[ his entry into moon four is always filled with surprises, the kind that dito should be wary when nothing ever goes right inside this room. for midori, he finds that he always has something up his sleeve, but this time, it's just what he has in his hands. it's a normal sized carry on bag that rolls against the floor as he whistles through the hall, enthusiastic in his in what's to come as he thinks about the future. everything has to be planned perfectly, there can be no mistakes, and even this isn't a gamble at all as long as everyone's happy.
there's a wide smile on his face as he bounces from side to side in his steps, and once he stands in front of moon four, the doctor pulls out his keys from out his scarf to unlock the door, and into the somewhat pink room he brings himself into. a deep breath as there's a few lit candles, and air purifiers to remove the stench that dito normally brings in, but he's been good recently. ]
I have a gift for you.
[ he pulls the carry-on bag to his side as he kicks the door shut behind him, and his rattail wags from left to right like an excited dog himself, until it stops, and droops back down behind like normal strands of hair. ]
not that he's been filled with a plethora of any people he likes even remotely being in this room since midori's arrival, but midori definitely takes top tier on the list of people he would love to gut for sport right now.
he's lying on his bed, fully clothed, boots on the bed and all like a heathen. he's also clutching his arms around one pillows of the exorbitant amount that inhabit their room. although they're far too frilly for his tastes now — but he's not too picky, even if he thinks it's tacky. if he were to take a knife and run it clean through, it'd be the same inside as anything else. just like a body. it's a fun thought. and he's enjoying himself, at least until he hears the key turn in the lock and knows that someone out of that group of freaks is about to ruin his day.
— or not.
he raises a brow as he turns over.
his eyes dart toward the bag. ]
Oh, yeah?
[ he sits up, blatant curiosity apparent in his expression even as he raises a brow in suspicion. ]
Why?
[ there's only a handful of things in the world dito actually gives a shit about. this bag matches the size and shape of one of them.
[ it truly is like having a dog in the house, one that rolls in far too much mud, and then walks back into their hone with split-bean foot paw tracks all over the floor. he doesn't mind it, but he needs dito to keep quiet, not talk about him too much, and continue goading others into the doctor's helpful hand. ]
You've been so kind as of late to both me and Maple-chan, so I thought... why not bring you something I recently passed by?
[ he thinks back to the gloves he snapped off his hand and thrown into the furnace, how the fire ripped and melted away the item from his view so it's no longer around. midori did that for a few more items, but, the bag is of importance, and so he'll rid of that too as soon dito looks inside.
the carry on bag is pushed with his foot forward, and his hands push down the bars that help him pull it long. now it's just a rectangular bad sitting in the floor in front of him. it appears to be full of something, but who knows what other than midori who appears all too giddy with the idea of offering it.
he walks around, sits down on top of the carry-on, and crosses his legs with laced fingers against the seat of his lap. his voice charming as he chuckles softly, breathy: ]
Spreading good word works for me, but really... I believe we can work together.
[ it immediately presses him, hearing terms like "good boy" and such. even if he knows midori means them in an entirely derogatory way, it still makes him bristle. ]
Maple...? — Oh, yeah. That crazy bitch of yours.
[ he mutters idly, remembering. it's not that he likes her and he definitely doesn't like midori, but he also is far too aware that they are both off their goddamn rocker and can probably kill him easier than he can kill them. he knows that neither of them are possibly human. which isn't an issue per se — dito's very accustomed to killing non-humans too, even if he prefers the former. but it's that specific type of person that sits in front of you and looks like a normal human being, like midori's doing right now, that makes him all the more threatening.
not that it affects dito's attitude whatsoever, because only one person could control that, and they're dead. it's people like this that dito just ends up needing to bide his time with.
like joshua.
but all of these people are easier to deal with than five. there is sincerely nobody in any goddamn universe that can top her.
he rolls his eyes, using the palms of his hands to push himself off of the bed with a swing of his own legs in advance. he picks at his ear with a pinky finger, feigning disinterest. ]
Yeah, yeah... You know only people up to something freaky wanna work with me, right? It's 'cause I'm really hard to kill, and I'm really good at killing. I'm not exactly the most kosher guy to work with.
[ not to mention midori has already slighted him. but his eyes flick back to that bag.
he really wants to know what's in it. ]
— And I'm not interested in roadkill, if that's what you brought.
