Dummy and Me

At the Hospital

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Wesker was shocked to see Tetch, and then he saw his wounds. Oh yes, he saw them before, but that was when it was still dark outside, when the sleep still hadn’t quite left his eyes yet. Now he saw them in full daylight. Who did this to him!?.. He grimaced silently, he had an idea….

“Mr Tetch, you look horr-!…” He stopped himself before he said anything he might regret later, “…You look like you should be in the hospital as well… Did /he/ do that to you?” He asked, deeply concerned.

Jervis looks all sorts of helpless. Wishing to be invisible doesn’t do much, it seems. He plasters his best disarming smile across his face and tries to play off that the ordeal was no big deal. “Yyyyyes we ran into one another - I’m fine, really! Perfectly peachy, I’d not have come back if Doctor Pleasance didn’t insist, dear me, I know enough doctors to not break that promise.” please laugh.

“I’m really very much all right, in fact I see he’s not in and it’s not as if I’ve never broken my nose before so I think I’ll just be off then.” he spins to leave, and well… Collides with Alice’s father, nose first.

…Right, well then, he can get a move on once those stars dissapear.

The taller man puts a hand on Jervis’ shoulder to push him back and turn him around. He shoves him, in a manner none too friendly, to a chair before shutting the door.

“Now that everyone is here… I want to know what the hell is going on. And why my daughter was almost shot!” He growls out, a definite shift from his usual demeanor.

Alice sinks a bit into her chair, looking over at the two men with her.

Wesker shrunk at the sudden outburst of anger. “Well you see sir…” He started meekly. He began to panic right as the man turned to glare at him, he gulped…

“You see Mr. Tetch came to my house and said he needed to take me with him but I didn’t want to because I was afraid that Mr. Scarface would be angry but then he mind-controlled me so I went with him which made him angry so as I was sleeping he came and tried to take me back but then Mr. Tetch mind controlled him and he left and then we were happy for a while and he took me to the back storage room of his shop and locked me there until Alice came and she came so he let her in and she comforted me but then I tried to get up and my leg broke and she was worried so she called you over and you came fixed everything and then left and then we were all happy again and Mr. Tetch gave me tea and it was delicious and then he took me home and I fell asleep and when I woke up he was all bloody and bruised and hurt and I was worried but I didn’t say anything because he might get angry at me and then we went here and I started reading magazines and then I heard you and Mr. Tetch talking and something about Alice getting shot and that made me panic but now I know it was Mr. Scarface and then Mr. Tetch left but came back and now you’re here asking what happened…”

At the Hospital

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And to think, just yesterday he had argued he wouldn’t need an ‘out to lunch’ sign.

Tetch trudged up the steps of the hospital begrudgingly - he has promised, he had, but he really didn’t want to come back. He certainly didn’t want to check in on Wesker.

But that’s probably where Doctor Pleasance was, and so… Jervis takes a deep breath, and opens the door.

“…A-Alice?” He murmurs, shock in his uninjured eye - he had expected her later, not this early in the day… “I - ahm, hello.”

Tetch could feel a blush creeping into his ears, and so he turns his head with a faint wince of a smile. “Is your father in?” He asks, faintly, suddenly hyper-aware of his own battered appearance.

Oh, what he wouldn’t give to be invisible.

 Alice nods to her father before smiling back at Arnold, “I’ll explain everything later. Right now you need to be taken care-”
She turns suddenly as Jervis appears in the door way. Maybe that explanation would have to come sooner…

“Jervis!” She gaps, looking at his wounds, “Oh, my god. Are you okay?”

Scarface’s work no doubt. It seems, that Wesker and Tetch now have matching black eyes… Usually people just get friendship bracelets…

Mr Pleasance stepped forward, his arms crossed behind his back. He had been standing just inside the door, out of Jervis’ line of sight. He was very clearly unhappy about all of this.

Wesker was shocked to see Tetch, and then he saw his wounds. Oh yes, he saw them before, but that was when it was still dark outside, when the sleep still hadn’t quite left his eyes yet. Now he saw them in full daylight. Who did this to him!?.. He grimaced silently, he had an idea….

“Mr Tetch, you look horr-!…” He stopped himself before he said anything he might regret later, “…You look like you should be in the hospital as well… Did /he/ do that to you?” He asked, deeply concerned.

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At the Hospital

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Alice had managed to get a couple hours of sleep but was still jittery. She could barely stand still. She even had to close her shop for the morning because she couldn’t stand talking to people. She settled for sitting down for short periods of time between pacing. Jervis hadn’t called her and she had no idea where Scarface went. When she went out tho check on him, he was gone!

