The Doctor's Decision: A Soul Eater Horror Variation

The Doctor's Decision: A Soul Eater Variation

                                                     The Doctor's Decision: A Soul Eater Variation

        My name is Dr. Franken Stein. As you may know, I'm an infamously mad scientist who craves the knowledge of what hides inside us. I can’t feel love for others; just sadism and dissection. I wasn’t always like this, however. My story begins in the Sahara Desert, three years ago…

        It was a hot, Godforsaken day. I was in search of the Pharaoh’s tomb. While evaluating one of the pyramids, I stumbled upon a peculiar artifact. It must’ve been there for centuries, yet it looked almost as though it had been left untouched by time. What I found most perplexing, was its shape. It consisted of a shiny, black chrome with a silvery pattern on the bottom. Its blade was unnaturally sharp and had a long staff. Something compelled me to pick up the scythe. I almost jumped when I touched it. “It’s so… cold…”, I said.

        Suddenly, it became shrouded by a bright, white light and began to transform. It took the form of a human male. He was about my height, 6 ft. 1 in. He had long, dark red hair. His eyes were a pale, dark blue. He wore a white shirt with a black suit and pants; his black tie was the shape of a crucifix.

        “YaaaAAAWWwwn! Finally! Someone brave enough to actually touch me!” he said, his voice a bit deep. “Wh-who are you?” I stuttered. “You mean… you came all the way here, yet you don’t even know who I am?” he said, disappointed. “Uh… I came in search for the Pharaoh’s tomb.”, I responded. “I wasn’t anticipating-” “What is your name?” he says, cutting me off. “Stein. Franken Stein.” I muttered. “I'm Spirit Albarn. Most know me as Death Scythe.”, he says slightly annoyed. “Franken Stein, huh? How stupid do you think I am?” “Whatever could you mean?”, I ask. “Is my name the cause of what’s bugging you? It’s not fake you kno-”. Again, he cuts me off, this time his voice sounding more serious. “You know… I was going to give you three wishes, but that smart ass attitude of yours is pissing me off.”. He pauses, looking up as if trying to think of what to say next. “Instead, I’ll give you three choices. Your first choice is to have an infinite amount of money, but no one else but you is allowed to benefit from it.”. He paused again. “Option two, you can have exponential intellect unlike any other, but you will never know true love.”. Yet another pause. “And finally, number three, you can wish for world peace, but then die at age 25.”. He then looked at me, waiting for me to make my decision.

        I was getting tired of this guy’s rambling. I had research that still needed to be done and I didn’t want to waste any more time. “What happens if I don’t make a decision, huh?” I muttered, paying no attention to his stare. “Listen here, bitch!”, he sneered angrily, grabbing me by the collar of my shirt. His eyes were now full of murderous intent. He transforms his left arm into a blade and brings it to my neck. “You don’t want to fuck with me! I’ll stalk you to the ends of the earth if I have to! I’ll slice up all the things you care about, leaving you nothing but pure hell and misfortune!”. I was shocked at what he said. “Maybe this is why he said, “Finally! Someone brave enough to actually touch me!”.” I thought. “So, what’ll it be, Stein? Are ya gonna make a wish, or am I'm gonna get to rip your throat out?” he said with a taunting smirk covering his face. “Okay, okay! I… uh…” I say, barely able to speak, let alone breathe. “You?” he nudged on, bringing his blade closer to my throat. “I… I wish for extraordinary intelligence.” I whisper, fearing the blade might cut me if I vibrate my vocal cords. “Good.”, he says, releasing me from his death grip. “Now, was that so hard?”. He smirks as he says this, trying to intimidate me. “Your wish is my desire.” and with that, he transforms himself, yet again, into a scythe.