[ that has a tone of but you haven't killed me and that's what makes him useful, and it's because of the collar on dito's neck and midori's self-perseverance that he's here now, sitting like a child ready to propose their project to someone else. he rocks from left then to right, playfully, grinning ear to ear which seems true to what he's trying to convey that he's excited, and also having a good time. ]
You're my roommate, and so we should get along. I know someone useful when I see it.
[ roadkill? how unfortunate. jumping to his feet, his arms open with his palms facing forward. ]
Do tell me, do I seem like the type of guy to distribute roadkill? No, no... you have it all wrong.
[ turning away, he tells dito to hold on one moment as he one hand lifts to show an index finger raised. it's exactly in that one minute as the bag zipper slowly opens, and what peeks out the hope is a vibrant strand of pink hair. he's a little disappointed, frowning because anyone would be able to know that this isn't an uncommon shade, but as the lid opens entirely, he'll see a girl who appears to be sleeping peacefully inside. eyes closed, legs bent with her arms crossed, and the female's head resting against the side of the carry-on without any inhale of exhale through mouth or nose.
completely still. ]
Voilà! Qu'est-ce que tu penses!
[ "what do you think!" is what that means, turning towards dito now to see what expression he may be wearing. if he takes interest, then he'll need a bit more of dito agreeing to the terms of working together, and once midori seems satisfied, then he'll hand over the body. the worst part? midori doesn't know this child is part of their group, and he's only offering her because of how keen dito is to having bodies.
he remembers their first conversation, after all. ]
[ why does he move like that... dito's eyes narrow as he looks overall so much less impressed than his currently presiding company. he crosses his arms and tilts his head to the side, waiting for this to actually get anywhere. he's almost bored at this point, but still on guard because he doesn't trust this guy as far as he can throw him.
— but all of that gets thrown out of the window when he blinks at seeing the lock of pink hair.
no way... is what he's thinking. the reveal of the body of a very particular classmate of his as soon as midori opens the entirety of the carry-on results in his eyes widening, one of his hands moving to cover his mouth as he can't help grinning. oh, fuck yes.
his hand drops, but he still has the plastered expression of someone who's still far too excited, the corner of his mouth twitching as he takes a few steps forward to confirm this is actually what he's looking at. ]
Is she dead? She's totally dead, right?? Fuck, she's dead! Hahahahaha.... Oh, that's just too good.
[ that was his fnf girlfriend impression on the boombox bitch. ]
Ahaha... yes. It was such an interesting find, I couldn't just toss it aside.
[ did he remove all human rights from her? he sure did considering she's dead, and there's nothing she can do about it. no words left to say that he's wrong, no please to beg for her life, there's nothing but a serene expression on her face that she's having the sweetest of dreams. perfectly fit for a child who believes in a happier world, and there's even an upturn of her lips into a gentle smile.
he's surprised dito's grin isn't crowned with visible teeth, it'd fit the feral animal characteristic that the other has. ]
So I thought... who could make use of such a specimen...? ♡
[ his words trail off as if he's pondering even though he already knows the answer. with dito's attention on the body in the carry-on, the technician chuckles softly as he kneels down, brushing pink locks from the female's forehead to touch the skin. she's still warm, really, it hasn't been all that much time passed from considering it's early morning.
[ dito's still pretty taken with the sight of the body, especially it being someone he knows and has wanted to seen torn apart on more than one occassion. he can't help stepping forward at this point, wanting to touch the body himself just to confirm that it no longer has a pulse. it's almost in perfect condition too, and it makes a shiver run down dito's spine. his mind is racing through so many thoughts that are not suitable for human consumption, but most of all he just wants it.
dito doesn't even consider it a person himself anymore, and yet he likes it so much better and considers it so much more of a prize like this. to him, anyway.
she's nothing to him, but her corpse is everything.
he drops to his knees as he closes the distance, crawling forward tentatively and extending a hand to touch it. he wants to touch it so bad. so, so bad.
but his eyes flick up to meet midori's first. idly, he wonders if this is some kind of trick. ]
[ watching dito drop to his knees before midori causes his eyes to light up briefly before they return to their true, dull jade. there's something fascinating about watching those bend to his will, but it always inflates his ego when he's found something of interest to another person. it gives him control. as dito closes in the distance, rather than quickly stepping on the youth's hand, he instead lifts a foot to press against the male's shoulder to keep him from getting too close.
his eyes drop down to the individual on the floor, scrutinizing his every motion and body gesture so that he can become even more accustomed to it. bodies like that break him down into an animal? if that's the case, then he can be tamed, especially with the collar tightly clamped around him, and yet he moves as if it isn't there. the debating, pursed lips of his move up into a smile. ]
Give yourself to me, Dito.