Luckily, her stress was relieved a bit when she received a phone call from her father. He sounded mildly annoyed as he spoke but he informed her that Wesker was with him and Mr. Tetch appeared to have a broken nose and a black eye. Other than that, everyone was fine and in one piece.

Alice rushed to the hospital as fast as she could, hopping in the first taxi that came her way. She literally threw the money at the driver as she got out and hurried into the office. The woman behind her recognised her and called for her father.

Dr. Pleasance greeted her with a brief hug before leading her to the back where he had left Arnold. She was never so happy to see some one reading an out of date fashion magazine. She didn’t even wait for him to look up before rushing over to hug him.

Wesker was more happy to find Alice suddenly hugging him then surprised. He gave out a sigh of relief, oh she wasn’t dead!

“Oh Alice! I heard them say someone tried to shoot you! I was so worried! Is everything okay, are you hurt?!” A quick look at her face told him she wasn’t okay. She was obviously shaken from the recent events, but who wouldn’t be? The poor girl was probably terrified!… And here he was, crippled, having no means of protecting her…

“You poor thing!” He said, hugging her tightly, “You’ve been through so much, haven’t you?” He said, trying to comfort her. She was shaking as he looked into her eyes, “Are you hurt?” He asked again, a much more serious expression on his face.

“I’m okay.” She told him with a quick nod, “I’m not hurt…”

She hadn’t even realised she was shaking till he hugged her. She did her best to take calming breaths and stop it. She wasn’t here so he could worry about her. He needed to be relaxed and she couldn’t have him fussing over what could have happened to her…

She held onto him for a few moments more before releasing him and looking him over. She manages a smile as she moves to a chair beside his to sit down.

“Are you okay? Have you had your X-rays yet? Nothing’s broken is it?”
Oh, please let nothing be serious…

Wesker smiled at her, holding her hand. “Yes, I’ve had my X-ray taken, and no, thankfully nothing is broken. Apparently I’m told I have something called a bone bruise… Your father was just about to tell me what I needed to do…” He glanced up at the frowning doctor.

“Look, I’m really concerned, you look like you haven’t slept at all! What happened?” He knew she would try not to worry him, it’s exactly what he tried to do back in the tea shop. “Please, tell me, I need to know.”

At the Hospital

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Wesker sat in the office of Alice’s father, humming to himself. Tetch had the courtesy of driving him there, but understandably he had to leave as soon as he dropped him off. After all, he DID have a tea shop to attend to now… Yet something was bothering him. When he last saw him, Tetch had a black eye and what appeared to be a broken nose. He didn’t bring anything up, for fear of coming off as rude, but he was still curious as to what exactly happened. Oh well, he was sure he will find out eventually…

He looked down at the stack of old magazines placed next to him. After rummaging through them to see if anything caught his interest, he decided to settle on a seven month old edition of “Men’s Fashion”. As he idly flipped through the pages he began to hear Tetch and Mr. Pleasance having what seemed like a heated debate in the hallway outside. 

He leaned by the door to hear what they were arguing about. As he listened he heard Mr. Pleasance exclaim, “Your nose is broken!…”

Ah yes, it seemed as if he wasn’t he only one to notice. Hopefully he can find out what happened. Some whispering followed before he could hear anything meaningful again…

“How did you break your Nose?! I JUST saw you and you were fine!” Mr. Pleasance was obviously irritated now, he guessed that Tetch was trying to hide what happened…

Some more murmuring before Tetch spoke up again, “Someone threatened to shoot your daughter and I confronted him, but I really do need to go —”

Someone had tried to SHOOT Alice!? Was she alright!? By now his ear was pressed right against the door, “He can’t hold a gun anymore, I promise!…… if I promise to come back later, can I go now?… Very good! Ta!” And with that he heard footsteps that grew fainter as they went away, no doubt Tetch leaving. He pulled his head away from the door and buried his head in the magazine. 

Oh dear this sounded horrible! Why does Alice have to go through all of this!? Is she alright? Is she hurt? Oh please let her be fine!

Alice had managed to get a couple hours of sleep but was still jittery. She could barely stand still. She even had to close her shop for the morning because she couldn’t stand talking to people. She settled for sitting down for short periods of time between pacing. Jervis hadn’t called her and she had no idea where Scarface went. When she went out tho check on him, he was gone!

