• doctor •

• lit/crack • • dbd doctor • • writer and character are 21+ • • #DBDRP #HorrorRP •

"Ah. I see Krueger's still kicking. Anyway, back to more important matters-" Herman's busy. Leave a message.

((to anyone who has ever followed me: i'm sorry))

HIS THIRD LEG, YES.

LIKE WHAT? DADDY LONG DICK? SURPRISINGLY, NO, NOT YET-

HE BETTER RUN THEN.

"Oh, well, I can't complain. Not when test subjects still give themselves so freely to me here." His head tilts to the side. "I was not aware that it was already October. Have I entirely lost track of time again? It would not surprise me in the least."

"No, no, by all means, do continue." It's obvious that he is not taking the hint here.

It is... oddly quiet for all of the ruckus Frank was causing here. And yet every camera turned right towards him.

Looming behind her, staring over her shoulder to watch.

Do it. Make it his problem. No balls.

The Doctor twists off the jar, shaking the container for a second. "By all means. Though, if I may ask, what are you intending to do with these anyhow?"

If you truly want to hurt someone, you take away the things they love the most. I am more than familiar with just how fond people tend to be of their pets, believe me.

Ooh, even better: a necklace out of the intestines of your enemies' family, friends, and pets. Really hit them where it hurts.

Consider: a necklace made of the intestines of your worst enemies.

Not long after he's asked, he produces an entire jar filled to the brim with various teeth he's plucked from survivors over the many trials he's gone through.

Did you need something, Mr. Ghostface?