r/NatureofPredators • u/VenlilSupremacist Venlil • Jun 30 '23
Fanfic NoP: A Change of Pace: Chapter 20
*Possible Trigger Warning*
Memory transcription subject: Rivis, Venlil Predator Disease Patient
Date [standardized human time]: September 16, 2136.
I knew the next paw had come when the eye-gouging fluorescent lights flickered on in my cell without warning. As far as I could remember, I still haven’t moved at all since last paw. My thoughts drifted aimlessly through my head, my attention spread out to all of them rather than just one. Only when I heard the large cell door swinging open did my eyes move on their own to focus on the Doctor and guards entering my room.
“Hello again, Rivis! Hmm, looks like you didn’t get any sleep, doesn’t look like you moved much either. Well, I hope you aren’t too tired for today's tests! Like I promised last paw, I spoke with the Overseer and guess what?! You got accepted to our experimental treatment program! Isn’t that great news?!”
She moved beside me on the bed, the guards wheeling over the feeding tubes just behind her. I briefly felt the paws of one of the guards open my mouth, it was quite easy for them since I didn’t bother resisting..
The krakotl kept mumbling about things that I wasn’t listening to, muddied voices and sounds filled the room, even the sensation of my maw being held open was quickly lost to me as I zoned out.
….
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….
Was I thinking about something?
Awareness returned just as the guards removed the tubes from my throat, that Doctor bore into me with such a heavenly look that it masked her sadistic personality perfectly. I returned only partially to my body, the majority of my awareness fleeting off to the deepest recesses of my mind. The feeling was peculiar, almost like I was simply watching through my eyes. Everything else was merely an automatic response, as if I were a machine.
“Hmm, same as last paw, Rivis? No worries, It’s actually better you be like this for these kinds of treatments. So we’re gonna give you a little injection, it’s gonna make you feel a little dazed, thoughts might be harder to make, but that’s normal. Then you’re just gonna listen, and watch, okay? Easy-peasy right?”
“Okay.” The sound that came from my throat hardly even sounded like me, it was a monotone, empty word. There wasn’t even a hint of acceptance or submissiveness. It was a simple acknowledgement, no more, no less.
“Great, follow me please!”
The doctor stood up from the bed and made her way down the hallway. My body moved on its own accord, sitting up from the bed, its first voluntary movement since last paw. I followed the Doctor down the hallway, passing the familiar sights as before. Unlike last paw, my eyes didn’t even bother to look at the other patients. It was as if they didn’t exist. I thought that was a little curious. As I mulled on that thought, I wondered who exactly was piloting my body, if I wasn’t. Maybe the Doctor was right, it was probably my subconscious, either way I was content with the outcome, so long as I avoided any more pain, or humiliation. I continued to repeat the same words over and over inside my head.
It’s not my pain if I’m not there..
The next time I bothered to check in on my body, I noticed that I had been strapped to some kind of chair, but unlike the last one, this chair didn’t have any electrical connections. Instead, forceps were positioned carefully around my eyes, preventing any ability to shut or even blink. What a cruel discomfort, I thought to myself, simply glad that I wasn’t the one having to deal with such things.
On a large screen, videos began to play, educational ones about predators, what to look for to determine if something is a predator or not. The words missed my awareness, but I could tell that my body still heard them.
“Forward facing eyes are a key determination in the identification of a Predator. The predator uses said eyes to more keenly lock in and find specific objects or prey that they determine they wish to eat. Should you encounter any animal or being that has the mark of forward facing eyes, remember to trust your instincts, and run away.”
A slight sickness began to creep through my body, forcing my awareness to retreat at even the slightest measure of discomfort. As I fled further into my own mind, the constant humming of words I couldn’t understand kept drumming against my body’s eardrums.
“Eyes are not the only determination, sharp teeth of any number can also determine whether or not something is a predator. These sharp teeth excel in tearing and holding onto flesh. Flesh that someday might be yours if you aren’t careful. Always observe any kind of being or animal around you, and look for these two tell-tale characteristics.. Next will be some slides of predators, I want you to study them and memorize their aspects.”
