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Hymnus Ad Bacchum ( The Storm Theory)

Summary:

Zandik.

 

A name so foreign yet so close. What was it? He thought he figured it out. But now , after his 'death', he has to navigate the old world or mabye it was a new one to him. Apparently he had a sister...and why did some guy named Forget me Not looked so much like Pantalone?

(None of the charctrers are mine except for matrameru but at the same time he is dottore. It's complicated.)

Notes:

Uhhh please excuse my terrible medical inaccuracies and im terrible at descriptive sguery .i am not a surgeon ( like dr. murphy but reverse ehhahahahahah ok ill stop now)

Chapter 1: The Segments

Chapter Text

 

Eight:

Forty-Five handed him back his notebook, a simple template of a report sheet drawned out.

"Here, you're writing the report with eighteen."

Eight rolled his eyes. It was not everyday he was tasked with this responsiblity and now he had to do it with eighteen. Great. He peered into dissection room, Twenty-five and Thirty-five was setting up Prime's dead body for the 'autopsy'. Eighteen showed up beside him, masks in hand.

"Take it." Eight and Eighteen walked into the room, the rest of the segments followed in.

 

Eighteen:

They all stood over Prime's body, Twenty-Five muttering about 'such an exciting self-discovery' and Eight visibly wanting to leave the room as soon as possible. The segments gathered around the original's body, ready to dismantle the corpse. While Thirty-five mapped out the lines of sugery, Eighteen took the notebook from Eight's hands and drew down a rough sketch of Prime's corpse. 

Sixty-Five returned with the disposable gloves and some of Prime's old things. It was quite ironic that the dissection room used to be Prime's office. From outside, it would've been a strange sight. The original mask that Zandik use to wear at age 35 was sitting next to the sink while an ink bottle was tipped over, dry ink pouring out of it.

 

Twenty-Five:

The cold scalpel sat confontly between his index finger and it was positioned on Prime's sternum. The blade glided right past the skin,the flesh and straight down until it reaches Prime's organs, at least thats what they thought. The sound of scratching on paper stopped as a thick dark blue and purple liquid seeped out of Prime's lungs and onto the floor. Twenty-Five stepped closer, grabbing a vial and collecting fluid. The moment he touched it, it immediately crawled up his 'skin' and something grew out of it.

The segments jumped back, watching as the fluid stopped. The vial containing the liquid splashed onto Zandik's original mask, surpisingly melting the old mask and revealing a hand shaped eyecover with the same color of the fluid.

 

"So uh, what do we do now?" 

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REPORT:

NAME: zคภ๔เк 

Area of damage: lยภﻮร

Date of death: -----------------

Doctors: 8,18,25,35,45,65

<Insert rough sketch of Zandik's corpse>

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