Many thanks goes out to Hybrid for being such a wonderful beta and for helping me get started! No true adult material yet, but I promise that there will be some, so hang tight! --- A pang of guilt and sadness crept into the BLU Medic as he sat down alone in the kitchen that was next to the Mess Hall. His shoulders shook very lightly as he stared down at the photograph that he held in his hands. The sadness grew bigger and bigger as his blue eyes looked at the picture, his mouth slightly open as he breathed soft breaths. Medic gingerly touched the picture with his thumb, running his finger over the picture of the three German Shepherds. He longed to be able to touch them again, to feel the softness of their fur. If he so desired, he could look into the cabinet that was right in front of him and find the food bowl that his beloved 3-Hund had consumed its meals from. But that would make him feel even more sad than he already was. Tears had begun to sting his eyes, and he could not stop himself from allowing one to escape his eyes. Medic watched as it splashed onto the picture, and as quickly and gently as he could, took his handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped the droplet away before it could ruin the picture. Medic took a deep breath, allowing whatever tears were left over to reabsorb themselves back into his eyes. It took some effort, but he was able to calm himself down. It was ridiculous, really; the Three-Guard Dog had been dead for well over six months now. Why was he still crying about it? Maybe he was sad that he had been forced to leave its buried corpse behind. Or maybe he was guilty that he couldn't save the dog. He should have seen the signs that it had been dying. Sepsis had been the ultimate cause of death; their blood types hadn't been a perfect match. He should have tested their blood types to see if they were a match; foolishness on his part. He wouldn't make that mistake next time. Thankfully, he had been given an abundance of potential specimens in the form of his so-called, “teammatesâ€. And alongside his teammates, he had full access to their medical records. He had already crossed-out Heavy as one candidate. He was too close to the Russian man to maim his already perfect body. In fact, he had been close enough to assist him in the creation of the Three-Guard Dog, as well as the unfortunate burial. There was also the fact that his blood and skin types didn't match any of the other blood types of his fellow teammates. Demoman was out as well. Not only did his blood type not match that of any of his teammates, but he simply refused to use him due to the amount of alcohol he consumed on a daily basis. How the man was still alive and breathing was beyond even him. He would have to make it a point someday to take daily blood samples from the Demoman and compare the blood alcohol levels. Soldier would definitely not do in this experiment. Not only was he not a match to any of his teammates (he didn't even come close to matching anybody), but the burly American had violent tendencies and was most likely a schizophrenic. Putting him into a position such as his next experiment could only prove disastrous. Even if he was a match, using him would be unwise. What if he turned on Medic and attacked? What if he attacked the other two teammates while the experiment was in place? It was best not to take that risk. Spy had been close; he matched at least one other teammate, but it wasn't enough; he needed three matches, not two and one completely different type. Besides, he had listened to Spy's lungs during his last check-up. The man was a heavy smoker, and more often than not, Medic had listened to Spy hack and wheeze late into the night. He wondered often if he would simply choke to death in his sleep from lung poisoning. And according to the Mess Hall gossip, Spy was very promiscuous, and even he himself claimed that he had many lovers around the globe. There was simply no need to jeopardize the experiment just because Spy was a walking test-tube of STD's. He couldn't even put Pyro onto the list of candidates. The fire-starter was as much of a mystery as the disappearances that took place in the Bermuda Triangle. Pyro had always refused to take its gas mask off, and the one time that Medic had asked Pyro to take its suit off, Pyro had launched into a tirade of what Medic could only assume was a slew of curse words directed towards him before storming out of the infirmary. After that, he never summoned Pyro into the infirmary ever again. But, as it seemed, luck was on his side. He had found three perfect matches on his team, not including himself (honestly, it would be a moot point to use himself in the experiment; he was the only one who knew how to perform it). The three matches were that of Scout, Sniper, and Engineer. Scout was a young, healthy male; his body would easily be able to adjust to the changes that the experiment would bring. Nevermind the fact that he was most likely chock-full of radiation from the mass quantities of BONK! Who knows; maybe the radiation would be beneficial to the experiment. Although Sniper had taken pills to enlarge his kidneys so that he could create jars of Jarate, he was healthy otherwise. (Maybe the frequent urination would make the experiment more interesting). He didn't smoke (at least to his knowledge) or drink heavily, and would be the perfect candidate for the experiment. And Engineer...Well, Engineer was just perfect. No illnesses or addictions to speak of. During his last physical, his heart had sounded healthy, and his lungs had been clear. Oh, how Medic couldn't wait to take the scalpel to Engineer...To carve up such wonderful, flawless skin, and to attach it to the skin of another... Oh! He was getting distracted again... He was trailing away from the task at hand. But Medic couldn't blame himself; the procedure was a wonderful one. One that he would enjoy doing a second time. He wouldn't count the one time he fused two of his birds together back-to-back; they hadn't shared what the Three-Guard Dog shared. With a small smile to himself, he slipped the photograph back into the breast pocket of his vest, giving it a reassuring pat before readjusting his lab coat. He was starting to feel better now that the plan was beginning to go into action. As it turned out, his three specimens liked to “hang around†with each other in the Mess Hall after the battle of the day was over. They talked about a vast majority of different subjects, ranging from baseball to barbeque to the climate in Australia. They would chat for hours until Soldier screamed at them to shut up and go to bed, reminding them that they would have to wake up at six o'clock in the morning to get ready for battle. And he knew that the three of them shared a pitcher of water to keep themselves hydrated and capable of talking. This was just an open invitation for Medic to trigger the first step in the process that was going to be his latest experiment. He hummed a soft little tune to himself as he dropped two white pills into the clear pitcher of water, smiling as he watched the pills dissolve. They wouldn't be noticeable in the water, for these pills dissolved very well, and they left behind no taste or smell. How thankful he was to have had them in his private storage. But that didn't stop him from carrying a syringe in the pocket of his lab coat. There was always a chance that the drugged water wouldn't work. As quickly and quietly as he could, he placed the pitcher of water back into the refrigerator, his heart hammering with excitement. He had informed Heavy ahead of time that the experiment was going to begin tonight, so he knew that he was waiting nearby. Now all that was left to do was to sit back and watch.
I am so gonna bail on this fic, however I'll offer a bit of con crit before I run away screaming into the night! You have too much word repetition in some of your sentences. "Tears had begun to sting his EYES, and he could not stop himself from allowing one to escape his EYES." "Medic watched as it splashed onto the PICTURE, and as quickly and gently as he could, took his handkerchief out of his pocket and wiped the droplet away before it could ruin the PICTURE." Try to avoid ending two halves of a sentence with the same word, it's not necessary. Or ending two sequential sentences with the same word.
Anon, I thank you for your concrit. I'll make sure to not do that again. Although, I am curious; just WHY are you bailing on this fic? Does it just not suit your tastes, or is my writing that atrocious?
Because he(she?) knows what is going to follow shortly! This looks rather interesting; we rarely get to see CRAZY!Medic being a calculative conniving bastard. I'll stop in now and then, but only with a paper bag handy.
No, no. Your writing is fine. The story just isn't my cup of tea. And yes, I've seen Human Centipede so I have a good idea (and a bad feeling) what will happen soon. Good luck, everyone!
I saw the planning for this over on the oekaki board, so pleased to know it's finally being posted!
Oh God. I'm laughing so hard right now. I love you. Marry me.
Oh, if you could have seen the smile on my face when I saw this. Please, do continue. I eagerly await more.
Oh, trust me, Anon8; I plan on continuing with this. My only problem is the fact that I'm utterly and horribly terrible at writing out accents. If anybody has any advice, I'm all ears; I'll listen.
I saw the title and got a giant grin on my face. I expect much of this fic. It has become
Okay, I'm intrigued. Keep goin'. I have a series of critiques about the medical minutiae, but my own stories have been criticized for being too medically specific, and therefore obscure. Take it with a grain of salt, is what I'm saying. Sepsis would have been less likely to kill the Drei-Hund than immune rejection, for instance, and it's not the blood type that Medic has to worry about so much as the tissue type. Since I know *way* too much about this kind of thing (and am apt to be the only person who even notices these inconsistencies) do feel free to consult me if you have any medical questions. Really, though, Anon^2's advice about avoiding redundant words is probably more useful long-term. Captcha: Cbb apploaf. Soon, you will be able to download an iPhone app that makes you a meatloaf.
>>12 Oh Marty! I'm so honored to be privileged to be allowed to ask for your help! I definitely will be dropping you a line in regards to medical questions. From what I had gathered in the movie, the Drei-Hund had died from sepsis, but it wasn't really made clear, so I guess it's left up to the viewer on how the dog died.
Im deathly afraid to keep reading this fic because i have seen the movie and know what will happen next O_______________O but i cant not read it. because i have already started and now must finish it. i cant wait for the nest chapter
>>13 Ohh hurp, it's an actual movie ref. Never mind me, I'm commenting on things about which I know nothing (again). And re: honoured, privileged, allowed... um, sure. I mean, I'm flattered that you find me so impressive, but really, I invite anyone to ping me at any time. I'm just glad you're not pissed with me for being a know-it-all.
>Oh goodness no! If anybody is willing to share their knowledge with me to help me out with my latest project, I accept it! I remember distinctly in the beginning when I first started reading your works, I was mostly like "...How does he KNOW all of this stuff?" I'm FAR from pissed. In fact, mind if I swing you a draft of chapter two? I was having some trouble with some medical things.
No... No! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! - My mind @ fanfiction Captcha: the sinjust Written gore is always better than visual gore anyway.
>>13 From what I had gathered in the movie, the Drei-Hund had died from sepsis, but it wasn't really made clear, so I guess it's left up to the viewer on how the dog died. Only one of the girls (the one at the end) died from sepsis - and that was because she'd been literally eating shit for days on end. I haven't even watched the movie, and I knew that. The guy at the beginning committed suicide. Can't remember what happened to the middle girl. Probably because it happened at the very end. I'm kind of disappointed. I really wanted this to be great, but it seems like you don't even know enough about the movie you're borrowing from to make the fanfic work.
