I have not felt anger like this since the time my mother stopped me from dissecting my puppy. I snake out my free hand trying to find the drill, or at least the cord so I can pull it back towards me. There are certain sacrosanct actions in this world. Like never interrupting someone in the middle of a procedure, especially on oneself. Ah, another poor memory of my mother, all the times she just barged into my room/lab and yelled at me for getting blood on the carpet when I was practicing cutting straight lines on my arm with my scalpel. Hard to do with my left hand, but I figured it out.
I am still awash in memories, I realize. Interesting. It appears this state of experiencing tsunamis of memories is staying with me. My excitement pushes my anger aside for the moment. So, when an invasive procedure is executed on the third mind, there is a ringing effect, a continuation of the experience beyond the application of stimuli. In other words, I don’t have to continuously drill into my head to achieve a sensnado. Hm. I wonder how long this will last. Clearly, it is much better to achieve this state without irreparably damaging my memories. Let’s see. Nope. I cannot remember what vanilla tastes like. Now for my mother. Yep, there she is. Way too memories of her lecturing me about how to remove stains. What a shame. It appears I drilled out the wrong memories. Then again, there is the idea of tasting vanilla for the first time again to look forward to. Hm. Maybe this did work out for the best.
But what to do with this discovery. How can I live in this state of constant overwhelming sensation? Perhaps I could install a skull catheter, like one that goes into a vein, except that it provides an open channel through my skull to my brain. Because it isn’t drilling the skull that achieves this state but rather mashing up the brain. But then I’d still be destroying my grey matter. That has limited usefulness since I only have so many brain cells in my head. But what if…
It’s brilliant. I simply need a catalyst. Like what if the drill bit were permanently installed in my head? When the sensnado begins to diminish, I could just simply catalyze the sensation by adjusting the bit. I might not even need to tear away the brain matter, just do enough to distress it. Ah, I could install a dial on the end, one that moved the bit forward and back, creating from light to high pressure. I could then adjust the dial to match the intensity of the sensory overload experience. This would give me freedom to lower the overload when I was engaged in something that required thinking, like talking to Marie. I could increase the pressure when I didn’t really need my brain, such as when I was in DWMA classes. And imagine what I could do when by myself!
I can’t wait to get started installing the bit and dial in my head. I can already see what it looks like, how to shape it, and exactly where I want to direct its tip, which is rounded and without threads. I can even estimate the pitch of the threading, for designing it like a screw would give me the most control of how much pressure I create. This is amazing. I need to get back to my lab. I sit up…
And am forcibly reminded of how I am strapped down on a table. Something quickly lashes around my free hand and ties it back down. I struggle against the bounds. I want to get to my lab. Let me go!
And my anger is back.
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Stein-The Early Days
FanfictionSet back in the early days when they were just students themselves, Stein and Spirit face Legion, a terrifying foe who can meld keshin eggs together into monsters that may be impossible even for Death to kill.
