*a man in a clean white lab coat steps into the room, holding a clipboard in one hand and adjusting his rounded glasses with the other. He looked shockingly familiar with a large bushy black mustache and short curled black hair with a few streaks of grey*
“Hello Subject 003, how are you feeling today? I will be doing your examination this evening”
@PagingDrBarnum
Dark didn't deem Dr. Barnum with a response. He'd been brought into the lab earlier by the...guards who helped run the facility, and he'd been shackled to the operating table he currently laid on. The mechanical collar around his neck flashed green every couple of seconds, signifying that it was doing its job in suppressing Dark's magic. He just glared at Dr. Barnum, trying to ignore how painfully familiar he was.
*the man frowned a bit at the lack of a verbal response. Just seeming to click his pen and write a few things down on his clipboard as he stepped further into the room, sitting down on a nearby chair and situating himself closer to Dark*
“Now, these are just some- formal questions for your intake at this facility, to gather more information about you and your.. abilities. Please do try to answer these. I’d rather not have to.. encourage you.”
*the doctor held up a remote that seemed to have a few buttons on it, what it was for, was unknown to dark. But it seemed to be some sort of threat to persuade him into answering.*
“So- Test subject 003, how did you acquire these.. abilities. To manipulate the shadows of your containment. Did you obtain them later in life or were you perhaps born with them?”
*he sat, glancing up at Dark for a response as he scanned over the clipboard in his hand, seeming to write down a few other small notes or check off margins*
Dark watched as Dr. Barnum situated himself, his eyes fully pitch black in this moment. He eyed the remote -- but for now, he was pretty confident in calling Dr. Barnum's bluff. So, he stayed silent, just watching Dr. Barnum scribble things into the margins of his clipboard.
Instead of answering, Dark tested the strength of the metal binding his wrists and ankles to the table. He flexed -- but nothing happened, not even a groan of the metal. He frowned, tugging at his wrists, and though the shadows in the room twitched and shifted unnaturally, the collar made sure he could do nothing more than that.
*once again he looked quite disappointed. But shifted his grip on the remote and clicked one of the buttons- causing the collar on Dark’s neck to send a quick electrical pulse directly into his throat.*
“Please answer the question Test Subject 003, I do not want to have to take action again.”
*he glanced away a bit as the man writhed in pain for a moment, before looking back to his clipboard and writing down a few more things*
“At what point in life did you obtain these abilities, please describe in detail how you got them or if you were born with said abilities. I will not ask again.”
*he had a stern look on his face as he repeated the question, but behind his eyes there seemed to be a small glimmer of pity for Dark’s pain.*
The second the button was pressed -- Dark seized with a choked sound, his back arching off the table and his jaw clenched tight, fingers curled into claws. When the electric shock ended, he gasped, chest heaving as he fell back to the table, though he didn't seem to breathe beforehand.
"I..." Dark lolled his head to face Dr. Barnum, watching him scribble some more things, before turning back to face the sterile white of the ceiling. "...I got them...after I died. It's a long story. But when I was...reborn, as it were, I came back...like this. I was...thirty-six, I believe, when I died?"
*this answer only seemed to make Dr. Barnum write down more notes then before- there was a few minutes of silence, only filled with Dark’s pained breathing, and the doctor’s pen against paper*
“Interesting. Now, you said that you died and were, well- reborn. Do you remember how exactly you died? Or rather what was the cause of your death. In detail, please.”
*he clicked his pen a few times just fidgeting with it as he waited for another response from dark, it was clear the man had no plans for a lackluster response.*
