((Once you read it and if you answer, I hope you answer as the psychiatrist, cause I want to find someone to play her. Please read!))
Stein was in a room of black-- pure darkness around him. It seemed to be a large space, and he heard someone dragging their nails across a metal surface. He gripped his head, wincing at the loudness of the noise. His heart beat a little faster as he felt the nails drag down his spine. "Stop it..." He muttered, closing them off with a wall. But he knew all walls have some kind of door-- some kind of path inside. His eyes shut tighter and the walls became harder, seeming to be made out of metal now.. That's the metal it's scratching on. He held his head tighter "Stop it..!" he said louder, and there was a slamming sound on the wall. The sound lead up to the door and slammed down hard, and he falls to his knees. "I said stop!" He exclaimed, slamming a fist into the ground. He jumped as the banging persisted, and curled up there in the middle of the floor...
That was years ago, and it was a dream, but he's been there since.
The room he's created in his mind has another door now, and it leads into a hallway with a series of rooms, one door being locked and shut tight, the rest seem to be free to enter and exit. Stein was there, now.
"What do you see?" A voice speaks to him as he sat in the chair in a room, this one outside his head.
"Just... My rooms..."
"What are they like?"
"Messy. There are thoughts everywhere, they need to be cleaned up and put away..."
"You should work on that, but not now. I want to know what is in that room you mentioned. The one that's locked," The voice is a curious one-- female, a doctor.
He's holding her file in his hand in his mind, but sets it on a desk. "Number one..?" He said with a slightly wavered voice.
"Yes, that one," She replied.
"I.. I can't," His head and body shakes a little.
"..." He hears her scribbling down something on paper, and he makes a note in his head on her file. "Alright then, what's the first thing you see? Pick something up," She says calmly.
He looks around. Papers, everywhere. He leans over and picks up a random one. "Just a memory..." He says softly, staring at the bit of paper in his hand.
"What is it about?" She asks.
"I said, it's just a memory.. A little scrawled note.. I can't always tell what they say. And I don't always write them," He set it off in a box that says 'His'.
"Who writes them?" She asks with a concerned tone.
"The one in The First Door," He answers.
More scribbling down of notes.
He flinches, and she looks at him. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah," He says, shaking his head. "He gets loud when he wants to say things to people..."
"Can I talk to--" She starts.
"NO. I already said I'm not opening the door," His voice is strict and his eyes almost open, she notices that.
"Alright," She said in a tone that asks for him to keep his eyes shut. "Go to another room, then," She insists. He nods and continues. "What else is there?"
"There are a lot of computers.. Larger files, places to store more memory," He went on for a little, not noticing that he did.
"What are on these files?" She asks.
"Why do you ask the same question? They're just memories... I have different computers for storing different kinds of memories.. This one looks like..." His voice trails off, and his eyes open.
The woman in the opposite chair is staring at him. "What is it?" She hasn't noticed his eyes opened.
He stands up and shakes his head, "Nothing," He's gotten quiet. "I'm going home now," He states, turning around and walking out before she can say another word.
He's still a professor at the Academy, but things have recently happened that forced Shinigami to ask him to see a professional... So, every day he has an appointment with her. He doesn't like her much.
The next day, he goes back to her for his appointment, since he can't do much else. He's building up a system...
A normality.
Stein was in a room of black-- pure darkness around him. It seemed to be a large space, and he heard someone dragging their nails across a metal surface. He gripped his head, wincing at the loudness of the noise. His heart beat a little faster as he felt the nails drag down his spine. "Stop it..." He muttered, closing them off with a wall. But he knew all walls have some kind of door-- some kind of path inside. His eyes shut tighter and the walls became harder, seeming to be made out of metal now.. That's the metal it's scratching on. He held his head tighter "Stop it..!" he said louder, and there was a slamming sound on the wall. The sound lead up to the door and slammed down hard, and he falls to his knees. "I said stop!" He exclaimed, slamming a fist into the ground. He jumped as the banging persisted, and curled up there in the middle of the floor...
That was years ago, and it was a dream, but he's been there since.
The room he's created in his mind has another door now, and it leads into a hallway with a series of rooms, one door being locked and shut tight, the rest seem to be free to enter and exit. Stein was there, now.