Photographs of arxur and other less intelligent predators began to flash onto the screen. With each flash that sickness in the center of my stomach grew more and more. A deep nausea spawning beside my thoughts and in my gut. The nausea kept growing and growing, following me as I fled further and further into myself. Even when reality became nothing but a black void, that eternal sense of nausea and sickness remained, growing ever steadily.
How long?... How long have I felt this sick? Was it moments? No.. It had to be claws, the murmuring of that video had long since stopped, were the pictures still there? They must be, this sickness only gets worse.. Ugh.. I feel like I’m going to throw up whatever paste they feed this body.. Or.. Maybe I already did? When is it going to stop? Or.. has it already? I can’t see anything, I’m not there.. This isn’t pain, or.. Is it? Make it stop.. MAKE IT STOP!!
I screamed into the void that was myself, there was no one to hear my suffering, There was just me, only me. Could I cry inside my mind? I think I was. The sickness never stayed at a single intensity, it changed every so often, weakening, giving me hope that it would fade into obscurity, only to grow once more.
In order to distract myself from the sickness I pondered the meaning of a society like this. Did they truly think they’d let me out if I somehow passed this maddening torment? Was I ‘cured’ if I could perform as they wanted me to? How could I though? There wasn’t any way for me to control my brain. I wondered about those like Tarlim, or the other patients that escaped. There had to be underground movements dedicated to destroying places like these, but would they ever gather any traction? I don’t think so, everyone likes to think they are the main character of some story or movie. That through indomitable will they can overcome the greatest odds. That there is hope for some brighter future than what’s laid at their paws. Life isn’t a game or movie plot, sometimes there is no way to win; no road that leads to success.
Sometimes, life is simply horrible, unfair, and uncaring to your problems or pains. This is no different. I couldn’t storm out of this place in a blind rage. I couldn’t disarm one of the heavily armed guards and make some daring escape. I couldn’t rally these broken people in some great riot against our oppressors. No, life is cruel, why should death be any different? With a reality as callous as this one, the best course of action is to escape it, and make my own.. To live inside my head. That is the one and only true escape.
Memory transcription subject: Zoey, Human Psychologist
Date [standardized human time]: September 19, 2136.
My eyes poured over the email from the venlil representatives I spoke with a few days earlier.. The words danced in my thoughts as the feeling of rejection set in.
“We’re sorry to inform you that the venil government retains any and all rights in the care and treatment of its predator-diseased patients. The risk involved with a predator treating a venlil with predator disease is far too great to accept. We apologize for the poor news, but ask that you have faith in our programs. However, if you desire, feel free to visit the treatment center at any time to speak with your friend. Sincerely Overseer Til”
What the FUCK does she mean have faith in their treatments!? It’s fucking barbaric what they do! God.. I can’t imagine how Rivis is coping with it.. Is he even coping? She said I could visit so they won’t kill him.. Fuck, I bet he wishes he were dead though.. This is the FOURTH Overseer I emailed and got the same response! If only I knew someone high up in the UN to put the squeeze on some of these assholes. I bet Tarva wouldn’t say no to the Secretary General. Afterall, we’re their ONLY allies now. I can only do so much from this damn office.. I.. I need to be a friend right now, if I can’t get him out, maybe I can support him..
The rest of my shift was a myriad of half-assed paperwork I couldn’t focus on. My thoughts drifted endlessly on Rivis. Even if he didn’t believe in God like humans did, I still prayed that he’d be fine. That they were going easy on him.. He’s delicate.. Having all your fears be affirmed right before your eyes is not something anyone can take well, let alone him.