Luckily, her stress was relieved a bit when she received a phone call from her father. He sounded mildly annoyed as he spoke but he informed her that Wesker was with him and Mr. Tetch appeared to have a broken nose and a black eye. Other than that, everyone was fine and in one piece.

Alice rushed to the hospital as fast as she could, hopping in the first taxi that came her way. She literally threw the money at the driver as she got out and hurried into the office. The woman behind her recognised her and called for her father.

Dr. Pleasance greeted her with a brief hug before leading her to the back where he had left Arnold. She was never so happy to see some one reading an out of date fashion magazine. She didn’t even wait for him to look up before rushing over to hug him.

Wesker was more happy to find Alice suddenly hugging him then surprised. He gave out a sigh of relief, oh she wasn’t dead!

“Oh Alice! I heard them say someone tried to shoot you! I was so worried! Is everything okay, are you hurt?!” A quick look at her face told him she wasn’t okay. She was obviously shaken from the recent events, but who wouldn’t be? The poor girl was probably terrified!… And here he was, crippled, having no means of protecting her…

“You poor thing!” He said, hugging her tightly, “You’ve been through so much, haven’t you?” He said, trying to comfort her. She was shaking as he looked into her eyes, “Are you hurt?” He asked again, a much more serious expression on his face.

At the Hospital

Wesker sat in the office of Alice’s father, humming to himself. Tetch had the courtesy of driving him there, but understandably he had to leave as soon as he dropped him off. After all, he DID have a tea shop to attend to now… Yet something was bothering him. When he last saw him, Tetch had a black eye and what appeared to be a broken nose. He didn’t bring anything up, for fear of coming off as rude, but he was still curious as to what exactly happened. Oh well, he was sure he will find out eventually…

He looked down at the stack of old magazines placed next to him. After rummaging through them to see if anything caught his interest, he decided to settle on a seven month old edition of “Men’s Fashion”. As he idly flipped through the pages he began to hear Tetch and Mr. Pleasance having what seemed like a heated debate in the hallway outside. 

He leaned by the door to hear what they were arguing about. As he listened he heard Mr. Pleasance exclaim, “Your nose is broken!…”

Ah yes, it seemed as if he wasn’t he only one to notice. Hopefully he can find out what happened. Some whispering followed before he could hear anything meaningful again…

“How did you break your Nose?! I JUST saw you and you were fine!” Mr. Pleasance was obviously irritated now, he guessed that Tetch was trying to hide what happened…

Some more murmuring before Tetch spoke up again, “Someone threatened to shoot your daughter and I confronted him, but I really do need to go —”

Someone had tried to SHOOT Alice!? Was she alright!? By now his ear was pressed right against the door, “He can’t hold a gun anymore, I promise!…… if I promise to come back later, can I go now?… Very good! Ta!” And with that he heard footsteps that grew fainter as they went away, no doubt Tetch leaving. He pulled his head away from the door and buried his head in the magazine. 

Oh dear this sounded horrible! Why does Alice have to go through all of this!? Is she alright? Is she hurt? Oh please let her be fine!

Aftermath

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Tetch tilts his head, listening thoughtfully. Head cocked to one side, patiently waiting for the puppet to stop speaking. “….Frankly?”

“I’m happy.” He giggles softly. “Oh - oh, maybe it’s not what I would have preferred, but have you seen her smile?”

“Dear Carroll, I’d not trade that for anything in the world.”

“Two orders for you, though. First, I demand you see what the rest of us know, dearest puppet. I want to see your face when it hits you.” He was referring, of course, to the fact that Scarface, normally, was only made of wood. That was the fun part about mind control!

People could be made to see and understand all sorts of things they don’t normally want to. Forced, really, they don’t have any say in the matter.

“….Do you want to know why you feel differently, this week?” He asks, smiling. “Why you’re not yourself? Why you can’t focus, can’t think?”

“You’re dying.”

“Your first week alive, and you’re not going to survive it at all.”

Scarface stared at him, scowling, annoyed that he received exactly the opposite reaction that he had expected. Dying? Surely he wasn’t talking about his smoking habits? His blood pressure? No, something about his first week alive… Then it hit him and his face filled with shock… all the mood swings, the sudden strength, the feeling that he didn’t need Dummy constantly around him… and yet he smiled again…

“Hehehehehehehehehe… HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! DAT’S DA BEST YA GOT!? DAT’S DA REASON YA CAME HERE AND PUT YOUR CARD ON ME!? TO MAKE A POINT?” It was funny really, he suddenly knew he wasn’t human, that his life was a lie, yet he was laughing. 

