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Chapter seven

(Y/N) and Stacy sat quietly as they filled out their paperwork, filling in all of the required areas with ease. Name of patient? Estimated age- if any. Number of months working with patient? The reason behind that question being "Number of months" rather than "Number of years" was because it was common for the employees to die within the first year of working at the facility. While they filled out their forms, the medical staff went about their business of getting the physical started. They checked Slenderman and Offenderman's weight, measured their height. Tested reflexes. The things commonly looked into prior to doing any of the major inspections. By the time the women finished with their paperwork, it was time to proceed to the more invasive procedures- which they were required to help with. In blunt terms, they had to remove the restraints in order to strip the patients down. Stacy was more at ease with that particular task than one would expect, so she got right to it once she was ready. (Y/N) on the other hand, was always more hesitant. Partially because she wasn't too keen on seeing her patients naked, but also because there was always that hint of fear that rose in the back of her mind. Despite how easily Slenderman could be restrained if he decided to attack, she knew full well that if he lashed out there was a very low chance of survival.

As it was, odds were death wouldn't be fast either. The being was, well known for taking time with his kills. If he attacked, the blow would cause critical damage- but as long as he was immediately restrained she'd probably be treated in time and survive. If not, then she didn't want to know what he'd do. Her hands fumbled a bit as she went about the business of removing his restraints. All in all she took far longer to get them off of him than she should have, but she did eventually managed to free him of his shackles and chains. From there, she got to work on stripping him down. The first thing to go was his tie. Due to their height difference, he had to kneel so that she could remove it. She neatly folded the cloth then set it in an offered tub. After the tie went the outer layer of his suit, followed by his shirt. In an honest sense, it bothered her whenever he moved. His movements were only ever to do something desired of him. He stood when commanded, and sat when instructed. The obedience was out of place for a creature like him. She knew he only did so for means of survival. If not for that, she had her doubts anyone in the room would be alive. His top half was bare, and the awkward feeling that crept into her mind at situations like this became more evident. His skin was white. She often compared it to paper- the reality was that he looked as if he was covered in paint.

No living creature should have skin so white- especially when its blood was black. Paleness was a sign of sickness, and death. There were times she was convinced he was some form of ghoul. Something undead and mutated. The warmth of his skin always reminded her that that wasn't possible. As did fact that he breathed, ate, and bled. There were scars on his body from the experiments that had been performed on him, which was also proof that he was in fact a living being. Next she was to remove the clothing on his lower half, but as usual she hesitated. She hated doing this, but she didn't have much choice in the matter. There was a reason behind workers having to be the ones to strip their patients. That made it easier for the medical staff to keep an eye on the dangerous creatures that came in. They could watch for any signs of deceit. The rule also made it so that in the rare event that a patient came in armed, there were less casualties. Much easier to subdue someone who was busy trying to kill their caretaker than it was going after one trying to fight them off. Her gaze remained elsewhere as she removed what clothing he had left, and once done she turned to keep from looking at him. Having to do this with four people at least twice a year, was tiresome and awkward for her.

Slenderman's height made him intimidating, as did his natural aura. He demanded respect with his very presence. Breaking that respect could very well be a death sentence, and having to remove his clothing was the basic equivalent of saying "You aren't good enough to dress yourself". With him, she never felt closer to death than when she was helping out with a physical. With Eyeless Jack, the situation was just awkward. Aside from the incident earlier that day, she'd never felt him threat to her. As for the other two patients. They were always so quiet it was hard for her to decide if she feared them or just felt awkward. With her task done for the time being, she moved to sit with her coworker at the provided table. Stacy wasn't the slightest bit bothered by the situation.

"Its cute how nervous you get~" Stacy said with a slight smirk as she eyed her friend, who cast her a weak glare. Right after, she was given a playful smack on the arm. The woman laughed quietly and shook her head, before giving her coworker a playful pat on the shoulder. (Y/N) tried to repress a smile at the action, but didn't manage to. The playful air quickly soured when Slenderman abruptly swatted at one of the medical workers. The blow easily sent the male flying against the nearby wall, and he didn't move after hitting the floor. In a flash, everyone was on their feet and prepared to either run to safety or take down the suddenly hostile being. Or rather, beings. Offenderman was snarling, his sharp teeth were bared as he seemed to glare down at the medical workers. You knew he was angry when you could see the deep violet shade of his eyes, and, his eyes were showing. At first, neither of the caretakers were aware of what could have caused the sudden aggressive behavior. That is, until they noticed a streak of black running down Slenderman's side. The pair of caretakers looked at each other nervously, before (Y/N) anxiously, but quickly stepped forward to get between the angry slender beings and the medical workers. Truth be told, she expected one of them to lash out at her. When that didn't happen, she was both relieved and surprised.

