#talisac

    The stench of rotten flesh filled your lungs as you made your way down the stone steps to the underground lab. You knew it was a bad day, the stench of eviscerated organs becoming stronger with each step. The sigh that escaped you was short lived, as soon the usual dwarf girl stuck her head out from the lab doorway. She smiled, giddy at your appearance before running up the stairs towards you- blood staining her skin. Her arms wound around your waist before quickly moving to grip your arms, pulling you towards the lab while rambling excitedly. “Hi Camille, it smells worse than usual down here. What’s going on? Slow down, I can’t understand your babbling,” you softly spoke, your voice echoing along the stone walls as you followed Camille. She looked back at you, pausing in the doorway with a grin as she replied, “you’ll see. I know you’ll love it. Talisac may see it as a failure, but it has to be a success. We worked hard on it, and with just a bit more work we’ll get it. I swear.” You knew she was trying to make light of the situation, but Talisac never took well to failed experiments, each wasted attempt possibly making it impossible to finish the end goal task. You followed closely behind Camille, examining the mess of the lab before your eyes fell upon the crudely stitched together body. You approached it, fingers running over the large stitches across the chest of the body. It was incredibly cold, the blood oozing between your fingers already warning you of what was wrong. 

    “Toh uh lon enoh,” the usual garbled words echoed from the side of the table. You could’ve grimaced, the feeling of his glare against your back making you swallow thickly. You turned to face the hanging man, the hooks digging into his face making it hard enough for him to meet your gaze- yet he did so all the same. “Sorry Talisac.. It’s been getting harder to sneak out and bring back.. Fresher parts. I have the parts, that’s not what I’m saying, but people are starting to talk in the Primordium. The worry of the creatures that overthrew the leaders? The talk from the generals on getting revenge? Everyone is on edge, and now with me having to go out and harvest body parts? From living people? It’s not easy Talisac, I’m sorry,” you meekly replied, your gaze focusing on a piece of stray flesh on the floor instead of meeting his gaze. Camille giggled, her eyes lighting up from the tension in the room. “You knew what you were getting yourself into, you owe us, don’t you remember? Without doctor Talisac you would be dead, you wouldn’t have a home. And you wouldn’t have those hands that do the dirty work we need,” she babbled, her words growing quieter as Talisacs gaze shifted to her form. You shook your head, shrugging off the large sack you had on your back as you spoke. “Look, I heard that today didn’t go too well with.. Whatever that is. Let me work on it for now, I may not have as extensive medical knowledge- or body building knowledge- but I can try to help. I’m sure it was a stressful day for you tw-three.” You caught the mistake as soon as it tried to slip past your lips, your eyes glancing down at the makeshift womb hanging from Talisac- whatever was inside it shifting slightly. He huffed as a response, motioning for Camille to move the contraption that kept him hanging by his flesh closer to your side of the table that held the body. 

    You crouched down, pulling out bloodied pieces from the sack, examining them for any damage before setting them next to the body. Talisacs hand came to rest on your shoulder, the flayed skin on his arm causing blood to drip onto your already stained clothes. “Er a natral,” he praised, looking over the pieces you spread out on the table- his mouth stretching into a slight smile. Camille nodded as she translated his words, “you’re a natural. He likes your work at least, this is why you were given those hands. Otherwise they could’ve just left you there on the streets with your wounds. I think you fit in wonderfully here.” Your eyes lowered to your hands, the dried blood caked on it not enough to hide the large scars on your wrists where they were connected. You cursed yourself for getting caught by the generals, the memory of the blade cutting through your wrists making your shake your head. You had to forget. You needed a distraction, your arm extending to pull back the unstitched skin across the body’s abdomen. The stench hit you in waves, each layer of viscera you moved seemed to only make you more nauseous. Even with the waves of nausea washing over you, you couldn’t help but be fascinated by how neatly the insides were put together. Everything looked in the right place, no matter how you looked at it you couldn’t find anything wrong. You shook your head, glancing at Talisacs hanging form before automatically focusing back on the body. You couldn’t tell if he was watching you or was too enraptured by the anatomy of the dead body, but you knew that if you stopped now his anger would only become worse. 

For the life of me I havent been able to stop thinking of Dr. Talisac, I find him extemelty attractive so I had to do a real quick headshot of him.