A Softhearted Experiment: The Beginning [CLOSED]

Dr. Hebi took deep breaths, thinking to himself why she thought that they were two different people. Can she not see her coming from me...? He wondered, feeling the connection the snake had to him through his stomach. However, he didn't say anything; after all, he had decided not to speak again until she went inside. And she'd understand soon enough, as it were, he was sure...

She wants her own name...? He wondered to himself, the smile on his face slowly coming back down as he realized he could hear her through his own ears. He closed his eyes, forcing himself to relax as he resisted the things that rose up in him once more at the sound of her torturing voice. She is merely.. an Experiment... and experiment does not have any use for a name... He thought to himself. Although I may find her true name... which I would call her, perhaps.... He thought,a s he began to feel Amelia make her entry within him.

As she asked her next question, Hebi merely relaxed itself; feeling the pleasant sensation of food going down its esophagus, as a large, Amelia-shaped bulge appeared in its front, as Hebi merely swallowed. The crawling Amelia would no longer need to crawl as the juices and muscles within Hebi drew her deep inside of itself, as she would begin to realize that it was now the energy of the Doctor that completely surrounded her; she had entered through the passage in Dr. Hebi's stomach and was now in the Dr. Stomach for the first time, working through the passage down into its depths.

She would fall onto a soft floor; it was made of stomach tissue, but lacked acid. All around her, there was a massive space. There were bars in front of where she was, but through them she could see two things; a printing press with scrolls all around it, and a strange mannequin that looked like Doctor Hebi himself... as well as six coffins, laying side by side to one another and leaning on the wall, the entire thing looking like a scene out of a horror movie.

The Doctor allowed her to be in there for five minutes. The bars were close together, and she really wouldn't be able to get out any other way as he heated up the Snake Scroll before him. A large puff of smoke emitted from the scroll, and the still-bare Amelia would pop out, standing directly before the Doctor.

”Well?” He asked her, a small smile on his face as he awaited the results of the test. ”How was it?”

The doctor couldn't really see inside of his stomach right now; after all, he didn't have any selves in there. However, his stomach FELT alright; there was no tears or other indications that she had harmed the inside of him in any way. He didn't know what the cub was feeling; but he did know that when he finally got her out of there, her entire body was tense, as if worried or in fear.

He saw tears form in her golden eyes as they looked up at him. What ARE those? He wondered to himself. He had never cried; he didn't understand why his subjects chose to relieve themselves by releasing water from their eyes. He had long searched for why they did this; but he had never quite been able to come up with the answer.

As she grabbed onto his cloak, his smile vanished, as her forehead rested onto his chest. What? He wondered, as once again this girl did something he hadn't been expecting. His subjects never touched him. Ever. They were either too scared of him or didn't want to provoke him at all; although he really couldn't be provoked. So it was strange as for the first time, another being that wasn't trying to harm him touched the doctor.

However, he was able to keep his focus as he looked down at her. ”So tell me then... why did you go in if you would not like it? Why would you not try to dig your way out of my stomach to escape? You could have done that very easily; you must have noticed how soft and malleable my stomach tissue is. And also... what would you do if I DID ask you to do it again?” He asked her, the light smile on his face once more as he awaited the results of his test...

And began to formulate a plan for the next...

Still she did not release him. It was strange, he thought. Why did she hold onto him so tightly? Was she seeking comfort? She couldn't be. He had no comfort to give. He was not a being that could give comfort. He knew this to be true; he had tested it many times, as he head tested several aspects of himself. What was it with this girl? Why was she so very strange? And why did her voice make his head pound, like a screw was being screwed into it?

”I do not believe it to just be the tiger. You could have resisted the moment you got up from that table, but you did not. Why?” He asked, staring intently at the girl before him. ”But you did not know it would hurt me. And you did not know I wouldn't hurt you. I merely said that going inside of dear Hebi would not harm you... I said nothing about the contents of my stomach. It was indeed my stomach; but why would you care so much about my body? Do you not understand what you are? That you are here against your will? Are you here against your will? Do you want to be here?” He asked her in a torrent, blinking. However, he was cut off, as she gripped onto him tightly, stuttering.

”The cub would not be harmed regardless if you did it or not. I'm merely asking if you would do it.” He said quietly. Not exactly comfortingly; he was just speaking quietly because there was no reason to speak loudly. ”I do not know if I would do it; only if the circumstances required it again.” He said once more, before he heard the voice of the cub, as the selve walked up to the box, leaning down.

”I am not bad. I am not good. I merely want to test, to experiment. My creators called me selfish; they wondered why I was the way I am. But ever since I began to think for myself, I realized... I didn't want to do anything more than experiment! Your, “Momma”, may be nice; or she may not... but I can never tell. I do not see her as anything more than an experiment. To me... she is but an object.” The selve explained in the language of beast's to the tiger cub. It was apparent from its worrds and the look in the selve's eyes; Dr. Hebi...

...Truly had nothing but for this.