“YOU’RE AS WEAK AS THEY SAY! JUST A LITTLE PUPPET OF TOOTS, BEGGIN’ FOR TREATS! YA THINKS DAT WILL GET TO ME!? YA THINKS DAT WILL CHANGE ANYTHIN’!? I GOTS A PAST! I GOTS MEMORIES! I HAVE MONEY I HAVE GOONS I HAVE EVERYTHIN’!” 

“…AND YOU! YOU! YA HAVE NUTHIN’! YA ARE NUTHIN’! NUTHIN’ YA HEAR!? HAHAHAHA! YA THINKS DAT DIS WILL CHANGE ANYTHIN’!? I’LL KILL YOU AND EVERYONE YA KNOW! I’LL BURN EVERYTHIN’ YA EVER LOVE AND CHERISHED TO DA GROUND AND STOMP ON THEIR ASHES! HAAAAHAHAHA!”

“I’M BETTER THEN YA AND ALWAYS WILL BE HATS! YA HEAR? YOUR JUST LIKE DUMMY! A DOG WHO NEEDS TO BE PUT DOWN!”

He spat into Tetch’s face before speaking again, “SO’S YA GONNA END IT HERE!? YA GONNA OFF ME WHEN I AIN’T GOT NO FIGHTIN’ CHANCE!? HAHAHA!….DO IT! KILL ME HERE AND NOW LIKE DA COWARD YA ARE!…”

His voice lowered, “I always come back… sure it may be a while, but I’ll be back… and when I come back you’ll wish dat ya had never crossed paths with me… and… and I’ll make sure dat Dummy’s life is a living HELL!” 

Tetch giggles, faintly. “…No you won’t.” He soothes, softly. “Next order: Shut up.” He laughs. “Raise that knife. Plunge it through your palm. Your shooting hand. Now.”

He crosses his hands imperiously, grinning. “…But keep your mind. And welcome back that fear. Your little inner monsters…. You won’t remember anything about tonight. Not this conversation - not this meeting. You got drunk… You hurt your hand in a blunder. A mistake.”

“A mistake just like you. Oh, but that’s the bit you will remember.”

“Every time you see blood, you’ll remember….”

“You’re dying. Tick, tock, tick, tock, every twitch of the clock knocks seconds off your life, and when this week is up you’re going to cease to exist all over again.”

“And you can’t stop it. You never could. Because you’re not real, you never were and you never will be.”

“This week is your last, and you’re going to waste it in recovery. Recovery for reasons you can’t even begin to explain….”

“…What are you waiting for? Blade. Through your hand. Now.” 

“Hehehehe… So’s dat’s your game, eh? Make me forget again so’s ya can go back to your little shop and hop dat nuthin’ happens again? Hehehehe… pathetic… but since ya want me to shut up, I will” He finished with a mocking nod of his head and an exaggerated smile.

With a look of pure glee he goes and stabs his hand, embracing the stinging pain and letting it fuel his hatred. Oh no, he wasn’t going to let him win that easily, by satisfying the wretch by letting him see his defeat. No, he had a plan. Oh yes he will forget all of this, but he had a plan to fix that, a perfect plan, something that he only he will know about… Oh he hated Hats now, but he wasn’t gonna kill him, at least not directly… ohohohoho no! He knew his weakness, and he knew how to exploit it…

Aftermath

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“…Tut, tut, tut.” Jervis chides, moving to lean on Scarface’s car beside him. “No lying, now… I forbid you from lying. You’ll find it impossible.” Jervis gestures vaguely, humming to himself again.

“That scar… on your cheek, how did you get it? How did you really get it? Nasty looking nick, that it is, that it is!” The blonde laughs, carelessly.

“And when ever did you meet Wesker?”

“And Why did you try to shoot Alice?”

“And why couldn’t you?”

“Hmmmmmmm….?” Jervis smiles brightly at the night sky, blotting blood from his face. Ahahahaha, it stings! Yes, that’s definately broken.

“I. AIN’T. LYIN’ YA DIRTY LITTLE SCRUB!” He growled between clenched teeth.

“I-I met da dog when I was in da cooler… H-he was in the same cell as me and s-some guy called Donnegan… Hehehehe… I saw h-how easy it was to control him, so’s I took da chance when I h-had it. I gots da scar in a knife fight w-with da creep, right before D-Dummy KILLED HIM!…”

“IF HE WASN’T IN DEEP TROUBLE HE WAS NOW! HAHAAHA!” He was staring back up into the blond man’s amused eyes, oh how he’d love to wipe that grin off of his face! “A-as for Toots… I wasn’t gonna shoot h-her… No, hehehe… I wasn’t done with her…” He glanced up at Tetch.

