For those unaware, Randoms are short stories based on random ideas, concepts, and prompts that I either stumble across, or pop into my weird brain for whatever reason. They are a segment meant to contrast my novels and novellas, which require me to commit to an idea and generally take me forever to write.
For this second story, I once again took a bewildering path to discovering a concept, which I devised by mashing two things together. The first and primary source of inspiration for this story is the 1996 album Dr. Octagonecologyst, which I discovered earlier this year, and I took a liking to it and the homicidal time travelling Jovian gynecologist protagonist seen throughout the album. Plus, the lyrics and beats were pretty damn good too. The second source is the hentai comic Absolutely Painless Dentist by Taniguchi-san, which involves a dentist office where patients switch bodies with a nurse while the nurse undergoes the dental procedure in the patient’s body, and the patient in nurses body gets to have kinky lesbian sex, because hentai. As for why I did this… I dunno. My mind is an enigma even to me, the Electric Nigma, and I just come up with weird concepts for the sake of it sometimes.
Disclaimer: This short story contains adult material including sexually explicit activities, strong language, euthanasia, and unwarranted malice. Reader discretion is advised.
Random #002: Doctor Decagon – Deep Diver
“It’ll be find, just sit back, let it happen, and don’t cause a fuss,” I said to myself as I went through my breathing exercises, only to be interrupted with the sound of my own name.
I immediately shot up from the well worn waiting room chair and made my way to the main office, where one of the bustling nurses held open the door for me and escorted me through a cramped hallway to exam room number 3. Once inside, I turned to get a better look at my escort. She was an Asian woman, probably just 5’3 or so, with dark armpit length hair, a slender build that was draped in ill-fitting scrubs, and a cute youthful face that looked at me as if she were examining me from under a microscope. I honestly couldn’t fathom a guess as to how old she is, being Asian and all that, but she carried herself as if she had been doing this job for several years.
“Alright miss Velasquez, since it is your first time seeing Doctor Decagon I’m going to have to ask you to verify some information on your chart,” the nurse said while looking down at a clipboard.
“I, um, alright,” I stammered, still unnerved about this whole situation.
“First off, what was your date of birth?”
“April 14th, 1988. I just turned 21 last month,” I quickly barked back, adding on my age preemptively.
“And what would you say your height and weight are?”
“I’m 6’3, and last I checked I weigh 145 pounds.”
“Alright, everything’s in line so far… and when was your last pelvic exam?”
“I think it was January of 2008.”
“Hm, you’re young, so you aren’t at risk for a lot of things, but you really should try to make these appointments every 12 months going forward.”
“Sorry, it’s just that my parents changed jobs, my old gynecologist wouldn’t accept my new insurance and—”
“It’s okay, you don’t need to defend yourself in front of me, dear. Now, do you smoke, drink alcohol, or use any recreational drugs?”
“I drink occasionally— maybe twice a month or so. But never much.”
“Gotcha. Last question! Are you sexually active?”
“I, um, no, I’m not,” I murmured, hoping that I wouldn’t need to repeat myself.
“Understood. Everything checks out on the charts we were transferred. Doctor Decagon should be here in a few minutes,” the nurse commented while opening up a cabinet and pulling out a disposable hospital gown.
“Please change into this, no shoes, no socks, no underwear, and wait on that table here. The doctor is running a bit late today, so it will probably be… a while before he comes in. Do you need anything while you wait?”
“No, I’m good. Just give me a couple minutes to change,” I said as I looked over the cold and flimsy garment laying on the exam room table.
After the nurse left and offered me some privacy, I let out a deep sigh as I began looking over my person and gingerly taking off my clothes, thereby exposing my person to the unseasonably chilly office air, with my only protection being a flimsy plasticy feeling garment meant to do little more than obfuscate one’s private parts. I did as I was asked and planted my butt on the table, casually kicking my legs front and back while taking in more details of the, overall, nondescript and rather plain medical exam room, where the only details of note were the light blue walls and the chipping paint adorning the radiators.
