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"Hello Doctor! remember me?" @survivorsally

The Doctor turned to look at Sally when he.. stopped. looking her up and down, he thought to himself did Sally somehow revert back into her former self? Shaking his head he finally spoke up in her mind, “[............. Mrs. Smithson! I.... greetings.]” he almost looked confused

@survivorsally

HERMAN WHY U hate TALBOT

((GORE/BODY HORROR WARNING))

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*Walks in with a long, closed trench coat, a hat and sunglasses. Then whispers in your ear*

Hey you,

*Opens coat, revealing like 30 wires in different colors, even rainbows*

Wanna buy some?

... HOW DID YOU EVEN GET IN HERE!?

ᴴᵒʷ ᵐᵘᶜʰ

What happens if I throw water on you

You’d die!

Can you dilate your pupils like a cat

IS IT ME BEING ABLE TO DO THAT, OR IS  IT LSD? THAT IS UP TO YOU TO TELL! 

((God, tumblr at it again, click for better quality-MUN))

HI herman who did you found the cow

I didn’t find M00, M00 found me. All I had to do was contain her.

thoughts on other killers?

..... I hate him. 

The Doctor, hearing Adiel scream let out another laugh, His laugh seeming to echo around in his head as he approached. The hallucinations reappearing and disappearing more rapidly as the real doctor approached. He was almost Indistinguishable from the hallucinations expect that he didn’t disappear, he kept moving towards Adiel. His voice was loud... painful.... “[Oh, I’m just doing what I do best Mr. Roberts ]” he stopped right in front of him, putting his weapon under his chin, the sharp mental stinging his skin as electricity bounced off it. “[Discipline.]”

The noises he was hesring turned into harsh whispers as the doctor looked over him. His wide smile burning itself into his mind. he looked insane.. no... he was insane. This was was truly mad.

“Pardon me. Doctor.. Carter was it? Sorry to intrude. I only recently ended up here.. Could you help me?” The red haired Brit asked cautiously, looking at the man he was speaking to.

((Hope this is decent! ^^’))

The Doctor looked at the Brit, almost taken aback that they knew his name. But more importantly they were asking a killers help.

His voice cut through their thoughts, “[... I’m surprised that someone apparently so new to this waking nightmare knows my name. But that’s besides the point!]” he cleared his throat, even thought he wasn’t talking physically, “[Why come to a killer for help?]”

((This was perfect dude! Sorry if my responses is a bit eh, I’ve never RPed on Tumblr sooo-))

It wasn’t long until The Doctor rounded the corner, storming into his office. He carried what looks to be some old rag stained with different colors. Presumably being used to clean up the spray paint. He let out a sigh, tossing the rag onto a shelf. As he stood there his posture was stiff, his arms behind his back fidgeting with his own hands. After what felt like minutes of him just standing there he turned to his desk... where he paused.

Where are his notes.

Shaking his head he went to the other side of his desk, pulling opening a few drawers, this has to be some kind of lapse in his memory... right? They were right there weren’t they!? The Doctor slammed the drawers shut, starting to get a bit more frantic in his search. He started looking through the shelves... nothing. Maybe under the desk?... also nothings. The more frantic he got, the more electricity bounce off him, the more he started to panic.

He can’t lose these! If he loses the notes he loses his progress, he’ll have to start back at square one! He.. he can’t go through that again... he doesn’t remember where he even started his search for the exit. WHERE ARE HIS NOTES!?

Legion did a good job this time. Spray paint of random phrases spread across walls, gurneys broken and pushed over, and a multitude of other things had been torn into and wrecked. Of course, they had all made a quick getaway and had left quite awhile ago, give or take 30 minutes. But for some reason, one of them had returned. Susie roamed the halls of Léry's, hands behind her back. She looked around innocently, not seeming to want to wreck anything else.. she just wanted a closer look at things.