>>18 Well, I'm sorry to hear that you are disappointed, Anon. I knew full well how the characters met their demise. I own the movie, I watch it several times to get it right. But you have to understand that I'm not making this EXACTLY like the movie. It would be a boring fic if I made it EXACTLY the same as the movie. And in regards to the dog, the movie doesn't explicitly say HOW it died. It could very well have died from sepsis, shock, etc. We don't know because the movie NEVER said how it died. Once again, I'm sorry that you're disappointed in this. But maybe that's a sign that you shouldn't read this particular fic. And remember, it's only the first chapter, so there is a lot more to go.
ScoutMama, you were true to your word, and I applaud you. And what's the deal with all these squeamish readers? Man up.
>>20 I thank you for the applause, Banimal. And regarding squeamish readers, I guess everybody has their own different squicks. It's no problem.
Anon 18 here. Sorry about that - you're right. I guess I got confused because the scientist guy would refer to the human centipede as his Drie Hund or something, too. You argued your case well. I'm back in the fic, and once again, I'm sorry for badmouthing you earlier.
>>22 It's no problem. We all make mistakes.
BAM! Chapter two! As usual, many thanks goes to Hybrid and TeratoMarty (who has graciously offered me assistance in regards to medical terms) And I hope you all enjoy it. --- “I'm telling you man, the Red Sox can kick all the other baseball teams asses! It's no problem for them!†Scout banged his fist onto the surface of the scratched Mess Hall table as he spoke. Currently, a rather crude carving of a Pyro with naked breasts shooting flames out of the nipples adorned the table along with various other scratched-in drawings. Scout couldn't remember if he was the one who had put that drawing there, or if another member of the team did it. Either way, both Soldier and Pyro had been annoyed with the drawing (Soldier claiming that the table had been made in America and that if you vandalized anything made in America, you were pretty much vandalizing America itself) but nobody really seemed to care about the drawing because it hadn't been covered up yet. “And I'm telling you that baseball is a bloody boring sport. Rugby is far better than baseball, because at least you can't break someones goddamned teeth with the ball.†Sniper retorted, lightly drumming his fingers on the table as he stared back at Scout past his aviators. The kid was nice but he had a tendency to shoot his mouth off at the worst times. Spy had been killed so many times trying to steal the Intelligence because Scout just couldn't shut up and let the man do his work. He was always chattering away like one of those horrible phone solicitors that just wouldn't quit even when you told them that you were in the middle of eating dinner. “I bet you only like it because you get to touch other guys! I bet you're just a big flaming fag!†Scout said, slapping his knee as he laughed at his own joke like it was the funniest one he had ever cracked. Sniper merely grumbled as Engineer came into the room, carrying the usual pitcher of water in one hand and a stack of glasses in the other. “Don't tell me you fellas are arguing about sports again.†Engineer said as he set the pitcher down, divvying up the glasses and setting down one in front of each man. Scout was slightly disappointed to see that he hadn't snuck a small tidbit of food from the kitchen; it was all because Soldier was a stickler for rationing the food, so he banned the consumption of snacks in-between meals. Fucker. “Nah, I'm just trying to get Snipes to admit that he's a fairy butt-fag.†Scout said as he snatched his glass up in one hand just as Engineer finished pouring water into it. He would have preferred a can of BONK!, but he had to save them for the battles. “Not this debate again. Boy, you gotta stop making up such accusations or else they'll come back and bite you right in the ass. And you'll have deserved it.†Engineer chided as he poured Sniper a glass of water. Sniper tipped his hat at Engineer and gave him a grateful smile. “Thanks Truckie. Good to know somebody is on my side.†Sniper said as Engineer handed him his glass of water. Spending all day up in his roost in the hot desert sun and drinking coffee to keep his Jarate supply in top shape made him parched and the nice cold water made him feel almost a million times better. “Fuck man, I'm on your side! I'm just fucking around with you, God!†Scout huffed as he sipped at his own drink. God, water was so boring. “I know, mate; we're just poking fun at you. No need to get your underwear all bunched up.†Sniper said as he polished off his glass of water. Without even asking he poured himself another glass, gulping it down just as fast as the first. “Easy there, Stretch; you don't want to be drinking too fast. You'll hurt your stomach.†Engineer said as he took a hearty swig of water. To prove his point, Sniper began to cough. A gulp of water had gone down the wrong pipe. Sniper whacked himself on the chest before clearing his throat. “Careful man; if Doc hears you coughing, then he might have an excuse to rip your lungs out. I'm telling you, that guy's kind of weird. He stays in the Infirmary all the time, and he hangs out with Heavy too much. Hey...†Scout started, a thoughtful look spreading onto his boyish face. “Maybe Medic and Heavy are the queer fairy ass-fags! Maybe they fuck each other at night!†Scout declared, looking at both Sniper and Engineer. Silence ruled the table for several moments before Engineer spoke up, looking Scout right in the eyes. “That is probably the dumbest thing I have ever heard, Scout. And there you go makin' assumptions again! What Medic and Heavy do is their own business, not ours.†Engineer said, taking another sip of the water. “He's right about him being a spook, though... I mean, have you ever seen the way he looks at you during a physical? It's just downright creepy.†Sniper said, setting his glass down and rubbing his fingers over his eyes. Odd; he suddenly felt very tired... Normally, he was wide awake during this time of the evening. Maybe it was his age finally catching up with him. Fuck, he hoped he wouldn't start turning in around four o'clock in the afternoon like his old man. “That's what I mean! He gives you funny looks and shit when he's touching you!†Scout said, a sudden sick feeling creeping into his stomach. It almost felt like he needed to burp, but he wasn't able to. He gulped a little bit and prayed that he wouldn't blow chunks all over the Mess Hall table. “He's a doctor, for Christ's sake Scout. He needs to have a keen eye for this sort of thing, you know. He's just looking out for our best interests, that's all.†Engineer said. Scout snorted at this and begun to twirl his half empty glass of water onto the table. “What the fuck ever, man. I still think he's a faggy creep who wants to fuck us in our... Shit!†Scout cursed as the glass tipped over, spilling water all over the tabletop. He jumped up to avoid having water spill onto his lap, Engineer staring at him from behind his goggles. “You'd better clean that up before Soldier comes in here and decides to tan your hide for makin' a mess.†Engineer said sternly. Sniper said nothing; he seemed to be staring off into space. “Yeah yeah yeah, I'm going.†Scout said as he headed into the kitchen to get a spare dish rag to clean up the spreading puddle before it spilled over onto the floor. However, once he got into the kitchen, he was surprised to see that both Medic and Heavy were in there already. Heavy seemed to be making sandwiches for both himself and Medic, and was in the process of spreading mayonnaise onto slices of white bread. “...What are you two doing in here?†Scout asked as he stared at them for a moment. Medic just smiled as Heavy seemingly ignored him and continued to make sandwiches. “I could be asking the same thing of you, Herr Scout.†He said simply as Scout broke the stare and continued to hunt for the ever elusive dish rag. While he was searching in the cabinets, he couldn't shake the feeling of Medic watching his every move. That, and his stomach was really starting to feel like shit. His legs felt slightly heavy too, like they were being filled up with lead. Scout wondered if he was coming down with some sort of bug like the flu or something. Eventually, he found the dish rag. As he left the kitchen, Medic flashed him another smile, this one just slightly softer. “Fag...†Scout whispered under his breath as he swung the door open to go back into the Mess Hall. The scene that stood before him was... Scout's brain couldn't even comprehend it at first. Sniper was slumped over onto the table, the right side of his face resting in the puddle of water that was now seeping onto the floor. Engineer was sitting on the tiled floor of the Mess Hall, his back resting on the bench seat that was attached to the table. His hardhat was less than a foot away and Engineer's head was wobbling loosely, almost like the bobble-head figurine in Sniper's van. “Engie? Hardhat, what's the matter with you?!†Scout said as he dropped the dish rag onto the floor, moving and crouching down to Engineer's level. He couldn't see his eyes due to the goggles, and he took Engineer by the shoulders and lightly shook him. “I...I'm tired...I'm just so doggone tired...†Engineer slurred, his voice coming out as a mumble. Panic was beginning to fill Scout as he shook Engineer once more. “Hey man, don't do this! Seriously, what the fuck's the matter with you?!†Scout said, feeling his own voice beginning to crack. A soft clacking noise came from behind him, and he turned around to see both Medic and Heavy now in the Mess Hall. Scout felt a wave of relief wash over him; Medic could figure out what the fuck was wrong with Sniper and Engineer. “Doc! Doc, something's wrong with Snipes and Hardhat!†Scout said, the sick feeling in his stomach beginning to intensify. The waves of relief began to quickly die down as Medic smiled at him once more, kneeling down to where he was level with Engineer's face. “I know, Scout.†Medic said as he lifted the goggles up and rested them on Engineer's forehead. Medic gently lifted one of the lids to Engineer's now closed eyes, and Scout was alarmed to see that Engineer was actually unconscious. “W-what the fuck did you do to them?!†Scout asked as he stood up, looking back and forth between Heavy and Medic. Medic simply rested Engineer's goggles back over his eyes and proceeded to examine Sniper. “I gave them Rohypnol, Herr Scout. They just didn't know it.†Medic said as he took off Sniper's aviators, stowing them away in the pocket of his lab coat. Scout could feel his heart hammering away like he had just drank sixteen cans of BONK! in a row on an empty stomach. “Ro-what?! What the fuck is that?!†Scout said, his voice cracking as he felt bile rising up his throat. Medic didn't bother looking at him as he lifted up Sniper's eyelids. He too seemed to be out cold and unaware of what was going on. “Rohypnol, Scout. Also known as the Rape Drug. It causes drowsiness, dizziness, disorientation, und memory loss,†he said as he patted Sniper's cheek in what was supposed to be an affectionate manner, but only fueled Scout's fear further. “F-fucking Hell! Crazy! You're fucking crazy!†Scout stuttered as he attempted to stand up, only to collapse to the cold floor. His head was spinning so fast, it was almost like he had been on the Tilt-a-Whirl from Hell. It felt like his muscles wouldn't do what he wanted them to do; his legs were heavy and wouldn't move or help him to run away from the crazy fucked-up doctor. “Heavy, mein Kuschelbär? Please do me a favor und drag Engineer und Sniper to the Infirmary? I'll be with you shortly.†Medic said as he watched Scout attempt to drag himself across the floor, foamy vomit dripping from his mouth as he made unintelligible noises. He thought he could make out the word “Soldier†but he couldn't be too sure. “Da, Doktor. I can be doing this.†Heavy said as he placed both hands underneath Engineer's armpits, proceeding to easily drag him out of the Mess Hall. Medic withdrew the syringe from his pocket with an eerie calmness and flicked the syringe to rid it of any air bubbles. Scout noticed this, as his eyes grew wide and he made small panicked noises akin to a small animal about to be trodden on. “No...No no no...Please no...†Medic heard Scout say as he stood over the terrified boy. He simply grabbed a fistful of Scout's shirt and locked his upper body in between his legs, keeping a tight hold onto the panicked Scout. Scout was whimpering loudly, clawing at Medic's trousers and boots as his feet kicked uselessly against the floor. Eventually he ceased his struggling, the Rohypnol finally taking effect on his muscles. He occasionally made soft noises but he was pretty much relaxed against Medic's legs. With careful precision, Medic injected the syringe into the back of Scout's neck near the base of his skull and pushed down on the plunger. Scout whimpered for a few moments before his eyes rolled into the back of his head, his eyelids closing as he went completely limp in Medic's grip. Gently, Medic lowered the unconscious Scout to the floor as he pulled the now empty syringe out of him. With a small sigh of relief, Medic casually walked over to the table and sat down next to Sniper. He would be sure to dispose of the water after he got his patients settled in the Infirmary. With a wide smile and a contented sigh, Medic waited for Heavy to return.