I also noticed a small mirror placed near the sink, one that I briefly looked at, revealing that I really should have taken some time to fix my hair, which had become frizzy as the day went on, and that hospital gowns truly are the least flattering thing a person can wear. Plus, the color really didn’t work with my darker complexion. Then again, hospital gowns don’t really look good on anybody, regardless of their race.
Having not brought anything to read, work on, or look over, and not wanting to awkwardly slip out into the waiting room to grab some random magazine, I was at a loss for things to do. The only possible activity I could think to entertain myself was exploring the contents of the cabinets, but that would probably just make me look like a weirdo in front of the doctor if he were to suddenly barge in. So instead I started at the clock and tried immersing myself in my own thoughts, drifting away from this uneventful segment of my life and towards the subject matter of school. My sophomore year just ended last week, and while I was still waiting on my grades, I was pretty happy with my performance so far, and had little reason to doubt that the next two years would be particularly troublesome, even if they do represent a shift from regular gen-ed classes to more specialized business courses.
As I began mentally muling over more class registration, and telling myself that I should register for fall classes sooner than later, my mind drifted once more to a more relevant matter at hand, my pelvic exam. Having a doctor scrape my vagina with a piece of metal and then shove their fingers up there was not my idea of a good time, nor do I think there are any women who actually enjoy the process. Well, sane women that is. There are always wackos who find that sort of thing kinky.
Then again, I’m a weirdo but in the opposite direction I suppose, since I generally don’t like anything to be shoved in my vagina. Fingers, toys, any kind of product, it all just felt weird. I don’t think it’s genital dysphoria or whatever, but I generally just let it do its thing and go about my day. But I cannot simply ignore it all the time, and need to go meet with a doctor regularly to see if anything is out of wack with my body, because sometimes things go wrong with the human body for no real reason.
As my meandering pontifications continued and I began casually counting the floor tiles in this room, the exam room door swung open, revealing my gynecologist, Doctor David Decagon. I briefly looked him up online before this, finding a couple of reviews praising his work, and seeing as how his office was just a 12 minute drive away, but I did not do much research into him, so I guess I only have myself to blame for the fact that I was now looking at a 6’8 balding man in his 60s with skin I would call fair if it didn’t look so coarse, and a very large build, weighing about 250 pounds.
“Good afternoon miss Velasquez, how are you this fine day?” The Doctor said in a booming voice that demanded attention.
“I’m doing fine, I guess,” I said while nervously shuffling on the table.
“Good, good. Now, I hate bringing this up while you’re in the exam room, but we here are always looking out for our patients’ well-being, and making their experience here as pleasant as possible, looking into the most reliable, modern, and comforting techniques, and offering the most advanced services possible. We are currently undergoing a trial run for a new procedure meant to offer more thorough examinations for all patients, one that allows a doctor to fully understand their patient’s bodies, their health, and their needs. It is a very new procedure that could, and has in many instances, saved lives and allowed us to identify conditions and ailments early. It is a process known as Deep Dive Diagnosis, involves a machine assisted examination of your body, and due to the experimental nature of the procedure, all associated fees will be waived if you agree to it.”
I was left with my mouth open, ready to speak, but still processing everything Dr. Decagon just told me. I honestly had no idea what exactly he was talking about, but seeing as how he was a doctor I assumed he was looking out for my best interest by bringing this procedure up.
“I guess I can try it, if you think it’s a good idea,” I said in a hushed tone. “But I can’t say I’ve ever heard of anything like this…”
“It has yet to enter the newscycle, or been widely adopted by the medical field. However, I have done this procedure several times in the past, and will personally attest to its effectiveness. But if you’re not comfortable with it, then we can do things the old fashioned way.”
“I… In that case, sure, I’ll give this Deep Dive thing a whirl.”
“Splendid! Now then, let’s head to another exam room. You can leave your clothes and belongings here for now.”
