∆madness in Nevada∆ -madness combat fanfic-

The experience

(I am a week past the due date so I have to do start this late at night but I won't publish it till the morning maybe. Also I don't know if this is correct but I am gonna go by on what I know so don't yell at me in the comments! Anyways enjoy this week-late chapter. Also I'm to lazy to see if it's Dr. Krisoff or Dr. Christoff so yes)

The Lab
May 24 20XX (this is in the past by the way)
Narrator's POV
:The experience:

"Good morning Christoff!" Dr. Hofnarr said while walking in that morning. "Hofnarr, what have I said? Just call me Jeb not...Christoff- that's my last name." Dr. Christoff said while shaking Dr. Hofnarr's hand. "But yet you call me Hofnarr?" Dr. Christoff let go of Dr. Hofnarr's hand in defeat. "Okay so two things-" Dr. Hofnarr started. "Two things?! The day just started and I don't have time to deal with that sh•t already!" Dr. Christoff said, cutting Dr. Hofnarr off. "They are very simple though so don't be such a cry baby. One is, we have a person coming into the lab later who I don't know. Two, you're coming over to my house later today to finish Slaughter Time! We have to finish it tonight." Dr. Hofnarr said. "Oh about that...we can't. I have a meeting after and you know how Phobos is about meetings." Dr. Christoff said in a response. "Meetings meetings, that's all you do after work! It's not fair." Dr. Hofnarr said while sitting in a chair. "Well, these meetings pay the bills Hofnarr." Dr. Hofnarr nodded in agreement.

A door opened. It was Phobos. He had someone with him. A young gentleman. He looked as if he was in his early 20's. Phobos walked off into another room leaving the gentleman by the door. This gentleman was nervous for who knows what? "I'm gonna go talk to that guy. Wanna come?" Dr. Christoff shook his head. Dr. Hofnarr walked over to this strange gentleman. "Howdy! Names Hofnarr, what's yours?" He said as soon as he was in this strange gentlemans view. "Toby. But please, call me Doc. Thats what my wife calls me." The man said. "Wife? Man you look younger than that!" Dr. Hofnarr said. "I'm 27 sir. I'm pretty sure it is legally correct to marry someone when you are over the age of 21." Toby said. "Doc you say huh? Why's that?" Dr. Hofnarr asked. "I'm a doctor." Toby said. "Oh- welp I'm stupid!" Dr. Hofnarr said. "You're not stupid, your just.. mentally exhausted and out of the head that's all." "I think I might like you."  ̶̧̖̘̙̐͆͝ ̵̨̥̩͉̦̿̓̑̌̇ ̵͍̱̾ ̵̤̙͗͆̚ ̵̛̙̌͊͋̇ ̴̧̲͖̹͚̃̊́͠ ̸̨͉̙̫̹̃̌̈͘ ̶̼͍̮͊̔͘ ̶̙̗͇́̒͒͘
̴̨͎́
̶̝͙̼̟̻͆̒̂̚͝
̷̖̥̠́̕
̵̧̟͕̘̃̌́͝
̴̮͓̹̆̃
̶͓̻̮͎͑̽̕ ̵͇̭͘ ̵̨̛̜̼͋͑̊ ̷̡̥͚̩̘̈ ̶̡̝̫̣̙̒͂̇ ̸͈̩͔̫̹̐̌̈́̕ ̷̨̲̐
̷̬͕̪͛̚
̴̗̔̽͒̂
̴̣̠͎̒͐̊ ̵͔̎ ̶͉̙̝̆ ̸̜͎́̅̏
̶̞̝̌̀̆̓ ̶̎̿ͅ ̶̨̣͖̤̼͝ ̶͈̻͗̽
̵̪̔̄ ̵̣̳̐́
̷͚̉̉̋̾̍ ̴͉̩̪̦̟̅̈́̅̌͘.̴̞̄̈̕
̸̛̘̳̫͆͒ ̸̪̞̐̚
̷̨̱͊̋͛͠ ̵̨̨̻̜̀͋̈́̀
̴̰̺͇̗̜͛͋͒
̴̧̤͕͍͍̉̉ ̸̟̩̼͊̈́.̸͈̣͊͂̄͝ ̶̱͕́̄̾ ̷̡̬͇̖͙̔̈̓͂̚.̴̮͚̓͑͌
̴̻͋
̴̨͕̞̣͍̄

