Joined: 9 Apr 2013
The doctor found another girl had wandered into his room. He was
going to shoo her away. But turning her about, he saw it was the eloquent speaking girl
"Ah~ I see you look." Like a Disgusting rat.
She was touching his things. His doll. His practice doll. For patients with mothering
tendencies. Dr. Elliot Ordered it from Paris.
It was life like with round bright blue eyes, blinking long artificial colored lashes, a
small white bonnet adorned it's long brunette curled locks, and
she wore a soft velvet red dress with knitted lace at the hem. She even made
noises. It was worth more then what those collection of frightful looking female
shells, could ever sum up, on their back side.
After taking the doll from Rachelle- snatching if not for his patience - Dr. Elliot sat it
back upon the shelf, correctly, carefully, and at a slight angle. Away from the girl.
"You are not even an acceptable young lady yet. Whatever dreams you have of obtaining
motherhood... Is another one of your delusions."
Dr. Haste said so matter-of -factly that it must've been rehearsed. Or maybe he's said it
to millions of girls already. Yes, it must've been said millions of times.
The Doctor offered Rachelle a small smile, wanting to change topics, "I'm glad your
somewhat interested in playing house. Or- Children." The Doctor said sounding very
interested himself, "I find you're attracted to child-like things. Finding you in the
abandoned Children's ward, how you memorize short children's poems, you were cradling my
doll like a newborn as you hummed..."
These were just observations. But were they so far-fetched? Dr. Haste hoped not. He pulled
out a small book on a nearby shelf, and flipped open to a marked page, "I don't mind
roleplaying with you, Rachelle." The doctor said calmly, he looked focused on the page he
was staring at.
"But... I don't believe your mentally, ready." Commented the doctor simply. The doctor's
Then the Doctor turned the book to Rachelle, right before her, two pages showed a collage
of printed renderings showing a smiling woman stabbing a chopping knife into a newborn
baby's stomach, to slice it open. Blood curled from the baby's form in bleak black ink,
looking fresh and swelling up the page. The Women, who was doing this torturous act,
seemed absolutely oblivious.
"If you can assure me you're nothing like this. I'd believe
otherwise... Otherwise-" Haste slammed the book closed, and placed it back on the
shelf. The doctor paused, as he glanced back to Rachelle.
Dr. Elliot Austin Dennis Haste II
Head Doctor ||||
Neurologist, Sociology, Etiquette, and Behavioral Sciences.