With that, Dr. Decagon began escorting me throughout this rather small doctor office, which looked to have grown vacant during the half hour I spent waiting, into a back room that looked to be yet another exam room, one lacking any advanced looking equipment. I don’t know what I was expecting, maybe something like an MRI machine. Regardless, upon entering the room the Doctor shouted for somebody by the name of Nina, inspiring the nurse who I met with earlier to come bustling through the door, smiling as she locked eyes with me.
“Alright miss Velasquez, before the doctor can perform the Deep Dive Diagnosis, we’re going to need to take a blood sample. The procedure can do a lot, but blood tests aren’t going to become obsolete anytime soon. Please, seat yourself in that chair in the corner and I’ll get things ready.”
Obeying orders like a good patient ought to, I found myself sitting in a hard chair while a nurse injected a needle into my left arm. I simply looked away and tried to ignore the sensation, but then everything around me became hazy. It was a hot day and I admittedly wasn’t the best at keeping myself hydrated, so I figured I was just a bit woozy from blood loss, but then everything just… stopped, as if I was given anesthesia prior to an intensive surgery.
With my consciousness lost, I really could not question what had happened, why it happened, or if I was in any danger until I felt my senses once more. I naturally awoke in a groggy state, with a feeling of numbness still permeating throughout my being as I began to move myself, and what I felt was… wrong. Starting from the top, I could feel a foreign coolness on my scalp, my face felt heavier, and possibly thicker, as if I was wearing a sheet of special effects makeup, and the interior of my mouth, the arrangement of my teeth, differed slightly as I began to lap saliva across my dry palate.
I attempted to raise my hands to better examine my head, but I was met with a resistance adorning my wrists that kept me bound to a chair that I attempted to examine through touch, only to realize that literally everything that could be wrong beneath my neck, aside from missing a limb, was indeed wrong. I was fully clothed instead of being in a hospital gown, with well fitted fabrics that encompassed a body that felt a lot… bigger than what I was used to, from my fingers to my legs. It, again, felt as if there was a lot more bodily mass covering my person than I was ever used to, almost as if I had suddenly gained an extreme amount of weight. But rather than ceaselessly examine things through touch, I chose to look down at my person, and reflexively gasped at what I witnessed.
A grey coat, dark pants, and an unmistakably male body were all an insurmountable shock to me, deviating dramatically to the body I had all my life, but before I could delve on that sudden change, I put two and two together, realizing that I was in Dr. Decagon’s body. A deluge of concerns, worries, and questions assaulted my mind as I began heaving rapidly, a misappropriated coping exercise that only made me more anxious, before my attention was diverted by a somewhat familiar voice.
“So you’re finally awake, aintcha? ‘Bout time. I was thinking you bit the dust before we even gotta lay it down for ya.”
The speaker was none other than the nurse I met earlier, Nina, who was leaning against the wall with one leg up as she took in the panicked expressions I was making using Dr. Decagon’s face. I attempted to use the doctor’s booming voice to my advantage and demand remedies for my developing confusion and precarious predicament, but I could barely even make a whimpering noise
“Yo babe! We got a dead bitch blinking. Quit fondling yourself up and give her the gist,” Nina shouted, looking at the wooden door leading into this room and giving it a firm slap.
“Alright, alright, I’m coming,” a muffled voice said from another room as they drew closer to the door, opening it to reveal their identity.
I was initially unable to process what I was looking at, seeing my body, my real body, still dressed in a hospital gown, moving on its own. At first I questioned if they simply bore an uncanny resemblance to myself, but I quickly discarded that theory and forced myself to accept the implausible sounding, yet more likely scenario that the person I was looking at was none other than Dr. Decagon, who stole my body and left me in his, likely having his assistant and partner in crime, Nina, bind me while some absurd sounding procedure took place. I briefly wondered if there was a good explanation here, if this was part of the Deep Diver Diagnosis thing. Because I sure as shit didn’t sign a waiver saying that this fuckwad could go prancing around in my body like this! Yet prance around they did, smiling as they walked towards me in an exaggeratedly feminine manner.
