Thinking about the pack visiting the Dread Doctors' main operating theater for some reason (to hide out, to seek information, idk), and Theo is just... so strung out about it. Like, not acting out or revering or anything like that because I don't think he'd behave that way, but almost TOO normal. They ask to see his room so he takes them to the 'kenels' that he slept in as a wolf that are basically just small cages, and the 'room' he slept in which was a small concrete room with a thin, threadbare matress and sheets, the wall derateed with positive results and encouiraemtn from the Doctors and plans for his next goals, jobs etc. The mess hall was just gross, processed goop which he added lots of salt and sugar to because he was the only one who lived there that ate food. He shows them the jars of all his organs and things that were removed when he was first changing into a chimea, as if he's proud of them, like Liam might show off his lacrosse trophies. He shows them the medical equipment by demonstration, and everyone freaks out as he blandly shoves needles full of strange substances into his arms and cuts himself open while narrating. He shows them the computers, the files full of documents, the failed experiments, everything, and he does it all like showing people around his apartment, bland and impassive and maybe a little proud?? And it's horrible, not only the pack seeing what it was like living the way he did, but how he has no reaction to it, like he's totally numb to what went on and buried the horror and misery and torment and replaced it with enough pride that he could cope with it. And his mentality is just like, "I mean, sure it's bad, but I was their favourite, and I can prove it to you", and that might be even worse. I don't know. I just think a fic set with the pack in a DD operating theatre could be so juicy and so angsty and break our hearts so good.....
Itās definitely a fascinatingāif horrificāconcept. I tend to come at it from the perspective of, as long as Theo kept himself in good working order and did what he was told, the Doctors didnāt care what he did or didnāt do with himself. Which would work itās own horrors, of courseāif he wanted to eat, heād have to find it, if he wanted a place to sleep that wasnāt on the floor of the operating theater or whatever, heād have to locate it.
