Post by flowering on Sept 20, 2015 22:27:45 GMT -8
Here's something I wrote while not being able to sleep.
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"Subject 9034, looks a little peculiar in the face, Madison. Don't be alarmed. Okay?" It was a question, but didn't sounded as such.
"What's wrong with their face?"
"His face. She's fine. Subject 9035 is an albino, don't be alarmed about that either. Subject 9034 and subject 9035 have Stockholm syndrome and Lima Syndrome with each other. Svetlana Aristov and Vine Pavel Volikov have a relationship, but it's a needy, desperate one."
"Shouldn't they be separated?"
"Absolutely not. Under no circumstances. For right now, they stay together. We are slowly working on their disentanglement."
Madison noticed the corridors were white, but dingy as they walked through them. There were scruff marks from the security
guards' shoes on the white-and-blue speckled floor tiles. Not many, but enough to follow the foot traffic easily. There were none from the subjects, because the subjects wore soft, breathable cotton slippers.
It looked like any psychiatric hospital, except for the extra two security guards. They were there, just-in-case.
"Volikov, is a doll maker by trade, like his father, apparently. But, he has schizophrenia and his mind is not quite there. He doesn't like males at all, because of past trauma. Luckily, you're of the female sex, Madison. But, his dolls are either beautiful or
revolting. Sometimes, both." Doctor Sherman blabbed on.
Madison looked on with interest and followed closely with her own steps with the doctor's.
"He is very delusional and will become horribly violent if his delusions are shaken, even just a little bit. If he asks you about making dolls, firmly, but politely decline to see him make one."
"But why?"
"He is very persuasive and manipulative. He is also a very good doll maker. His dolls are either ceramic, or corpses." His tone stern, but fascinated. Madison started to get nervous, as she gulped.
"What's your affiliation with Miss Aristov, Vine?" Her American accent butchered the Russian name, though it was clear Doctor Parkinson was trying her hardest to not do so.
"Miss Aristov, Svetlana, and I, we are married. It was in late June of last year." He said quickly.
"Congrats on the marriage, Vine. How-"
"Thank you." Vine quickly interjected. He wanted this to be over already and see Svetlana again. Their time together was limited enough as much as it was already.
"I apologize." He said carefully.
"It's okay." The doctor replied with a smile.
"How do you feel about Svetlana? What do you think of her?"
"Joyous thoughts, wonderful thoughts. I love her. I need her."
"Does she need you also?"
"Of course she does."
Vine scrunched up his beautiful masculine face after he heard that question. He was suspicious of that question. Why did it exist in the first place?
"What are you implying, Doctor Parkinson?" His mask started to slip.
"Nothing. I-I jus-" Oh, shit, I fucked up, the doctor thought.
"Okay. It just sounded like something." Vine hold back his anger.
"Would you like to see her now?" the Doctor asked nicely.
"Very much so." Vine's words came out fast, with excitement in the tine of his smooth, husky voice; it still seem angelic.
Doctor Parkinson got up from the vinyl chair and Vine followed suit. The Doctor breathed a sigh of relief while opening the door that lead into the hallway. A guard on the other side followed closely behind them.
Soft, steady footsteps echoed in the hallways they steadied along to the art room. He could hear Svetlana's pretty tinkling voice.
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More info here:
The Creepypasta
The 2nd One
The 3rd One
Vine Pavel Volikov
Svetlana Aristov
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"Subject 9034, looks a little peculiar in the face, Madison. Don't be alarmed. Okay?" It was a question, but didn't sounded as such.
"What's wrong with their face?"
"His face. She's fine. Subject 9035 is an albino, don't be alarmed about that either. Subject 9034 and subject 9035 have Stockholm syndrome and Lima Syndrome with each other. Svetlana Aristov and Vine Pavel Volikov have a relationship, but it's a needy, desperate one."
"Shouldn't they be separated?"
"Absolutely not. Under no circumstances. For right now, they stay together. We are slowly working on their disentanglement."
Madison noticed the corridors were white, but dingy as they walked through them. There were scruff marks from the security
guards' shoes on the white-and-blue speckled floor tiles. Not many, but enough to follow the foot traffic easily. There were none from the subjects, because the subjects wore soft, breathable cotton slippers.
It looked like any psychiatric hospital, except for the extra two security guards. They were there, just-in-case.
"Volikov, is a doll maker by trade, like his father, apparently. But, he has schizophrenia and his mind is not quite there. He doesn't like males at all, because of past trauma. Luckily, you're of the female sex, Madison. But, his dolls are either beautiful or
revolting. Sometimes, both." Doctor Sherman blabbed on.
Madison looked on with interest and followed closely with her own steps with the doctor's.
"He is very delusional and will become horribly violent if his delusions are shaken, even just a little bit. If he asks you about making dolls, firmly, but politely decline to see him make one."
"But why?"
"He is very persuasive and manipulative. He is also a very good doll maker. His dolls are either ceramic, or corpses." His tone stern, but fascinated. Madison started to get nervous, as she gulped.
"What's your affiliation with Miss Aristov, Vine?" Her American accent butchered the Russian name, though it was clear Doctor Parkinson was trying her hardest to not do so.
"Miss Aristov, Svetlana, and I, we are married. It was in late June of last year." He said quickly.
"Congrats on the marriage, Vine. How-"
"Thank you." Vine quickly interjected. He wanted this to be over already and see Svetlana again. Their time together was limited enough as much as it was already.
"I apologize." He said carefully.
"It's okay." The doctor replied with a smile.
"How do you feel about Svetlana? What do you think of her?"
"Joyous thoughts, wonderful thoughts. I love her. I need her."
"Does she need you also?"
"Of course she does."
Vine scrunched up his beautiful masculine face after he heard that question. He was suspicious of that question. Why did it exist in the first place?
"What are you implying, Doctor Parkinson?" His mask started to slip.
"Nothing. I-I jus-" Oh, shit, I fucked up, the doctor thought.
"Okay. It just sounded like something." Vine hold back his anger.
"Would you like to see her now?" the Doctor asked nicely.
"Very much so." Vine's words came out fast, with excitement in the tine of his smooth, husky voice; it still seem angelic.
Doctor Parkinson got up from the vinyl chair and Vine followed suit. The Doctor breathed a sigh of relief while opening the door that lead into the hallway. A guard on the other side followed closely behind them.
Soft, steady footsteps echoed in the hallways they steadied along to the art room. He could hear Svetlana's pretty tinkling voice.
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More info here:
The Creepypasta
The 2nd One
The 3rd One
Vine Pavel Volikov
Svetlana Aristov