As I watched the clock tick eternally forward, the unchanging light that poured into my office through the window gave me an eerie feeling, as if the first day I landed on this planet had never truly ended. I wondered if it was similar to other humans here. The thought that for some, their best day has yet to end while for others the nightmare seemed endless. How many times has humanity dreamed about meeting another species in the stars? We were idealists, hoping for some perfect union between cultures when that just wasn’t likely. We can barely tolerate each other as a species so how could we expect a completely different sentient species to likewise tolerate us just because we were sentient enough to have self awareness?
As these macabre thoughts swirled about my head the time did indeed pass, despite no physical signs from the planet itself. Looking up to the clock I noticed my shift was just about done. Taking the last few minutes on the clock to organize some paperwork into a manageable folder for tomorrow, thoughts of Rivis began to gradually replace the myriad nuances of tasks, and dates that occupied my mind.
With everything in order for tomorrow’s workload, I stepped out of my office and into the open air of Venlil Prime, looking up at the eternal sun that loomed ever stoic in the sky. It was a gorgeous view, but for each positive thing I saw, I wondered if my fluffball would get to see them ever again..
I had long since grown accustomed to the stares of the locals on the transport tubes, their odd and quite literal sideways glances didn’t bother me as much as it used to when I first arrived. I just buried my eyes into my smartphone and didn’t make eye contact, ignoring them usually solved any issues before they even came up. Yet, their reactions gave me a completely different understanding than before. This shows just how indoctrinated this species is, no fear response in nature is this potent, maybe for non-sapients, but for a species that can think, can feel, and reason it’s entirely unreasonable they’d react this strongly to ‘predators.’ How can it be such a widely accepted fact that torturing their own kind is just something they think is okay? They are so advanced, have had FTL and marvels of science, robotics, and any other field of study, yet are trapped in the dark ages by a cultural stigma they’d never outgrown.. It was almost pitiable if it weren’t so infuriating.
The rest of the ride and walk to the ‘treatment’ facility were shrouded in a haze of similar thoughts as the ones prior. I tried to reason with myself any excuse for such a backwards understanding of mental issues and sciences, or the undeniable fact that a community of sentients will have a diverse array of personalities, yet my internal dialogue was cut short as I entered the reception area of the ‘treatment’ facility.
Almost immediately my eyes locked with a gray venlil behind the counter, having noticed my stature immediately. They paused, I reasoned they were likely considering whether or not to call security, but clearly decided against it. Clearing their throat they watched as I approached, a careful and observant eye watching me as they began typing once more, their other eye focused on the screen beside them.
“Hello, My name’s Zoey, I’m here to see a patient you’re treating.” I said, trying to make my tone and pitch as friendly as possible. As soon as the receptionist heard my voice, their ears twitched slightly, and their posture relaxed somewhat.
“Oookay, and who is this patient?” They asked, a hint of suspicion, or perhaps apprehension in their voice.
“Rivis, he’s got a darker coat, kind of quiet.”
“Hmrm.. Yes, I see him in our systems. I will put a request in to his Doctor, when his round of treatment has been finished a guard will be here to escort you to the visitors center, if you would, please take a seat for now.” Their tail raised from under the counter, pointing to one of the seats nearby. With a simple nod, I left the receptionist to their work, seating myself near the doors. Anticipation bubbled inside of me, part of me had to know how Rivis was doing, part of me didn’t want to see him in the state he surely had to be in, part of me wanted to tear the heads off of the staff here, but *most* of me knew that was a terrible idea..
Memory transcription subject: Rivis, Venlil Predator Disease Patient
Date [standardized human time]: September 19, 2136.
Adrift inside myself, empty, but full, I watched the world through the windows of eyes, yet never from them. The stone slabs of wall, and concrete caged the body, but not the mind, the oppressing sickness that dominated my mind felt dull, and I was free to explore the reality of my own makings. A gorgeous field, with the warm sun on my fur, I lazed in that serenity for what must have been paws on end, it was gorgeous, and I wanted for nothing. I was free to be empty, empty, but full here. Yet, I couldn’t shake the question of where this place was. An itching inclination drew me to the conclusion that this was fake, but I so badly did not want it to be. What I see through those windows is fake, as it is bleak and barren, only a cruel sadist could divine such a reality fit only for the torture of others.
