Nurse Statik

*Swatchman comes in, dressed in his Whimsigoth apparel as he knocks on Statik's door.*

An intercom speaks above the door.

"open the door and press L."

*He approaches both of them, adjusting his ascot as they notice how Statik seems a bit distraught.*

"Oh dear sweet Wisteria! How dare a trace be forgotten of her that so she might disappear! We must find my heat, my passion, my flower... So that I may tell the doctor sweet I heard their call."

*Swatchman comes in, dressed in his Whimsigoth apparel as he knocks on Statik's door.*

An intercom speaks above the door.

"open the door and press L."

His voice was monotone, he doesn't like Largo, "Hear what?"

He is trying to egg you on.

He is alone... Let's get rid of him!

Without him, Wisteria is ours... Forever...

Is it.... loooovveee ?🎶

In sleep he sang to me 🎵

In dreams he came...🎵

That voice he calls to me... and speaks my name🎶

Oh Largo, wherever did I leave your portrait?

I must be hearing things... oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. . .

"🎶Flesh is weak, blood is cheap, inconsistent consistently~🎶"

He makes sure to use his calling card, the song of his soul. He twitches his ear and traces his claw on the top of the crypt.

"🎶Use your sense. Save your cents. The only thing with persistence is...🎶"

Is it true? After all these years? Can it- no... It can't!

On my ressurection day . . .

"I hear you, my darling. I am here and it is true. I am not from here but I came here for you."

He continues but stops halfway.

"I will come no further until you allow me, my dearest bat."

"Ah, bunking with another?"

There is no malice. There is just calm. He continues his slow approach and examines every wall, every door frame, every smell. The ¢ sign on his chest glows a faint golden yellow.

Wait... Is that? I thought he was in heaven...

His body sparkles with electricity as he flies down and stares up at this yellow furred idiot.

"Thought you weren't in hell."

End him.

Shoo him away.

Our chances will wither with him!

He chuckles to himself as he pokes Statik on the nose with his claw despite the sparks on him. He is clearly being playful.

"Well, yes, I was in heaven as I do reside there. But do not thing that I would avoid a chance at seeing my own personal angel."

He chuckles in joy to himself.

He growls and puts his wing over his nose.

I don't see how he was in heaven.

"Living with our love."

"And there is nothing wrong with being a nurse... I enjoy it. You should try it instead of being a blowhard sometime."

He takes a deep breath. He is a little panicked now as he didn't expect to lose control. His ears flick back for just a moment then go forward again.

"So, you want to see them? So do we. I mean I."

He takes a deep breath.

Largo smirks, placing the bait out.

"Yes, I too have a present for the good doctor."

He... He is married to...

Is it.... loooovveee ?🎶

In sleep he sang to me 🎵

In dreams he came...🎵

That voice he calls to me... and speaks my name🎶

Oh Largo, wherever did I leave your portrait?

I must be hearing things... oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. . .

"🎶Flesh is weak, blood is cheap, inconsistent consistently~🎶"

He makes sure to use his calling card, the song of his soul. He twitches his ear and traces his claw on the top of the crypt.

"🎶Use your sense. Save your cents. The only thing with persistence is...🎶"

Is it true? After all these years? Can it- no... It can't!

On my ressurection day . . .

"I hear you, my darling. I am here and it is true. I am not from here but I came here for you."

He continues but stops halfway.

"I will come no further until you allow me, my dearest bat."

"Ah, bunking with another?"

There is no malice. There is just calm. He continues his slow approach and examines every wall, every door frame, every smell. The ¢ sign on his chest glows a faint golden yellow.

Wait... Is that? I thought he was in heaven...

His body sparkles with electricity as he flies down and stares up at this yellow furred idiot.

"Thought you weren't in hell."

End him.

Shoo him away.

Our chances will wither with him!

He chuckles to himself as he pokes Statik on the nose with his claw despite the sparks on him. He is clearly being playful.

"Well, yes, I was in heaven as I do reside there. But do not thing that I would avoid a chance at seeing my own personal angel."