Walking by herself she soon realized how quiet Léry’s actually was. Each noises seemed to be intensified; her footstep, each mouse squeak, each creek of the window.. hell even the wind seem to reverberate through the halls. Going through these halls the mess they’ve left was still there, almost untouched aside from a few gurneys being back in place. It was dark.. cold and damp, water dripping from the ceiling from pipes that had brusted long ago. Some Windows had been boarded up.. the paint on the walls seeming to be chipping off. Not to mention almost every surface seemed to be untouched for a long... long time... a layer of dust covering almost everything.

Going even further down the seemingly never ending hallways, the mess they made seemed to be getting cleaner. The hallways seemed to be put back together, even some of the spray paint being washed off. Turning a corner, she felt something pass over her mind... like she just passed through something. But something quickly got her attention.... light..... not natural moonlight from outside... actual light. This part of Léry’s stuck out like a sore thumb.

The notes were...... scattered to say the least. Idea were sprawled out in different chunks of text, each one seeming more rushed than the last. Flipping through the pages of seemingly boring notes, some with a few Polaroid photos attached to them of these strange places. A few of the Entity’s claw... and a strange crack that seemed to be in the sky. The pages detailed seemingly random things about these polaroids, but one thing remained the same throughout all the pages... a word sprinkled throughout each one of them... escape.

God knows how long Susie was flipping through these notes, when the Television started to make a low buzzing noise. Before suddenly switching itself on, a cacophony of noise blasting from it, it rapidly switched channels. But that soon stopped as it just landed on static.

Legion did a good job this time. Spray paint of random phrases spread across walls, gurneys broken and pushed over, and a multitude of other things had been torn into and wrecked. Of course, they had all made a quick getaway and had left quite awhile ago, give or take 30 minutes. But for some reason, one of them had returned. Susie roamed the halls of Léry's, hands behind her back. She looked around innocently, not seeming to want to wreck anything else.. she just wanted a closer look at things.

Walking by herself she soon realized how quiet Léry’s actually was. Each noises seemed to be intensified; her footstep, each mouse squeak, each creek of the window.. hell even the wind seem to reverberate through the halls. Going through these halls the mess they’ve left was still there, almost untouched aside from a few gurneys being back in place. It was dark.. cold and damp, water dripping from the ceiling from pipes that had brusted long ago. Some Windows had been boarded up.. the paint on the walls seeming to be chipping off. Not to mention almost every surface seemed to be untouched for a long... long time... a layer of dust covering almost everything.

Going even further down the seemingly never ending hallways, the mess they made seemed to be getting cleaner. The hallways seemed to be put back together, even some of the spray paint being washed off. Turning a corner, she felt something pass over her mind... like she just passed through something. But something quickly got her attention.... light..... not natural moonlight from outside... actual light. This part of Léry’s stuck out like a sore thumb.

herm. herman. level with me here. where is all the ketamine

WH-

WHO TOLD YOU!?

.....

Top left shelf all the way in the back. It’s in a Little secret cubby

The swaaws are back, bitch

Oh... Oh NO... NO GOD.. OH GOD OH FUCK OH NO.

They literally made me smile really bright lmao, thank you kind person

~pre-fog Herman simp anon

((No problem Anon! Glad I could make you happy!- MUN))

*crawls out from the stain on the ground like a RE monster and proceeds to crack your fingers making them glow like glow-sticks*

AH! I SEE THE GLOWSTICK JUICE I INJECTED INTO MY BONES WORKED! THANK YOU STRANGE RADATION MONSTER!

Okokok, I know that ain’t you but I just saw Herman Carter before he was y’know, crispy, and I am obsessed???? Like he is SO FUCKING CUTE AND HOT SJDUJD

Sorry I had to share

Hello anon!

Since you like Pre-Fog Herman I thought I would just... you know... show some old doodle of the he.

Yes he has dimples.

The office was cozy! The chandelier giving off a warm glow, from what she’d seen this was the only part with working electricity... hell it was kinda warm in here. The bookshelves were filled with books of many genres, horror, Mystery, Sí-Fi, etc. on another shelf that held what looked like to be a collection of chess pieces; each one placed neatly on a dusty chess board. But on closer inspection there were only wooden knights on the board. Not pawns, not bishops, not even rooks... just knights.. and the king and queen. The King and Queen were eye catching, shimmering glass chess pieces. Showing different colors from each angle. Both of them giving off a strange aura.