"What do you see?" A voice speaks to him as he sat in the chair in a room, this one outside his head.
"Just... My rooms..."
"What are they like?"
"Messy. There are thoughts everywhere, they need to be cleaned up and put away..."
"You should work on that, but not now. I want to know what is in that room you mentioned. The one that's locked," The voice is a curious one-- female, a doctor.
He's holding her file in his hand in his mind, but sets it on a desk. "Number one..?" He said with a slightly wavered voice.
"Yes, that one," She replied.
"I.. I can't," His head and body shakes a little.
"..." He hears her scribbling down something on paper, and he makes a note in his head on her file. "Alright then, what's the first thing you see? Pick something up," She says calmly.
He looks around. Papers, everywhere. He leans over and picks up a random one. "Just a memory..." He says softly, staring at the bit of paper in his hand.
"What is it about?" She asks.
"I said, it's just a memory.. A little scrawled note.. I can't always tell what they say. And I don't always write them," He set it off in a box that says 'His'.
"Who writes them?" She asks with a concerned tone.
"The one in The First Door," He answers.
More scribbling down of notes.
He flinches, and she looks at him. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah," He says, shaking his head. "He gets loud when he wants to say things to people..."
"Can I talk to--" She starts.
"NO. I already said I'm not opening the door," His voice is strict and his eyes almost open, she notices that.
"Alright," She said in a tone that asks for him to keep his eyes shut. "Go to another room, then," She insists. He nods and continues. "What else is there?"
"There are a lot of computers.. Larger files, places to store more memory," He went on for a little, not noticing that he did.
"What are on these files?" She asks.
"Why do you ask the same question? They're just memories... I have different computers for storing different kinds of memories.. This one looks like..." His voice trails off, and his eyes open.
The woman in the opposite chair is staring at him. "What is it?" She hasn't noticed his eyes opened.
He stands up and shakes his head, "Nothing," He's gotten quiet. "I'm going home now," He states, turning around and walking out before she can say another word.
He's still a professor at the Academy, but things have recently happened that forced Shinigami to ask him to see a professional... So, every day he has an appointment with her. He doesn't like her much.
The next day, he goes back to her for his appointment, since he can't do much else. He's building up a system...
A normality.
{Athena is a psychologist, and can work as a psychiatrist.}
(Yay~~ Nobody ever replies to things like this that I post normally.. So thank you for replying!)
{It's nothing!}
(So go ahead and reply when you can, it'd probably be the psychiatrist in the room with him coming in.)
{Alright. I'll get to it soon.}
Athena stood at the back of the room. "Hi there, Franken. I'll be your new psychiatrist. The other one... Well, she quit." She smiles softly. "She told me about you."
"Second one that's quit on me this year." He sits and frowns, staring at you. "Also, I prefer to be called Stein, if you don't mind." The man sighs. "So, are you going to ask me the same questions like she did? Or will you be asking different ones?"
"Different. I hope." She lightly frowns. "Name's Athena. Athena Cykes."
"Do you mind if I call you Doctor Cykes then?" He's just staring at you, resenting. "These visits are against my will, I thought you should know."
"I'm aware. I'll try to help make in easier, in any way I can!"
"You betcha!" said a small voice.
"You betcha!" said a small voice.
He raises a brow. "Did you say that..? Or was it just me.."
There was a device around her neck, glowing a slight blue. "Oh! This is Widget! Say hi, Widget!"
"Hi, Widget!" it said. Athena just laughed.
"Hi, Widget!" it said. Athena just laughed.
"It's a device?What's it for?" He looks curious, and even approaches you to look at it.
"It allows me to see people's emotions. It also reflects my own, as the color, and will blurt out my thoughts occasionally."
"That seems like a bit of a weakness," He leans in.
"Nah. It keeps me open. No lies for me!" She grinned, Widget's screen turning green, representing happiness.
"Hm.. So then you can read someone's emotional state without seeing their soul?"
"Nope. I don't need to see souls." The screen goes back to a soft blue.
"Hm.. That's interesting. So... Questions?" He sits back down in his chair, looking at you.
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