>>5148626While the air outside was nothing special, the interior of the <span class="mu-g">MEDICAL WING</span> feels like an entirely different <span class="mu-i">ecosystem</span>. A thick haze of body heat and the stench of various chemicals and medicines slaps you in the face like a wet towel the minute you poke your head through the door causing you to sweat even <span class="mu-i">more</span> underneath your <span class="mu-g">TRAPPER FUR COAT!</span> You <span class="mu-i">REALLY</span> oughta take a bath after all this…
“COMIN’ THROUGH!”
The warning comes just in time for you to be shoved aside by a duo of haggard-looking paramedics as they carry a bullet-riddled security goon on an equally disheveled-looking stretcher. Pushing through the veritable <span class="mu-i">sea</span> of people lining up to speak to one of the few nurses manning the front desk, they inadvertently give you the perfect path through the lobby!
As you walk with purpose past the skeleton crew watching the front, no one bats an eyelash at you when you take the opportunity to head up to where <span class="mu-g">DR.DEVON’S LAB</span> is! Situated at the end of a grimy corridor lit only by a handful of flickering lights, the massive door leading into the doctor’s lab is a welcome respite from the chaos of the rest of the hospital!
“Hope da’ doc’s alright…” Ly mutters as you rap your knuckles on the entrance. “Haven’t seen a venue dis’ crowded since dat’ <span class="mu-i">HERALDS</span> concert we went to a few years back…”
Yea, you frown as you wait for a response from inside, whatever happened to those guys? Before you can muse on it further, the door in front of you flies open revealing a ghoulish scrubbed figure brandishing a <span class="mu-r">RED-STAINED SCALPEL</span> at you!
“<span class="mu-i">STANLEY PARBLE!</span>” Hisses the gaunt, pale-faced man looming in the doorway, “<span class="mu-i">Did you REALLY think you could ESCAPE me??</span>”
You respond to the doc’s greeting with a smile and a wave–hiya, doc! Still messing with those berries of his, huh? Glancing between you and the blade in his hand, the old man sheepishly hides it behind his back.
“<span class="mu-i">YES…</span>” He hisses, “<span class="mu-i">It would appear I’ve been caught… RED-HANDED!</span>” Holding the door open for you, Dr. Devon fills his frighteningly-spartan lab with a low chuckle. “<span class="mu-i">Circumstances being what they are, nothing quite CALMS MY NERVES like TEARING SOMETHING APART and MASHING IT INTO A JELLY… Which reminds me…</span>”
Slinking over to his desk, the doctor rummages around for a moment before producing a piece of <span class="mu-g">BERRY JAM TOAST</span> on a tasteful plate! Presenting it to you, he gives you a grin through his surgical mask and motions for you to sit in the <span class="mu-g">OPERATION CHAIR</span> dominating the center of his lab.
“<span class="mu-i">Please SIT, my dear… I’ve been DYING to PICK your BRAIN…</span>”
>CONTD. 