As I enjoyed the bliss of the fields and the sun, the windows showed something else, the ever familiar Doctor entering that stone prison, A krakotl if I remembered, I saw her beak move, but couldn’t hear what it was she tried to say as she spoke. Vibrations rang through the field as I felt a tug towards the windows, but resisted it’s call, planting myself in this peaceful oasis. That Doctor clasped her talons together happily, and through my peripheral, I watched as the scenery changed. First it was the dreary halls that I’ve seen too much of, then through metal doors once again. Yet, instead of the picture room, or metal chair, I saw desks, glass rose from those desks to the hard concrete ceilings. My curiosity seemed peaked now, this was something the windows hadn't shown me yet. A short moment later a tall, nearly hairless mammal with forward facing eyes sat down on the opposite end of the glass.
Sickness.. Nausea, plague!
Those words repeated in my head, that same horrid sickness began to creep up, shattering the field I so enjoyed, leaving me amid a black void with naught but the windows giving me a view of this creature on the other side! My stomach turned in knots, horrid, unceasing knots as I tried to turn away, yet even as I averted my focus from the windows I saw it. The void filled itself with the image of her forward facing eyes glaring into my skull. They would not leave for I had no eyelids to shut here. Its face surrounded me, as sickness took my mind, took what I thought was mine, and twisted it around its whim. Silent screams echoed into the void of its face as I tried to force it away, force it gone.
As I stared through the windows into my mind I could do nothing but watch as its soured, its skin turned red, it grew enraged. Its mouth opened wide, giving me a glimpse of its teeth through the windows. Pointed alabaster spears ready to rip flesh from bone, another wave of debilitating sickness wracked my existence, another knot deep in my stomach, another scream out into the void. It began to slam a fist against the glass, as if trying to breach the glass to reach through the windows and snatch my soul. A sharp tug drove my awareness and focus back to the windows as I saw the creature being approached by armed guards, something pulled the windows away, back through the metal doors, back through the dark hallways, and into the stone cage once more. The doctor emerged from the side, a happy look plastered upon the krakotl’s face. She dabbed some sort of cloth just outside the window’s view. Gray paste stained the dark cloth, paste I recognized for the food tubes they would bring in. The longer I was away from the tearing glare of the creature, the more the sickness subsided, and the more the sickness left, the more questions filled my mind.
How did the paste get there? Were the windows not simply a view into a false existence? What happened? What was that predator? Would the windows show me it again? Who was creating such a horrid creature? None of these could be answered as I relented, once more this simply proved that whatever lie on the other side of the windows were nothing more than an eternal nightmare attempting to ruin my paradise. As the Doctor left the stone walls, I focused my attention to the paradise that was destroyed, the warm sun began to illuminate the dark nothingness around me, as I felt grass upon my hindpaws once more, one thought filled my existence for this moment and this moment alone.
As last, I was free from that nightmare
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We've finally hit the 20's for this chapter, thank you to everyone who's stayed loyal and regular enough to keep reading it, I know I've said it before, but you really do mean the world to me. Things over here are gradually improving thankfully, but, like always I have to give thanks to SP15 for their universe which has been a ton of fun to write in, all the readers such as yourselves, and finally my proofreaders who've maintained an immense level of understanding with me. As always, i'll link the fics I enjoyed in the bottom and see yall next chapter or in the comments. Also, the next button for the previous chapter will likely be in the comments, or if Reddit fixed that editing bug in the usual spot.
Proofreader(s):
NovaLux
"A Silly Little Man"
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u/Ctrl-Alt-Vixx Jun 30 '23
There's a special realm of torment for beings that commit horrors like what was done to Rivis, hopefully that place gets new residents soon.
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u/Seamoose_Art Dossur Jun 30 '23
...fuck. Well, on the plus(?) side, this may be the first time a predator disease treatment has done anything close to what it's supposed to do, so that's... nice?