“Seeing as how you’ve awoken prematurely, indicating that ‘Nina’ needs to freshen up on her anesthesiology, I suppose that I’ll need to save my discovery for later, and answer your burning questions now. Firstly, yes, I switched our bodies through a little procedure my associate—”
“—Bitch I’ve known you for 260 years and that’s all I am to you?” Nina interjected, still leaning against the wall.
“… My partner and I have been practicing, as they so rudely interjected, for quite a while in order to pursue immortality and retain a comfortable existence while doing so. All for the low low cost of our old bodies dying, and the original occupant of our new bodies being killed shortly after the procedure. It’s an intentional side effect meant to allow us to continue operating without leaving a lineage of evidence in our wake.”
“—Basically, you’re going to die in 30 minutes if I didn’t fuck things up are right. An hour tops.”
“Indeed. Your existence as a conscious entity shall end, but so not worry, the life you lead shall continue as it has been. All your experiences, memories, and everything that makes Vita Velasquez herself still remains with your original body— it remains with me— and I do not intend on throwing it all away… just some of it, such as your intended business career, as I am a medical practitioner, and rather enjoy the process, perks, and proceeds that come with practicing medicine.”
“Same here. Nina No was going to be a teacher before I took reigns over her life. Not that it really matters to you. ‘Specially with the clock ticking away and shit.”
“Yes, I would say treasure what little time you have left, but you’re not really in a position to do so. Your vocal chords should already be shot, your other senses will begin fading in time, and I certainly won’t be letting you out of that chair. Oh, but do not worry, I shall make sure that the final thing you see in your existence will be something of beauty.”
Following that back and forward explanation where I was unable to question anything, and was instilled with a ceaseless sense of powerlessness and panic. I questioned what I ever did to deserve this, why I was chosen out of all of this doctor’s patients, whether or not they were completely full of shit and everything they told me was a lie, or if this was all the most preposterously fucked dream anybody’s ever had without downing a fistful of narcotics beforehand. But again such feverish introspection was cut short by the body thief in front of me, the one wearing my face, as they took a few steps away from me, grasped the back of the gown I was wearing before all this, and presented my naked body before me, looking down at it with unambiguous lust before they dropped to the floor and began to caress my stolen form.
They danced my hands across my body with a degree of comfort and familiarity that left me in a state of disbelief. A state that quickly gave way to a sense of repulsiveness as I began comprehending what I was truly witnessing. A sickness began permeating within the confines of my mind as I was Dr. Decagon manipulate my body as if it were their own, moving from my face breasts, stomach, and eventually vagina, all while utilizing my vocal chords to reach cadences I can never recall coming close to.
“Oh Vita, where did that sexual reluctance of yours come from? This certainly is far from the finest body I’ve had the pleasure of being in, but trust me when I say this is leagues better than some people. Yet here you were, already in your twenties and not even having penetrated yourself. Oh well, I suppose I’ll just need to do it myself. Nina! Fetch me some tools!”
“Already got ‘em,” Nina said as she lobbed a bag full of what looked to be doctor prescribed dildos at Dr. Decagon.
Following a reflexive thank you, Dr. Decagon dug through the bag, which was labeled ‘extra stents’ and pulled out a large purple one. I recoiled as I saw this decrepit old man defile my person in front of me, looking away and repressing my vision as they began manipulating my voice in order to express their apparent pleasure. I wanted to do nothing more than to rip away the confinements adorning the body I had been placed in and stop them from abusing me, even if it meant I would need to permanently harm or disable my body. Anything for this living nightmare to cease and for the normality I had been so accustomed to, the reality of my 21 years of existence, to be restored. I darkened my vision in order to alleviate these frustrations, but that only lasted a matter of seconds.
