It was several moments before Klavier finally began to stir. Even beyond the realm of consciousness, he could still feel the effects of the sedatives lingering in his system, leaving his head cloudy and heavy-feeling. There was a small sound of protest under his breath, like a kid reluctant to get up for school in the morning, before he blinked awake into a bright light overhead. He winced instantly, more annoyed by it than anything else, and tried to lift a hand up to shield his eyes. Only to find that he couldn't
( ... )
Ah, so the subject was awake now, and none too shy with the accusations. Hearing Klavier say such naive things only hit home how little he understood his current position. Really, did he believe he was so much more elevated than everyone else that they'd suddenly drop all their tools and release him? They'd done no such thing for all those who had come before him, after all
( ... )
Klavier narrowed his eyes, immediately bothered by the response. The words, the voice, or the tone. Something about it nagged at him, but he couldn't pinpoint what. Possibly just the condescending nature of his words, the careless disregard for what Klavier considered a very generous warning. Despite how this was looking, Klavier was trying with everything he had to keep his panic and annoyance in check, to keep a clear mind so he could think of something. There must be some kind of way out of here. He just needed to stay calm. Focus. Think. But it was easy to act brave when nothing was happening to him yet.
There was a subtle click followed by a very distinct sound. Whirring. Buzzing. With how quiet the room had been only a moment ago, it seemed nearly deafening to him. But that sound... that sound made his blood freeze immediately. It made him instantly think of autopsies. In school, he'd had to take a class which had them watch videos of some. He definitely recognized that kind of sound. It made him think of oscillating saws and
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This wasn't the first time he'd heard those words, and the doctor doubted it would be the last. There was no need to pay attention, though. It just demonstrated how short-sighted these test subjects truly were. They never seemed to understand that their work involved producing real, tangible results that other, "moral" doctors couldn't imagine in their wildest dreams
( ... )
Despite trying to sound reasonable, Klavier had been pulling and twisting against the wrist restraints the entire time he spoke, hoping he could figure out some way to slip through or undo them. But once the doctor finally turned around and approached, he stopped pulling. He stopped breathing. He stopped everything. Any fragments of anger and fear in his system evaporated in that instant and all he could do was simply stare at the doctor. Only, this wasn't a "doctor." It was...
"K... Kris?!" He wasn't even bothering to hide the incredulity in his voice and face, leaving him gawking openly like an idiot. He couldn't bring himself to care at the moment. It couldn't be. It was impossible. "What are you doing here? How did you
( ... )
Upon taking note of the sheer shock on Mr. Gavin's face, the doctor could scarcely mask his satisfaction. The injection had done wonders to make their subject see exactly what they wanted him to see. It wasn't very often he had the opportunity to assume a role outside of doctor and tormentor, but this change of pace would certainly be a refreshing one. Suddenly, this had gone beyond merely dragging Gavin up here in order to be cut into and observed. Not even his meaningless threats of charges and jail time would be enough to hide the anguish he would undoubtedly be feeling soon. No, this was personal now
( ... )
Unfortunately, he was right. The situation spoke pretty plainly for itself. Klavier had already drawn his conclusions about the situation before he'd even seen who he was sharing a room with, hadn't he? So shouldn't it have been obvious what was going on? But... Klavier simply couldn't accept it! Even readily rejected it! Because it didn't make sense. It was all wrong, wrong, wrong! There was something else going on! There had to be
( ... )
Oh dear. Mr. Gavin was already throwing a fit, and they hadn't even begun making any incisions yet. Under normal circumstances, this would be quite problematic, as it could interfere with the doctor's concentration. But in this case, such a reaction was exactly what he wanted to observe from his subject. The more panicked he became now, the easier it would be to manipulate him into doing what they wanted later
( ... )
The harder it would be for "both of them?!" He had to be kidding! Last Klavier checked, he was the one strapped down against his will here! And Kristoph? Did he sound distressed in any way, shape, or form? That was the most disturbing thing about all this. Had Kristoph thrown back his head and given a mad scientist's maniacal laugh or rambled morbid rhetoric in a manner more suited for horror film theatrics, Klavier would have quickly chalked this up to another horrible bout of brainwashing. Though it wouldn't help his situation at all, it would somewhat be a relief to see his brother act so out of character. That way, he could tell himself, at least mentally, this was someone else.
But it wasn't. Kristoph had been addressing him by name the entire time. He spoke fully aware of who Klavier was. Fully aware of his own actions even as he stood there shaving his brother's hair off. And despite all that, his words were as calm and normal as ever. He even sounded like he was scolding Klavier for being so over-dramatically troublesome.
( ... )
His words had unnerved the test subject. That wasn't so unexpected, but it was also a good sign. The doctor kept his expression pleasant and mild-mannered as he picked up a swab and unwrapped it. They needed to make certain he was properly cleaned down before beginning the procedure, after all. As much as they wanted to break Klavier, giving him an infection wasn't on their agenda.
"And you, Klavier, must be mad if you think I don't know you'd turn on me in the future," he spoke in an even tone. "You cannot deny there are some things that outweigh your loyalty to even your own brother."
Rubbing the cool swab over the bald spot now, he made sure to do a thorough job in scrubbing him down. "I simply cannot take any chances. Really, this is better for both of us in the end."
Once he thought the subject was properly sanitized, the doctor threw the swab into a bin next to the operating table.
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There was a subtle click followed by a very distinct sound. Whirring. Buzzing. With how quiet the room had been only a moment ago, it seemed nearly deafening to him. But that sound... that sound made his blood freeze immediately. It made him instantly think of autopsies. In school, he'd had to take a class which had them watch videos of some. He definitely recognized that kind of sound. It made him think of oscillating saws and ( ... )
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"K... Kris?!" He wasn't even bothering to hide the incredulity in his voice and face, leaving him gawking openly like an idiot. He couldn't bring himself to care at the moment. It couldn't be. It was impossible. "What are you doing here? How did you ( ... )
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But it wasn't. Kristoph had been addressing him by name the entire time. He spoke fully aware of who Klavier was. Fully aware of his own actions even as he stood there shaving his brother's hair off. And despite all that, his words were as calm and normal as ever. He even sounded like he was scolding Klavier for being so over-dramatically troublesome. ( ... )
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"And you, Klavier, must be mad if you think I don't know you'd turn on me in the future," he spoke in an even tone. "You cannot deny there are some things that outweigh your loyalty to even your own brother."
Rubbing the cool swab over the bald spot now, he made sure to do a thorough job in scrubbing him down. "I simply cannot take any chances. Really, this is better for both of us in the end."
Once he thought the subject was properly sanitized, the doctor threw the swab into a bin next to the operating table.
"Surely you must understand..."
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