🗃️ Dr. Falsone:
His heart stung, if that was even possible. Something felt as if it was calling him, desperately, and though it wasn't screaming, it was loud, so very loud. It ran through Dr. Falsone's head like a possessed record player of some sort. Dr. Falsone's head throbbed, not in an ache, but he felt like it would eventually ache if it continued like this.
It called, and called like a phone stuck on its' ring. It wanted him, it wanted him as much as he wanted it. He didn't know what this 'it' was, but he wanted it, he needed it, he had to have it.
His mind was almost on the brink of insanity every time he sat and listened to it, and so Dr. Falsone tried his best to block it out and not listen, in worry of losing his mind.
Dr. Falsone was staring upstairs, a place reserved for very dangerous, and important experiments that were only accessible by the higher-ups, the really high higher-ups. Dr. Falsone was nothing compared to them. Dr. Falsone stared, and stared, a cold sweat dripping down his forehead, he was almost in a trance with that thing, that voice, calling him, calling him loudly, over and over, again and again.
again and again, and again, and again.
His heart stung, if that was even possible. Something felt as if it was calling him, desperately, and though it wasn't screaming, it was loud, so very loud. It ran through Dr. Falsone's head like a possessed record player of some sort. Dr. Falsone's head throbbed, not in an ache, but he felt like it would eventually ache if it continued like this.
It called, and called like a phone stuck on its' ring. It wanted him, it wanted him as much as he wanted it. He didn't know what this 'it' was, but he wanted it, he needed it, he had to have it.
His mind was almost on the brink of insanity every time he sat and listened to it, and so Dr. Falsone tried his best to block it out and not listen, in worry of losing his mind.
Dr. Falsone was staring upstairs, a place reserved for very dangerous, and important experiments that were only accessible by the higher-ups, the really high higher-ups. Dr. Falsone was nothing compared to them. Dr. Falsone stared, and stared, a cold sweat dripping down his forehead, he was almost in a trance with that thing, that voice, calling him, calling him loudly, over and over, again and again.
again and again, and again, and again.
"Hey." One of Dr. Falsone's fellow colleague stood behind him. Townley quickly pulled out a handkerchief from their lab coat pocket and offered it to Dr. Falsone. "Is everything okay?" They asked with a simple smile. Townley followed Falsone's stare to the upstairs; right into the belly of the beast. All the higher ups told them was simply not to enter the upstairs. "Curiosity certainly kills the cat, doesn't it?"
🗃️ Dr. Falsone:
Dr. Falsone snapped out of it, it was like a thick blanket being taken off of him, exposing him to the bright light of the hallway's lights. "Huh?" Dr. Falsone turned his heel to look at Dr. Townley, "Oh.. yes everything is okay.." Dr. Falsone smiled, it was a bit forced, he was unexpectant of anyone being nearby.
"Curiosity kills the cat.. yes.." Dr. Falsone glanced out the corner of his eye towards the upstairs again, then cleared his throat. "Sorry, I zoned out for a bit there." Dr. Falsone recollected himself, "Did.. you need anything?" Dr. Falsone said, just now seeing the handkerchief offered to him, and he carefully took it and wiped his forehead of the cold sweat.
Dr. Falsone snapped out of it, it was like a thick blanket being taken off of him, exposing him to the bright light of the hallway's lights. "Huh?" Dr. Falsone turned his heel to look at Dr. Townley, "Oh.. yes everything is okay.." Dr. Falsone smiled, it was a bit forced, he was unexpectant of anyone being nearby.
"Curiosity kills the cat.. yes.." Dr. Falsone glanced out the corner of his eye towards the upstairs again, then cleared his throat. "Sorry, I zoned out for a bit there." Dr. Falsone recollected himself, "Did.. you need anything?" Dr. Falsone said, just now seeing the handkerchief offered to him, and he carefully took it and wiped his forehead of the cold sweat.
Townley slightly watched Dr. Falsone with a small bit of concern. "Well, I'm glad that everything is okay," they said. Townley looked back upstairs before turning their attention back to Dr. Falsone. "There is no need to apologize." Townley dismissively waved like those lucky cat figures. "I don't need anything really. Just checking up on you." They looked back upstairs and spoke without second thought, "Ever wonder what is up in those rooms?"
🗃️ Dr. Falsone:
Dr. Falsone frowned a bit, glancing at the upstairs again. "Yes.. Yes, I do." Dr. Falsone said underneath his breath, almost in a slightly desperate way.
Dr. Falsone snapped out of it again and walked past Dr. Townley. "Well, uhm, if you don't need anything, I guess I should really be getting back to work." Dr. Falsone said to them, "Are you aware of anything that needs to be done that I could do?" Dr. Falsone wanted to get his mind off that..thing calling him..
Dr. Falsone frowned a bit, glancing at the upstairs again. "Yes.. Yes, I do." Dr. Falsone said underneath his breath, almost in a slightly desperate way.
Dr. Falsone snapped out of it again and walked past Dr. Townley. "Well, uhm, if you don't need anything, I guess I should really be getting back to work." Dr. Falsone said to them, "Are you aware of anything that needs to be done that I could do?" Dr. Falsone wanted to get his mind off that..thing calling him..
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