̶̧̖̘̙̐͆͝ ̵̨̥̩͉̦̿̓̑̌̇ ̵͍̱̾ ̵̤̙͗͆̚ ̵̛̙̌͊͋̇ ̴̧̲͖̹͚̃̊́͠ ̸̨͉̙̫̹̃̌̈͘ ̶̼͍̮͊̔͘ ̶̙̗͇́̒͒͘
̴̨͎́
̶̝͙̼̟̻͆̒̂̚͝
̷̖̥̠́̕
̵̧̟͕̘̃̌́͝
̴̮͓̹̆̃
̶͓̻̮͎͑̽̕ ̵͇̭͘ ̵̨̛̜̼͋͑̊ ̷̡̥͚̩̘̈ ̶̡̝̫̣̙̒͂̇ ̸͈̩͔̫̹̐̌̈́̕ ̷̨̲̐
̷̬͕̪͛̚
̴̗̔̽͒̂
̴̣̠͎̒͐̊ ̵͔̎ ̶͉̙̝̆ ̸̜͎́̅̏
̶̞̝̌̀̆̓ ̶̎̿ͅ ̶̨̣͖̤̼͝ ̶͈̻͗̽
̵̪̔̄ ̵̣̳̐́
̷͚̉̉̋̾̍ ̴͉̩̪̦̟̅̈́̅̌͘.̴̞̄̈̕
̸̛̘̳̫͆͒ ̸̪̞̐̚,
̷̨̱͊̋͛͠ ̵̨̨̻̜̀͋̈́̀
̴̰̺͇̗̜͛͋͒
̴̧̤͕͍͍̉̉ ̸̟̩̼͊̈́.̸͈̣͊͂̄͝ ̶̱͕́̄̾ ̷̡̬͇̖͙̔̈̓͂̚.̴̮͚̓͑͌
̴̻͋ ̶̧̖̘̙̐͆͝ ̵̨̥̩͉̦̿̓̑̌̇ ̵͍̱̾ ̵̤̙͗͆̚ ̵̛̙̌͊͋̇ ̴̧̲͖̹͚̃̊́͠ ̸̨͉̙̫̹̃̌̈͘ ̶̼͍̮͊̔͘ ̶̙̗͇́̒͒͘
̴̨͎́
̶̝͙̼̟̻͆̒̂̚͝
̷̖̥̠́̕
̵̧̟͕̘̃̌́͝
̴̮͓̹̆̃
̶͓̻̮͎͑̽̕ ̵͇̭͘ ̵̨̛̜̼͋͑̊ ̷̡̥͚̩̘̈ ̶̡̝̫̣̙̒͂̇ ̸͈̩͔̫̹̐̌̈́̕ ̷̨̲̐
̷̬͕̪͛̚
̴̗̔̽͒̂
̴̣̠͎̒͐̊ ̵͔̎ ̶͉̙̝̆ ̸̜͎́̅̏
̶̞̝̌̀̆̓ ̶̎̿ͅ ̶̨̣͖̤̼͝ ̶͈̻͗̽
̵̪̔̄ ̵̣̳̐́
̷͚̉̉̋̾̍ ̴͉̩̪̦̟̅̈́̅̌͘.̴̞̄̈̕
̸̛̘̳̫͆͒ ̸̪̞̐̚
̷̨̱͊̋͛͠ ̵̨̨̻̜̀͋̈́̀
̴̰̺͇̗̜͛͋͒
̴̧̤͕͍͍̉̉ ̸̟̩̼͊̈́.̸͈̣͊͂̄͝ ̶̱͕́̄̾ ̷̡̬͇̖͙̔̈̓͂̚.̴̮͚̓͑͌
̴̻͋
̴̨͕̞̣͍̄

Geez, how do they keep up with this? Like who can do this every week?- oh crap you're already reading this. Well you see let's get something straight: don't try to get Deimos to believe your sh•t, he reads this without will. Also your getting close...