Unsure of what to do, she turned to face Slenderman so that she could inspect his wound. Sure enough, there was a long strip of flesh missing from his left side. She didn't need to ask to know that the medical workers had decided to take a tissue sample for the sake of experimentation. That certainly explained the sudden violence, but it was a given that the workers would want to dish out harsh punishment to put the beings back in their place. Sure enough, when she peered over her shoulder to examine the scene, most of the medical staff had their cattle prods up and ready to be used. Instinctively she turned to face them, but she was unsure of what to do from there. She was literally stuck standing between a pair of angry slender creatures, and a whole group of medical staff out to establish dominance. In the end, Stacy was the one to make the move that ended the ordeal. She stepped right in front of the nearest medical worker, wrapped her hands around his cattle prod and forced them to lower it. When they struggled and tried to lift it back up, she took things one step farther and yanked it away from them, only to chuck it across the room. Then, she raised a hand to shake a finger in front of the workers nose, displaying just how serious she was.

"Don't you ever, raise your weapons to against my patient, without consulting me first! Punishment is mine to decide on, not yours!.. As is, the lot of you pulled a stunt and performed an unscheduled tissue sample gathering, which is NOT to be done without first acquiring the permission of the handlers. As in (Y/N) over there, and myself!... Either way, my coworker and I followed all needed rules. You've broken one that I can name, and attempted to break another. As I see it, you have no chance of getting out of the situation without punishment if either of us go to the higher ups to complain about what's happened. So, my suggestion to all of you, is to drop all those shock sticks, back the fuck off, and let my coworker and I take our patients back to their rooms." Stacy spat as she roughly jammed her index finger into the chest of the worker she was been standing in front of. Taken aback by her coworker's straightforward, "I don't take shit from anyone" attitude, (Y/N) looked around slightly to see how the others in the room were reacting. To her relief, all of the medical staff bore a similar expression on their faces. An expression of nervousness- anxiety. They knew Stacy's claims were accurate. If either of them went to their employers to complain about what they'd done, the workers would be in some serious trouble. For a few minutes after that, the room was dead silent. The medical staff seemed frozen in thought. They looked to each other awkwardly, seeming to be communicating with each other mentally. Stacy kept her eyes locked on the worker that stood in front of her. Her finger remained pressed firmly into their chest. (Y/N) looked from all of this, to the pair of beings she stood surprisingly close to. Slightly nervous, she peered up at Slenderman, who seemed to be looking down at her. The sight of his tall frame towering over her clearly distressed her, but his relaxed demeanor convinced her that he wasn't going to pull any violent stunts. After a moment, her gaze shifted to Offenderman.

His eyes were still visible, but he didn't seem to be snarling anymore. He was still clearly angry, but he didn't look as if he was going to attack anyone. His gaze shifted so that he could meet her eyes, and his eyes narrowed slightly. For what felt like eons, he kept his eyes locked on hers. He seemed to be studying her. Testing her in order to see if she was enemy or ally. When he seemed to have come to his conclusion, he pulled his gaze from her to direct it back at the medical staff. Around that time, they seemed to have backed down. Silently, the group of workers stepped away from the beings, who seemed to become more relaxed once their attackers were out of range. Understanding that the physical was over, (Y/N) and Stacy quickly set out to get their patients set and ready to go back to their rooms. The first thing (Y/N) did was patch up the wound on Slenderman's side. Small as it was, she wasn't willing to risk it getting infected. She cleaned the injury with rubbing alcohol and was a little surprised when he didn't react to the sting she knew it brought. Once the wound was clean, she quickly covered it with gauze before she set out to collect the beings clothes. This time around, she wasn't willing to help Slenderman dress himself. She could also sense he was in no mood to be treated like an incompetent child.

She waited patiently for him to dress. Despite how unwilling she was to watch him, she felt she had to do so. He dressed calmly- as did Offenderman. Stacy had taken a similar course of action, and so both slender beings were able to dress themselves. Once his clothes were back on, she stepped in to restrain him as she had done prior to escorting him out of his room. Once all of the chains and whatnot were in their proper place, she waited for Stacy to finish getting ready so that they could leave. Surprisingly enough, members of the medical staff opened the doors so that they could leave without delay. They were clearly eager to have the pair gone. Needless to say, they pretty much hightailed it out of there...