Holy crap.. i'm kind of surprised Heavy is going along with this. (captcha: splice. oneLime o_O)
>>25 There's a reason that I'm making Heavy go along with this. It's to kind of show that he has an attached at the hip relationship with Medic, no matter how creepy or fucked up he is. Heavy sticks by him and pretty much willingly complies with whatever Medic wants him to do.
OH GOD NO I want to read this, because it's so well-written, but... Oh jeez, I know of the movie, and... that is definitely just one step beyond my comfort zone. Aw man.
oh dear... I cringe and feel awful for scout having to go through that... but i started and now i cant stop please must see next chap soon .
Chapter 3 is currently in the works, but I have a question that is important. Does anybody have an ACCURATE online translator? I HATE relying upon Google Translate because it's terribly inaccurate. (Captcha: civil ifeBras)
Er... accurate online? The only thing i can think of is posting a language request on the chan and hoping a bilingual patron is willing to offer their assistance. Sad to say, but google has been more accurate than most.
Umm...I have a German dictionary and a "Teach yourself German" book, if that counts.
>>30 Looks like I'll stick with requests and google. >>31 Now that makes me want to grab one from the local bookstore.
You could download the Rosetta Stone demo for German, but it might be a bit limited for accurate translating. Also I'm loving this story, even though the descriptions of what's happened to Scoot makes me cringe. But I guess this is supposed to be a horror story, so that's...good!
>>33 Just wait until chapter 3. I've sent it to Hybrid and it should be up soon.
Looked it up wondering what number 27 was talking about. Now I know what it is... I agree, this is beyond what I can like. No this is too far for me. Damn the good writing though. Oh well, hope others with...more suitable, horror, and disturbing minds like this!
Badda-bing, badda-boom! Here's chapter 3! Thank you once again Hybrid for all of your help! --- When Scout first awoke, the first thing he noticed was just how dim the room was. He had first proceeded to try and open his eyes, which felt heavy and uncooperative. It was almost like trying to bench-press a million pounds with just his eyelids, and this annoyed him. Man, I must have pounded a couple too many last night... Scout thought as he forced his eyes open. He hoped that he hadn't been too shitfaced and ended up in the enemy base again. The last time that happened, he had awoken stark-naked with the enemy Pyro prodding his bare ass (which had been arched up in the air) with its flamethrower. As one could predict, Scout had been torched to kingdom come. Spy had laughed and made fun of him for almost an entire week before Scout got fed up with the Frenchman's insults one evening and unloaded his Scattergun into him. Spy didn't laugh at him anymore after that. Scout went to rub at his sleep filled eyes, the sandy feeling irritating the fuck out of him. That was when he discovered that he couldn't raise his hands up to his face. That's odd... Scout thought as he finally looked down to see what was holding his hands back. If it was at all possible, Scout could have sworn that his heart had stopped. He was lying in a hospital bed, covered in a white blanket. His hands and legs were restrained to the side rails of the bed, his arms slightly extended to his sides. He was now wearing a blue patients gown, similar to the one he had worn when he had his first physical upon joining Builder's League United. Scout had to bite back a cry of revulsion when he spied the IV needle taped into his right arm, dripping a clear fluid from the plastic bag that was hanging from the stand. As he had noted earlier, the room was dim. The fluorescent lights above had been dimmed either for effect or because the two other “patients†next to Scout were currently sleeping. “Engie! Hey, Hardhat! Wake up!†Scout called out, finding out that his voice was small and scared. He was beginning to drip in a cold sweat as he stared at Engineer. He too was restrained with an IV needle in his arm. Scout could see that his goggles were gone, most likely confiscated along with the rest of his clothes. Scout called out a few more times before Engineer finally began to stir from his sleep. He groaned a sleepy sort of groan that reminded Scout of when he was forced to wake his oldest brother who liked to sleep past noon. Engineer's gray eyes squinted slightly as he too tried to open them. “...The Hell...†He mumbled as he struggled to sit up, his arms and legs restrained as well. Engineer's eyes fully opened after several moments of grumbling and grunting. And when they opened, they went wide when he saw the restraints. “What in Sam Hill? What the Hell is going on?!†Engineer said, his voice rising in a sort of confused panic. He tugged at his restraints to find that they were secured tightly. “What the Hell is this?!†A new voice chimed in from the other side of Engineer's bed. This one belonged to Sniper, and he sounded more infuriated than afraid. Scout could hear him struggling against his restraints with grunts and even some growls. “What the fuck is this?! What kind of sick fucking joke is being played here?!†Sniper almost bellowed as he tugged and pulled, causing his bed to shake around. Scout had to squint his eyes when the lights suddenly brightened. When the brightness had faded, Scout could see Medic standing in the doorway with Heavy standing right behind him. “Doc! What the fuck are you doing?!†Scout screamed as the sweat began to drip down his face and body, causing the blue gown to stick to the skin on his back. “What in the name of God are you doing to us?!†Engineer said as he looked Medic right in the eyes. Sniper chose to not ask Medic what was currently going on; he chose to use several curse words and continued to try and break free from his restraints. Medic only smiled as Heavy walked into another part of the Infirmary. He came back dragging a slide projector and a box of slide frames. Medic continued to smile as he pulled down a projection screen, either enjoying or ignoring the cries of terror coming from his teammates. Heavy pulled the projector up to where it would properly display the slides that Medic was proceeding to place into the projector. “Doc! Why are you doing this?! What the fuck is this?!†Scout screamed once more as Heavy stood off to the side, crossing his arms over his chest. “You fucking wanker! Untie us now, dammit!†Sniper demanded as he continued his barrage of thrashing, kicking his legs around as much as he could. Medic smiled warmly at his panicked patients and dimmed the lights once more. He held a finger up in front of his lips and shushed, signaling them to be quiet for a few moments. Both Scout and Engineer fell silent with the exception of a few whimpers, while Sniper continued to ask what was going on. “Hallo, meine Patienten! I am the BLU Medic, as you already know. I used to be a doctor in Stuttgart, and I was very well known and renown. Unfortunately, I lost my medical license when my last patient woke up und found out that his entire skeleton was missing.†Medic said cheerfully, the smile not even showing a hint of leaving his face. Scout was starting to feel sick to his stomach, and he could see the look of terror on Engineer's face. “You crazy bugger! I swear to God that you're gonna meet the blade of my kukri when I get outta here!†Sniper said over Medic as he continued to talk to them. “About six months ago, I designed a never before seen operation on three of our Guard Dogs. I turned the three Guard Dogs into a magnificent und breathtaking Drei-Hund; a three-hound construction if you will.†Medic said as he turned on the projector, the picture taking up the projection screen. Scout had to bite back a cry of disgust and Engineer only muttered. “...What the Hell?†The three Guard Dogs were looking up at the taker of the picture, only they didn't look right. The dogs that were behind the dog in the front had their faces bandaged up with thick white gauze, their brown eyes showing terror and pain. Scout realized that the second dog was stitched to the first dog's... Oh God...He was stitched to his ass. The second dog was stitched to the first dog's ass by his mouth. And the same was with the third dog. It was the most fucked up thing that Scout had ever seen in his entire life. Had Medic really done this? Had he really stitched three dogs together ass-to-mouth? “Ah, but I am getting off track. The good news is that the three of you are lucky und have matching tissues.†Medic said as he turned away from them to take a moment to pet the picture of the fucked-up dog thing. Sniper let out a full-blown scream of anger and clenched his fists to the point where he could feel his nails digging into his palms. Scout could begin to feel tears stinging his eyes. He didn't care about the fact that it was undignified of a dude to cry; this situation called for it. Engineer followed Scout's lead and began to cry himself, his gray eyes wide and terrified. “I will only explain this beautiful und wunderbar procedure once, so please do pay attention. You know that I don't like to repeat myself. Isn't that right, mein Heavy?†Medic crooned to Heavy, who was still standing off to the side near the light switch on the wall. Heavy nodded and looked at the three “patients†with a stern look. “Da. Doktor does not like repeating, so be shutting your mouths.†Heavy said as he leaned back against the wall, returning Medic's smile with his own. “Sehr gut. Now then...†Medic transitioned a slide to a drawing of some body parts that none of them understood or even knew about. “We will start with cutting the ligamentum patellae, which are the ligaments of the kneecaps. This particular ligament allows knee extension, but it will no longer be able to extend after it is cut.†Medic said with a smile as Scout allowed a sob to escape his throat. Engineer was way ahead of him in the crying department and had rivers of tears pouring down his cheeks. Medic changed the slide once more, this one depicting three cartoon people on their hands and knees. “We will also pull the central incisors, lateral incisors, und canines from patients B und C. These will be pulled from the upper und lower jaws.†Medic said as Sniper stared in disbelief at his fellow captives for a brief moment. He then continued on with his tirade, thrashing hard enough to move the bed a few inches away from the wall as Medic changed the slide. “Shut your fucking mouth and untie me, you whack-job!†Sniper screamed, ignoring the stern look that Heavy gave to him. “The lips from B und C und the anus of A und B will be cut circular along the border between skin and mucosa, the mucus cutaneous zone.†Medic explained while pointing to a picture of what Scout could only be described as a person's asshole, the picture next to it of a human head with a dotted line along the mouth. Now Scout was fully crying in fear. He wanted his Mom, his brothers...Hell, he'd take scrubbing toilets in a maximum security prison over this! “Two pedicellated grafts will be prepared and lifted from the underlying tissue.