“Hehehe… It hurts ya to see her with another man, don’t it? Oh, I knows it does! So’s, what’s it like, bein’ cast away from her? Do ya feel a sense of lost, of hopelessness?… anger?” His smile widened at that word. “Ya give up everythin’ for her, don’tcha? Yet ya know she won’t do da same for ya… Sure, ya maybe all friendly and smilin’ on da outside, but inside?… Inside your just a jealous little boy, cryin’ over his loss!…”

“How does it feel, to be forced on da sidelines as da one gal dat’s meant for ya makes kissy-faces towards a spineless loser like Dummy? How does it feel to know dat, if da two of ya were hangin’ on a cliff and she had to pick, ya wouldn’t be her first choice?  How does it feel to see dat warm glow in her eyes as she sees Dummy, knowin’ dat she will never look at’cha da same way? How does it feel, to never know da sweet touch of her lips on yours, to never feel the warmth of her embrace, to know dat da only way for her to EVER show da same love dat ya show to her everyday, is to slip a card onto her pretty little head?… It hurts, doesn’t it? Everyday when ya see her with someone other than you, it aches, don’t it? It knaws at your heart to see her… and every night, right before ya go to bed, I bet ya wonder what would’ve happened if da Bat never came dat night…”

He was staring up at Tetch now, smirking, his eyes filled with hate, “…So’s tell me… How does it feel, to love someone, and not be loved back?”

Tetch tilts his head, listening thoughtfully. Head cocked to one side, patiently waiting for the puppet to stop speaking. “….Frankly?”

“I’m happy.” He giggles softly. “Oh - oh, maybe it’s not what I would have preferred, but have you seen her smile?”

“Dear Carroll, I’d not trade that for anything in the world.”

“Two orders for you, though. First, I demand you see what the rest of us know, dearest puppet. I want to see your face when it hits you.” He was referring, of course, to the fact that Scarface, normally, was only made of wood. That was the fun part about mind control!

People could be made to see and understand all sorts of things they don’t normally want to. Forced, really, they don’t have any say in the matter.

“….Do you want to know why you feel differently, this week?” He asks, smiling. “Why you’re not yourself? Why you can’t focus, can’t think?”

“You’re dying.”

“Your first week alive, and you’re not going to survive it at all.”

Scarface stared at him, scowling, annoyed that he received exactly the opposite reaction that he had expected. Dying? Surely he wasn’t talking about his smoking habits? His blood pressure? No, something about his first week alive… Then it hit him and his face filled with shock… all the mood swings, the sudden strength, the feeling that he didn’t need Dummy constantly around him… and yet he smiled again…

“Hehehehehehehehehe… HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! DAT’S DA BEST YA GOT!? DAT’S DA REASON YA CAME HERE AND PUT YOUR CARD ON ME!? TO MAKE A POINT?” It was funny really, he suddenly knew he wasn’t human, that his life was a lie, yet he was laughing. 

“YOU’RE AS WEAK AS THEY SAY! JUST A LITTLE PUPPET OF TOOTS, BEGGIN’ FOR TREATS! YA THINKS DAT WILL GET TO ME!? YA THINKS DAT WILL CHANGE ANYTHIN’!? I GOTS A PAST! I GOTS MEMORIES! I HAVE MONEY I HAVE GOONS I HAVE EVERYTHIN’!” 

“…AND YOU! YOU! YA HAVE NUTHIN’! YA ARE NUTHIN’! NUTHIN’ YA HEAR!? HAHAHAHA! YA THINKS DAT DIS WILL CHANGE ANYTHIN’!? I’LL KILL YOU AND EVERYONE YA KNOW! I’LL BURN EVERYTHIN’ YA EVER LOVE AND CHERISHED TO DA GROUND AND STOMP ON THEIR ASHES! HAAAAHAHAHA!”

“I’M BETTER THEN YA AND ALWAYS WILL BE HATS! YA HEAR? YOUR JUST LIKE DUMMY! A DOG WHO NEEDS TO BE PUT DOWN!”

He spat into Tetch’s face before speaking again, “SO’S YA GONNA END IT HERE!? YA GONNA OFF ME WHEN I AIN’T GOT NO FIGHTIN’ CHANCE!? HAHAHA!….DO IT! KILL ME HERE AND NOW LIKE DA COWARD YA ARE!…”

His voice lowered, “I always come back… sure it may be a while, but I’ll be back… and when I come back you’ll wish dat ya had never crossed paths with me… and… and I’ll make sure dat Dummy’s life is a living HELL!” 