“Fuck nugg, we ain’t putting on a show for you just so you can get look away. This is the last thing you’re ever going to see in your short sad light, so eyes open!”
As Nina shouted at me, I felt her fingers against the face I had been given, opening up its eyelids while using her arms to lock my field of vision to that of my true body, all while Dr. Decagon continued their erotically charged dive into my privates.
“So, it appears your hymen has yet been broken,” Decagon said between moans. “Which is something of a misnomer mind you. They simply stretch rather than break, and I must say yours is stretching quite marvelously. And here I was worried that things would get quite bloody. It seems as if I truly lucked out in snagging your body, wouldn’t you say?”
My attempts at using the voice of the body I had been forced into were met with failure, yet making the motions did free me of some frustration. My rage and fury at Decagon and this situation were positively suffocating me at the moment, sending the heart of Dr. Decagon racing as I looked at this perverse sight. However, for all my animosity, I began to feel something… more. Something unfounded and strange, coming from the… privates of Dr. Decagon.
“What in the fuck is wrong with me?” I asked myself as I began feeling something that almost every teenage boy becomes enamored with, the sensation of a fleshy appendage hardening and elongating itself within one’s pants in order to create a discernible bulge that is visible from their pants at certain angles.
“Hey hey! Eyes up sunshine. Ya don’t wanna miss the climax!” Nina barked as she used her surprisingly strong arms to center my vision on the rape happening before my eyes.
Dr. Decagon was now sprawled out on the floor, rapidly thrusting an overly large stent into my vagina while caressing my breasts with another hand. Seeing them rapidly move my hands over my sweat drenched body and causing my body to reach high pitch sounds that went beyond what I considered to be my vocal range was captivating in its own right, and despite my reluctance to delve in such activities before, I found myself momentarily wishing that I could experience such things. A desire that further instilled a sense of disgust within me, only punctuated by the feeling of a hardened cock rubbing against Dr. Decagon’s boxers and trousers, desperate to be free.
Eventually, the Doctor ceased their actions, having seemingly undergone the climax they were building towards. They spent seconds laying on the exam room floor in satisfaction before adopting a cheshire grin as they looked over their former body, specifically its crotchal region. With shame building across my person, Dr. Decagon wasted no time in unzipping the fly, unbuckling the belt, and tugging down the pants to get a good look at the imposing sexual organ that I felt vivid sensations from.
“Your time is limited, but I think you deserve to experience at least one orgasm before you are sent to the next dimension,” Dr. Decagon said, adopting an intonation that made me sound like an amateur porn star.
“You go babe! Fuck yo-self something fierce!” Nina fervorously shouted while still holding my vision in place.
“No, I don’t think it would be a great fit. I can feel a shit brewing in my ass, so anal’s out. I’m still getting used to this mouth, and, again, it might be a tight fit. So my apologies, but you’ll just have to settle for a handjob, my dear.”
Without skipping a beat, the Doctor gripped their former dick and began to caress it. The stimulation of tender skin was something I had experienced before, but this felt… different, coarser, tougher, and a bit… empowering almost. As sickening as the situation undeniably was, I could not help but find myself drawn to the sight before me, of seeing my small dark hands rubbing against a long thick pale rod that thrust vehemently towards the ceiling.
The constant stream of disgust and confusion parted away as a calming sensation began coursing through my current body, resulting in me feeling docile and at ease. I don’t know whether it was the handjob or the embrace of death weakening my resolve, but I found myself enjoying the sensation of cumming in Dr. Decagon’s body. However, as the sensation flourished across the body I was thrust into, I began struggling to comprehend things around me. The murmuring of Nina and Decagon became muted, the color slowly speed out of the world before me, and a numbness began replacing all sensations I felt. This decline in my senses continued until I was met with a singular almost aggressive feeling of nothingness. The world had ceased to be, and I was left… somewhere, with nothing more than my ongoing thoughts of confusion, worry, and muffled disgust to fill my mind.