†Medic said, pausing long enough for Sniper to let out another scream that was accompanied with a growl. Engineer and Scout stared at the image of what looked like skin being lifted off of someone's ass cheeks, yet not being completely severed. This was looking worse and worse with each passing slide. “V-shaped incisions below the chins of B und C up to their cheeks...†Another slide transition. “connecting the circular mucosa und skin parts of anus und mouth from A to B und B to C.†Medic explained with that smile still plastered onto his face as he proudly showed off a picture of a human's head being fused with another's ass. Engineer half-sobbed and half-screamed in a hysterical tone. “Connecting the pedicellated grafts to the chin-cheek incisions from A to B und B to C...†Medic continued as Sniper suddenly began to babble softly. “Wh...What the fuck are you yammering about? Do you really think you'll get away with this?†Sniper asked in horrified disbelief, revulsion filling him up. “This will create a Siamese triplet connected via the gastric system.†Medic said as he showed a slide showing three cartoon humans fused together, a squiggly line drawn in the middle of them to symbolize intestines. It was at this point that Engineer and Scout began to tremble violently, Engineer's face red and strained from crying so much. “Ingestion will start with A, passing through the intestines of B, to the excretion of C.†Medic explained in a quiet and amazed tone. Sniper began to retch and cough, and he had to force himself to not projectile vomit right then and there. Scout then fully realized what was going on. He knew why Medic had them tied down to beds like this. He was going to turn them into a fucked up...A fucked up three-person, just like he had done to the three Guard Dogs. “Oh my God...†Scout whispered in a terrified voice as Engineer sobbed, tears and snot running down his face. “You will be...A Human Centipede. Und you will be spectacular.†Medic said as he smiled at them. Scout shook his head back and forth in denial as he sobbed in tune with Engineer. “No way...Doc, you're not serious, are you?†Scout sobbed as Medic turned off the projector, Heavy turning the lights back on. “We will begin the procedure in about an hour und a half. Right now, Heavy und I need to prepare.†Medic said as Heavy rolled the projector away into the adjacent room. Sniper let out a strangled scream as Scout openly sobbed, wishing that he was safe at home with his Mom and brothers.
*trembles* Nice use of terminology. The way everyone's reacting is absolutely perfect. Now I want to keep reading but at the same time I feel quite afraid. Question- how much of this is going to be like the movie? Just the plot, or just the concept? And, is the 'formation' going to be just like your drawing.
>>37 The story is going to be more like the movie with a lot of my own special twists and features. One example of this is the inclusion of Heavy. I can't reveal too much right now, but both Heavy and Medic will do something to Ze Human Centipede that wasn't featured at all in the film. And regarding the drawing, I didn't do the drawing; Banimal did. And yes, the formation is going to be just like Banimal's drawing. Only, the person who was up front wasn't revealed, so I made the first segment Sniper because it felt fitting for some odd reason.
After I finished projectile vomiting I wiped my mouth off in order to say this: this is brilliant. Keep going. I dunno if I'm gonna read it though. I might have to chicken out. I only got through the movie because I didn't care about any of the victims, and I'm much fonder of these guys. ...However, for some sick reason I find the idea of Drei-Hund unutterably cute.
I've never seen the movie so... I'm pretty excited for the next chapter.
>>39 Eh, I've been getting that reaction from this story lately, so no worries. >>40 You should check the movie out; it's so sick and twisted and...Oh, I'll just let you figure it out. I don't want to spoil too much of it for you.
Saw the idea on the Oekaki a while back and I must say, it looks great so far! I'm not really "into" the whole human centipede thing by itself, but I am a fan of the movie and I can thankfully read/watch/hear anything without getting squeamish. And so I am able to appreciate any good story/picture/movie without fear. And this seems to be going in a very interesting and exciting direction. Also a random question; Have you had any thoughts about respawn being involved? (Well you probably have and I'll feel stupid in a bit if you answer back) Will it be disabled? Or kept on? Or will they just not die and eventually be replaced because nobody knows where they went? etc. Or will it be a surprise?
>>42 That's good to know that you can read/watch/hear this particular fic! Makes me feel warm and strangely fuzzy on the inside. Yes, I have thought very heavily on the subject of Respawn. I am currently debating on having Ze Human Centipede keep only one Respawn chip between the three of them (it will most likely end up in Sniper) Oh, but I can't ruin anymore of it for you! It's top secret and very hush hush right now!
>>38 "I can't reveal too much right now, but both Heavy and Medic will do something to Ze Human Centipede that wasn't featured at all in the film." Oh sweet Jesus Christ.....No, no!
>>44 Well this IS Adult Fan fiction after all. >>42 "(it will most likely end up in Sniper)" Ha ha, I think I know "how" too... Keep it up, this is so horrifying I can't look away.
Sorry. It needs to be bumped.
>>46 I thank you for the bump, Anonymous. Also, sorry for lack of updates; my classes have been VERY demanding and I am currently debating on if I need an operation to fix my nose sometime in December. But I promise that I will work on the next chapter this weekend!
This fanfic is creeping me out... What will happen ? Only time will tell ;.;
Are you writing the fic just like the movie or are you going to change it up a bit?
>>49 As stated earlier, I'm making it more like the movie, but I'm adding in a lot of my own special touches. It would be dreadfully boring if it was 100% the movie, which is why I'm giving it some of my own scenes/events.
I am SO sorry for the long wait for the next chapter! This is somewhat short, so I hope this will tide you guys over until I get the next one up! Thanks again, Hybrid! --- Scout was instantly on high alert when both Medic and Heavy came back into the room an hour and a half later. During the whole time that he was absent, Scout had been trying to convince both Engineer and Sniper that everything would be okay. He was sure that somebody would come around and discover what the Hell was going on and get them the fuck out of there. He was for fucking sure that Medic would be terminated from Builder's League United and thrown into a funny farm, preferably one that had maximum security. Scout would quit this fucking war. He was going to quit this war and return home to Boston to be with his mother and brothers. He would get a decent job doing whatever was available. Hell, he would even lick toilet bowls clean if it meant that he would get the fuck out of here. Normally, Scout wasn't one to pray. But shortly before Medic and Heavy came back, he decided that now would be a good fucking time to pray. He prayed like the worst sinner ever. He promised God that he would never fight or pick up a weapon of any sort ever again. He promised to go to church every day for the rest of his life if God would only get him the fuck out of there. But it didn't seem like the good Lord was listening to him, for Medic was pushing a small medical cart in front of him as Heavy obediently followed him like a dog would follow his master. He went over to Sniper's bedside, Sniper looking at him with terror and fury. God, please God! Get us the fuck out of here! Please, I'll never do anything war-related ever again! Just please get us out of here before Medic turns us into a fucked-up three-person! Please God! Please! Scout mentally begged as he watched Medic pick up a syringe off of the tray that was filled with a milky fluid. Sniper's face immediately turned from one mixed with terror and fury to one that was only filled with terror. Medic loomed over him as he allowed Sniper to have a good look at the syringe in his hand. “Here you are, Herr Sniper. This is Propofol-†Medic started as he took the valve that was attached to Sniper's IV tube into his hand, Sniper cutting his sentence off with a stream of babbling. “Hey! W-what the bloody Hell are you doing?!†Sniper said, his tone displaying a fear that Scout didn't think possible for Sniper to possess. Medic simply paid him no mind as he stuck the needle into the valve. “It's for the general anesthesia.†Medic finished as he pushed the plunger down, completely emptying the syringe. That's when Sniper started to cry. It sounded like he was being strangled, and it was horrible for both Scout and Engineer to hear. Scout had never heard Sniper cry; he simply thought that he was incapable of showing such a strong emotion. Seeing Sniper bawling like a terrified child sent chills through Scout. Medic seemed to be trying to gently shush him, petting Sniper's head in a soothing sort of manner that made Scout feel sick to his stomach. “Please stop...†Sniper choked out, his voice becoming slurred and faint. Scout could see Sniper's eyes beginning to droop closed, his body slowly going limp against the mattress of the bed. His sobs were growing softer and softer until they finally fell silent. He watched as Sniper was now fully relaxed on the bed, his eyes closed and his mouth hanging slightly open. Medic gave Sniper's arm a sharp pinch, giving a satisfied smile when Sniper didn't wake up and react to the pinch. “Sehr gute, sehr gute. Oh this is coming along so splendidly, mein Heavy! Please roll Sniper into the operating room und prepare him; I'll be along to help you shortly.†Medic said in an excited tone as he gave Heavy an affectionate smile. Heavy returned the smile and went over to the bed, pushing a gurney to the other side of the bed. Heavy carefully lifted the unconscious Sniper onto the gurney along with the IV, and left with him to the adjacent room. “No!†Engineer shrieked as Medic began to roll the cart over to his bed. Panic seized the two men as they both began to struggle against the restrains once again. Engineer looked over at Scout, his eyes pleading with him for some form of help. “Scout! Oh God, Scout!†Engineer cried as Medic picked up another Propofol filled syringe. Scout wanted to help; he wanted to break them free and get them the fuck out of there. God, Scout felt so fucking helpless! He couldn't do anything tied down like this! Unless... “Herr Engineer, don't cry so! You saw how fast Sniper went out; this part won't hurt you at all!†Medic tried to console his crying patient as he picked up the valve. Engineer completely ignored him and continued to look at Scout. Tears and snot were running down his face as his body shook in violent terror. “Scout! Scout, help me! Don't let him do this to me! Please Scout!