He chuckles in joy to himself.

He growls and puts his wing over his nose.

I don't see how he was in heaven.

"Living with our love."

"And there is nothing wrong with being a nurse... I enjoy it. You should try it instead of being a blowhard sometime."

He takes a deep breath. He is a little panicked now as he didn't expect to lose control. His ears flick back for just a moment then go forward again.

"So, you want to see them? So do we. I mean I."

He takes a deep breath.

Is it.... loooovveee ?🎶

In sleep he sang to me 🎵

In dreams he came...🎵

That voice he calls to me... and speaks my name🎶

Oh Largo, wherever did I leave your portrait?

I must be hearing things... oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. . .

"🎶Flesh is weak, blood is cheap, inconsistent consistently~🎶"

He makes sure to use his calling card, the song of his soul. He twitches his ear and traces his claw on the top of the crypt.

"🎶Use your sense. Save your cents. The only thing with persistence is...🎶"

Is it true? After all these years? Can it- no... It can't!

On my ressurection day . . .

"I hear you, my darling. I am here and it is true. I am not from here but I came here for you."

He continues but stops halfway.

"I will come no further until you allow me, my dearest bat."

"Ah, bunking with another?"

There is no malice. There is just calm. He continues his slow approach and examines every wall, every door frame, every smell. The ¢ sign on his chest glows a faint golden yellow.

Wait... Is that? I thought he was in heaven...

His body sparkles with electricity as he flies down and stares up at this yellow furred idiot.

"Thought you weren't in hell."

End him.

Shoo him away.

Our chances will wither with him!

Is it.... loooovveee ?🎶

In sleep he sang to me 🎵

In dreams he came...🎵

That voice he calls to me... and speaks my name🎶

Oh Largo, wherever did I leave your portrait?

I must be hearing things... oh dear, oh dear, oh dear. . .

"🎶Flesh is weak, blood is cheap, inconsistent consistently~🎶"

He makes sure to use his calling card, the song of his soul. He twitches his ear and traces his claw on the top of the crypt.

"🎶Use your sense. Save your cents. The only thing with persistence is...🎶"

Is it true? After all these years? Can it- no... It can't!

On my ressurection day . . .

"I hear you, my darling. I am here and it is true. I am not from here but I came here for you."

He continues but stops halfway.

"I will come no further until you allow me, my dearest bat."

"Ah, bunking with another?"

There is no malice. There is just calm. He continues his slow approach and examines every wall, every door frame, every smell. The ¢ sign on his chest glows a faint golden yellow.

Wait... Is that? I thought he was in heaven...

And of course incels don't like him. He's evidence that it's possible to be physically affectionate with women without harassing them. He's evidence that women are not jumping at the chance to accuse men of harassment. He disproves many of the core beliefs that incels have. Incels want to believe that there's no right way to interact with women, so they can justify the wrong ways.

Other people who don't like him are those who believe in one-size-fits-all rules about how to treat women instead of rules based on consent, which often are overprotective men or obsessively religious people.

He's labeled as a creep because "He uses his anxiety as an excuse to touch women."

But there's nothing at all wrong with touching people as a way to cope with anxiety, as long as it's with consent. Even if he coped with his anxiety by motorboating women with huge tits, there still wouldn't be anything wrong with that if it's consensual (but he would have to understand that it would be very rare for that to happen, that even if it happens once it's highly unlikely to continue, and that it's very hard to pursue that without crossing boundaries in the process, so if he wants something that he can do regularly then he should do something else).

If he was using anxiety as a way to guilt-trip women into allowing physical contact that they don't actually want, or if he was pestering them after they already said no, then that would be creepy. But there's no evidence that he's doing that.

He's also labeled as a creep because "He's only physically affectionate with attractive women and he doesn't treat men the same way."

First of all, that's false. He has been physically affectionate with men.

But also, people are allowed to be selective about who they touch. People are allowed to be more physically affectionate with those who they find attractive. Believing otherwise is enormously creepy. A person's body is their own personal property, not a public resource that needs to be fairly rationed.