It did not take me long to realize that what I had experienced was, indeed, death. That while my life may continue, my existence had ceased. It was something I initially accepted, still affected by the high I died experiencing, but that soon gave way to anger, fury, and remorse for what I had lost. I had no voice, and I wished to do nothing more than to shout at the universe for afflicting me with such a needlessly cruel fate. I was fully anticipating my rage to get me nowhere, and for dismay to be deemed futile by the unseen and potentially non-existent masters of existence, but, for some reason, my senses eventually returned in an almost sickeningly fast manner.
I found myself back in my true body once more, inexplicably becoming Vita Velasquez in both body and mind once more. I felt a light summer breeze flow across my face and ruffle my hair, the clinging of familiar clothes as they covered my person, and saw the outside of Dr. Decagon’s office building. Everything seemed to be in place, but as I was hit with this moment of immense sensation, going from nothing to everything, I failed to notice that I was moving. My legs were on their own accord, my mouth was speaking words that were not my own, and my eyes were focused on Nina No, who was looking at me with a smile of familiarity.
I had been spared true death, and was instead living out an existence where I acted as a passenger within my own body, enjoying the sights, sounds, and sensations, but lacking any and all control as the person calling the shots was still none other than Dr. Decagon. They took to my life with a degree of familiarity and comfort that was almost uncanny, picking things up right where I left off, and to my friends, my family, and the entire world, there was never a doubt that they were Vita Velasquez. Their actions did not fully align with my wishes, their speech differed from mine in some areas, but they were presenting themselves to the outside world as me so well that I had doubts that anyone would ever suspect that anything was amiss.
The only hint of such was the relationship between themselves and Nina No, Doctor Decagon’s former partner in body theft, and supposedly lives-long companion. The two of them had a storied and romantic relationship with one another, and soon became best friends to the outside world and sexually adventurous girlfriends in private. The catalyst for their public relationship came from being roommates who began attending a local medical school once fall rolled around. It was part of a cycle that the two supposedly repeated for generations upon generations, accumulating a pool of offshore funds to afford these endeavors, and doing it to continue helping people with their working medical knowledge while also being able to experience a longer and more varied existence than humans were normally afforded.
Being unable to speak directly to Decagon, Nina, or anyone, I was only able to gather bits and pieces of their history that they shared throughout casual private conversation and in-jokes over a period of several years. The two were born into slavery in colonial America and lived their lives toiling fields for their self proclaimed masters until one evening during the harvest moon of 1752, when the pair saw something not too far away from their farmland and went to investigate it, finding a strange mechanical egg-shaped vessel that opened to reveal an imposing humanoid creature donned in a white cloak, with with coarse lilac skin, white beastial eyes, and a mane of wild grey hair. This unnamed figure, who simply referred to themselves as a Jovian, spoke to the two in an uncouth rhythmic manner that sounded appropriately alien to the pair.
Upon seeing how intimidated the two were, the Jovian (somehow) gave them what they dubbed a Space Voodoo Curse, claiming that they should use it to better the world however they see fit, before returning to space in their space egg. As it turns out, this Space Voodoo Curse was the body swap ability I previously witnessed firsthand. While they initially used these powers to steal the lives of their owners, using their newfound knowledge and power to better the lives of their former peers and family, they eventually sought to use these abilities to bring as much good into the world as possible, and they believed that the best way to do this was to become doctors of medicine, helping those with illnesses, ailments, and so forth, which they did for approximately 240 years, developing one of the most immense medical skill sets possible, and occasionally using their powers to wreak justice upon the world, such as during their tenure in 1930s Germany.
They admitted that the treatment they imposed on their “victims” and the stealing of their lives was a callous, yet supposedly necessary method, in order for the curse to function properly, and occasionally expressed small snippets of remorse for what they did to myself and the original Nina, but they still deemed it a necessary action. Both for them to continue their own quests of bettering the world, and so that they can continue their elongated existence, which they are both immensely afraid of ending, occasionally mentioning a few close calls the pair shared over the more problematic decades, or their time as military medics.