The desk seemed to be in good shape, besides for a few burn marks on the surface. Books along with papers were stacked on the desk, vanilla folders wedged between some of the books. Some papers were scattered around on the desk, personably notes for some kind of project. The small old television sat near the edge of the desk, off... this room was quiet.

Above the doorway was a singular security camera.... its red light blinking, yet it did not move.

Legion did a good job this time. Spray paint of random phrases spread across walls, gurneys broken and pushed over, and a multitude of other things had been torn into and wrecked. Of course, they had all made a quick getaway and had left quite awhile ago, give or take 30 minutes. But for some reason, one of them had returned. Susie roamed the halls of Léry's, hands behind her back. She looked around innocently, not seeming to want to wreck anything else.. she just wanted a closer look at things.

Walking by herself she soon realized how quiet Léry’s actually was. Each noises seemed to be intensified; her footstep, each mouse squeak, each creek of the window.. hell even the wind seem to reverberate through the halls. Going through these halls the mess they’ve left was still there, almost untouched aside from a few gurneys being back in place. It was dark.. cold and damp, water dripping from the ceiling from pipes that had brusted long ago. Some Windows had been boarded up.. the paint on the walls seeming to be chipping off. Not to mention almost every surface seemed to be untouched for a long... long time... a layer of dust covering almost everything.

Going even further down the seemingly never ending hallways, the mess they made seemed to be getting cleaner. The hallways seemed to be put back together, even some of the spray paint being washed off. Turning a corner, she felt something pass over her mind... like she just passed through something. But something quickly got her attention.... light..... not natural moonlight from outside... actual light. This part of Léry’s stuck out like a sore thumb.

The Doctor steadied his grip on his weapon, watching Adiel turn the corner. Instead of chasing after him though he started to charge up a static blast. Adiel could hear it be released... and more importantly feel it. The shock he experienced eailer was nothing compared to this. His vision went all staticy, his conscious once again being cleaved open more intensely, his thoughts scattering leaving room for these disturbing mind bending images.

But as he ran he started to hear things... was the doctor right behind him? No.. no.. he can’t be. He lost him a few minutes ago. His vision went blurry again, come to a moment later.... was that The Doctor was in front of him? Wait, why is he over there?

These hallucinations kept flickering in and out of existences.

“Pardon me. Doctor.. Carter was it? Sorry to intrude. I only recently ended up here.. Could you help me?” The red haired Brit asked cautiously, looking at the man he was speaking to.

((Hope this is decent! ^^’))

The Doctor looked at the Brit, almost taken aback that they knew his name. But more importantly they were asking a killers help.

His voice cut through their thoughts, “[... I’m surprised that someone apparently so new to this waking nightmare knows my name. But that’s besides the point!]” he cleared his throat, even thought he wasn’t talking physically, “[Why come to a killer for help?]”

((This was perfect dude! Sorry if my responses is a bit eh, I’ve never RPed on Tumblr sooo-))

You hear the faint sound of a distant click. Another one. More clicks. They’re coming closer. Soon enough you see a butt-dancing Ace,followed by Jake, Feng and Nea, clicking their flashlights at you.

“GG EZ BABY KILLER HAHA! EASY WIN!”

Okay but what the FUCK is your stun sound, you sound like you’re either having a stroke or misquoting Shakespeare really fast.

THOUGH SPEAKING SHAKESPEARE REALLY FAST IS A FUNNY THOUGH, IT’S SADLY NOT. WHEN THOSE DAMMED PALLETS ARE BROUGHT DOWN UPON ME, IT FEELS LIKE IM BEING ELECTROCUTED! SO MY BODY HAS AN INSTINCTUAL REACTION TO MAKE THAT... WEIRD SOUND.

Talk about one person your muse loves?

(If you say ‘himself’ I will personally come over to slap you)

Herman is actually Aroace (Does not feel romantic or sexual attraction)! So he wouldn’t really have an attraction to anyone in the fog.

But for platonic relationships I don’t think he has really anyone. EXECPT HIMSE-

HC- talk about your muse’s accent?