[ all it takes is a little workaround, and knowing he wouldn't the first time around, he believes there's a relationship that can be made from this. with the other's eyes on the prize before him, midori repositions his foot to settle under the male's chin to prop it up the moment dito's eyes look in his direction, he'd rather have his head do the same too. this gives him a way to view the collar even more around his neck. ]
If these are the toys you're interested in, then they're easy to come by. [ midori too, views all humans as toys which happens to be his little play things, and if he grows tired of them then... into the maws of the dog in his room. it can be more than that though, because midori also loves humans, and to see them strain, to see them cower... the reactions they give, what makes them tic... he wants to see it all. he believes with dito, he can do that. ]
As the school's nurse, bodies are visible to be every day... If you do good, I'll reward you.
[ to correct him, he continues with a twisted smile. ]
I'm not fucking with you at all.
cw gore imagery but like blanket that warning here ngl
[ dito's breath catches in his throat when midori's foot is on his shoulder. for a split second, he's annoyed about it — his instinct is to move his hands to grab the other's ankle and either shove or yank. but then midori's shoe is beneath his chin, and he grits his teeth as a lower eyelid twitches. he's so easily irritated by shit like this, and yet he stops himself halfway from reaching for midori's ankle nonetheless — it didn't really work out so well in his favor last time, and he really didn't have any idea that midori was...not normal. it's not often he finds anyone who can even step to him, but he's not eager to fuck with that. at least not explicitly; there's no way dito can truly deign loyalty to anyone or anything himself, because he will drop everything on impulse if the opportunity for carnage and gore and ugliness is imminent.
but that's what has his attention right now. even with midori's foot directing his head, his eyes still flash back to the body. his pupils dilate seeing it this close, his heart skipping a beat as he so desperately wants to see if it's as warm as it looks and gouge into that soft, untouched flesh. it's just begging to get ruined and cut open.
he feels the corner of his mouth twitch as he reluctantly breaks his gaze from the body and shoots his attention back toward midori. he blinks as he processes what the man's offering him, the unsatisfied and utterly insatiable part of him rotating the offer in his mind with little care for details that are ultimately more trivial to him. it's true that the bloody and deformed (even the idea of it — the promise of it only inches from him even now) completely changes how his brain works. or really, it controls it. ]
I...
[ he trails off as his brow furrows, like he's legitimately thinking this over. although really, he's just feelings his head spin the more he thinks about what he's going to do to that body as soon as he gets his hands on it. he huffs a breath, mostly from eagerness than anything.
and midori's words resonate with him. he can't help thinking about all of the sorry saps that must end up in the nurse's office... maimed, disfigured, or otherwise.
oh, just thinking about it causes his heart to beat faster. his fingers twitch slightly as the thought of having his own bodies in all sorts of various states to play with come to mind. maybe one day he could pull someone's bowels out. maybe one day he could pull someone's throat out while they aren't even dead yet, just to feel them try to scream in his own hands. maybe he'd get to climb on top of a cold, mangled one that's been dead... but he can't decide if gutting it open and getting his hands in it would make it warm up again. maybe if he—...
he's getting far too carried away by now. and worst of all, he actually wants it now, too. ]
... Okay. I'm listening.
