mind of yours.” A kind and almost fatherly look was upon his face. Knowing everything was working like clock work in his favour.
I can’t keep secrets that I know how you want me
You can tear your nails into my skin, you won’t stop me
You can twist and scream into the air but no one can hear you here
And there will be no tenderness, no tenderness
And there will be no tenderness, no tenderness
I will show no mercy for you, you have no mercy for me
The only thing that I ask… love me mercilessly
mh I can hear the birds outside…is morning already and I never heard that tumblr was a place for prudes.