†Engineer sobbed loudly. Scout seemed to suddenly have an epiphany. He quickly looked over the restraint that held his left wrist down to the bed. He noticed that Medic hadn't secured it enough and if he could just reach down and bite down on the leather strap poking up, he could pull himself free! Suppressing a groan from the mild pain he was feeling in his lower back, Scout bent down and seized the strap in his teeth. Fuck! This was harder than he thought! He tugged as hard as he could, and had to stop himself from smiling a victory smile when he felt the strap beginning to loosen from the buckle. Engineer's sobbing was growing louder as Medic injected the medicine into the IV valve. It sounded considerably worse than Sniper's own sobbing scream, and it only spurred Scout to keep on going. “I wanna go home! Please help me, God!†Engineer sobbed in anguish as Medic gently stroked his face, wiping away his tears with his thumb. Almost...Almost...Got it! Scout thought triumphantly as the strap loosened enough for him to wrench his hand out of the restraint. He could hear Engineer's sobbing growing softer as he reached over to his right hand to free himself. Just as he freed his right hand, he could see that Engineer had closed his eyes, his body falling back slowly onto the bed. Excited panic gripped Scout as he bent forward to free his ankles. He only had a few seconds to spare before Medic could see what was going on and call Heavy back in there to give him assistance in re-restraining Scout. Don't fuck this up... Just don't fucking fuck this up! Scout thought wildly as he freed his right ankle and proceeded onto the remaining one. Medic gave Engineer a pinch to see if he would awaken, and smiled when he didn't. Just as Medic was about to turn around to check on Scout, Scout had managed to free himself. He swung his legs over the safety rails on the side of the bed and jumped off of it, feeling his bare feet touching the cold tiled floor. Freedom was his! He was going to get the fuck out of here and get some fucking help, whether it was from his own teammates or somebody from the RED team. Fuck, he didn't care who! So long as they would come and help! A horrendous ripping pain erupted in Scout's right arm, causing him to cry out and stumble a bit. He almost stumbled right into Medic, who was staring at him with amazement and fury. Scout realized that he had forgotten about the IV needle in his right arm, and he had just ripped a large bleeding line up his arm. For just one moment, he and Medic stared at each other. Medic's eyes were wide behind his glasses, and Scout's were terrified and filled with tears. Scout remembered that he was supposed to run away. “Herr Scout! Have you gone crazy?!†Medic shouted after him as Scout bolted out of the room. He felt blood steadily seeping down his arm, but the rush of adrenaline made him forget about the pain of accidentally ripping the IV needle out of his arm. His feet padded loudly on the floor as he ran, hearing Medic screaming at him. “Get back in that bed und take your medicine!†Medic screamed as he flipped the cart over, causing it to give out a loud metallic crash. Medic stood there for a few moments, seething with rage. He was sure that he had secured those restraints good and tight! There was no way that Scout could have escaped! “Doktor, what happened?†Heavy asked as he came into the room, most likely reacting to the sound of the medical cart being flipped over. Medic was shaking violently due to the amount of rage that he was currently feeling. Heavy looked around and noticed that Scout was missing, fresh blood spattered on the floor. “Does doktor need help in getting tiny Scout?†Heavy asked as he cracked his knuckles loudly, a sound that was absolutely revolting to Medic. No, it would be no good to send Heavy after Scout. He would most likely end up punching his face inside-out like he did to that RED Demoman last week. Medic took a few quiet breaths, feeling his anger simmering down. “Nein, Heavy. I will take care of it myself. Make sure that you prepare Engineer as well. Und don't forget to scrub up like I showed you!†Medic said as he adjusted his glasses. Heavy simply nodded and did what Medic had asked of him. There were not a lot of places that Scout could hide from him; he had conveniently left a trail of blood for him to follow. But first, a quick trip to Sniper's room was in order.
This story gives me the creeps. I still can't tell if I like it or not, but do continue o.o
I haven’t watched The Human Centipede, so this is all new to me and very creepy! I have a vague idea of what’s in store for Medic’s ‘patients’, but I’m sure you’ll manage to freak me out even so. I’m looking forward to it! A tiny, tiny nitpick (god, I feel so awful about picking at everyone’s medical fics today – I’m sorry!): Propofol didn’t exist in 1968; it didn’t go on clinical trial until 1977. Medic would most likely have used sodium thiopental instead, and this would indeed have caused the symptoms and effects you describe. That’s just me being anal, though. Please keep up the good work!
>>53 I did not know that, Anon! Thank you very much for informing me about this! The more you know! I'll be careful to not make anymore mistakes like that again!
This is great so far - I am VERY interested, having not seen the movie. Please update this soon!
Run Scout! Run as fast as your legs can carry you!
>>51 "Herr Scout! Have you gone crazy?!" For some reason I laughed so hard at this. Even though I feel terrified for poor Scout. Run Scout, run as fast as your legs can go!
Brief update guys: I will be out of town for a wedding this weekend, and although I'm taking my laptop with me, I am unsure if I will be able to access any internet at the hotel I will be staying at. If I DO happen to have internet access, I will definitely be emailing the next chapter to Hybrid for proof-reading. If not, please sit tight and wait sometime until Sunday or Monday for the next chapter. I apologize in advance!
> 58 Thanks for the heads up! No apologies needed
Lesson learned; while nursing a hang-over due to getting drunk for the first time the night before at a wedding reception, don't shoot a 20-gauge shotgun without putting in some earplugs. Wit that being said, here's chapter 5. Thanks again, Hybrid! - - - Scout wasn't sure how much longer he could keep on running. Every single exit he had tried, locked. Every window he tried opening was locked. The Medical Wing was a maze to him; he rarely ventured here. The only other time he had been here was for his physical upon arriving at BLU, and he had gotten lost for well over an hour. Beads of sweat dripped from his forehead as he continued to run, his hand sticky with blood. Everything he touched with that hand was smeared with it, the red clashing horribly with the sterile white of the Medical Wing. How the fuck am I supposed to get out of here? Everything is locked! Scout thought dismally as his arm throbbed. Had Medic locked all of these doors himself? Had he known that one of them would attempt to escape? Or was he afraid of being discovered by the rest of the team, so he had locked the doors as a result? Footsteps behind him caused Scout to freeze on the spot. Stupidly, he thought that perhaps a member of his team had heard them screaming and had come to investigate what was going on. His breathing came in erratically as he heard the footsteps coming closer and closer. “S-Soldier? Is that-†Scout started, but suddenly found his voice frozen. There stood Medic at the end of the hallway, his face no longer holding any creepy affection. It was now serious and utterly terrifying. And he was holding a rather large rifle in his hands. And as Scout stared, Medic brought it up and aimed at Scout through the scope. He smiled. Scout gave a squeak that sounded like a mouse being trodden upon and bolted for the nearest door. Thank God! It was unlocked! Scout's bloodied hand nearly slipped from the door handle, but he regained his grip and pulled the door open just as Medic put his finger on the trigger of the rifle. He bolted into the room, not caring about who or what was in there. If it was away from Medic, then it was good. He suddenly found himself pitching forward, the strong smell of chlorine assaulting his nose. He looked down long enough to notice that he was falling into a swimming pool, the water shimmering and still. “FUCK!†he screamed just as he hit the surface of the water. He got a mouthful of chlorinated water in his mouth, his eyes beginning to sting from the chlorine. The blood that was still seeping from his wound was now flowing into the water, clouding the pool water up just slightly. Remembering that he needed air, Scout surfaced. He gasped for air as he skimmed the surface, looking for a way out. The pool wasn't as big as the one in the main base, so Scout had to figure that Medic had it installed for himself in the Medical Wing. Part of him wanted to say that he was a greedy bastard for getting his own swimming pool, but he didn't have the time to dwell upon such thoughts. Medic had just entered the pool room, rifle still in hand and that smile still upon his face. His boots clicked on the tile floor as he slowly walked around the pool, Scout watching and following his every move as he gasped for air. Medic eventually stopped, staring and smiling at Scout. Scout felt his heart hammering, hearing the blood rushing in his ears. “P-please, Doc...†Scout said, sobs escaping his mouth as Medic tilted his head at the terrified young man. His smile remained, despite Scout's pleading. “Why the Hell are you doing this, Doc?!†Scout sobbed out as he treaded the water. Medic didn't seem to have heard what Scout said. That, or he just didn't care. He raised the rifle up and aimed at Scout again. Scout turned his head away, not wanting to see the bullet coming to end his life. If Medic was going to kill him instead of turning him into a fucked up science project, that was fine by him. “Oh, Herr Scout... Don't tell me that you think I'm going to kill you. That would break my heart...†Medic crooned softly as he lowered the rifle. Scout looked at him quizzically; why the fuck was he pointing a rifle at him and saying that he wasn't going to kill him? “Oh, my poor Scout! Don't worry your beautiful head! It's just a sedation rifle! You've seen this particular one before, too. It belongs to Herr Sniper, so please don't tell him that I have it. I'm just borrowing it for a little bit.†Medic exclaimed in a sympathetic tone as he showed the rifle to Scout. Scout could see the feathers decorating the barrel of the rifle, and he came to realize that it did indeed belong to Sniper. He had called it the Sydney Sleeper or something like that; he didn't care to remember. “Just hold very still... I don't want to accidentally shoot you in one of your eyes. I promise that it will only sting for a moment, und then you'll be out like a light.