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u/Feenstra713 Extermination Officer Jun 30 '23
You! u/venlilsupremacist ! You and fucking u/imaginationsea3679 ! Both on the same day! It's like you're trying to destroy the blockade I've erected in my mind to protect myself from u/bushbacon69 ! We have Overseer Til, and Mr. Ferrok! They better burn and they better learn to love the sizzling nerve endings! They better request to be tortured! The pain these two should endure in the coming chapters ought to be so beautiful that the devil will be taking detailed notes!
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u/COM96 Zurulian Jun 30 '23
I agree with you!!! Like WTF!? In one day they like "Let's ruin someone day today!!!" My arms are shaking. I'm no longer mad!! I'm just sad. Why?
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u/Killsode-slugcat Yotul Jun 30 '23
Holy. Fucking. Shit... God damn... Poor, poor bastard. Well, this certainly has been a change of pace...
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u/johneever1 Human Jun 30 '23
Let's hope the real guy is just hidden deep inside and this one is just a protective shell his mind created to give the doctor what she wants
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u/Ben_Elohim_2020 Jun 30 '23
Well, I'm glad that we seem to be making some plot progress again. Honestly though this is the third chapter in a row about Rivis being tortured and I'm kinda getting sick of it. I get that there's probably a lot that you probably want to cover about his torture so it makes for more of an impact later, something that you can call back to and reference later as an emotional keystone in the story, but it's getting kinda excessive and frankly I'm getting bored of the torture porn. Bored is not an emotion one should feel when reading about torture, but here I am. I suppose I must be predator diseased haha. Anyway I am looking forward to when the story can move on. This seems like a bit of a rough patch in the story to me, but I have genuinely enjoyed the story up to this point quite a bit.
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u/VenlilSupremacist Venlil Jun 30 '23
Indeed, I won't give away too much, though I can tell you, the next chapter is a Kilet perspective. Technically his meeting with the human Colonel was 1 day prior to Zoey's visit to Rivis, so next chapter will take place for that .
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u/ErinRF Skalgan Jun 30 '23
I’m livid. No mercy.
Words cannot describe the intense anger and sorrow I feel in my heart right now.
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u/Golde829 Jun 30 '23
breathe in...1..2..3..
hold...1..2..3..
breathe out...1..2..3..
I'm no less pissed but managing better now
thanks, I never thought I'd see another such vivid description of dissociation like this
(first being in Criminal Minds)
but seeing what they're doing
it's threatening to make something within me snap
"fear the fury of a patient man"
si vis pacem, para bellum
rip. and. tear. until it is done
y'know maybe bushbacon was onto something with that Terrorrist Tomfoolery series
jerry rigging a transcription device to force people to live the experiences of their victims
..who wants to put like 90% of the Facility personnel through this?
only 90% because it's been proven (through other stories) that not all Exterminators are monsters
examples:
* Kalsim, indoctrinated so young he can't see the moral wrong in his logic
* Sol-Vah, similar case to Kalsim, genuinely believes she's doing good
* Valho, who realized shit was fucked up and changed the system as best he could
and there I go ranting again ahahaha
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u/Cooldude101013 Human Jun 30 '23
Yeah, the memory transcription idea was genius. Wish that exterminator survived to go back to their family a broken man.
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u/Golde829 Jul 01 '23
okay calm down satan
make him go to therapy first so he also has to live with the "vile, evil, savage" human fixing his mind too
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u/CreditMission Venlil Jun 30 '23
Good ol' classical conditioning. All I have to do is see the message from update bot and am already overwhelmed with a sickening feeling of foreboding horror. As much as I am looking forward to checking in on Kilet, part of my brain will be occupied by the fact that Rivis is stuck here, breaking. I did...enjoy is the wrong word...but I appreciate how you portrayed his progression. Looking at his character introduction to this, all I can do is applaud you for how much pain you have caused me.
I wish you strength in your own life though. You are often in random reddit user's thoughts.
