Dr. R. Trager (Outlast Fanfiction)

"Let's get some power through that engine of yours"

Lilith quickly became adaptive to her new environment, after all her daily routine was eat whatever they gave her, take her medicine, stare into a wall and sleep most of the night, through the screaming of her fellow patients, titled the variants by the staff.

Her sessions were with Dr. Houston, the "fucking ice cube", according to the orderlies and guards who occasionally escorted Lilith from and to the showers, but Lilith disagreed with them. The Doctor was resilient when it came to the non-responsive nature of Lilith, and even enjoyed it.
He would rant about how Murkoff is "ripping off the money from all those fundraisers and torturing people" and how he feels that he's "a part of something big"
Thanks to his rants, Lilith realized the kind of institution mount massive was, an illegal one that will never let her get out of here alive, which was fine by her.

After a while, her habit of keeping her silence up was getting everyone irritated. When Dr. Houston complained to the administration. Actions were taken and she was moved to the infirmary.

Strapped to the bed, they would inject her with countless things and starved her. She felt how it felt to be a lab rat first hand.
Most of the medicines they gave her she couldn't even spell, but she couldn't care less. She just stared out the window and occasionally at the passing patients.

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One rainy day, Dr. Houston have had it. He threw a tantrum in the infirmary complaining about how the drugs aren't working and that Lilith is useless. With her wooden file clipboard, he repeatedly beat her legs, bruising them. Even the orderlies were frightened.

A hand grasped Dr. Houston's arm and pulled away the file
"Give her to me" the man said "you wouldn't see potential even if it stood in front of your big nose"
Lilith recognized the voice. She tilted her head to see no other than Dr.Trager, this time wearing a suit.
"Give her to you?? Out of all the capable psychologists in mount massive, why the hell would I give her to you?" Said Dr. Houston angrily "you're not even a doctor, you just have medical knowledge and like to play pretend with the variants!"
That name, variants, echoed in the infirmary and all heads were turned towards the bed across Lilith's bed.
A big figure rose up and charged at Dr. Houston and holding him up by the chest.
Trager lunged to Lilith's bed shielding her with his arm, but Lilith was still able to see what went down.
the large patient pushed his right hand into Dr. Houston's mouth, holding his lower jaw and with the other hand pulled his upper jaw, he ripped his head apart. All this happened in a blink of an eye, the orderlies called a dozen security guards who tasered him 3 times already but he was still standing.
After giving him a large doze of sedatives that would've killed a regular grown man, he fell, crashing a bed in the process.

Silence and the sound of vomiting security guards spread through the room, the smell of the splattered blood made a couple of them who weren't used to this kind of scenery puke.
A laugh was followed by "oh this is priceless irony, he basically saw it coming" Dr. Trager said, ignoring the looks the orderlies gave him for laughing at the dead colleague "anywho, are you alright my little beast?" He turned and asked Lilith
She blinked in shock of his calm demeanor, trying to hide the fact she's shaking. She may have killed her family but that doesn't mean she can tolerate this type of violence.

Trager smirked and signaled to a male nurse and pointed to a room at the end of the infirmary. The nurse unhooked Lilith from the machines and the needles, put her in a wheelchair and obeyed Trager's orders.

The room was dark to begin with, however the male nurse knew his way around it. Before she realized Lilith was strapped to a cold leathery bed and the lights were turned on, yet she maintained her calmness. Whatever they do to her, it's better than being executed for mass murder, she had to play their game.

"Alrighty Lilith," Dr. Trager walked in, now wearing a lab coat "thanks to chris walker, now Houston is out of the way, I could finally figure out what is it with you. You file says that you're disengaged from reality, and you believed that when you killed your brother and sister it was an act of mercy, that must mean you only intended to kill your parents. What we want to know is, did you hate them like any other kid hates their parents at your age or did they give you a reason to? I mean you crossed the boundaries and killed them, so there must be something so what is it? Hmm?" He leaned in, waiting for an answer
He received no response, Lilith just stared at the ceiling so he sighed and put on his gloves and mask and motioned to the male nurse to move to a machine sitting by the bed
"See this is why Houston was an idiot, I mean the answers are all there, in that engine in your head called a brain. You simply just blocked it in. maybe, just maybe, like 65% chance, you might remember something if that engine had some power in it. Plus, and No offense but for a person disengaged from reality, you're really boring. So this session may lighten you up a bit and put some life in ya"
Trager moved to the top of the bed, placed a few wires on her forehead and connected them to a monitoring machine.
Suddenly Lilith felt a cold sensation on her temporal lobes.

After 5 second of silence..
"So now, let's get some power through that engine of yours" he whispered
And electricity charged through her body, which was seizing as the electricity moved up and down her spine.
She was aware, she was not disengaged with reality. at that moment, she wished she was. The pain was far more than she could've ever imagined. Far worse than when her mother made her kneel on hot pebbles for ruining the laundry at the age of 8.

The electricity wore off and everything went to black and when she awoke, it was as if she was reborn, the world was blurry and seemed like an old house that had its walls recolored and designed.

And now the pretend game is real. She no longer has to act disengaged

Her mind is completely disconnected, now more than ever and the mask has fallen