†Medic said as he once more took aim at Scout. Scout dove underneath the water to keep Medic from shooting him with the rifle. The chlorine once again stung his eyes as he watched Medic continue to point the Sydney Sleeper at him, his image all warped and fucked up due to Scout looking at him from underneath the water. Medic was walking to the left... Where was he going? Scout couldn't hold his breath anymore, his lungs screaming for air. Scout surfaced with a pained gasp, his slightly blurry eyes focusing on Medic. He didn't have the gun pointed at him this time; he was just staring at him with half-lidded eyes behind his glasses. “Just fucking off me, Doc! Just fucking do it! I'd rather be fucking dead!†Scout screamed, trying his best to hide a sob. He wanted his Mom! He wanted her to hold him, to tell him that everything was okay! He wanted to drink her hot cocoa while she gave him a back rub like she had done when he had been sick! He had to bite back the urge to scream for her, and it was goddamn difficult. “Scout, I am very sad to hear that you wish for me to terminate your life. Don't you understand how valuable you are to this experiment, Scout?†Medic said as he knelt down to face Scout. Scout sobbed a few quiet sobs as Medic looked him right in the eyes, his expression telling him that he meant business and would not appreciate anymore interruption. “I'll tell you something, Herr Scout. One of the Guard Dogs also tried to escape, just like you. He ran out of his cage when I went to go sedate him. It took me und Heavy hours to find him. Once we caught him und sedated him, I forced him to take the middle position. Do you know why that is, Scout?†Medic asked Scout, looking at him as if he expected Scout to give him the correct answer right away. Scout shook his head, his brain hurting from the simple action. His head was hurting so much from a mixture of crying and panicking. “I gave it to him because this position, the healing pains are twice as painful. You should have seen how that dog suffered for his disobedience; I had to sever his vocal cords at one point just because he wouldn't stop howling in pain.†Medic said, giving Scout an icy look. Scout had this horrible feeling that somehow this particular story was going to pertain to him. “Do you regret your little escape attempt, Scout? You know what, don't answer that. I'm very thankful that you tried, because now I know what position you are going to take. I now know definitely that you will be the middle segment. Consider this your punishment, Scout. You should have stayed in your bed und taken your medicine.†Medic said, his tone lightening up into one that was all too cheerful to inform Scout of his impending doom. If Scout wasn't in the swimming pool, he would have fainted right there. His situation had just gotten 150 times worse, and he was for sure that the number would keep on climbing with each passing second. “Please kill me, Doc! I'd rather die than become your little fucked-up science project!†Scout warbled, his voice no longer holding the confidence that he usually had. He could hear Medic sigh and watched him rub his eyes with his fingers out of frustration. “Why do you insist upon your demise, Scout? If you come out of that pool right now und allow me to dress your wound, I promise to give you as much morphine as your body will allow after the operation. That will take a vast majority of the pain away. All you need to do is get out of the pool. That's it.†Medic said, holding a hand out to Scout. He had a small smile on his face, and he was using the rifle to hold himself up. “Please, Herr Scout? You are so precious und valuable to this procedure. Do it for me?†Medic coaxed, wiggling his hand a little bit. Scout stared at his extended hand for several seconds before shaking his head. “F-fuck off, Doc.†Scout stuttered, starting to feel cold from being in the swimming pool for so long. He could see Medic's face changing into one of displeasure and disappointment. Medic stood up and straightened his back, the muscles in his jaw clenching in rage. “Fine then, Scout. Have it your way then.†Medic said with a tone that was clearly trying to hide just how furious he was. To Scout's surprise, Medic left the pool room. He just... Up and left the room without another word. Was he letting him go? Was he going to let him escape? Scout waited for a few moments, his ears straining to hear the sounds of footsteps returning. But he didn't hear any. The only sounds he could hear were the sounds of splashing water and his own panicked breathing. Maybe Medic had given up on trying to get him to participate with his “experimentâ€. Or maybe he was going to get Heavy to knock him out with one punch... Who the fuck CARES? He's gone, and now you can get away! Scout thought as he swam over to the ledge of the pool. He gave a grunt of exertion as he pulled himself out of the pool, the weight of his wet patients gown making it difficult to climb out. He stood still for a few minutes as he drip-dried, his ears becoming like radars. Still no sound of Medic or Heavy approaching. Now was his chance! He would find the way out and get Soldier. He knew for certain that Soldier hated Medic with a deep passion, and he would not hesitate to beat the shit out of Medic for messing around with his teammates in such a manner. Hell, he was even willing to bet that Soldier would take on Heavy. With thoughts of Soldier bashing in the heads of Medic and Heavy, Scout proceeded to exit the pool room. Upon leaving, he looked down both halls to see if either of them were waiting to ambush him. They were clear. No sign of Medic or Heavy. It was safe to proceed. Scout walked to the left, following the signs posted on the wall that he hadn't noticed earlier. ↠Exit → Surgical Bay So he was heading the right way! The exit was to the left, and that was where he had been proceeding to already! He could taste the freedom on his lips! He was so close! He could just imagine the conversation between himself and Soldier; it would be so fantastic to see Soldier busting down the door to Medic's office, his Shovel in one hand and his Rocket Launcher in the other. His heart soared when he saw the glowing red EXIT sign hanging above the door. It was like a beacon of hope in the deepest pits of Hell. Scout walked quickly over to the double doors that would grant him his freedom, his feet slapping on the cold tiled floor. Blood continued to steadily ooze out of the wound in his arm, but he could fix that once he got back to his room. He imagined the cheers and approval of both Sniper and Engineer when they realized that Scout had escaped the clutches of the mad doctor so that he could save them. His hand extended towards the handle of one of the doors, his fingertips brushing onto the cool metal... BANG! A sudden and sharp pain struck Scout in his upper right shoulder blade. For some odd reason, Scout suddenly thought about the time that he had gotten stung by a bee when he was a little kid throwing rocks at a bees nest during a family picnic in the park. And then that thought was gone with a terror that gripped him tightly. He reached behind himself and could feel something feathery and hard sticking out of him. It was cool to the touch, and he realized that the hardness was something either metallic or glass. His fingers traced the outline of the foreign object, and he was filled with a dreadful sort of terror when he realized that it was a tranquilizer dart. Already, his head was beginning to get light, and Scout was getting the feeling of floating away. Oh God, he felt tired... So tired... As Scout collapsed to the cold floor, he could hear two sets of footsteps coming up from behind him. It was so hard to concentrate on what was happening... “It's working, mein Heavy.†He heard from somewhere up above him. Scout whimpered softly as he felt a soft moving pressure on his back. “How long, Doktor?†Heavy said as he stooped down to face Scout. He heard Medic give a soft chuckle as Scout continued to whimper. “Not much longer; he'll be out in a few moments.†Medic said as he rubbed Scout's back. Scout was trying his hardest to form a word; just one word. “S-Sol-dier! H-help...†Scout cried out weakly as he felt his eyelids begin to grow heavy, sleep threatening to take over. Once again, Medic chuckled softly as he continued to rub Scout's back. “Don't bother, Herr Scout; Soldier won't hear you. I have no plans on allowing you to leave this ward until I feel you are ready.†Medic crooned softly into Scout's ear as a ringing sound began to fill Scout's ears, muffling Medic's voice. “Let's get him ready for surgery, mein Kuschelbär. We have a long operation ahead of us.†Was the last thing Scout heard before he slipped into a terror-filled slumber.
Brill. I. Ant. Yay! An update! ... eagerly awaiting the next one. It's just the journalist in me, but I noticed that you use periods at the end of quotes instead of commas ("...until I feel you are ready." Medic crooned softly..." instead of "...until I feel you are ready," Medic crooned softly..."). I don't know if this is just a writing style or a quirk or something (I, personally, use dashes instead of semicolons). I've noticed it in other places, and I don't want to sound nitpicky, but I just thought I'd mention it. Anyways, thanks for the update, and please keep them coming! Captcha was 'Assemble Louis.' I am going to call the Scout, Engineer, and Sniper, as the human centipede, 'Louis' from now on.
Not really related to the current chapter, but for some reason I hate Heavy the most out of all of the characters. Probably because he's just following Medic like Igor follows Dr. Frankenstein, and watching his own teammates suffer. I think Medic should have got RED members rather than his own.
>>62 Funny story about that, Kiwi; I was told early on in English class that using commas at the end of quotes is the incorrect way, and she would take off points if we wrote it in such a manner. I questioned her teaching degree greatly. >>63 There is a reason that I don't use the RED members joining in with the BLU members; I essentially view the RED team as, "The Good Guys" while I view the BLU team as, "The Bad Guys". I kind of followed that after I read somewhere that the BLU team is considered to be the villains of the TF2 universe.
That is interesting. I would question her as well... I agree about REDs being the 'Good Guys'... or perhaps simply more the 'main characters', if only because of the Meet the Team videos. But yes, great update, and I am certainly looking forward to more. Thank you, BluScoutMama (and have you seen the Red Spy lately?).
>>65 No, I haven't seen the RED Spy lately. I miss him, too. Also, in regards to the next update guys; it will be short, and there will be some gore and medical terms galore. I'll try and have it up as soon as I can, so bear with me.
Update: I'm working out some of the finer details with Marty, so the next chapter should be up soon. I apologize for the very long wait; writers block is a bitch. I also felt somewhat unmotivated, but now that Halloween has passed, I feel good and I'm rearing to go!
Sorry everyone, but it needs to be bumped. I'm not sure if the story is continuing, but it was my understanding that there would be another chapter. If there's not going to be any more, I'm sorry.