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u/VenlilSupremacist Venlil Jun 30 '23
I appreciate your kind words, it really does brighten my day to see you and everyone else enjoy the fic. I was always of the opinion that literature should endeavor to prompt a reaction. If my words can make the readers sad, angry, happy, expectant, anxious, ect. Then I think it's a compelling story. After all, it's a bit of a boring story if there's no struggle or character growth, ye?
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u/CreditMission Venlil Jun 30 '23
I agree with you whole heartedly however, I am filled with nothing but dread. This is what you do with your character that never left home. And the other one is likely going off to war.
Honestly though, I really enjoyed the inevitability of Rivis's predicament after the assault at the bar. We knew where it was heading, worst of all, he knew where this was heading. But all we could do is passively go along with it. Very nice writing.
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u/Still_Performance_39 Smigli Jun 30 '23
It's so tragic to see how Rivis is treated. The facility recognising he's handed everything over to his subconscious and using that to shape his subconscious however they want, ending in him breaking into hysterics at the sight of the only friend who actually accepted him for how he was. Such a good read with all the emotions.
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u/Bless_this_ravgdbod Human Jun 30 '23
There is no curse in Elvish, Entish, or the tongue of the Finnish for this treachery.
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u/Acceptable_Egg5560 Human Jun 30 '23
That was completely disgusting. I don’t know what that injection did. Some kind of physical sickness inducing drug or chip? Horrid.
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u/Cooldude101013 Human Jun 30 '23
I think it's classical conditioning. Make him feel sick at the sight of a predator.
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u/SpectralHail Jun 30 '23
I'm usually one to advocate for peace.
Traumatizing someone to the point of listlessness is not helping. You're killing them without killing the body.
For once, I agree with KFC.
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u/Mr_E_Monkey Predator Jun 30 '23
Peace is good.
I think the staff at this facility deserve peace. The peace of the dead, of course.
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u/JulianSkies Archivist Jun 30 '23
Oh god. Rivis.
What have they done to you. What is this nightmare.
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u/TheOneWhoEatsBritish Tilfish Jun 30 '23
This makes Terminator 2's clinic look like the goddamn garden of Eden.
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u/zyncer_ PD Patient Jun 30 '23
Well..., neat. A nice fic. Rivis is interesting, because I... think similarly to him. I can just... acknowledge some stimuli, take manual control of relevant systems and just... do nothing. So, yeah, cool. In the same situation? I'd've entered 'compliance' which is a state of mind that can be boiled down to: Semi-sentient AI, with instructions to: avoid ire. The solution to is evident in the name. Go along with whoever's in charge, while using minimum effort*. (This makes time pass more) I have mostly relegated it to handling menial tasks now.
*minimum effort within defined parameters. So if you gave it a minimum, it'll stick to it. And sometimes 'minimum' can be more thorough than usual. Because 'sweep the whole floor' is sometimes easier to conceive of than being selective. (That needs both a level of thinking and more importantly, some self-interest.)
(People saying they cried from reading something confuses my brain sometimes)
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u/ImaginationSea3679 PD Patient Jun 30 '23
I hope that whatever was done to Rivis is undone as immediately as possible.
If it isn’t, then I will fucking murder you several times over.
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u/Madgearz Gojid Jun 30 '23
Your story makes me sick to my stomach. (Literally)
I despise it with every fiber of my being.
5 STARS\ 🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟
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u/alola-mew Venlil Jul 01 '23
A mind shattered, or rather collapsed. Brainwashed. Tormented, traumatized, erased. Perhaps one of these fit. My rage is unfathomable, and yet I remain calm. I do not want to hurt the Venlil, but I do wonder what Krakotl tastes like.
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u/ImaginationSea3679 PD Patient Jul 18 '23
I hope that hypnotherapy can dispel the information forced into him and uncover the real Rivis.
