Dr. R. Trager (Outlast Fanfiction)

Mother

New year's eve, Lilith laid on the floor of her padded cell staring the ceiling. Waiting the clock to go by faster so she can continue her treatment, more importantly, her chores.

She now has embraced her rebirth as the mother of mount massive, the protector of the variants, after all, all that anyone needs is a little love, and lilith had a funny way of showing it.

She began seducing the guards who she witnessed abuse the patients, if they fell for it, she'd take them to a secluded area and choke them or kill them by any tool she could get her hands on. The guards were then left in place, while some poor soul takes the blame for the kill, she gets away, because who would think a patient as dissociated and broken as she can possibly think this plan up, right? She was a wolf in sheep's clothing.

She wanted to believe she was doing it for the patients that were abused, but it wasn't, it was to satisfy this new found lust that sparked in her as she woke up feeling depraved, beaten down and abused.
Again, it felt like home.

2 loud knocks banged against the door, which opened short after. Lilith sat up and brushed her uniform, she knew it was time for her session. But today the orderlies were different.
"New guys? Hello, my name is Lilith, what are yours?"  Lilith said approaching the men giving them her hands to handcuff, trying to be as friendly as possible.
"..." none of the men replied, yet they proceeded to handcuff Lilith and lead her out of the cell.
"Oh I apologize for being too forward, just trying to be polite, my mother always scolded me when I wasn't."
"..." still no answer.

Lilith looked back, seeing Trager also escorted out, who also noticed her, he nodded comforting her, since he knew where they were going.

In the elevator, Trager leaned closer to Lilith, who was in front of him "hello babe, how are you holding up?"
Lilith turned and looked puzzled at the 4 guards in the elevator, showing no response
"Don't you worry hun, these guys are instructed to never communicate with the patients, these are sub-level specialists" trager explained
"Sub-level?" Lilith's damaged mind tried to make sense of things
"Yes, as in the sub-level laboratories below, or where the suits mostly are. You see darling Lily, everything has 2 sides. The visible & the invisible. To the world mount massive is a rehabilitation institute for the criminally insane, like you... okay and like me, but in fact-"
"They are running illegal experiments on the patients instead?" Lilith interrupted him sharing her conclusion, Trager's eyes' widened, he didn't think she'll be able to figure it out since she never even got passed the 2nd floor of mount massive and as the only female, she had very limited access. she smiled at his face and continued "not so dissociated anymore my dear doctor, I realized that when I saw patients disappear for weeks and turn up mutated and broken... is that where we're going now?" Now facing him, her blank facial expression made him worry he might never see  it again.
"Nah" trager said, cupping her little face in his hands "I will never let them break you, cause if they did I may have to break their fingers, right?" He chuckled.
One of the guards, clearly understood the threat and took a big gulp.
Lilith half smiled, but still unsure. She knew Trager was, after all, mad in the head.

The elevator dinged and they were escorted down white hallways, into 2 different rooms, separated by glass. They was fastened into chairs and injected with multiple serums
"Woah, that feels great! is that morphine?" Trager exclaimed, He leaned in to read the label "Oh yes it is, nice, this is definitely gonna hurt"
Lilith, in the other room, unable to hear Trager, was puzzled by his smile and calm attitude.
Her attitude on the other hand, was more frigid. The morphine relaxed her, but she still didn't understand what was happening. Suddenly, scenarios of every single mess that could happen began reciting in her head.
"What if the washing machine breaks and the water & soap is discharged everywhere? No one will sleep in clean sheets!! Or what if someone forgot a sauce pan on the stove and it started overcooking and burning the food?? Or what if someone puked in the hallway?!"
Her OCD intensified and she started murmuring the scenarios happening in her head, picturing her mother standing over her with a clothing hanger
Another serum was injected in her, this one gave her a headache so strong, it made her neck feel sore.