Herman actually talks in peoples heads... since his mouth guard makes it difficult to talk physically. While speaking, his voice is very monotoned often echoing in your head. But if he so desires he can add a bit of emotion into it. It’s uncommon for him to do that, but it’s not unheard of! Now when he feels really strong emotions that’s when it gets funky.

When he’s feeling overwhelming sadness his voice will become something like a low signal radio. Cutting in and out random parts, and its honestly quieter!

When he’s really pissed his voice is loud, reverbing over your thoughts... and it’s almost glitchy in a way!

your muse’s thoughts on cops and other authority figures and something that scares your muse.

Thoughts on cops and other authority figures: Herman could really care less about them. From his perspective they’re all below him, as he had worked for the CIA with MKAwakening. Also ACAB.

Greatest Fear: Herman is absolutely terrified of failure. He honestly can’t even stand the thought of it, he constantly needs to be at peak preformance. Whether it be in trials, or during experiments he needs to be successful.

Legion did a good job this time. Spray paint of random phrases spread across walls, gurneys broken and pushed over, and a multitude of other things had been torn into and wrecked. Of course, they had all made a quick getaway and had left quite awhile ago, give or take 30 minutes. But for some reason, one of them had returned. Susie roamed the halls of Léry's, hands behind her back. She looked around innocently, not seeming to want to wreck anything else.. she just wanted a closer look at things.

Walking by herself she soon realized how quiet Léry’s actually was. Each noises seemed to be intensified; her footstep, each mouse squeak, each creek of the window.. hell even the wind seem to reverberate through the halls. Going through these halls the mess they’ve left was still there, almost untouched aside from a few gurneys being back in place. It was dark.. cold and damp, water dripping from the ceiling from pipes that had brusted long ago. Some Windows had been boarded up.. the paint on the walls seeming to be chipping off. Not to mention almost every surface seemed to be untouched for a long... long time... a layer of dust covering almost everything.

Going even further down the seemingly never ending hallways, the mess they made seemed to be getting cleaner. The hallways seemed to be put back together, even some of the spray paint being washed off. Turning a corner, she felt something pass over her mind... like she just passed through something. But something quickly got her attention.... light..... not natural moonlight from outside... actual light. This part of Léry’s stuck out like a sore thumb.

Ask away Because I feel awkward doing an idea essay on HCs for Herman!

* character headcanons

clothing style.

before - bed routine. 

eating habits.

concept of home and family. 

hobbies. 

fighting style.

what calms your muse down after a bad day?

talk about one person your muse loves.

ways your muse says i love you.

describe your muse’s laugh. 

what items can be found in your muse’s pockets? 

talk about your muse’s most prized possession(s).

describe your muse’s walk. 

talk about your muse’s accent.

describe your muse’s smile. 

how often does your muse get sick?

does your muse know when to rest, or do they push themselves?

does your muse snore? sleeptalk? sleepwalk?

the thing(s) your muse thinks about before falling asleep.

is your muse a fitful or a quiet sleeper?

your muse’s thoughts on cops and other authority figures.

skills and special talents. 

disabilities or illnesses. 

habits and mannerisms.

introvert or extrovert.

religious or non - religious.

verbal or non - verbal communication.

something your muse could never forgive.

something that makes your muse smile.

something that scares your muse.

something that gives your muse hope.

how your muse responds to being helped / taken care of.

how your muse responds to unconditional love.

how your muse responds to danger.

how your muse responds to stress.  

how your muse responds to anger.

did your muse grow up too fast?

Ok but are you able to pull off any other expression

HELLO ANON, THANKS FOR THE QUESTION.... SHORT ANSWER IS NOT REALY.

BECAUSE OF MY LITTLE.... FACE SITUATION... YEAH LET’S CALL IT THAT. MY MOUTH IS FORVER HELD OPEN IN THIS FORCED SMILE, AND BECAUSE OF THE METAL GUARDS HOLDING MY EYES OPEN, I AM UNABLE TO BLINK. MY MOUTH GUARD MAKE IT ALMOST IMPOSSIBLE TO MOVE MY MOUTH DOWN, CANT CLOSE IT OBVIOUSLY. BUT I CAN SMILE A BIT WIDER THAN THIS! BACK ON MY EYES! LIKE I SAID, THEY’RE BEING HELD OPEN WHICH BASICALLY MEANS, I HAVE LOSS THE USE MY EYELIDS. MAKING IT IMPOSSIBLE TO SQUINT OR ANYTHING ELSE LIKE THAT!