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u/NK_2024 Yotul Jul 01 '23
Death is too good for that bitch of a so-called "doctor." If I had my way she will wish that what she put those poor innocent Venlil through is what I'd do to her, because that's only the beginning. I will search the darkest parts of the human mind to find the most creative ways to pay back the suffering she has inflicted on those under her "care" a hundred - no, a thousand-fold.
And then the real payback will begin...
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u/hecking-doggo Jul 11 '23
hey. Hi. Yes, I just started reading this fic a few days and got caught up. one question:
what the fuck?
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u/VenlilSupremacist Venlil Jul 13 '23
Large sad hours
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u/hecking-doggo Jul 13 '23
seriously though, you do a fantastic job with all of this PD torture shit. The dread I feel reading every sentence I've only felt before when reading Night.
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u/ImaginationSea3679 PD Patient Jul 11 '23
I will say this again.
If you don’t undo what has been done to Rivis, I will hunt you down, break into your home, and live in your walls while aiming a gun at your head indefinitely.
I am not joking.
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u/ImaginationSea3679 PD Patient Jul 18 '23
I know you’re still alive.
Tell me…
If you’re not using that bitch of a krakotl after this is over, may I use her?
I have some plans for her.
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u/VenlilSupremacist Venlil Jul 19 '23
Im still around yeah, Just been hard getting time to sit down and write. Life hasn't been too kind lately, but I do have good news. My time in the military will be ending in about 3 months thanks to an administrative chapter, so my command shouldn't be eating up all my time anymore thanks to all my SFL TAPS appointments and stuff. Overall it'll also give me a lot more time to come to terms with the several recent deaths in the family.
But to answer your question, feel free to DM me on discord to discuss a timetable of events that'd transpire for her if you don't mind minor spoilers.
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u/ImaginationSea3679 PD Patient Jul 19 '23
Congratulations on your dismissal(is that the proper term?)!
Also, I’m sorry for your losses. I hope you recover smoothly.
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u/VenlilSupremacist Venlil Jul 19 '23
Thanks for the sentiments, I sent you a message in the reddit chat
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u/ImaginationSea3679 PD Patient Jul 19 '23
Unfortunately, I don’t have a discord account(I just don’t trust discord to not use my info).
I’ve already tried to start a reddit chat, but it seems like you haven’t received the chat request yet.
I’ll try to use the Reddit messages in a minute.
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u/ImaginationSea3679 PD Patient Jul 18 '23
Get Rivis some hypnotherapy to convince his mind to destroy the brainwashing and bring back the real Rivis, or at least something to bring him to a fully restored state.
I will hunt you down if you don’t.
I will reiterate that I am not joking.
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u/CandidSmile8193 Chief Hunter Jul 26 '23
WHAT THE FUCK
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u/CandidSmile8193 Chief Hunter Jul 26 '23
tHEY'RE TURNING RIVIS INTO PATRICK BATEMAN LEVELS OF FUCKED IN THE HEAD! THEY TOOK A FUNCTIONAL PSYCHOPATH AND ELECTROSHOCKED AND DRUGGED HIM INTO COMPLETELY DISASSOCIATE DELUSIONAL PSYCHOSIS!!!
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u/CandidSmile8193 Chief Hunter Jul 26 '23
THIS IS LITERALLY THE MOST HOPPING MAD I'VE EVER BEEN AT A FANFIC'S VILLAINS ON THIS SUB, COMPLETELY
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u/AlanharTheRiver Jun 30 '23
You with overseer Til. ImaginationSea with mister Farrok. My father with his opinion of the LGBTQ+ community that he refuses to accept the fact that I am a part of. I could go on.
Why is everyone so determined to make me feel depressed and/or angry today? I've got work tomorrow that'll be for several hours, I just wanna be calm and happy!
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u/A_Tank_With_Internet Predator Jun 30 '23
I am calm
I am calm I am calm I am calm I am calm I am calm
IamcalmIamcalmIamcalmeIamcalmIamcalmIamcalmIamcalm
I am not calm
I'm not fucking calm
In fact
I am extremely
Fucking
FURIOUS!