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Chapter seven

(Y/N) and Stacy sat quietly as they filled out their paperwork, filling in all of the required areas with ease. Name of patient? Estimated age- if any. Number of months working with patient? The reason behind that question being "Number of months" rather than "Number of years" was because it was common for the employees to die within the first year of working at the facility. While they filled out their forms, the medical staff went about their business of getting the physical started. They checked Slenderman and Offenderman's weight, measured their height. Tested reflexes. The things commonly looked into prior to doing any of the major inspections. By the time the women finished with their paperwork, it was time to proceed to the more invasive procedures- which they were required to help with. In blunt terms, they had to remove the restraints in order to strip the patients down. Stacy was more at ease with that particular task than one would expect, so she got right to it once she was ready. (Y/N) on the other hand, was always more hesitant. Partially because she wasn't too keen on seeing her patients naked, but also because there was always that hint of fear that rose in the back of her mind. Despite how easily Slenderman could be restrained if he decided to attack, she knew full well that if he lashed out there was a very low chance of survival.

As it was, odds were death wouldn't be fast either. The being was, well known for taking time with his kills. If he attacked, the blow would cause critical damage- but as long as he was immediately restrained she'd probably be treated in time and survive. If not, then she didn't want to know what he'd do. Her hands fumbled a bit as she went about the business of removing his restraints. All in all she took far longer to get them off of him than she should have, but she did eventually managed to free him of his shackles and chains. From there, she got to work on stripping him down. The first thing to go was his tie. Due to their height difference, he had to kneel so that she could remove it. She neatly folded the cloth then set it in an offered tub. After the tie went the outer layer of his suit, followed by his shirt. In an honest sense, it bothered her whenever he moved. His movements were only ever to do something desired of him. He stood when commanded, and sat when instructed. The obedience was out of place for a creature like him. She knew he only did so for means of survival. If not for that, she had her doubts anyone in the room would be alive. His top half was bare, and the awkward feeling that crept into her mind at situations like this became more evident. His skin was white. She often compared it to paper- the reality was that he looked as if he was covered in paint.

No living creature should have skin so white- especially when its blood was black. Paleness was a sign of sickness, and death. There were times she was convinced he was some form of ghoul. Something undead and mutated. The warmth of his skin always reminded her that that wasn't possible. As did fact that he breathed, ate, and bled. There were scars on his body from the experiments that had been performed on him, which was also proof that he was in fact a living being. Next she was to remove the clothing on his lower half, but as usual she hesitated. She hated doing this, but she didn't have much choice in the matter. There was a reason behind workers having to be the ones to strip their patients. That made it easier for the medical staff to keep an eye on the dangerous creatures that came in. They could watch for any signs of deceit. The rule also made it so that in the rare event that a patient came in armed, there were less casualties. Much easier to subdue someone who was busy trying to kill their caretaker than it was going after one trying to fight them off. Her gaze remained elsewhere as she removed what clothing he had left, and once done she turned to keep from looking at him. Having to do this with four people at least twice a year, was tiresome and awkward for her.

Slenderman's height made him intimidating, as did his natural aura. He demanded respect with his very presence. Breaking that respect could very well be a death sentence, and having to remove his clothing was the basic equivalent of saying "You aren't good enough to dress yourself". With him, she never felt closer to death than when she was helping out with a physical. With Eyeless Jack, the situation was just awkward. Aside from the incident earlier that day, she'd never felt him threat to her. As for the other two patients. They were always so quiet it was hard for her to decide if she feared them or just felt awkward. With her task done for the time being, she moved to sit with her coworker at the provided table. Stacy wasn't the slightest bit bothered by the situation.

"Its cute how nervous you get~" Stacy said with a slight smirk as she eyed her friend, who cast her a weak glare. Right after, she was given a playful smack on the arm. The woman laughed quietly and shook her head, before giving her coworker a playful pat on the shoulder. (Y/N) tried to repress a smile at the action, but didn't manage to. The playful air quickly soured when Slenderman abruptly swatted at one of the medical workers. The blow easily sent the male flying against the nearby wall, and he didn't move after hitting the floor. In a flash, everyone was on their feet and prepared to either run to safety or take down the suddenly hostile being. Or rather, beings. Offenderman was snarling, his sharp teeth were bared as he seemed to glare down at the medical workers. You knew he was angry when you could see the deep violet shade of his eyes, and, his eyes were showing. At first, neither of the caretakers were aware of what could have caused the sudden aggressive behavior. That is, until they noticed a streak of black running down Slenderman's side. The pair of caretakers looked at each other nervously, before (Y/N) anxiously, but quickly stepped forward to get between the angry slender beings and the medical workers. Truth be told, she expected one of them to lash out at her. When that didn't happen, she was both relieved and surprised.

