Insanity Monday
Jul. 9th, 2012 11:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
crossover_chickOr, at least, both my Victors on tumblr seem to be having threads that deal with it. So, I think it's time to share Alice's Rutledge hallucination, with added Victor! This starts up right at the end, after the cutscene where everyone says "Oh you totally deserve to be committed" (arses). It would basically function as an extra cutscene in the game.
Rutledge
She had to get out, had to get out, had to get out – had to escape before the doctors saw her, before they dragged her back to her padded cell and locked her in forever and ever and ever – I’m not mad I’m not I don’t deserve to be here I don’t care what anyone says oh please let me out –
She rounded the corner and passed some unfortunate continuously beating his head against the wall. Blood splattered the too-white walls and floor around him. White, so white, it had never been this clean at Rutledge they must have done the washing-up just for her – but she wasn’t staying, she wasn’t – Radcliffe and Nanny and Witless and Bumby were wrong, she wasn’t going back to this horrible place – Another corner, and the door to freedom loomed up before her. A few more steps, just a few more steps –
The door opened suddenly, and the orderlies loomed large within the frame – she stumbled back, hoping she wouldn’t fall, because if she fell she couldn’t get up again because she’d be trapped and they’d take her back and no no no I’m not insane not yet Bumby’s done something horrible and I need to find out for certain need to stop him I didn’t kill my family don’t take me back I don’t –
“–belong here!”
Alice froze, staring. The orderlies hadn’t even noticed her, too intent on dragging the struggling form of Victor Van Dort in between them. Her friend was bound tightly in a straitjacket, and his bare feet were slipping on the floor as he tried to pull back. “No, p-please!” he begged, looking from one orderly to the next with red-rimmed eyes, tear tracks still clear on his face. “I’m not insane, I’m n-not! It happened, I s-swear! Please, let me go!”
The orderlies were unmoved – indeed, they looked more amused than anything by his cries. Alice felt her body grow cold. He’d be thrown in a cell and shaved of all his hair, and then they’d freeze him with saltwater and let leeches drain his blood and pour strange potions down his throat and shock him with electricity and oh God maybe he’d be the one to get the drill driven into his skull – they’d torture him in the name of medicine and Dr. Wilson wouldn’t even be there to lend anything resembling a friendly ear and instead of getting better he’d actually go mad – they’d “save” him by killing everything that made him him –
“NO!”
The word tore itself from her lips as rage coursed its fiery way through her veins. The straitjacket tore like it wasn’t even there and she didn’t care if it left her naked, all that meant was that they’d be distracted long enough for her to claw out their eyes – they wouldn’t have her, and they wouldn’t have him! She lunged at the nearest one –
And found herself attempting to throttle a lamppost.
She blinked and fell back. Suddenly she was out in the cool night air, fog all around her, the only thing visible in the world the lamppost with its faded and torn advertisements. She looked down – no straitjacket, just her usual black-and-white dress. Her hands grabbed at her head – her hair was still there, still growing out, not all shaved off to be sold to a wigmaker’s again. She leaned forward, breathing heavily in relief. A hallucination, that was all. A nightmare brought on by the Queen’s warning. She wasn’t in Rutledge. And neither was Victor. They were safe.
“Is that asking too much? I want what she wanted. . . .”
. . .Safe for now. Alice felt a flicker of the rage she’d experienced in her delusion. Bumby was still a threat, to her at least. He’d done something to her sister – harassed her at the very least – and he was all wrapped up in the fire. She just needed to find those last few memories she was certain were lurking in her subconscious. The ones that would help her find the truth. And once that was done, she’d find Victor and tell him everything, and they could work together to find out just what the “good doctor” was really up to. He’d help her, she was sure of it. A chill went down her spine as she thought of him in the straitjacket, tearfully begging for his release. Never, she promised herself. I’ll never let Rutledge have him. Don’t worry, Victor – no matter what happens, I’ll protect you.
-TTV: . . . *attempting to be deadpan and failing miserably* Well that's creepy.-
Rutledge is creepy. I have Alice here suspicious of Bumby because -- well, Lizzie says his NAME in the last Liddell memory you can snag before going down the tongue slide and into the inner sanctum of the Queen. Also his silhouette is pretty obvious in the Queensland door memory. So Alice here knows something's up -- Bumby harassed her sister, and she suspects a connection to the fire -- she just needs some final confirmation that he indeed was the one to kill her sister and family. Which she gets when she finally realizes his key is in fact Lizzie's key. Her brain needs that one last piece of physical evidence to full accept everything.
-M: Uh -- regarding this whole way-creepy scene -- they didn't really drill holes in her head, did they?-
American McGee himself says she got out of there with her brains intact. My headcanon is that a trepanning was planned for her, but Dr. Wilson and Nurse D- stopped it before anything could happen. The leeches, though -- that happened. Ugh. *shudders*
-M2: The saltwater too?-
I believe it shows up in the first game's casebook. They did some crazy things to people back then.