Aftermath

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He felt dizzy, his body stiffening as the monster uttered its words… Yet, as the thing spoke it’s words became more and more understandable, that yellow haze in his vision becoming slightly more transparent, until it seemed to be speaking English… Then it’s voice changed too, into one that was oh so familiar…

He found himself smiling and nodding. What was it doing? He was paralyzed, his heart pounding and his breathing ragged. Could he still speak? “Wh-whu-…” 

It was difficult to move his mouth, yet he still found himself able to utter words... ”What da hell are y-ya talkin’ about f-fre-freak!?” He sputtered after much difficulty.

“You knoooow, I know you do, oh… oh, but hush. Do I scare you? I should… I know all about you.”

“You died! Don’t you remember? Did it hurt? I doubt it… don’t you wonder why that is?”

“…Perhaps that’s too haaaaard to answer though?” Tetch smiles, lacing his fingers together. Giggling. “Easierrr… tell me about your childhood! Tell me everything… I demand it.”

“…Or did it never happen?”

He knew all about him? HA! He doubted it! 

“I d-don’t know what you’re talkin’ about! I-I never died!” What was this rambling on about now?

“A-and ya want to hear about my childhood? It h-happened all right! Do ya thinks dat y-you’re one of them white coats now? Huh? Ya thinks dat ya can treat me like some sorta cold? WELL IT AIN’T GONNA WORK ON ME!” He yelled. Sure, he remembered his childhood, he remembered it and was glad he was no longer that little boy….

“I had a f-family a-and a childhood! I w-was born a leader and raised one! I w-was a street rat! Always havin’ da fend off for myself!… And my parents, DON’T GET ME STARTED ON THEM! Sure my m-ma was nice, b-but my ol’ pa? I HATED HIM! DA OLD GEEZER NEVER HAD TIME FOR ME! H-he called me a d-disgrace! A DISGRACE TO DA FAMILY BUSINESS! B-but I s-showed h-him… hehehee.. OH I SHOWED HIM! Ya wants to knows w-what happened to them? YA WANT TO KNOWS WHAT I DID TO THEM?”

“Hehehe… I SHOT THEM! SHOT THEM IN COLD-BLOOD RIGHT IN DAT DINER OF THEIRS! HAHAHA! I SHOWED THEM ALRIGHT! D-da last thing I remember was lookin’ down at da old man and smilin’….” Oh yes he relished this memory, he loved to remember the screams and the smell of their blood!

“…SMILIN’ LIKE I A KID IN DA CANDY SHOP!  I thoughts about spittin’ in his face before leavin’, AND I SHOULDA TOO! B-but the cops were comin’ and everyone was clearin’ out, so’s I ran! Ran and started to make a name for myself! Hehehheee!” With that he grinned maniacally at the Hatter, laughing to himself. “YA WANTED A STORY THERE YA HAVE IT! END OF DA STORY!”

“…Tut, tut, tut.” Jervis chides, moving to lean on Scarface’s car beside him. “No lying, now… I forbid you from lying. You’ll find it impossible.” Jervis gestures vaguely, humming to himself again.

“That scar… on your cheek, how did you get it? How did you really get it? Nasty looking nick, that it is, that it is!” The blonde laughs, carelessly.

“And when ever did you meet Wesker?”

“And Why did you try to shoot Alice?”

“And why couldn’t you?”

“Hmmmmmmm….?” Jervis smiles brightly at the night sky, blotting blood from his face. Ahahahaha, it stings! Yes, that’s definately broken.

“I. AIN’T. LYIN’ YA DIRTY LITTLE SCRUB!” He growled between clenched teeth.

“I-I met da dog when I was in da cooler… H-he was in the same cell as me and s-some guy called Donnegan… Hehehehe… I saw h-how easy it was to control him, so’s I took da chance when I h-had it. I gots da scar in a knife fight w-with da creep, right before D-Dummy KILLED HIM!…”

“IF HE WASN’T IN DEEP TROUBLE HE WAS NOW! HAHAAHA!” He was staring back up into the blond man’s amused eyes, oh how he’d love to wipe that grin off of his face! “A-as for Toots… I wasn’t gonna shoot h-her… No, hehehe… I wasn’t done with her…” He glanced up at Tetch.