MY MAIN SOURCE OF EXPRESSING MYSELF IS THROUGH HEAD AND HAND MOVEMENTS! AND YES, THE OCCASIONAL LAUGH.

..Can I plug my phone cable into your arm or smth? My battery’s almost dead :/

... FENG DOES THIS TO ME ALL THE TIME, NO FANCY WIRES NEEDED! HERE LET ME JUST HOLD YOUR PHONE, IT’LL CHARGE!

((Would ya’ll mind if I info dump about Herman for a minute? Just HCs and other things! I just want to make him a tad bit more enjoyable. Flesh him out a bit, so he’s not just thiis slightly goofy asshole.

When I info Dump should I just make a long post or do one of those I think they’re called character headcanon memes? Ask memes? I don’t know, I’ve only been on this hell sight for about a month.

But would ya’ll be interested in that?))

The Doctor watched her stand by a pallet...... and almost laughed, the amount of time’s he’s seen survivors do this was astounding. A simple reserves trap he thought to himself as he charged up another shock therapy.

His voice cut through his head again, “[Rule number two: Some behavior will be ‘punished’ by killers. Each ‘punishment’ varying from killer to killer.]” as he set another shock therapy his way... making Adiel’s mussels lock up, making it almost impossible for him to move his body for just a few moments.

But in those few moments the Doctor has almost caught up, his weapon raised, as he lundged at the boy.

“Pardon me. Doctor.. Carter was it? Sorry to intrude. I only recently ended up here.. Could you help me?” The red haired Brit asked cautiously, looking at the man he was speaking to.

((Hope this is decent! ^^’))

The Doctor looked at the Brit, almost taken aback that they knew his name. But more importantly they were asking a killers help.

His voice cut through their thoughts, “[... I’m surprised that someone apparently so new to this waking nightmare knows my name. But that’s besides the point!]” he cleared his throat, even thought he wasn’t talking physically, “[Why come to a killer for help?]”

((This was perfect dude! Sorry if my responses is a bit eh, I’ve never RPed on Tumblr sooo-))

*Arises from the floor still glowing like fucking nuclear waste from Chernobyl and whispers in your ear "crispy," then fucking evaporates into a stain on the fucking floor*

TW: LOUD

Herman tilted his head... listening intently, “[Called into more trials than usual..... hm....... Interesting.]” he leaned back thinking for a moment, “[The Entity has done that to me before. Pissed the house spider off and..........]”

He paused, letting out a small pitty laugh. Rubbing the twisted and torn side of his face, “[Let’s just say I never gave a survivor that damn hatch again. BUT ANYWAYS! As you can see my ability to ramble has never left!]” he crossed his arms. “[But yes, from the few times I’ve seen you using your ability... Which I still wonder how it works by the way! You seemed to get fatigued. And using that trial after trial..... ouch!]” he chuckled.

"It's been a while since I've seen you around Herman, how have you been? I'm guessing you've been keeping yourself entertained with your 'experiments'?" Sally approached the doctor in his own realm, having needed a change of scenery from her own.

@crotus-prenn-specter

Herman looked up from the stack of papers on his desk, almost surprised to see Sally. He adjusted his shattered reading glasses his smile almost widening, his words echoing in her head, “[Why... isn’t this a surprise! Sally Smithson...  Nice to see you again.]”  Herman put the papers to the side, straightening his posture, “[I’ve been..... Decent. Just a lot happening here. If you didn’t notice, my territory has once again been vandalized by the edgy group of Teenagers. What do they call themselves again? Legion?]” he shrugged, chuckling to himself. “[But that’s beside the point. My experiments have been going very well! All sorts of new discoveries! How about you been Mrs. Simithson?]” @crotus-prenn-specter