Night 55: Disciplinary Therapy Room 2 [M-U for Ruby]

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This was the point of no return, if such a thing existed. It was laying right in front of him in the shape of a girl, although the body did not match the soul. There wasn't much of a soul left, in fact, though there was certainly some manner of consciousness taking root in what was more or less a corpse.

It was all extremely fascinating, this concept of demons. There were, of course, many creatures that fit that term. The doctor was quite aware of the many altverses and multiverses out there, so he had an idea of the whole spectrum. They'd certainly let a wide variety of demons into this place since its inception.

This one, though, was peculiar. The hollowed soul had once been that of a human, and perhaps some memories still remained, even if there was no real capacity to care about them. The demon even possessed a name still, which was a sign of lingering humanity on its own.

All the lore said that once a human became a demon, there was no way to go back. What they needed to know was if that was really true. Humans, after all, were the easiest to manipulate. Something that felt nothing and only looked out for itself was hardly useful at all, was it? But if they could fix that, the sheer amount of experience that Ruby had, being centuries old, would certainly be of value to the general.

And so the doctor had ordered this demon up to the exam room. As usual, there was one central light shining right down on Ruby's restrained form. The doctor, meanwhile, was standing in the corner, tapping Ruby's file against his hand as he waited for her to come to.

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The specifics of how she'd gotten into this mess were pretty far from Ruby's mind when she slowly began to blink her way back to consciousness. Instead, she was working on processing the here and now -- the bright, clinical lights that were blurring her vision as dark eyes cracked open then hurriedly blinked shut to try and blot out the offending brightness; the constant, rhythmic tapping noise from somewhere just out of her field of vision; the coldness of the exam table.

And the restraints. That part, at least, was familiar. Too bad that familiarity wasn't in any way in the comforting sense of the word. Most of Ruby's familiarities failed to fall into that category, though, so it wasn't like that was news. She lifted one shoulder, eyes still scrunched shut a little, groggily trying to jerk a hand free. No use. No surprise, either.

Her throat was dry, her lips chapped, and that was her first cue that she'd gotten the knock-out, drag-down. She forced her eyes open one final time and the blurry shapes came into focus. The bright light wasn't getting any more tolerable, but at least she could focus on the other shape above her -- a doctor. Nurse maybe? Tough to say. She wasn't the expert. But it didn't take an expert to know this was bad news.

"Wasting your time," her speech was hoarsely muttered at first as she tried to shake the grogginess the rest of the way. By the time she continued it was slowly gaining back to something of normalcy, though the dry edge wasn't going anywhere. "You wanna play operation, you should've grabbed somebody else. I'm not a screamer." That was a lie, and she didn't even begin to pretend that bluffs and sarcasm were gonna get her out of this, but they might at least make it go faster. Or rather, she could pretend they would.