̶̧̖̘̙̐͆͝ ̵̨̥̩͉̦̿̓̑̌̇ ̵͍̱̾ ̵̤̙͗͆̚ ̵̛̙̌͊͋̇ ̴̧̲͖̹͚̃̊́͠ ̸̨͉̙̫̹̃̌̈͘ ̶̼͍̮͊̔͘ ̶̙̗͇́̒͒͘
̴̨͎́
̶̝͙̼̟̻͆̒̂̚͝
̷̖̥̠́̕
̵̧̟͕̘̃̌́͝
̴̮͓̹̆̃
̶͓̻̮͎͑̽̕ ̵͇̭͘ ̵̨̛̜̼͋͑̊ ̷̡̥͚̩̘̈ ̶̡̝̫̣̙̒͂̇ ̸͈̩͔̫̹̐̌̈́̕ ̷̨̲̐
̷̬͕̪͛̚
̴̗̔̽͒̂
̴̣̠͎̒͐̊ ̵͔̎ ̶͉̙̝̆ ̸̜͎́̅̏
̶̞̝̌̀̆̓ ̶̎̿ͅ ̶̨̣͖̤̼͝ ̶͈̻͗̽
̵̪̔̄ ̵̣̳̐́
̷͚̉̉̋̾̍ ̴͉̩̪̦̟̅̈́̅̌͘.̴̞̄̈̕
̸̛̘̳̫͆͒ ̸̪̞̐̚
̷̨̱͊̋͛͠ ̵̨̨̻̜̀͋̈́̀
̴̰̺͇̗̜͛͋͒
̴̧̤͕͍͍̉̉ ̸̟̩̼͊̈́.̸͈̣͊͂̄͝ ̶̱͕́̄̾ ̷̡̬͇̖͙̔̈̓͂̚.̴̮͚̓͑͌
̴̻͋
̴̨͕̞̣͍̄ ̴̢̛͓̹̰̬̲̝̲̦͍̒̑̑̓̿͛̃̍́͑̇̃̀̇͐̿͛́͒̽̎̃͌͊͗̕ ̷̡̢̢̭̜̹̲͉̝͈͍̖̦̫̬͈̤͔̙͖̜̳̲̠̙̥̬̖̀͜ ̸̧̢̡̧͈͇̯̖̥̖̹̳̬̯̗̹̝̪̹̻͇͕͉̙͍̝̫͖͍̠̼͙̳͇͝ ̴̧̘̝̥̣̬͉̩̹͈̺̝̈́͌̄̈̅̑̈̓͂͋͌͗̈́̾̐̓̐͂͋͆̒͛́ ̷̧̢̡̛͓̥̳͍̻̙̰͔̱̠̜̤̳̯̺̥̮̬̺̭̙̟̋͒͒̆̂̒̽̿̌͒̒̅̉̈́̈́̆͜ͅ
̷̢̧̫̬͍͇͚̖̹̭̥̖̝͕̟̜͉̱͎̼̝̠͇̲̭̰̻̱̫̟́̇̌̌͌̿͆̈́̅̄̾̅̊͛̋̓̊̀͆̓̀̔̌́̄̃͑̍̃̃̆͂̚̕͘͜͜͝͝ͅ
̴̨̢̛̛̹͉̟͍̱͉͙͓̬͔̝̭̟͉̯͔̰͙̝̝̀̈́̀̅̆̎̈̅̃̀͂͛̊͊́̏̀͐̑̏͗̌̌͆̏̔̓́͂͝͠͝ ̷̢̧̨̧̡͙̤̠̮̼͇̦̝̝͖͈͇͖̲̖͔̱̝̹̟̳̻̝̥͒̏̏͌̿̇͆̆̑̅̑̀̅̏͒̃̒̐̀̇̈̈̌́͌͐̇͘͜͜͠͝͝
̴̧̧̬͎̭̪̫͈̺͉̖̭͇̪̖̲̫͕̣͈̤̮̣̤͔͎͚͇̣̒̀̽̒͒̎̏͋̑̽̉̓̿͑̄̅̔̂̽͌͌͘͝͝ͅͅ ̶̡̞̝̺͙̹͖̣͓̇̈́̌̿̆̃͋͛̏̄̀͒͆̒̅͑̋̐͐̅͋̇̑̂̋́̓̐̔̚͘͠ ̶̨͈̣̣̖̻̤̙͚͚͖̤̈͐̊̈́̐͗̑̌̀̍̃̌̓̍̌͠ ̴̡̘̩̖̙͙̾͑͗̈́͑̈͂͊̂̏̓̍̊́͆͛͆̾̐́̈́̃̽͂̍̔͆͠͝ ̷̨̧̫̠͕̻͙̥̖͚̰͔͎̳̯̲͈̬̭͎̝͈̓̈̋̔̄̿̄͂͌̋̓̋̈̒́̑̏̚
