Chapter #4Hmm, maybe. by: Sin “Bwahahahahahahah!” A loud cackle resounded off the wall of the laboratory. “It’s mine, it’s finally all mine.”
Dr. Seymour basked in the awe of the mess of metal and wires before him. Finally, after so many hard years, so many years of failure, so many years of the science community laughing him down, he finally had it.
“Bwahahahahahaha! I am a genius, may the world bow down before the Great Dr. Seymour!”
He stopped his rant for a moment, if only to bask in the moment.
He sighed, “It just isn’t fun when there is no audience.” He muttered.
A door to the lab burst open and a tall, busty blonde female who also sported a lab coat rushed in.
“Doctor, Doctor, I-” She stopped when she saw the machine. “Um, what is this?”
“Ah, greetings Disciple #1.” Dr. Seymour. “Behold, my new invention. It’s the Equanaminizer 200001.”
Disciple #1 blinked, “So, what does it do?”
Dr. Seymour raised his arms, as if to give another over the top speech, but then suddenly deflated.
“Uh, actually, I have no idea.” He replied rather sheepishly.
“You don’t know? Then why-”
She was cut off as Dr. Seymour gave a maniacal grin, “That’s the fun! I will find what it does! All I have to do is pull that lever over there!”
Seymour pointed at a red strip of metal that stood out of the pile of machinery that was his invention.
“Or was it that blue button… I don’t remember.”
“Wait, you’re just going to test it, with what? Don’t you remember what happened last time?” Disciple #1's voice quavered between disapproval and fear as her hands covered her crotch, almost defensively.
“Ha ha ha!” Dr. Seymour laughed. Disciple #1 knew this laugh well. This was not the egotistical rant laugh, this was the Doctor planning generic and stereotypical evil type laugh.
“Why, with test subjects of course!” A hungry gleam filled his eyes indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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