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Replying to @ColdLacerations
As stated I AM THE RIGHTFUL OWNER. I made the lore and plan to use them in video game and comic projects.
ASK ME if you wish to use them. Period.
// Common thing I've been seeing. I've addressed this multiple times. DO NOT steal my OCs. DO NOT use them for your personal use without given permission from me. They ARE NOT YOURS. They are mine. There is no research. There are no alternatives. THEY BELONG TO ME.
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With a creak, the door slowly opened as the jackal wiped the last of the blood off his fur, peeking with his organic eye to see who it was.
A familiar face he had not seen in years. It was a warm welcome.
❝Viren! My dear, it is such a pleasure!❞
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The location being the Laughing Manor Insane Asylum. What was once a home for lobotomized patients in the day now served as a surgical facility for the notorious Dr. Reshaphim.
As a front, he would claim to be doing legal medical research and operations for those
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in need. But the very unfortunate souls would face the facility's deepest darkest secret. The Grinder...
Of course, only he knew of the torture device that disposed of the evidence of his gruesome crimes. One could never be truly careful after all.
Just finishing up
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Indeed, he did a very good job. The doctor seemed in good health. He showed great endurance as the surgery didn't seem to bother him at all.
Placing the cyber dreads back into the neural link socket, the jackal stood up and tested out his motor functions.
Everything worked just fine.
Replying to @ColdLacerations
He grinned at him, his lil thorax wiggling. "It's the least I could do!"
❝That should be everything. Thank you.❞
Replying to @ColdLacerations
"if you say so.." he was careful and gentle but also made sure to do it properly to the best of his abilities and stapled him closed. "Is that everything?"
❝I've felt worse.❞
❝You'll want to use staples.❞
Replying to @ColdLacerations
"it should be working properly now." He carefully put the metal plate back on. "Now this needs to be stitched up right? Any particular stitch?"
❝I feel about the same. Nothing feels different as of yet.❞
Replying to @ElectricInsect @ColdLacerations
Everything he needed to fix and even replace parts. Until it was good as new and working properly. "That should do it. How do you feel?"
Once the plate was removed, attached to the scarred grey matter was a burnt microchip. The wires were stripped and frayed, yet it was still somewhat functional.
❝Make an incision along the scar. Peel the skin back. The steel plate in my skull can be unscrewed. Use that to gain access to my brain.❞
Replying to @ColdLacerations
"woaaaaah" he stared at the cyber dreadlocks before he started pulling out his tools from his pockets that he would need specific for the chip and put them on the surgical tray and got ready to do this under his guidance
Unaware? Yes.
Reshaphim exited one of his guest rooms, hands washed, but his coat stained with blood. This part of the Asylum was not for his... Special guests. This side served as a proper hospital. Upon seeing Crimson, a smile spread
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Replying to @legacy_gaia @ColdLacerations
Keeping his paw on his katana he slowly kept walking hoping the doctor was unaware of his presence





