I've come to warn you he's coming for you

[animusnpcs]

Characters: anyone carried away by the retrieval units in the mob thread
Setting: ???
Format: any
Summary: Death is far too easy for a punishment, you know.
Warnings: psychological horror, things that go bump in the night and then bump you back

The retrieval unit dumps you, in whatever state you happen to be in, into a cell. To those familiar with Jason, this isn't the clean, polished hospital look of Jason's usual quarters. No, if anything this is an abandoned hospital. There's mold on the floor and the paint is peeling off the walls. It's certainly high tech--the door that blocks your cell is made of some sort of nearly invisible force field--but it looks like it hasn't been cleaned in a few decades.

Once you're secure in your cell, you will have the ability to move your body again. All supernatural skills have been disabled--no one is more powerful than an Olympic-level human inside these cells.

Interact with your fellow prisoners?

Comments

[doctor_dismemberment]

[Richtofen screams all the way down the elevator and to the cell. He doesn't bother trying to piece together details of his surroundings; he's far more preoccupied with cursing out the retrieval unit.]

Put me down, do you hear me?! This is no way to treat the doctor! I will kill you! I am going to kill every last fucking one of you and bathe in your blood!

[He's dumped unceremoniously into the cell, and as soon as he's able to move his limbs again, he scrambles to his feet. He charges at the force field, but, predictably, it does nothing. He falls back onto his behind, gasping for air. With streaks of drying drone blood on his face and a look in his eyes that a sane person would never be able to replicate, he's quite a sight.]

You will wish you had never done this! Tell Jason he will regret it! He'll regret it!

[puppy_lancer]

Shut up already!

[Having given himself a headache from trying to headbutt the drones, Lancer is in no mood to listen to crazy people rant and scream.]

[doctor_dismemberment]

[Richtofen whips his head around to glare in the direction of Lancer's cell. He leaps up and storms over to the forcefield of his own cell, smashing his hands against it and only earning himself more bruises for his troubles.]

Do not tell me what to do! I'll kill you, too! Do you want me to rip your throat out, you damned useless idiot? Do you?!

[He is in the mood for nobody's shit today.]

[animusnpcs]

[The forcefield's image ripples, and vague images of screaming children appear in it.]

[puppy_lancer]

Like you could even touch me!

[Even with his powers suppressed, Lancer has years of combat experience.]

[doctor_dismemberment]

[The images of screaming children are barely enough to give Richtofen pause. If anything, they only send his blood racing even quicker through his veins, because he'd like to be the one to cause them to scream.]

Do not underestimate me! Even if I have no weapons, I'll rip you to pieces!

[Richtofen isn't just wearing a soldier's uniform for show. He may operate best when his victims are strapped to a surgeon's table, or when he has his finger on the trigger of an SMG, but that doesn't mean he has no idea how to get crafty. He might be a bit slim, too, but he's not weak by any means.]

[facedthetruth]

*Margulis is about as unimpressed as Lancer and glaring across from his own cell.*

If you don't stop your pointless raving, he won't be the only one you'll have to contend with once we're out of here.

*Ugh, psychopaths.*

[doctor_dismemberment]

That's fine with me. [He shrugs, curling his lip and looking Margulis up and down. The look is one of half-scrutiny, half-disgust.] You will just be one more person whose organs I can use to fill up mein candy jar.

[Okay, so he doesn't actually have a candy jar, but he will damn well make one just for them.]

[animusnpcs]

[There's the faintest ghost of a voice--anyone in the room could hear it:]

That's not that good for candy. [It's a child's voice.]

[doctor_dismemberment]

[Richtofen perks up immediately and starts to look around, his eyes wide. The voices have sounded so angry all day, how peculiar..!

He puts a hand to his head, looking distressed.]

Who was that? [Was it the voices? Was it someone else? Damn it, don't confuse him!]

[animusnpcs]

[For now, there's no reply. Maybe you were imagining things?]

[facedthetruth]

Heh, I'd like to see you-

*And then comes the voice. He pauses and scowls.*

So, we aren't left purely to bicker amongst ourselves, are we? And who are you?

[animusnpcs]

[For now, there's no reply. Maybe you were imagining things?]

[doctor_dismemberment]

Did you hear it, too? [Richtofen cranes his neck to try to look at the others in their cells.] Any of you? Well?

[facedthetruth]

Yes, I heard it as well. I wonder if this is the first of the attempts to punish us or an oversight on their part slipping in through the cracks.

[doctor_dismemberment]

[At least that settled it: it wasn't the voices. The voices still weren't silent, of course, but their screams had quieted down into angry whispering. That made it even harder for Richtofen to distinguish the voices outside his head from the ones inside, so it was nice to have some confirmation.

He kind of had a hunch, though. The voices always told him organs made excellent candy.

He slumps back, resting on his hands.] What sort of a punishment is that? Whispering? I hear that every day.

[mustlovedogs]

Aa, heard it. Bastards messing with us again.

[puppy_lancer]

Is that a challenge? I guess I'll get in a satisfying fight after all.

[doctor_dismemberment]

[Richtofen scoffs.]

Bring it, blueber- Oh, you know what, you are like the third person I've met with blue hair, I can't even use that insult any more!

[Seriously, you crazy kids with your crazy hair. Get off of Uncle Richtofen's lawn.]

[puppy_lancer]

[He runs a hand through his hair, almost self-conscious.]

What's wrong with my hair color?

[doctor_dismemberment]

It is obnoxious und it hurts mein eyes. So just like the rest of you, basically.

[puppy_lancer]

You aren't too pretty either and your personality is shit!

[doctor_dismemberment]

Ah. [He brings a closed fist to his chest.] That hurt me. That hurt me right in mein heart.

[The completely stale tone of voice and look on his face suggest otherwise, of course.]

[puppy_lancer]

If I had my weapon now, I'd take that heart of yours.

[From the growl in Lancer's voice, it sounds halfway between sarcasm and an actual threat.]

[animusnpcs]

[At eleven PM on December 7, the following occurs.]