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Razor cutting and slicing, digging in as bone and flesh yielded to the cold metal that was roughly gyrating against it. The metal warmed as it spun, the visceral easily parting as the owner of the buzzsaw lifted it back up, removing the cloak from his face. He did not wear a welding mask; he seemed content to use that cloak's hood.

The man stood over the corpse of a massive tentacled beast, having just cut off one of its flagella. He was attempting to discover what allowed for this thing to float in the air. His name was Doctor Kabuto Hebi, and he was enjoying a day of work in his lab. Most days, manual work like this would have been left to one of the many Selves that milled about his lab, but there was something about Rasuca being out with Sonny that made the Doctor feel like he should do something with his hands.

He had come to the realization that being a parent caused for his thoughts to change significantly. Rarely an hour went by where he was not thinking about what his son was getting up to. Perhaps that was why he had driven himself so deeply into his work as late. He did not like the idea of an outside force being able to influence him that much, even if it was his own child. So perhaps it was an experiment in and of itself.

A scalpel rotated in one of his hands, a strange purple field forming around the fingers of the other. He brought both hands closer to the exposed flesh and bone, that toothless grin wide on his face, drawing nearer and nearer and….

Sonny's Garganta has opened in the lab.

The Doctor's hands, centimeters away, lightly rested to a stop. They did not move yet, the edges of his smile decreasing a bit. …They have brought a foreign person into the lab.

The Doctor's lips opened up, letting out a trail of breath. He did not typically show so much body language, but he felt comfortable enough in his own workspace to do so. Both hands drew back from the meat he had been examining, dropping the knife onto the floor and letting the energy disperse from his fingers. Silently, he turned about, and began walking through the halls of his home…

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"Don't worry, little lady… He probably already knows we're here."

Silently, before Yasuko's eyes, a figure would appear from the open space. He would be difficult to make out at first, a red blotch against the dimly lit landscape. As he drew closer, she would perhaps be able to make out the silver color of the hair that poked out at the top of his head. Then, the pale white skin that made up his body, along with the white… belt-shaped object wrapped around his waist.

Then, she would be able to make out that the belt was thick, extremely thick, like a big white rope tied around him. She would be able to make out the glasses that he wore, round rims that contained no color. By the time she could make out his glasses, she would also be able to tell that there was something wrong with his skin. It was… 'patched' in places, as if his skin were made of something scaly. Finally, as he approached, she could make out the serpent that was coiled around his waist, its head peeking out over his shoulder to stare at her, a gigantic cobra.

"…Hello. I am the Doctor, Kabuto Hebi. Welcome to my home." He told her, coming to a stop in front of her. His sickly yellow eyes looked into hers, a bit surprised at the yellow that stared back. As he did so, she would for the first time be exposed a… sense.

A sense of Madness.

Wave after wave, it undulated from the Doctor's form. This was quite possibly the worst possible individual that Yasuko could have come into contact with after what Rasuca had altered within her. She was now much more sensitive to the 'auras' that others gave off, their feelings, their emotions. While the Doctor was not intentionally putting it out, the Madness Wavelength that passively radiated from him would afflict her senses; lightly at first, and more and more the longer she spent anywhere near him.

That was not… all, however. With the emergence of the Doctor's wavelength, a small, shrill noise would pass into her head. If she began listening to it, and did not try to ignore it, it would grow louder. The shrill would grow and grow, stronger and stronger, as some unidentified force was joined in its screeching by a great chorus. The screams were primal, of pain and suffering and fear. They never stopped.

"…I see you've noticed my welcoming present... your response was recorded... thank you for that.." The Doctor's eyes shifted then, the yellow irises surging in as black lines poured around his eyes, the Rinnegan examining her body. At last, a tiny smile appeared along his lips. "…My… did my little Rasuca do that to you…? …I hope you have gotten along with him so far… He is a wonderful child… but he does not quite know how his gifts work, yet… Hmm… are you here, then, for a check-up…?"

With those words, the Doctor's smile would increase by another small notch, the toothless expression facing her, wondering what present Rasuca had prepared for him…

Hmm… Something seems… off…

The Doctor's eyes roamed over her body unabashedly, examining every part of her. The wavelength of Madness within him kept pulsating outwards, shifting in and around and through her as the voices grew in pitch and intensity, Rasuca still napping peacefully.

"…Strange, hmm? Aren't you a strange woman, then?"