However, such insights only represented a short amount of the ensuing life I experienced as a passenger in my own body. While I lacked any control over my actions, I still took all of the stimulation that Decagon felt, saw what they saw, and heard what they heard. Everything they did, I experienced, and because of this, due to a need to have control and not exist as a bystander, I began living alongside them, walking with them, predicting what they were going to say, and as time went on, and on, and on, the divide between where Decagon began and I ended began closing to the point where I began feeling as if I was indeed in control of my body 90% of the time.
Then there is the content of that life. While retaining good and loving relationships with those I cared for deeply, Dr. Decagon took my life down an unexpected career path by becoming an Oncologist. I learned everything they learned, performed every procedure they did, and got to know a closely knit group of people dedicated to aiding those afflicted with cancer. It was a rewarding career path filled with many smiles and a fair share of heartbreak when frail faces simply vanished from my life, but one where I began to experience the same love of doing something good that Dr. Decagon and Nina professed to in private… when they were not making sweet tender love to each other. Lord were they good at fucking each other.
As the years went by, experiences were made, trials were overcome, and my career advanced along with technology, I began to almost forget the traumatic events that happened back in 2009. While not by my own hand or decision, I began feeling as if I was leading a full life, and as my body became more rigid, my hair began to grey, and my career became more and more akin to that of an adviser, I began to feel a sense of completeness, a sense that I had lived a full life, despite not having ‘lived’ for oh so long. Shortly after I began to develop this feeling, things… changed. On one innocuous day in 2052, when Decagon stopped suddenly while washing up at home after a long day’s work.
“Hey, Vita, are you still there?” They said while looking directly at the mirror.
“It’s been a while since I talked back to you, but I figured it would be better this way, just accepting you as a tag-along like this. It might not be right, but it’s the approach I’ve taken these past… 300 years now. I… I must apologize to you. What I did that day was utterly horrible, and was something I did out of fear. I’m afraid of dying. Of fading away after all this time, and for as cruel and malicious as it is, I will not stop… ever.”
“Over the years I’m sure you heard about the Space Voodoo Curse, the thing we called the Deep Dive Diagnosis. The procedure is meant to have one simply take over the life of another person, and in doing so it causes the original swapper’s body to suddenly pass away. However… if that person dies with a feeling of disdain, a thirst for vengeance, then they will live on as a lingering spirit, attached to their true original body, passively living out the remainder of their days.”
“I… we are getting on in the years, and I am currently thinking about a way to… end your life. I take no pleasure in doing this, and view it as a necessity. Out of my own cowardice, and in order to try and better this dark dark world of grey and black even a smidgen. Within the next year or two I will find my next life. A patient of mine will be called in, Vita Velasquez will undergo a sudden death, and Nina will aid me in this process, as will I aid her as she pursues the same. Vita… if you are still around, I want you to know that I have loved your life dearly, and wish that I could simply give it back to you. But I have done this too long to change my ways, and must ask that you simply forgive me for all I’ve done and all I will do.”
Though I knew they could not hear me, I replied to Decagon regardless, hoping that despite decades of silence, they will at least be able to hear these final words.
“I forgive you, Dr. Decagon.”
Upon uttering those words, I was once again met with the gradual feeling of nothingness I experienced all those years ago. Yet whereas I was once brimming with fury over the idea of losing everything. Now… I was happy to let it all go.
Yeah, how do you like that tonal twist? I was originally going to have things lead to a saddening and sexually themed conclusion, but I got to thinking about the Ashley’s Eyes path from Press-Switch, what Skiegh originally planned for it, and I decided to conclude things on a more heartfelt and somber note.
Anyways, if you have any thoughts on this story or any suggestions for future Randoms, please leave a comment down below. I strive for feedback, as it is the best way to better myself and my craft.