Unsure of what to do, she turned to face Slenderman so that she could inspect his wound. Sure enough, there was a long strip of flesh missing from his left side. She didn't need to ask to know that the medical workers had decided to take a tissue sample for the sake of experimentation. That certainly explained the sudden violence, but it was a given that the workers would want to dish out harsh punishment to put the beings back in their place. Sure enough, when she peered over her shoulder to examine the scene, most of the medical staff had their cattle prods up and ready to be used. Instinctively she turned to face them, but she was unsure of what to do from there. She was literally stuck standing between a pair of angry slender creatures, and a whole group of medical staff out to establish dominance. In the end, Stacy was the one to make the move that ended the ordeal. She stepped right in front of the nearest medical worker, wrapped her hands around his cattle prod and forced them to lower it. When they struggled and tried to lift it back up, she took things one step farther and yanked it away from them, only to chuck it across the room. Then, she raised a hand to shake a finger in front of the workers nose, displaying just how serious she was.

"Don't you ever, raise your weapons to against my patient, without consulting me first! Punishment is mine to decide on, not yours!.. As is, the lot of you pulled a stunt and performed an unscheduled tissue sample gathering, which is NOT to be done without first acquiring the permission of the handlers. As in (Y/N) over there, and myself!... Either way, my coworker and I followed all needed rules. You've broken one that I can name, and attempted to break another. As I see it, you have no chance of getting out of the situation without punishment if either of us go to the higher ups to complain about what's happened. So, my suggestion to all of you, is to drop all those shock sticks, back the fuck off, and let my coworker and I take our patients back to their rooms." Stacy spat as she roughly jammed her index finger into the chest of the worker she was been standing in front of. Taken aback by her coworker's straightforward, "I don't take shit from anyone" attitude, (Y/N) looked around slightly to see how the others in the room were reacting. To her relief, all of the medical staff bore a similar expression on their faces. An expression of nervousness- anxiety. They knew Stacy's claims were accurate. If either of them went to their employers to complain about what they'd done, the workers would be in some serious trouble. For a few minutes after that, the room was dead silent. The medical staff seemed frozen in thought. They looked to each other awkwardly, seeming to be communicating with each other mentally. Stacy kept her eyes locked on the worker that stood in front of her. Her finger remained pressed firmly into their chest. (Y/N) looked from all of this, to the pair of beings she stood surprisingly close to. Slightly nervous, she peered up at Slenderman, who seemed to be looking down at her. The sight of his tall frame towering over her clearly distressed her, but his relaxed demeanor convinced her that he wasn't going to pull any violent stunts. After a moment, her gaze shifted to Offenderman.

His eyes were still visible, but he didn't seem to be snarling anymore. He was still clearly angry, but he didn't look as if he was going to attack anyone. His gaze shifted so that he could meet her eyes, and his eyes narrowed slightly. For what felt like eons, he kept his eyes locked on hers. He seemed to be studying her. Testing her in order to see if she was enemy or ally. When he seemed to have come to his conclusion, he pulled his gaze from her to direct it back at the medical staff. Around that time, they seemed to have backed down. Silently, the group of workers stepped away from the beings, who seemed to become more relaxed once their attackers were out of range. Understanding that the physical was over, (Y/N) and Stacy quickly set out to get their patients set and ready to go back to their rooms. The first thing (Y/N) did was patch up the wound on Slenderman's side. Small as it was, she wasn't willing to risk it getting infected. She cleaned the injury with rubbing alcohol and was a little surprised when he didn't react to the sting she knew it brought. Once the wound was clean, she quickly covered it with gauze before she set out to collect the beings clothes. This time around, she wasn't willing to help Slenderman dress himself. She could also sense he was in no mood to be treated like an incompetent child.

She waited patiently for him to dress. Despite how unwilling she was to watch him, she felt she had to do so. He dressed calmly- as did Offenderman. Stacy had taken a similar course of action, and so both slender beings were able to dress themselves. Once his clothes were back on, she stepped in to restrain him as she had done prior to escorting him out of his room. Once all of the chains and whatnot were in their proper place, she waited for Stacy to finish getting ready so that they could leave. Surprisingly enough, members of the medical staff opened the doors so that they could leave without delay. They were clearly eager to have the pair gone. Needless to say, they pretty much hightailed it out of there...