“Hehehe… It hurts ya to see her with another man, don’t it? Oh, I knows it does! So’s, what’s it like, bein’ cast away from her? Do ya feel a sense of lost, of hopelessness?… anger?” His smile widened at that word. “Ya give up everythin’ for her, don’tcha? Yet ya know she won’t do da same for ya… Sure, ya maybe all friendly and smilin’ on da outside, but inside?… Inside your just a jealous little boy, cryin’ over his loss!…”

“How does it feel, to be forced on da sidelines as da one gal dat’s meant for ya makes kissy-faces towards a spineless loser like Dummy? How does it feel to know dat, if da two of ya were hangin’ on a cliff and she had to pick, ya wouldn’t be her first choice?  How does it feel to see dat warm glow in her eyes as she sees Dummy, knowin’ dat she will never look at’cha da same way? How does it feel, to never know da sweet touch of her lips on yours, to never feel the warmth of her embrace, to know dat da only way for her to EVER show da same love dat ya show to her everyday, is to slip a card onto her pretty little head?… It hurts, doesn’t it? Everyday when ya see her with someone other than you, it aches, don’t it? It knaws at your heart to see her… and every night, right before ya go to bed, I bet ya wonder what would’ve happened if da Bat never came dat night…”

He was staring up at Tetch now, smirking, his eyes filled with hate, “…So’s tell me… How does it feel, to love someone, and not be loved back?”

Aftermath

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Scarface couldn’t scream, he couldn’t move, the queen insect had taken one of her parasites and implanted it in his ear. He could feel it crawling around inside his head. The thing roared and growled and clicked in some strange language. Immediately he stood up, dropped the gun, and went to the door. Slowly he put his hands on the ‘knife’ now stuck in the side of his car and then waited… silently screaming.

Jervis… giggles. Yessss, this, this was good. ThIs wAs vERy GooD. “Sca-aaaarfaaaace…. I neeheeheeheeeed you to Li-sten-to-me…..” Tetch sings, holding a finger before the dummy’s nose.

“I… I, oh me, oh my I wANt yOu luCId FoR thIS…. YoUR bODy WiLL nO lONgeR ObeY YoUR coMManDs, bUt I giVe yOu yoUR mIND BaCK….”

“anD WhEN yOu tAkE iT…. Ssssmiiiiiiiile smile SmiLE. Oh, oh oH OH. AnD nOD.”

Tetch smiles, quite pleased with himself, his spine straightening. “Feel familiar? Oh… Oho, I bet it does. Your limbs never were yours, but you know that, don’t you…?”

He felt dizzy, his body stiffening as the monster uttered its words… Yet, as the thing spoke it’s words became more and more understandable, that yellow haze in his vision becoming slightly more transparent, until it seemed to be speaking English… Then it’s voice changed too, into one that was oh so familiar…

He found himself smiling and nodding. What was it doing? He was paralyzed, his heart pounding and his breathing ragged. Could he still speak? “Wh-whu-…” 

It was difficult to move his mouth, yet he still found himself able to utter words... ”What da hell are y-ya talkin’ about f-fre-freak!?” He sputtered after much difficulty.

“You knoooow, I know you do, oh… oh, but hush. Do I scare you? I should… I know all about you.”

“You died! Don’t you remember? Did it hurt? I doubt it… don’t you wonder why that is?”

“…Perhaps that’s too haaaaard to answer though?” Tetch smiles, lacing his fingers together. Giggling. “Easierrr… tell me about your childhood! Tell me everything… I demand it.”

“…Or did it never happen?”

He knew all about him? HA! He doubted it! 

“I d-don’t know what you’re talkin’ about! I-I never died!” What was this rambling on about now?

“A-and ya want to hear about my childhood? It h-happened all right! Do ya thinks dat y-you’re one of them white coats now? Huh? Ya thinks dat ya can treat me like some sorta cold? WELL IT AIN’T GONNA WORK ON ME!” He yelled. Sure, he remembered his childhood, he remembered it and was glad he was no longer that little boy….

“I had a f-family a-and a childhood! I w-was born a leader and raised one! I w-was a street rat! Always havin’ da fend off for myself!… And my parents, DON’T GET ME STARTED ON THEM! Sure my m-ma was nice, b-but my ol’ pa? I HATED HIM! DA OLD GEEZER NEVER HAD TIME FOR ME! H-he called me a d-disgrace! A DISGRACE TO DA FAMILY BUSINESS! B-but I s-showed h-him… hehehee.. OH I SHOWED HIM! Ya wants to knows w-what happened to them? YA WANT TO KNOWS WHAT I DID TO THEM?”