[ gathering his bearings here (even as his mind is thinking there's a body right there, right there, right there and i want to fuck with it so bad), he finally moves a hand up to swat at midori's foot. ]
[ midori laughs in earnest as the other smacks away his foot, he allows it, guiding it to the side until the bottom rests on the floor once again. it's not difficult to understand what's on dito's mind when he's like a one-trick pony by the way he eyes the porcelain-like doll within the case, and he turns his head to look at her one last time. no marks aside from the one's she gained within the school, a total of two tallies, and a pleasant expression on her face. what he thinks that dito wants is to rip her in half, listen to the sweet crack of her bones, and make the tidy room of maple's hard work doused in the color red of the youth's blood. organs slew around the room as their wet appearance reflects the light of the fixtures above them, almost glistening like the sun has shined down making them sparkle in their eyes.
it would fit as a pleasant day for dito.
it's the playful grin that surfaces, exposing his sudden interest as dito toys with the idea, and he figures it's so that he can get to the more important body ready to be mangled. he doesn't mind if the skin bruises, of if there's chunks of flesh left behind considering he knows nothing about this girl, but the fact that dito does means there's people here who have warranted his aggression; that's fine with him. ]
I want you to do as I say.
[ he's the one who calls the shots, and implants the ideas in his head. as long as he works along with him, then he has nothing to worry about. he should remind him of that actually, there's something to be said about having connections like both maple and ranger by him as well. ]
That way, it's like having ASUNARO's blessing. You'll be under our jurisdiction, especially mine. As long as you make no trouble for us, then I'm happy to watch you sink your teeth in whatever and whoever.
[ that allows midori an advantage of healing, nurturing their minds, and bending their will, and if he tires of them... then dito has every right to come to the nurse's office for a treat. ah, this means he'll have to keep up his end of the deal and shower him in gifts if he does as told. it is nice to have a well-trained dog who can handle his own problems, and also midori's if they happen to show themselves.
he takes a few steps back now, standing behind the body. ]
It's time for your inauguration, show me what you're capable of.
cw eye contact cw moon room 4 cw im abt to *** **** ****** *** ***
[ dito's mind is only truly half concentrated on the conversation at this point. but he registers everything midori's saying to him, and although he's not particularly sure if he likes it or not — can it really be any worse than the damn intoners? zero, he'd liked the most; and even then, she was always threatening him for being a smartass or being lazy or being a freak. and he'd ended up betraying her anyway, even though he liked her.
honestly, these terms don't mean much to dito at all. it's always about what he can get, and if it's not a lifestyle that makes him want to kill himself, that's good enough. if he gets to kill other people and play with body parts, that's even better! he's really not one for thinking long-term, truth be told. impulsive to the end, simply because he sees no point in this (or any) world. it's simply not ugly enough, even if this one teeters so close to that — only to be rejected by all the dull, unexciting students it seems to attract. but some of them are fun.
this is fun. it's about to be even more fun, he thinks as midori backs away from the body. that's as good enough as permission, isn't it?
... you know what? fine.
dito might discard his spear whenever he comes into the room, but the convenience of having a dagger on him constantly seems to be coming in handy more often than not lately. he crawls forward to close whatever distance midori had been keeping him from before letting his hand hover over the hilt of his weapon for a moment. his other hand grabs the edge of the suitcase, and oh he can touch it now.
his one hand grips the hilt of the dagger at his waist tightly now, all the while his other hand moves to ghost over the young corpse's face. almost a little too gently for dito's usual behavior — he trails his fingers from its forehead, down over its closed eyelids, pausing on its lips. he hasn't even noticed his own breathing has turned quicker and more shallow, chest and shoulders heaving lightly in excitement as he suddenly grabs the youth's jawline tight, thumb and fingers digging into either side of the soft flesh of its cheeks. ]
— I always wished this bitch would shutup.
[ it's the only thing he says before pulling the knife forward to suddenly stab it into the side of the young corpse's face before him, right through the flesh of one of its cheeks.
that's certainly not enough blood or rended flesh for him though, and he almost immediately starts a motion of slashing and sawing through one end of her jawline to the other, essentially working on cutting its lower jaw right from its face.
there's more blood by now, definitely all over both his dagger and spilling from the newly disfigured mouth of the corpse, and it's on his hands, too. that elicits a short laugh from dito. although wants to pull the entire jaw out, which requires a bit more force here. he hooks his fingers into the mouth and along the bottom teeth, gripping tight there as he suddenly pulls his other hand back higher to start slashing down more openly and aggressively at the tendons, bone, flesh, and stringy parts that all make up the lower face he's pulling at with his other hand now to rip off.
it's not pulling free easy, and there's various bits of drawn out flesh and skin being stretched far past their intended limit. he digs the end of his dagger into one particularly rough corner of the jawline, leaning his weight into it and twisting it with a horrid grating sound emanating as he scrapes against bone.
but it works! and dito is soon the proud beholder of a child's lower jaw — flesh, teeth, skin, and all directly in his hand. his hand that is soaked in blood. she really was fresh, and dito is getting a kick out of this, because he's just getting started. ]
You want her tongue? Maybe her teeth? Take whatever! She's nothing now!