”Promises... why do you hold such value in these? Do you not believe yourself to be more valuable than mere words?” He asked her, confusion clouding his mind and his rising headache. None of the others ever acted like this... they just wanted out, as quickly as possible; they fought, they struggled, they lied to me; of course, I could easily tell when they were, but still.... He thought as his gaze returned to her, blinking.

”You do not owe me anything... I cannot tell you that you will leave here any better than you came in.” He explained steadily, in a conversation tone. After all, this was normal stuff to him; sometimes he could let subjects go, and sometimes he did not. ”What is sad?” He asked her. He knew its dictionary definition, he knew some of hisexperiments felt it, but there had never been any that gave him a satisfying answer. It was annoying.

His attention came back over to the lion cub as he blinked at Shiro. ”I hurt or not hurt for my own gain. You are only partly right... I do care how she feels, but not how you want me to. I only desire to know for research data.” He explained, smilig that light smile of his at the cat. ”If I were BAD, as you say... I could have had your “momma” pick up a knife and lop off your head with it as soon as you came in, little cub. Not only that, I could have made her happy about doing it. Alternatively, I could be “Good” and let you go and treat you like honored guests; however, I am neither nor. I am logically nothing, little Shiro.” He explained to the cat, straightening up.

He watched Amelia handle the cat, explaining this was their new home. This was mostly true; however, the tiger did have a reason to be angry. The doctor looked her over, before finally glancing down at Shiro with that light smile. ”You may sleep ehre.” The Doctor said simpply, as he pressed a button with a picture of a ppillow on it on the table, as it flipped around onto a very fluffy foam pad.[color=darkred]”We eat once a day at 11 AM. Don't be late...”[/color He explained as with a flurry of his cape, he was off, back in his chair and staring at his screen once more, constantly watching his experiment...

Liars are nothing but trash to her...? The doctor thought to himself, blinking as Amelia stood up straight. He meant what he said; if he had to hurt her as part of a test, there wasn't anything that would stop him from doing so. As she walked up and held a hand to his chest, the doctor merely blinked, looking down at her. Again, he didn't understand the warmth she gave off; it was very strange.

Then she described to him what sad meant. This was all very unusual to him; he had never felet like how she was describing. Not ever. However, he did not realize that that is what he himself had constantly, day in and day out, been in the grip of when he was merely a test subject. He had been like Amelia herself was now; however, she knew more than just this. He never had.

As Amelia walked over to the bed, Dr. Hebi lifted up his right hand, looking at it as it became alight with a dark red energy. He brought the hand over his chest, pushing forwards as he broke through his own flesh, his expression remaining perfectly the same as the dark red vanished from his arm, as he had broken through his rib cage. His hand flexed inside of himself as he gripped onto his own heart, feeling its beats... or rather, beat. His heart never paused between beats; it merely hummed between them, as if constantly slithering along, and beating out erratically from this when it should.

He squeezed, slightly, as he felt great pain from his chest. This is sadness... He thought to himself, accepting the fact that whenever she said she was sad, this is what she was feeling. This strange sensation of pain and suffocation, that she couldn't do anything about. And she felt this way without ever being touched. Sadness is a powerful weapon... The doctor thought as he removed his hand from his chest, the cloak parting to allow it through as a dribble of blood fell from his chin. He laid the right hand he had used onto his chest as it burned dark red once more, and physically felt as he restitched all the sinew, muscle, and bone he had torn through to perform his test.

Whether it's healthy or not doesn't matter... in the end, it's what will help you survive here. He thought to himself, not really needing a reason to tell her as he relaxed back into his chair, looking up to see her stepping towards him. He nearly prepared to fire out a swarm of snakes, as he thought she was attacking him at last; having waited until his guard was down, as her arms came around him...

And she simply told him good night. Good night? He wondered to himself. What's so good about it? He thought, not really understanding as he realized she was not being threatening at all in her posture, and yet she was holding him down. His cloak, as normal, merely allowed whatever touched it to go right through; as such, she merely hugged his bare chest, as he wore only pants under his cloak. He couldn't understand what she was doing, other than that she was warm. And then he felt the sensation of her lips on his forehead; this he failed to perceive even more. He knew that this was a kiss, and that people gave kisses to only those that they cared about. So why had she kissed him? She couldn't possibly care about him in any way. He hadn't done anything that would make her want to.

She is not sane. He concluded as he spun around in his chair, facing the computer screen once more and shivering as he realized that he had felt cold; no, that he had felt... warm. As he saw her laying down, he knew she would have no troubles sleeping, as he merely watched her for a few moments, blinked, and reached into Hebi's mouth as it coughed something up.

What it coughed up was a strange little black cloak, with what looked like snake eyes on the hood. Very much like the doctor's; but it was slimmer, and had the arms bare. He stood up and walked over to her as he laid the cloak out over he sleeping body, before turning around once more as Hebi placed his own hood back on his head, sitting in his chair as he typed away, adding a new entry.