̵̡̡̞̟̮̤̫͓͉̻̖̩͕͔̩̯̘̞͚̱̩̣̟̩̏̈́́̈́̈̏͐͊͋̀̄͑̐̈́̀͆͛͗̔̅̆̈́͐̉͆̇͜͝͝͠ ̴̡̛͉̣̫̪͉̆͂̑̆͗̄̉̀̂͌̔̈́̽͑̓͒̍͛̀̒͆̒̈́͛̆̄̈́̓͒̈́̚̚̕̕͠͠
̷̢̝̗̗͚̦͖̺̰͉͔̦̼͓̲̟̩̗͇̳͖̲̲̜͍̖͕͕͉̼̖̈́̉ͅ ̴̥͇̪̹̬͉̄́̒̽̓̒͆̍͂̄̀̎̊̓̔̎̂̇̽̔̾̎͌̈́̿̋̃̒͆̕̚͜͝
̴͎̳͙͚̘̭͖̝̱͇͍͈͍̓̒́̃͒͌̿̿̆̋́͜
̶̧̧̡̛̙̖̭̝͍͍̬̥̲̹͖̘͇̬͖̲̲͓̼̞̻̤̠͔̥̥͔͋̾̀̉̑͒̿̓͆̍͘͜͝͝͠͝ͅͅ
̸̨̧̖̞̰̻͉̫͕̘͕̥͓͙̰̣̞͓̲̙̝̯̪͉͈̭͚͍̬͕̣̏͜͜ ̸̨̺͎̭͚͓͉̱̮͕̘͙̯͚̙̗͎̘̺̱̘̝͉̝̙̳̫̗̪̯͒ ̵̣̱͚̏̏͒̔̒͘
̷̛̮̭̯̘̬͕̞̼̠̺̈́̂̄̆́̊͌̉́̒̅̍͒̇̕͝͠ ̵̡̡̧̨̢̩̮̭̬̼̼͔̣̤͖̘̺͎͕̗̫̩͇̹̜̖̓̔͊͒̾̊̈́̑̓̅̓̊͜͝ͅͅ
̵̛̛͇̗̺̲̥͇͇̳̦͎͈̯̫̫͖̪͉̘̩̀̔̈͌̏̓́͊̍̍̽́͋́̓́̓͗̈́͆̀̍̚͘̚͘͜͜͠ ̴̡̩̥̜̘̜͚͚̣̰͓̥͙̤͍̯͈̙̯̟̝͙̊͗̍̀̿
̴̨̧̢̡̦̱̠̭͔͈̩͍̼̝̞̭͈̱̫̽͒͆͆͒̑̄̇̿̒̋̓̂̀͊̈́ ̴̡̫̭̥͉͖̮͕͉͈̰̭͖̙͎͉͙̟̥̗̤̬̭̹̯̩̦̟̻̜̪͇͔̩̾̀̓̈́͆̀̇͌̀̇̆̂̒̉̈̂̂̈́̈́̃͑̂͘͘͘͠͝͠͝ͅ
̵̨͍̳̉̄̀̏
̷̡̛̛̛͉̦̯͇̜̜̤̗̪̀͐̍͛͗̐̇̌́͗̈́̑̅͌͐͋̓̀̄̆̊͑̎͊̑͗́͐̉ ̶̡̟̘͕͎̥̳͇̻͈̣̪̬̳͇̣̦̻̪̟̻͖̬̌̇̉͗̈́̿̈̋̈͑̒͂̌̓̒̕͜͠͠͝ ̸̻̤̒̀́̂̌̑͋͘͘͝͝ ̶̨͈̼͙͌̌̑̃̌͐͌̍͒̈́͂̄̊͆͆̊̅̇̓͆̍̿̓͐͛̑͗́͘̚͠͝͝͝
̶̢̨̨̧̡̰̻̳̱̯͍͉͓̜̫̞͚̪̮͉̪͖̝̂̓̅͗͛̀͆̓̅̅͐̆̑́͂̏̔̎͆̽̆͊̃͛̿͘͜͜͝ͅͅ
̶̡̧̡̧̡̣̳̠͚̹̤̹̬̥̩̘̗̪̒͋̇̄̒̈́̍̊̎͐̉͌͑̀̈͐̐̎͌͌̎̑̀̓͌̉̉̋̊̓̋̚̚͘͘͜͠͝ ̷̧̻̗̗̖͖̙͓̹͌̾̈̓́̉̓̈́̎̃͒́̌̑̓͗̽̌͒́̽͠͝͝͠
̵̢̢̲̮̤̱̹͚̣̖̱͓̳̞̙̮̫̖̤̫̜̝̩̞̗̹̹̜͓͚̺̏͂̆͌͌̄̇̃̒̽̌̏̃̃͑̊͋̈̍͌͛̃́͝͝͝ ̵̛͕̮̼̣̺͓̼̫͇͐̓̏́̈́͂͒͆̒̇͌͊̌̈͆̎̒̈́

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