[ he says it so casually, but also with a clear air of thrill as he tosses the grotesque body part he's just cut out right toward midori's feet. his newly freed hand immediately delves into the half-open skull to grab at the exposed innards, fingers dipping into the esophagus that he can partially see now. his eyes are lit up with so much excitement, his grin animalistic now — like he might tear his teeth into the freshly exposed throat at any second. ]
cw: moon room 4 cw: child body parts trafficking cw: shes out the bag and he in her guts
that's why he pays attention to how dito skulks a dead animal like prey, his movements exotic and something he'd compare to a bear who has finally come out one's den. looking over the meal placed before him, midori would say it's out of a documentary channel as he takes a few more steps back until he playfully leans back, and falls into the bed behind him. his body sinking into the mattress as legs cross slowly, paying attention like one would at a business meeting. there's so many scenarios he could relate this too, and while there's a variety; there's one thing that remains the same. his eyes focused on the sight before him.
the inauguration.
the audible sound of a weapon slicing into flesh isn't unheard as midori playfully rocks in his seat, eye widening with interest from the blade being used. the crack of teeth, or is that bone, while the blade sweeps along the child's face, and first the jaw is what's taken. midori laughs, tickled by the idea of how mouths are the first thing abused in this place— everyone talks too much, and they don't understand that predators are starting to emerge. that one slip of a tongue will cost them it, or even a jaw from how dito portrays his relationship with her.
how has no one tamed him yet? dealing with dito is simple because midori has seen worse, and there's no need for him to fix something completely broken. especially when he's like this happens to work in his favor, let's say that he's already perfect as is which brings midori to lift his hands to clap gently as red splatters against the floor— oh, he'll have to see to ranger or maple on getting that, he doesn't believe that tint of red is doing the surface any favors. ]
Liver, kidney. Oh, oh... maybe even her heart! It's still growing, and someone can make use of it! ☆
[ if dito tries to claw out any hearts from another person, then they can give it to others, but oh... perhaps there's a potential black market that he can make use of? sending off good body parts in exchange for others, and children's run so well because they're just hard to obtain. he is a good doctor, and a good doctor would be able to get the organs needed to help someone survive. ]
There's so many sickly students... I'll take out the old and place in the new! Perhaps I'll leave something just for you, Dito. ♡
[ their livers, or even their brains, just all sorts of body parts that he can bring together to make something of a human. his eyes drops down to the piece thrown to him, a smile remains on his face as he pulls himself onto his bed now, crossing his legs like a child. hands drops down onto his legs, patting his legs in a drum-like fashion, a beat that may or may not sound familiar to dito as he rummages through the inside of the child's body in search of whatever has gotten him excited.
the distinct smell of flesh wafts under his nose, wiggling it a bit while leaning forward to get a better look— all the visible cartilage, and bone that protrudes through the flesh. it's messy, and a sigh that follows after. ]
Find anything interesting inside?
[ as his fingers play against innards, and soft, fluffy tissue he'll find something bendable that doesn't feel like what he's used to. it feels like plastic scratching against the tips of his fingers, covered in inner body fluids that makes it tedious to grab and pull up unless he pushes a few measly organs out the way. ]
Edited 2022-05-06 19:52 (UTC)
cw: the legend of dito cw: literally dont read any of this idk what 2 say atp
[ he at least knows his ways around organs, although he's never had the need or frankly the desire to be careful with them. it's way more fun to squish them or cut them up into smaller parts or let them rot, but as long as he's able to get them all over himself—
ah, he's getting away with himself again. something rings particularly familiar with what midori says, and dito almost rolls his eyes. they kind of are alike, aren't they? midori and the counselor. the latter had wanted a fresh liver the last time he went to town on some poor bitch's body, too.
and this is the same dagger. ]
Yeah, yeah. I'm nowhere as good as that guy, but...
