°˖✧✿✧˖°The better rascal°˖✧✿✧˖°

He passed by multiple buildings, all with the appearance of it being the exact same thing. Copy-pasted, more like. The lack of archetectural creativity standards here was rather appaling, he might say. But what else could he expect from a town as small as this? Besides, he had no right to complain.

He quickly swerved with his bike, his phone echoing the message ‘You have arrived at your destination’. Looking up from the screen, all that met him was a dark, cascading alleyway that just seemed to stretch on-and-on. He leaned his cycle against a brick wall, stomped down on the stopper, then made his way through it with his phone in hand, glancing towards and away from it trying to find his way.

It took him fifteen minutes, but he eventually reached the end of the alleyway. There, a simple door stood on a bare brick wall. He touched the door knob and turned it, pushing it open.

The musty smell of chemicals mixed with dust overwhelmed his senses, it taking him a while to notice the hints of the salt water fragrance it overtook. The interior was a splash of a deep shade of tealish-green, its walls splattered with suspicious looking stains that Lucas dared to not question nor think to much about. The metal tables that lined the room had beakers filled with toxic and murky substances, glowing strangely. Sharp tools, knives and scalpels were littered around hastily, and the vast array of petri-dishes and strange contraptions lay unorganized. Lucas could feel his left eye twitch with annoyance, but knew better than to touch the belongings of the infamous scienctist.

He sighed and took the leather satchel off of his shoulder, unbuckling its latch and pulling out a pristine white lab coat. Pulling it over himself, he unlocked his phone, glanced down at it, and looked up before calling out “Dr. Macabre? Are you here sir?!”

A gruff sigh that came from a distance was enough confirmation he needed. It came from just the next room. He briskly walked over to where he heard the sound come from, and came face to face with a tall, lean man. His muscle was non-existant, barely clinging on to what resembled his bones. His skin was incredibly pale from the lack of exposure to the sunlight, his eyes a pale shade of copper and hair black with highlights of golden and silver and gold rimmed spectacles.

Lucas found himself tensing up under the mans presence, his posture immediately fixing itself under the mans scrutinizing gaze and his lips pursing into a thin line. The doctors eyes gleamed with a sort of malice before turning his back on him. “Lucas Brooks. Follow me.”