-M: Give me the 1980s any day. I'll live with the crazy music videos.-
Indeed. Anyway, that's your nightmare fuel for the night.
Okay, got stuff to watch on YouTube and stuff to reply to on Tumblr. I am out.
Rutledge
She had to get out, had to get out, had to get out – had to escape before the doctors saw her, before they dragged her back to her padded cell and locked her in forever and ever and ever – I’m not mad I’m not I don’t deserve to be here I don’t care what anyone says oh please let me out –
She rounded the corner and passed some unfortunate continuously beating his head against the wall. Blood splattered the too-white walls and floor around him. White, so white, it had never been this clean at Rutledge they must have done the washing-up just for her – but she wasn’t staying, she wasn’t – Radcliffe and Nanny and Witless and Bumby were wrong, she wasn’t going back to this horrible place – Another corner, and the door to freedom loomed up before her. A few more steps, just a few more steps –
The door opened suddenly, and the orderlies loomed large within the frame – she stumbled back, hoping she wouldn’t fall, because if she fell she couldn’t get up again because she’d be trapped and they’d take her back and no no no I’m not insane not yet Bumby’s done something horrible and I need to find out for certain need to stop him I didn’t kill my family don’t take me back I don’t –
“–belong here!”
Alice froze, staring. The orderlies hadn’t even noticed her, too intent on dragging the struggling form of Victor Van Dort in between them. Her friend was bound tightly in a straitjacket, and his bare feet were slipping on the floor as he tried to pull back. “No, p-please!” he begged, looking from one orderly to the next with red-rimmed eyes, tear tracks still clear on his face. “I’m not insane, I’m n-not! It happened, I s-swear! Please, let me go!”
The orderlies were unmoved – indeed, they looked more amused than anything by his cries. Alice felt her body grow cold. He’d be thrown in a cell and shaved of all his hair, and then they’d freeze him with saltwater and let leeches drain his blood and pour strange potions down his throat and shock him with electricity and oh God maybe he’d be the one to get the drill driven into his skull – they’d torture him in the name of medicine and Dr. Wilson wouldn’t even be there to lend anything resembling a friendly ear and instead of getting better he’d actually go mad – they’d “save” him by killing everything that made him him –
“NO!”
The word tore itself from her lips as rage coursed its fiery way through her veins. The straitjacket tore like it wasn’t even there and she didn’t care if it left her naked, all that meant was that they’d be distracted long enough for her to claw out their eyes – they wouldn’t have her, and they wouldn’t have him! She lunged at the nearest one –
And found herself attempting to throttle a lamppost.
She blinked and fell back. Suddenly she was out in the cool night air, fog all around her, the only thing visible in the world the lamppost with its faded and torn advertisements. She looked down – no straitjacket, just her usual black-and-white dress. Her hands grabbed at her head – her hair was still there, still growing out, not all shaved off to be sold to a wigmaker’s again. She leaned forward, breathing heavily in relief. A hallucination, that was all. A nightmare brought on by the Queen’s warning. She wasn’t in Rutledge. And neither was Victor. They were safe.
“Is that asking too much? I want what she wanted. . . .”
. . .Safe for now. Alice felt a flicker of the rage she’d experienced in her delusion. Bumby was still a threat, to her at least. He’d done something to her sister – harassed her at the very least – and he was all wrapped up in the fire. She just needed to find those last few memories she was certain were lurking in her subconscious. The ones that would help her find the truth. And once that was done, she’d find Victor and tell him everything, and they could work together to find out just what the “good doctor” was really up to. He’d help her, she was sure of it. A chill went down her spine as she thought of him in the straitjacket, tearfully begging for his release. Never, she promised herself. I’ll never let Rutledge have him. Don’t worry, Victor – no matter what happens, I’ll protect you.
-TTV: . . . *attempting to be deadpan and failing miserably* Well that's creepy.-
Rutledge is creepy. I have Alice here suspicious of Bumby because -- well, Lizzie says his NAME in the last Liddell memory you can snag before going down the tongue slide and into the inner sanctum of the Queen. Also his silhouette is pretty obvious in the Queensland door memory. So Alice here knows something's up -- Bumby harassed her sister, and she suspects a connection to the fire -- she just needs some final confirmation that he indeed was the one to kill her sister and family. Which she gets when she finally realizes his key is in fact Lizzie's key. Her brain needs that one last piece of physical evidence to full accept everything.
-M: Uh -- regarding this whole way-creepy scene -- they didn't really drill holes in her head, did they?-
American McGee himself says she got out of there with her brains intact. My headcanon is that a trepanning was planned for her, but Dr. Wilson and Nurse D- stopped it before anything could happen. The leeches, though -- that happened. Ugh. *shudders*
-M2: The saltwater too?-
I believe it shows up in the first game's casebook. They did some crazy things to people back then.
-M: Give me the 1980s any day. I'll live with the crazy music videos.-
Indeed. Anyway, that's your nightmare fuel for the night.
Okay, got stuff to watch on YouTube and stuff to reply to on Tumblr. I am out.
