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Scream through dreams that cut your voice off [Complete]

Jul 16, 2009 22:49

Characters: Sanji, phantasms
Setting: ???
Time: Night 010
Summary: Sanji's experiment
Warnings: Typical experiment fare.

( Wide awake - will nothing soothe? )

!night 010, sanji (one piece), !squick, !complete, #phantasms

Comments 17

dollsy_npcs July 17 2009, 04:22:18 UTC

The lack of proper response and, indeed, demands of his own, did not seem to phase the phantasm. If it cared about the lack of answer it did not show it, and simply spoke again, asking it's next question, while the other phantasm began to approach again.

"Why are you here?"

blacklegsanji July 17 2009, 04:24:23 UTC

That one actually stopped Sanji in his tracks completely. He honestly had no idea. One minute he'd been running from an island full of okamas, and then he'd ended up in the house.

Or did they mean the lab?

"I . . . I don't know," he said quietly. Why was he here? He clenched his eyes shut and squeezed his hands into fists. He really missed Luffy and the others.

dollsy_npcs July 17 2009, 04:29:54 UTC

That was apparently enough for the phantasm: the one who had been speaking simply turned away then and left, without any other change and without another word to the man strapped down on the table.

It was at that moment that the second of the three original stepped forward, and cut away at the fabric of his shirt - just enough to expose more of his throat. The third stepped forward, then, to retake its place, holding a needle, which it promptly moved to inject into the exposed skin of the side of his neck.

blacklegsanji July 17 2009, 04:31:27 UTC

Sanji screamed in shock, trying to move away from the needle. Why were they trying to take off his shirt and why were they stabbing him in the neck with a needle?

"What are you doing? Stop it!"

dollsy_npcs July 17 2009, 04:36:41 UTC

The phantasm was still as unresponsive as ever, ignoring his screams and his struggles - he was only making this worse for himself, after all. The needle would hurt more if he struggled, but the phantasm did not care about this. It just injected him regardless. It was a numbing agent: it would quickly take affect, and he would grow numb all through his body. Still able to feel, but only dimly. No pain would reach him.

The last of the phantasms stepped forward, a scalpel in its hand flashing in the florescent light of the surgery room.