Madness Combat Reader Insert - "A Smile that Scares"

3 - To be Damneds or Deliberators

You could recall the looks of the stranger. Angry looking red goggles, a mohawk, and some older middle-aged wrinkles. He kept messing with the IV bags, sealing them back up, and pouring them into his own containers. You already felt completely renewed, but he had other plans.

Doc looked at you pitifully. From his perspective, he knew you were practically brain dead until he could harness and reattach your essence and energy into his system, and find a way to re-strengthen your brain. Deliberator was a bastard to actually think that he could harness a form shapeshifter, but he saw the evidence in front of him. A tall, strong human with skin that was dulled to a soft grey, rich and yet some tan was left in there. You were being turned, slowly, into a grunt that could pass by.

Doc softly got all of the fluids into his own containers. He needed these for testing, and yet it was obvious you'd already been transformed and tested, by your inability to think, move, speak, and only staring at Docs movements. He hated how you might've been able to remember this, as he softly inspected the burn mark on your cheek.

It was the letter D. For Deliberator, as a mark, a branding of sorts. You were supposed to be his murder weapon.

"Blink twice." He ordered, and you did that. Doc didn't believe it at first that you had energy left after such a transfusion of blood, essence, parts and so much more, but here you were. It appeared you weren't a full shapeshifter, your pupils were slits, and your eyes were a sharp color. What were you? Well, the small sack on your back told him that there were new limbs growing, and the small tailbone was slightly growing out. It appeared you were in an abomination stage before you reached a true weapon, and he wanted to take advantage of it.

The mans hands were gentle as he softly swooped you up into his arms. He also included the blankets underneath you, as to wrap you into a warm, per say blanket burrito. He was content with how submissive you were, your head only instinctively rubbing into the blankets, desperate for comfort and warmth. He knew your thoughts would slowly return alongside the transformation, but he wanted to ensure that you developed safely. But most importantly...

In his grasp. As he thought you should be.

You awoke with your thoughts in tact, finally able to think. The room was filled with harsh glass, especially the kind that never broke under any circumstances. This guard was for a room filled with blankets and pillows, and you clearly had been nesting in them. Getting out of the curled up position, you saw outside of the glass a man, a familiar one, yet just a man. Angry mask and goggles, an odd doctors lens attached onto it, and a clipboard as he wrote down. Every single time you did something, he wrote, and you were the only human there. A large one, too. You grown from two times the size of grunts, to four times, and much taller than any ordinary human. It was clear it was exhausting, as you didn't think much except...

Where were you? In a glass cage, being observed like an animal with some comfort objects.

Why were you? It was at fault to the fluids pumped into you. You were permanently changed, and the more you prayed you were small... you fell asleep, now as small and docile as a grunt, into the blankets. Not to your knowledge.

Sanford walked in, seeing the much larger entity turn into a much smaller one now.

"I see your lab rat you stole can change sizes. Maybe they can fit in Hanks pocket?" He joked, gently stuffing a cookie into Docs mouth after ripping his mask off. A privilege very few owned, but Doc always allowed it because of how fond he was of Sanford. He continued to write, keeping you documented. Deimos entered after Sanford with the plate of cookies, leaving it on Docs counter for the man. "Oh, and we made more good luck cookies for you dealing with this monster." Deimos grinned.

"They're a cute little monster! Never seen a human that small, maybe I'm not the tallest after all with their size changing? Can they be a living Hammock?" Doc couldn't help but sigh at Deimos's squabbling. He left most questions unanswered. Deimos was always so mouthy.

"If I manage to train them to stay disguised, and hide away what they really are around you fools, perhaps. For now, Deimos, Sanford never tells you anything. This stays between me, Sanford, and O'Nine. Understand?" Deimos grumbled as he had to leave, pondering.

"What makes them so special?"

You woke up from a nightmare, one you couldn't recall, yet it struck you out of your shell and led you into running to a wall. Hitting it, even, and causing the grunt to run into the room, and slowly walk into the room, closing and locking the door behind him. You had plenty of questions for this man, but one stood out to you.

"What did you do to me?" His hands motioned you to calm down, sitting in your blanket pile. For some reason, that ticked you off, and you only then noticed that you had grown long, fluffy canine ears, and small nubs at the top of your head, protruding like growing horns. "What freak did they make out of me-" The man hushed you again, entering your boundaries and corner to softly bring you back into the blanket pile.

"Nothing I did, that was on the Deliberator, dragon child." He brought his mask off, only for a moment to undo his bandages. "The pre-you experiment died in an attempt to murder me."

Disgusting scars marred his cheeks. It was clear they were vicious and trying to get to his head.

"Now, I wanted a shift-blooded to obey me. That will be your job, and you will learn to kill, and please me and the others." You felt him gently stroke your long, thick scaled tail that wasn't there before the nap. You felt him rub underneath the freshly grown scales, and hell that popped the pressed bits open and made you fall into the pile, a natural purr emitted. One you couldn't make before.

Before you could get up, he pushed you back down. It appeared he could play you like a fiddle, and what made you roll over onto your back was his hand scratching behind your ear, and softly tugging it. You snapped out of your little trance to grab his wrists. He chuckled.

"They weren't kidding... you seem to be more enhanced than the last one. Still, cutely able to be taken advantage of." You let go once he offered to scratch your ear again, you barely obliged just because of how good his painted nails were against your head. "Is this Deliberators fearsome weapon? Headscratch-lover instead of his fierce murderer?" He grinned as you settled into his lap, head on his thigh as he stroked your ear, eventually lulling you into the twilight zone. A zen, more like it.

As soon as you fell asleep, however, this dream was memorable. It felt like you were awake, and back at that place, strapped to the bed. He kept talking with you, like a connection through a dream.

"I told you, didn't I? You belong to me. You can't escape me through your dreams." He was still there, in that chair, revisiting that bed, stroking your hair/scalp and kissing your forehead. "You're going to have to pick to defy me, or to submit to me. To obey Doc completely, or me." He continued to kiss your forehead, now leading down to your cheek, and then a softer one on your chin.

"Let me tell you though, whether you defy me or not, I will always be here to comfort you. You belong to me, and one day, when you finally give into me, I will belong to you. But alas, enjoy your time figuring out your gift, and... oh, maybe gather information so you can tell me when I capture you." He felt so real kissing you over and over again. Hell, this was a reality that wouldn't be too bad, living magic fire being all kissy and affectionate. But alas, your eyes squinted as the world disappeared, him smiling at you. It was scary, but somehow oddly comforting how wide and terrifying it was.

A smile that scares, yet you tried to awkwardly smile back, leading to you waking up, teeth bare and wretchedly pointing to a new figure. You crawled away, back to your normal size, grabbing the blankets to cover your naked body. Not like they cared, however. This figure just softly kept walking towards you, reaching outwards.

This figure had reached out, to softly hold your hand.