#evil scientists

Part 3/3 - What if Dr. Denman succeeded in capturing the girls?

Summary:

Jonathan Sims and Schmendrick the Magician find themselves captured in a strange room with people in lab coats. This can't be good. The first ever Whumpee I ever read about (and am re-listening to now since it's been two decades) and the most recent one. I thought they'd make a good chaos fic together.

Come one! Come all! It's time I gave this thing a spin!

Have you ever wondered which evil or unethical laboratory is the most evil or most unethical of them all? Do you want to see your favourite evil scientist rise to the top of them all? Then you're in luck!

Nominations will close when I have enough of them, I don't have a set time idea for them, I'm hoping for a nice power of 2 like 16 or 32.

Rules:

Fictional only! This is meant to be silly and fun and I don't want to hear about the many times throughout history that people did fucked up things to other actual real live living people

It doesn't have to be a lab per se, a workshop or something is also fine, but it needs to either invent new machines/drugs/weapons/whatever, or commit experiments that are morally dubious. An evil factory does not count. Rule of thumb, if it is in the name of science or just seeing what's possible, go ahead.

Just a little snippet from the nightmare IG fic I’ve been tinkering with. This time poor Penny’s on the receiving end of another mad scientist’s nightmare machine.

Or, I just wanted an excuse to write more fluffy angst and H/C. January is such a depressing month for me so this is pure self-indulgence.^^ 

“Penny!”

She jumped at her uncle’s voice, still confused and disorientated from the nightmare. Strong arms pulled her close against a firm chest and the faint humming of electricity was like a gentle beacon, reminding Penny that it hadn’t been real, it hadn’t...

“Just a bad dream,” she mumbled, whether to herself or to her uncle she wasn’t sure. “Just a dream.”

“Wowsers, it must have been.” Gadget’s arms tightened carefully around her. “I heard you crying out.”

Penny tensed, embarrassed, but Gadget only held her closer until she was nearly in his lap. “Shh, you’re safe. Nothing’s going to hurt you. I’d never let anything hurt you,” he murmured.

And it was true. No matter what, her uncle had always protected her, even if it was by accident during all the times she and Brain had followed after him.

“You’re safe,” Gadget repeated, stroking his fingers through her hair. He continued with the gentle ministrations and murmured words of comfort until Penny was nearing sleep again.