He replied, stepping up to her, one hand gripping against her shoulder. Like a military surgeon he gripped one sleeve, pushing it back, examining her left arm, before going to the right, performing the same examination, pausing as he stared at certain place. "After all, you accepted an invitation to this place… And I'm not certain how long your check-up will take."

The Doctor lifted her arm high into the sky, probably at an uncomfortable angle for the girl, if she was not used to stretching. "…Tell me, has anything… peculiar happened to you… other than your hairs changing color…?" He inquired further, before releasing her arm at last. "If you'll come with me… Sonny, thank you." He told the skeleton, before leading Yasuko deeper into the laboratory…

The nearest examination room was a bit of a walk, but by the time he got to the slightly darkened plastic table he used to examine his patients, he would not have said a further word. One hand gestured at the table, his eyes looking at hers. "…Now, if you'll take a seat…"

Of course… if Yasuko did so, she would be treated to her first true terror… as the voices would pierce all the way through, and a shrieking specter rose before her, its entire body dark and shapeless, an expression of fear on a human face displayed before it as its entire body shook from the force of its cry. In a few moments, it would dissipate.. But she would be unable to forget what she saw, most likely…

The Doctor chuckled lightly at her reduced response, even as he roughly handled her arms. "…Hmm… that's unusual…" He told Yasuko, reaching her head back and opening one of her pupils, looking directly inside of it. …Yes… I do believe we'll have to examine her a bit more indepth… He decided, leading her deeper into his laboratory.

As they entered the examination room, she seemed distracted by something. The Doctor looked at the space she was staring into, but could see nothing. The specter's wail grew louder, and louder, and louder, the presence of where Yasuko was now standing multiplying the strange developments that she was going through astronomically. "…What are you… looking at?" The Doctor asked her, before smiling.

"Hmm… if you could focus for a moment…" He asked her, stepping where the ghost was standing. The specter seemed terrified by the Doctor's presence, shrinking away at last. It had just gone from screaming at full blast to withering away, sinking back beneath the floorboards. "I have a couple of questions for you. What is your family life like? Are you involved with school? Where do you live?" The Doctor asked Yasuko all of these questions, while doing things like tapping a small hammer against her knee and taking out an actual stethoscope, pulling her shirt down a bit so that he could press the cold metal against her skin.

In reality, absolutely none of this was necessary. The Doctor's eyes gave him all the information that these mundane tools could. However, right now, what he wanted out of her was information. He could always obtain that information through scaring her, torturing her, or trying to hypnotize or control her in other ways… but at the moment, she was a research specimen. And more than that, she appeared to be some kind of friend of his son.

It was hard being a father, sometimes.

"And do you have any idea why my son was interacting with you?"

"...No, I cannot see anything unusual." The Doctor replied, reaching a hand out. To be honest, he truly did not need to do this: examining something with a physical hand. His eyes gave him all the information he could get from his skin. Three thousand plus years of habit die hard, however. There was also something comforting about using his own fingers to examine. It was a base, animalistic feeling, but it was a positive one. The Doctor drew his hand back slowly. He was thinking simultaneously about his own habits while also verifying that he could not substantiate her claim.

"Do you enjoy school?" The Doctor asked her, wondering if that could be the reason Rasuca brought her back. Perhaps his child wished to... attend school? "...Would your family notice or care about your absence from school...?" The Doctor continued, testing her naivete. If hse answered without hesitation, the Doctor would know that the little plan he was forming in his head was likely to succeed.

"Do you have any idea what that 'special' quality could be...? Do you have any... supernatural abilities... or outstanding skills...?" The Doctor's hands were making notes on some strange tablet that one of his assistants had handed him as he continued. He used a combination of strokes and getures on the soft black surface in his hands. So far, the only unusual things the Doctor had seen were Rasuca's... effects... and her being... crazy.

Her question about his past made him look up, his eyes meeting hers. "...I grew up with a crippling allergy, absolutely debilitating in the right circumstances... damned muffins... and I also wound up with a strong addiction to gold. It is... what caused me to enter this field... I snort it for the rush it gives." He explained to her, his expression neutral as he shared this outlandish claim. "Now then..." The Doctor began moving behind her, both hands resting on her shoulders.

"I do have a way to further inspect your affliction, whatever it may be... But it will hurt quite a bit, and if it is what I suspect, proper treatment may take a few days... is that going to be a problem with your schedule...?" He asked her, standing totally still. While she likely would not notice it, the Doctor's white snake began sliding around the ground around her feet, cutting off an easy escape...