Take Responsibility.

[transmittable]

The past several weekends have been an unrelenting barrage of death in particularly disturbing manners; either the method or the number of people, sometimes both, have been particularly extreme. This week has seen fewer dead than the last; however, the way that that one kill seems to have happened... It's not a particularly good tradeoff. Either way, however, expectations still need to be met and investigations still need to be carried out; once the allotted time has passed, those doors in the center of the second corridor slide open once again, the sight managing to be at the same time familiar and unwelcoming. The fluorescent overhead lights of the operating theater beam down, flooding the room with bright and steady light as soon as the first person walks in; the seats surrounding the podium circle in the center of the room remain as empty as ever. Four more are gone, their absence notated by their portraits joining the others in watching the proceedings through greyed-out and unseeing eyes, Kogami, Madison, Sakura Matou, and Osomatsu's podiums all draped in black. Once everyone has found their place in the circle, the public-address system comes to life once again in a light crackle of static; the Transmitter can be heard throughout the room shortly thereafter. "Fraternal is dead. You guys...you know what to do. Put together what you've found and try to seek out the guilty. You know what'll happen if you can't. Good luck." Eleven Patients remain. We'll see how many leave at the end of the day.

Comments

[arebetter]

... is your eye okay there today, buddy?

[doctorize]

... My eye?

[That seems to trip him up for a second there, the hand not holding the gun almost coming up toward it by reflex, before forcing his hand back down.]

I don't know why you want to care about something like that right now. It's not important.

[arebetter]

Then open it. If nothing else, you might have... a wound in there or something you're not showing us.

[doctorize]

[There's a long pause, before...

Danny finally opens that eye. An eye, with both red and green pupils, is now looking back at everyone.]

Happy now?

[arebetter]

[ THIS IS NOT WHAT SHE EXPECTED, OKAY ]

Uh... no, you still have a gun out, but I'm good on questions for right now.

[crywiththesaints]

Pupula duplex. A condition that's considered to be either extremely rare or nothing but a myth. But you don't always look that way, do you?

...Your false eyes.

[doctorize]

[Ah]

Indeed. However, I should note that this eye is also made of glass, too. It's certainly more unique to look at than a hole in one's face, don't you agree?

[crywiththesaints]

I can't exactly judge you on appearances. You ought to see some of the things I've cooked up. But what's important here is that you put it in this day and no other, yet decided to hide it.

[doctorize]

... I didn't recognize it at first when I first woke up here and found it staring back at me in the mirror.

[But now he does, thanks to regaining memories here]

[ossifragant]

.....if you want attention, sure.

[I mean you kind of need to have a hole in your face if you're wearing a false eye to begin with.]

[journalname]

[Asgore does not seem to even register this as significant, he is not a human and monsters have some crazy appearances.]

Please, lower the weapon.

[ossifragant]

[Well that's certainly weird, but Greed doesn't look completely put off after the initial shock.]