“Hehehe… I SHOT THEM! SHOT THEM IN COLD-BLOOD RIGHT IN DAT DINER OF THEIRS! HAHAHA! I SHOWED THEM ALRIGHT! D-da last thing I remember was lookin’ down at da old man and smilin’….” Oh yes he relished this memory, he loved to remember the screams and the smell of their blood!

“…SMILIN’ LIKE I A KID IN DA CANDY SHOP!  I thoughts about spittin’ in his face before leavin’, AND I SHOULDA TOO! B-but the cops were comin’ and everyone was clearin’ out, so’s I ran! Ran and started to make a name for myself! Hehehheee!” With that he grinned maniacally at the Hatter, laughing to himself. “YA WANTED A STORY THERE YA HAVE IT! END OF DA STORY!”

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Scarface was panicking as the queen roared at him. Bad idea bad idea bad idea he mad it angry that’s not good not good not good! His tried to keep himself from vomiting when he saw it spat out red eggs, each filled with thousands of its little drones, crawling and squirming like a sea of worms. 

Then it noticed him again… oh dear God why did it notice him again!? He crawled back in pure terror, backing up tell he was once against the door of his car. Looking wildly around he found himself surrounded by a swarm of monstrous birds, each shrieking and trying to peck his eyes out. He was screaming, loud enough for the entire city of Gotham to hear him. In blind desperation he charged at a gap in the swarm, feeling sharp claws grab at him as he passed. The trunk was where he kept his gun. All he needed was the gun and he was safe. Safe safe safe safe safe! He threw the trunk open, laughing in triumph, yet he soon found himself jumping back with a gasp. Disembodied hands clutched at his gun, their fingers rotten and deformed. He couldn’t do it he couldn’t do it he wouldn’t go near them no he won’t but he has to yet he can’t what does he do what does he do!?

Tetch strides up to Scarface, Scarface and his gun, with a cocky saunter that no man in his right mind could manage.

But Tetch wasn’t in his right mind. Frankly, the jury’s still out on whether he actually has one of those.

And neither does Scarface. Not today. No, not today. From his sleeve, Tetch withdraws a card - and with a snap he places it, tittering all the while. Easy does it. There’s a good, frightened little toy.

Tetch giggles, knowing full well that beyond the card’s control, Scarface still screamed in internal terror. Frozen in that moment of desparation. And yet, and yet! And Yet!

“…Hee heeeee… Stand, rise, upsie-daisy, upsie-rosie, upsie-lily, oh, I don’t know, whahahahahat’s your favorite?” Tetch gestures for Scarface to stand, beaming through his broken noise, his black eye. “Up, on your feet, drop the gun, take the knife. Taaaake it, take it! There, you see? In the door. Take it, and just… hold it, and listen.”

Scarface couldn’t scream, he couldn’t move, the queen insect had taken one of her parasites and implanted it in his ear. He could feel it crawling around inside his head. The thing roared and growled and clicked in some strange language. Immediately he stood up, dropped the gun, and went to the door. Slowly he put his hands on the ‘knife’ now stuck in the side of his car and then waited… silently screaming.

Jervis… giggles. Yessss, this, this was good. ThIs wAs vERy GooD. “Sca-aaaarfaaaace…. I neeheeheeheeeed you to Li-sten-to-me…..” Tetch sings, holding a finger before the dummy’s nose.

“I… I, oh me, oh my I wANt yOu luCId FoR thIS…. YoUR bODy WiLL nO lONgeR ObeY YoUR coMManDs, bUt I giVe yOu yoUR mIND BaCK….”

“anD WhEN yOu tAkE iT…. Ssssmiiiiiiiile smile SmiLE. Oh, oh oH OH. AnD nOD.”

Tetch smiles, quite pleased with himself, his spine straightening. “Feel familiar? Oh… Oho, I bet it does. Your limbs never were yours, but you know that, don’t you…?”

He felt dizzy, his body stiffening as the monster uttered its words… Yet, as the thing spoke it’s words became more and more understandable, that yellow haze in his vision becoming slightly more transparent, until it seemed to be speaking English… Then it’s voice changed too, into one that was oh so familiar…

He found himself smiling and nodding. What was it doing? He was paralyzed, his heart pounding and his breathing ragged. Could he still speak? “Wh-whu-…” 

It was difficult to move his mouth, yet he still found himself able to utter words... ”What da hell are y-ya talkin’ about f-fre-freak!?” He sputtered after much difficulty.