>>68 Thank you for the very much needed bump. In regards to the next chapter, it is in the works, and I apologize for the very long delay. I've been dealing with serious personal and family problems, I just got done with classes (managed to pass them all, but got a D in one of them) and I've been celebrating the holidays. I promise that I will get this next chapter up sometime in January. I once again apologize for the very long delay. Do not fear; I am continuing this story.
Bump.
Hi all. I'm sorry for the lack of updates, and I know that I promised you all a new chapter in January. As you can see, I didn't get it done yet, but there have been some major issues going on in my life. I recovered from a stomach infection just last month that caused me to lose massive amounts of weight in a short time. I've gained that weight back, but I have to be careful for a while. And second, my father's lung cancer has come back and I've devoted about 85% of my time taking care of him. I apologize if the next chapter takes me a while to put up. I promise you that it is in the works (TeratoMarty has seen what I have so far) and I will try and get it up as soon as I get a free moment. Once again, I'm sorry for leaving everybody hanging. Please understand that this is not a dead fic.
Life is more important. You take care of what you need to take care of buddy, we'll wait. And even if you don't get around to it, that's okay, it happens. Take care of yourself.
While I eagerly await the next installment, I also agree with EggWhites. You owe us nothing (in fact, it's more like we owe you for producing this bowl of awesomesauce), and you totally deserve to take as much time off as you need.
As someone that just came into this story yesterday, I've gotta ask - is this still being updated somewhere off the site?
>>74 No, it isn't being updated elsewhere. This is the only location that it's being updated.
damn this is awesome!!
Oh look, another one of those people who likes forum necromancy as a means of trolling.
Ah, yes, the old necromancy word filter. Love it.
Guys, I'd appreciate it if you didn't fight here in my thread. We're all here to get creeped the fuck out, mm'kay? With that being said, here's a tiny nugget that has been unbeta'd, so bear with me. I just hate leaving you all hanging in there for so long, so here's proof that I am working on it. --- Everything was set and ready to go. The sounds of machines beeping was a comforting sound to Medic's ears as he surveyed the setting of his operating room. He first looked over at Sniper, who was lying completely still on his front. If it wasn't for the steady rise and fall of his back as he breathed, one could have assumed that he was not even alive. Sniper had a nasal cannula to assist him in his breathing, and Medic could hear the oxygen flow hissing slightly. Perched upon Sniper's head was a cap to keep his hair out of the operating field and it helped to keep the area sterile (he couldn't risk having even a single strand of hair wind up in one of the incisions). His body was covered in a green surgical sheet, save for the backs of his knees. This was where Medic was going to work first. Medic gently squeezed the back of Sniper's left knee to find his hamstrings. This was the tendon needed to be severed. When the hamstrings were severed, Sniper would not be able to extend his knees ever again. He would never be able to walk ever again, and he would need a wheelchair to get around if he ever managed to separate himself from his two other segments (this would be unlikely; Medic would make sure of it) He pinched the skin of his knee in between his fingers and pulled, tightening the flesh. “Heavy, would you be so kind as to hand me that marker?†Medic said, feeling the warmth of his breath behind his mask. Normally, he wouldn't even bother wearing any form of protective clothing while in his operating room, but this particular procedure called for it. He had donned the green scrubs, the gown, the hat... He had even kicked his birds out of the operating room. Poor Archimedes looked so upset to see that he would have to miss out on this procedure, and he hadn't even eaten the bird seed Medic had left out for him. “Here you are, Doktor.†Heavy said, handing Medic the requested marker. Heavy looked utterly ridiculous in his operating garb, but Medic had insisted upon it. Besides, Heavy knew that a reward was in store for him after the operation.
Ooooh! A reward for Heavy? I wonder what it could be...
Update: I just sent TeratoMarty the next chapter, and hopefully it's finished! Just hang tight guys!
Oh my GOD, it's an actual update. --- Everything was set and ready to go. The sounds of machines beeping was a comforting sound to Medic's ears as he surveyed the setting of his operating room. He first looked over at Sniper, who was lying completely still on his front. If it wasn't for the steady rise and fall of his back as he breathed, one could have assumed that he was not even alive. Sniper had a nasal cannula to assist him in his breathing, and Medic could hear the oxygen flow hissing slightly. Perched upon Sniper's head was a cap to keep his hair out of the operating field and it helped to keep the area sterile (he couldn't risk having even a single strand of hair wind up in one of the incisions). His body was covered in a green surgical sheet, save for the backs of his knees. This was where Medic was going to work first. Medic gently squeezed the back of Sniper's left knee to find his hamstrings. This was the tendon needed to be severed. When the hamstrings were severed, Sniper would not be able to extend his knees ever again. He would never be able to walk ever again, and he would need a wheelchair to get around if he ever managed to separate himself from his two other segments (this would be unlikely; Medic would make sure of it) He pinched the skin of his knee in between his fingers and pulled, tightening the flesh. “Heavy, would you be so kind as to hand me that marker?†Medic said, feeling the warmth of his breath behind his mask. Normally, he wouldn't even bother wearing any form of protective clothing while in his operating room, but this particular procedure called for it. He had donned the green scrubs, the gown, the hat... He had even kicked his birds out of the operating room. Poor Archimedes looked so upset to see that he would have to miss out on this procedure, and he hadn't even eaten the bird seed Medic had left out for him. “Here you are, Doktor.†Heavy said, handing Medic the requested marker. Heavy looked utterly ridiculous in his operating garb, but Medic had insisted upon it. Besides, Heavy knew that a reward was in store for him after the operation. With the utmost precision (mistakes couldn't be tolerated here; not at all) Medic traced a dotted line along the Sniper's hamstrings. He proceeded to do the same to the other one, making sure to be as careful as the last. It would be a quick and painless cut, only requiring about two to four stitches to close the wound. “Which end is Engineer again? I am forgetting.†Heavy remarked as Medic moved onto Scout. Medic gently hummed for a few seconds before acknowledging Heavy. “The end, liebe. Sniper is up front, Engineer is at the end, und Scout is in the middle because he was a bad boy und wouldn't take his medicine. Und we won't have to hear his big stupid mouth going off every five seconds.†Medic said as he opened Scout's mouth, exposing his horridly crooked teeth. Obviously, the boy hadn't heard of an orthodontist... Or braces. All the better to start pulling them out of his mouth; he wouldn't be needing them anymore. With a pair of dental pliers in his hands, Medic clamped down on Scout's right central incisor. He made sure to not put a massive amount of pressure down on the tooth; he didn't want it shattering into Scout's mouth. Medic took a deep breath and pulled. He pulled on the tooth until he felt it pop right out of Scout's mouth. “Gott im Himmel... I forgot how hard it is to pull out a tooth.†Medic remarked as he looked at the tooth for a moment. Blood coated the root of the tooth, but at least there were no missing fragments. He dropped the tooth into the metallic kidney tray that Heavy was holding, satisfied when he heard the tooth “clink!†as it hit the pan. He could see that Heavy was staring at the tooth that now rested in the tray. “You can keep them if you like; they won't be needing them anymore.†Medic said as he clamped down on the lateral incisor next. “Nyet; I am not wanting them.†Heavy said apologetically as he listened to Medic give out a grunt of exertion. His face was red as he continued to pull at the tooth. It eventually came out with a sickening pop noise, Medic breathing in a long breath. “Scheiße!†Medic cursed as he dropped the tooth into the tray. Scout's mouth began to steadily ooze blood, the red liquid dripping down the side of his mouth. “Dab his mouth with some gauze pads; they're on the tray.†Medic ordered Heavy as he prepared himself to pull out one of Scout's canines. Heavy obediently dabbed at the spot that was bleeding, the blood absorbing immediately into the white gauze pad. “Has Doktor ever had any teeth pulled?†Heavy asked as he discarded the soiled pad, reaching for a clean one. More pulling and another tooth popped out. “No; mein vater made sure that I took good care of my teeth while I was growing up. I have never had a cavity in my entire life.†Medic said as he yanked out yet another tooth from Scout's mouth. Heavy smiled. “I have never had baby cavities either. Teeth are important!†He said as Medic pulled the final tooth from Scout's mouth. “Und I'm very proud of you for it; you have very healthy teeth.†Medic said cheerfully as he placed some gauze pads into Scout's bleeding mouth to absorb the blood. He then took up the marker and marked Scout's face, making sure that it was precise. As Medic cut Scout's lips, he admired the way the blood seeped from the wounds that the scalpel left behind. To know that Medic was capable of silencing Scout was enough to make his breathing slightly erratic. Now it was time to move onto Engineer. Engineer was lying unconscious on his back, his eyes just slightly open. Medic paid this no mind; the anesthesia was making sure that he wasn't aware of what was going on. Taking Engineer's face up in his gloved hand, Medic drew a dotted line around Engineer's lips (such a shame that those lips were going to be cut; Medic thought that Engineer had such handsome lips) and then drew alongside both sides of his mandible and stopped at the tops of his maxillae. “How is it going, Doktor? Will it be much longer?†Heavy asked as he watched Medic admiring Engineer's inked-up face. “Of course, Heavy. It's a long procedure, und I'm making sure that it all goes well.†Medic said as he tenderly patted one of Engineer's cheeks. Heavy nodded as he too looked at Engineer. Eventually, Heavy assisted Medic in turning both Engineer and Scout over onto their fronts, making sure to turn their heads to the side so that they could continue breathing. A sheet was draped over Sniper's back, leaving his buttocks fully exposed to both Medic and Heavy. Medic had previously drawn a dotted line on the skin around the anus of both Sniper and Scout so that he could graft and fuse Sniper to Scout and Scout to Engineer. Medic had to suppress a shudder of arousal when he pressed the scalpel into Sniper's ass. It sunk in perfectly and Medic was able to make it glide smoothly around the guideline. God, how he loved this. He gently pulled the flaps of flesh to the sides, beckoning to Heavy that he needed his forehead sponged. “Doktor is doing very good.