[ the liver, he'd watched that guy almost surgically remove it. dito's not as clean by any means, but he at least knows how to gut a body. he'd rather stab the guts repeatedly and see how they fall out in a sloven, disgusting soup, but... if he can personally dig his hands around and pull things out in a more lush and careful way that might prove indulgent... it sounds nice, but it's rare he stops to think about it once he gets worked up like this. even now, delving his fingers into this child's still raw and warm innards as slowly as he is only serves to make his heart pound in his ears and his fingers twitch, like he wants to grab the larynx next and rip it out. maybe lacerate whatever else is left.
these thoughts spiral in his head so much that feels like his eyes might start spiraling, but then he's abruptly brought back to himself — or well, as much as he can be in this situation — when he feels his fingertips briefly brush over something foreign. he stills, blinking in curiosity but not looking at anything in particular. he doesn't even bother paying attention to midori outside of his words (and his clapping...drumming...whatever) while he's wrist deep into this fresh body because what the hell else is he supposed to care about.
except the thing that doesn't belong. the thing that causes him to, after the hesitation, jam his whole forearm down the half-open jugular, fingers trying to get a hook on whatever it is. this would probably be easier if he just cut open its chest and started pulling its ribs away and such, but he wants to take his time with this, because it's been a while since he's gotten such a warm and pliable thing to play with, and he's kind of enjoying the wet, slimy feeling enclosing around his arm as he forcibly mangles his way through the child's organs and slips (occasionally puncturing) his fingers around places he shouldn't.
but hey, it's just the heart he needs to worry about this far up, right?
his face feels warm the entire time, breath quickening in some kind of cruel excitement that only keeps building. he doesn't even realize he's grinning the entire time, but he certainly does laugh in what an ordinary person might find to be an unnervingly cheerful way when his grip closes around and tightens on whatever it is inside this corpse. ]
— Got it.
[ whatever it is. he doesn't fucking know. but he's so excited he's not delicate at all about how he rips it along with his fisted hand straight out of the manually hollowed cavity in the neck right now in a joyfully violent way.
more bright, arterial fluids practically strewn out for someone else to clean. ]
cw: you just got your hand in the bag, never fumble
[ whether dito is good at removing pieces of the human body or not, it doesn't matter, because one thing is certain that if midori wants to then he can fix it. that body that dito rips and tears into can become a beautiful doll after his work, she can take as much sugar and spice, everything nice, and all sorts of sickly sweets temptations to make her whole again with just a few flavored stitches colored red, and bubblegum cotton candy flesh to place over the ruby licorice muscles, bound together like twizzlers. he could make her something sweet, continuously edible to the exotic palate that dito has. he can fix this body up over and over and over that it suits the other's taste for as long as he desires, and all he needs is certain bones, pieces of flesh, and the time of unsuspecting individuals that slight him.
it'd be easy as one, two, three.
he could do better than carl von cosel in recreating the body so that she'd look just as perfect as she was at the start, there'd be no angels of death scolding midori for playing god, and instead he would be praised for his good work. no one would cry, or scream, or look down upon his work for it's a reflection of the living that he can keep alive despite the skin growing cold. there's nothing he can do about that, and if he was to circulate blood then it would last only so long. he'd have to make sure it's enough to keep dito's interest, and with other people involved in that said project then he can keep his pet humble.
whether he sleeps with this corpse means nothing to him, if he takes her out to show the female off, of continuously stretches her pliant flesh into a beast bloated then that is his joy. it's enjoyable to watch his efforts bring someone happiness, a twisted kind as dito fishes a treat out from the body that's inside of a sandwich bag covered in red and black liquid, stained with a black x crossed on it. inside happens to be a bag that busted, and the residue inside that was once white is colored in a bright red and yellow due to the liquid of her body, if he shakes it around the substance is heavy and wet, but there's a finger laying inside with a serrated end around the knuckle where the broken protrudes out the flesh.
there's a few pieces of star candies hidden within the grainy substance, but they'd put dito in the mind of konpeito. the bright, fun colors have now dulled for who knows how long they've sat inside the belly of the child, but there must have been something more about those little candies that she swallowed down. ]
Oh! Congratulations, you're the perfect bloodhound.