†Heavy praised as Medic gave a contented sigh. All he needed to do now was to fuse the three of them together, and then they would be all done. With Heavy's assistance, he lined up Sniper, then Scout, and then Engineer. Medic carefully and slowly stitched the flaps of skin from Sniper's ass to the Scout's face. Oh, how wunderbar! It would be such a shame to have to wrap them up in gauze; his stitching was the best work of his life. “How are their heart rates, Heavy?†Medic asked as he began to wrap Scout's face up in thick gauze bandages. Heavy stared at the monitor, unsure of what he was supposed to be looking at. “Um... What am I looking at, Doktor?†Heavy asked as Medic began to suture Engineer to Scout. Medic didn't look up from his stitching, his blue eyes focused intently on his work. “Is it going fast, slow, or at a steady pace?†Medic asked nonchalantly, his tone indicating that he wasn't irritated with Heavy's question. Why should he be? He hadn't shown Heavy how to read the CARDIOSCAN 2000's readings; a mistake on his end. “I would be saying... Steady.†Heavy said as he stared long and hard at the display. Medic hummed softly in acknowledgment as he finished suturing. “Oh, oh liebe... It's done. Isn't he just so Schöne ?†Medic fairly gushed as he looked upon the mass of legs and arms upon the operating table. Engineer's face had been bandaged, his eyes now completely closed. “Da, Doktor. Is very nice.†Heavy said as Medic leaned against him, sighing in bliss. Heavy returned the gesture by rubbing Medic's back with one massive hand. “Come, come... We must cover him up. He'll be awake in the morning.†Medic said as he pulled himself away from Heavy. Heavy felt a pang of yearning as he watched Medic grab a green surgical sheet from the metallic shelf and cover up his newest creation with it. Engineer and Scout's faces were completely covered by the sheet, Sniper's head just barely peeking out from the end of it. “Now, Doktor?†Heavy said quietly as Medic led Heavy out of the operating room, Medic pulling his mask and hat off. The mad doctor smiled over at Heavy, and ghosted his lips over the big man's mouth. “Of course; how could I ever forget about you?†Medic whispered quietly as Heavy pulled off his own surgical gear. Once Heavy had removed the gown, Medic pounced. The German grasped handfuls of the Heavy's blue shirt as he pressed his lips to his Russian lover's. Heavy felt Medic's erection pressing against his abdomen as he tangled his hands in Medic's hair, working his tongue into the doctor's mouth. Medic's breath was hot as his hands snaked their way down to the belt of Heavy's trousers, Heavy feeling his own cock beginning to harden as Medic unbuckled Heavy's belt. He pushed Medic into the wall, feeling Medic biting Heavy's lips hard enough to draw blood. He did not mind this; Heavy was used to Medic being aggressive after performing a surgery. Blood only fueled Medic's libido. Medic freed both his and Heavy's cocks, and Heavy had almost hissed in pleasure when Medic clamped his hand over his mouth. Medic slowly rubbed his cock over Heavy's, and oh God did it feel good. Heavy's eyes rolled in his head as Medic rubbed and bit at his chest, leaving small marks. Heavy knew what was coming next when Medic seized him and shoved him toward a nearby table. Heavy buried his face into his arms as he bent over the table. The sound of Medic panting in eagerness only aroused him further, and he almost bellowed when he felt one of Medic's pristine fingers make its way into Heavy's ass. Medic enjoyed the way Heavy gave the tiniest of squeaks (Heavy was probably deaf to his own sounds at this point) as he prodded a second finger into Heavy's tight ass. The tight warmth felt wunderbar to him, and Medic had only put his fingers in. Medic could feel his Heavy shaking only slightly at first, but he knew that it would increase in tempo in a matter of time. Heavy grunted slightly when Medic removed his fingers to apply some lube to his own aching cock. It was dark red and throbbing, proudly standing straight up. He could tell that Heavy wouldn't be able to wait much longer; his cock was leaking pre-cum. When he felt that he was properly lubed up, he took his cock up in one hand and parted Heavy's ass cheeks with the other. The instant he placed the head of his cock against Heavy's entrance, Heavy hissed loudly. Medic smiled at this as he guided his cock through Heavy's ass, relishing in the soft whimpers of Heavy and the absolute tightness of his ass. As Medic rested against Heavy's back, he could feel the large Russian shivering and quaking beneath him. Leaning his cheek against his back, Medic smiled and began to thrust in a smooth and constant motion. Heavy's breathing was ragged and erotic as Medic seized a hold of the flab around Heavy's hips. Oh, this feeling of control! To know that Medic could do this to his Heavy! Without even a second thought, Medic sank his teeth into Heavy's back. This elicited a groan from Heavy, and it satisfied Medic. He raked his nails across Heavy's skin, causing red lines to stand up on the pale flesh. Tiny beads of blood emerged as Medic continued biting and scratching Heavy. In return, Heavy's groans rose in tempo and frequency. Drunk on power and madness, Medic continued to fuck Heavy while mutilating the flesh on his back. Medic could feel that the end was nearing, and he knew that Heavy came long and hard the instant his ass clamped around Medic's cock. Giving one final bite, one hard enough to make Heavy bleed, Medic finally came inside of his Heavy. Oh, what bliss! Colors spun in Medic's vision as he rode out his climax with a few final and eager thrusts. When he was finished, he rested his upper body against Heavy's bloodied and bruised back. The blood was warm and slick as Medic lightly panted in sync with Heavy's labored breathing. Medic carefully pulled out of Heavy, Heavy groaning just softly when he fully slid out. Heavy leaned back as far as he could and looked at Medic, his face flushed and sweaty. Medic smiled and softly kissed Heavy, stroking his face with blood-stained hands. What a night it had been. And tomorrow would only bring about more. Medic couldn't wait.
I forgot to mention in the opening notes that I don't know when the next update will be; now that school is ending for me in the next few weeks, I may find more time to update. But as of now, please expect slow updates. Again, I apologize deeply.
You know how avidly I'm waiting for more of this sick and twisted story.
Wow. This is amazingly sick. I eagerly await more, but there was one thing I was a bit nitpicky about. You seemed to use the same words over again, like "cock" and "ass". Try using more detailed words such as "entrance, opening, erection, manhood, length," etc. But that's just my personal prefrence. I do enjoy this. Keep it up!
I cringed with every paragraph and for a second ii thought maybe i should do a dramatic reading of this with a video of my face so people could see just how much this affected me. I kinda almost cried when snipers ass was exposed. any ways... this is horrible and sick and just plain nasty... great job. I await the next installment with fear and bile in my throat.
>>86 DO IT YARU. YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO. Do it for great justice!
I just may do it Ill have to do them by chapter. oh dear. now i can feel my stomach Flipping.
>>88 Oh Yaru, you make me so happy. It's good to know that the story I'm working so hard on is getting the reaction that I'm aiming for; horror, disgust, etc.
:( now I feel like I'm coming up short by just feeling perverse curiousity...
I accidentally clicked the Oekaki link instead of Afanart like I meant to. First thread I saw was related to this fic. Thought to myself, "Hm. I've never read it before. Perhaps I should." Now...the image itself was not that bad. This fic, however, I...I just... All of the nightmares. Dear lord. It's beautiful and terrifying, and I can't wait for more, but seriously think this may be the first story that actually causes me to get physically ill. It's that good, and that disturbing.
Yeah so I actually mustered up the courage to do it I shall post it to my Twins Dumblr. And send a link I guess. Keep in mind I have never done something like this before. And hopefully it is not that bad.
oh dear ok here it is mrpen15.-dumblr-.cum-/post/22552672906/oh-dear-ok-so-yeah-i-am-yaru-and-i-am-posting yeah. just remove the first three(-)'s in the line
>>93 God damn, Yaru. You do this so well. You should have seen the shit-eating grin on my face while I listened. It was so evil.
oh dear god I didn't sleep last night and my fingernails are gone cause I was worried about it. I don't usually like to post images of myself let alone videos. Any ways I'm glad you liked it. hopefully you will be able to see more emotion in the next ones I kinda had to force myself to reread the first chapter like 8 times cause the phone kept ringing and ruining the video like half way through. oh well with the newer chapters like the next one you post Ill do it on the first time reading through so you get everything including the things I am not expecting.
>>95 Aw, Yaru... You spoil me so. I do hope you do more; I need to have more shit-eating grins in my life.
Guys, again, I apologize for the seriously long hiatus. I figure that I owe it to you all to explain why I haven't updated this fic like I've promised. -For almost the entire month of June, I lived at the hospital at my fathers bedside. If you all remember, he had lung cancer. Well, he fell and broke a bone in his back at the house, which caused him to have to stay at the hospital. Due to some complications, he couldn't come home and he couldn't receive any chemotherapy to treat his cancer. He essentially deteriorated and he passed away on June 29th. In the weeks before he died, his mind was leaving and he was unable to eat, speak, or even open his eyes. -I've been dealing with issues with trying to sign up for classes. I got signed up, so 'nuff said. -And a few days ago, I had my tonsils removed. I'm in a great deal of pain, I can't eat that much, and I spend most of my time sleeping. So, in conclusion, I don't know when I'll be updating. I'm so sorry that I haven't held up ANY of my promises. But I promise that I HAVE NOT forgotten about this story.
Just take all the time you need, okay?
You do what you need to do I know how it feels to lose someone close so My strength and prayers go out to you. I hope you start feeling better as soon as you are able to.
I remember seeing this fic often when I first came to this site. I was curious, as I was familiar with (but hadn't watched, because I'm surprisingly squeamish) the movie it was based on. I never ended up reading it, though, for the above reason. Now it's roughly 4 years later. I was thinking my balls had grown in, and I could handle it. Wrong. So wrong. I actually had to take a break after Scout was recaptured because I was bugging out so much with sick anxiety. Now I know how my readers feel, lol. I was similarly sad to see it hadn't been resolved, but that's okay. I know all about life kicking in the door and going all "SURPRISE MOTHERFUCKER" and shitting all over even the most carefully laid out plans. I'm more concerned with making sure you're doing alright than the outcome of this (admittedly engaging) story. I just thought I'd let you know what a profound impact it had on me, all these years later.