[ he laughs, tilting his head to the side with a smile as he stares at the expression stephanie wears, and seeing as midori doesn't know her then he takes this as a common look that she makes. it's indescribable with the amount of force dito put behind breaking her jaw, a gaping maw as her throat has expanded from a happy arm reaching through her throat. his hands lace together, leaning back as eyes squint at the package in hand. ]
Friendly policeman always have a dog to sniff out the secrets! You surpassed my expectations.
[ planted, and already obvious that dito would find it. he's just happy that he can sit and watch. ]
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04/01 — dito
there's a wide smile on his face as he bounces from side to side in his steps, and once he stands in front of moon four, the doctor pulls out his keys from out his scarf to unlock the door, and into the somewhat pink room he brings himself into. a deep breath as there's a few lit candles, and air purifiers to remove the stench that dito normally brings in, but he's been good recently. ]
I have a gift for you.
[ he pulls the carry-on bag to his side as he kicks the door shut behind him, and his rattail wags from left to right like an excited dog himself, until it stops, and droops back down behind like normal strands of hair. ]
no subject
it's his least favorite person ever.
not that he's been filled with a plethora of any people he likes even remotely being in this room since midori's arrival, but midori definitely takes top tier on the list of people he would love to gut for sport right now.
he's lying on his bed, fully clothed, boots on the bed and all like a heathen. he's also clutching his arms around one pillows of the exorbitant amount that inhabit their room. although they're far too frilly for his tastes now — but he's not too picky, even if he thinks it's tacky. if he were to take a knife and run it clean through, it'd be the same inside as anything else. just like a body. it's a fun thought. and he's enjoying himself, at least until he hears the key turn in the lock and knows that someone out of that group of freaks is about to ruin his day.
— or not.
he raises a brow as he turns over.
his eyes dart toward the bag. ]
Oh, yeah?
[ he sits up, blatant curiosity apparent in his expression even as he raises a brow in suspicion. ]
Why?
[ there's only a handful of things in the world dito actually gives a shit about. this bag matches the size and shape of one of them.
but why. ]
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[ it truly is like having a dog in the house, one that rolls in far too much mud, and then walks back into their hone with split-bean foot paw tracks all over the floor. he doesn't mind it, but he needs dito to keep quiet, not talk about him too much, and continue goading others into the doctor's helpful hand. ]
You've been so kind as of late to both me and Maple-chan, so I thought... why not bring you something I recently passed by?
[ he thinks back to the gloves he snapped off his hand and thrown into the furnace, how the fire ripped and melted away the item from his view so it's no longer around. midori did that for a few more items, but, the bag is of importance, and so he'll rid of that too as soon dito looks inside.
the carry on bag is pushed with his foot forward, and his hands push down the bars that help him pull it long. now it's just a rectangular bad sitting in the floor in front of him. it appears to be full of something, but who knows what other than midori who appears all too giddy with the idea of offering it.
he walks around, sits down on top of the carry-on, and crosses his legs with laced fingers against the seat of his lap. his voice charming as he chuckles softly, breathy: ]
Spreading good word works for me, but really... I believe we can work together.
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[ it immediately presses him, hearing terms like "good boy" and such. even if he knows midori means them in an entirely derogatory way, it still makes him bristle. ]
Maple...? — Oh, yeah. That crazy bitch of yours.
[ he mutters idly, remembering. it's not that he likes her and he definitely doesn't like midori, but he also is far too aware that they are both off their goddamn rocker and can probably kill him easier than he can kill them. he knows that neither of them are possibly human. which isn't an issue per se — dito's very accustomed to killing non-humans too, even if he prefers the former. but it's that specific type of person that sits in front of you and looks like a normal human being, like midori's doing right now, that makes him all the more threatening.
not that it affects dito's attitude whatsoever, because only one person could control that, and they're dead. it's people like this that dito just ends up needing to bide his time with.
like joshua.
but all of these people are easier to deal with than five. there is sincerely nobody in any goddamn universe that can top her.
he rolls his eyes, using the palms of his hands to push himself off of the bed with a swing of his own legs in advance. he picks at his ear with a pinky finger, feigning disinterest. ]
Yeah, yeah... You know only people up to something freaky wanna work with me, right? It's 'cause I'm really hard to kill, and I'm really good at killing. I'm not exactly the most kosher guy to work with.
[ not to mention midori has already slighted him. but his eyes flick back to that bag.
he really wants to know what's in it. ]
— And I'm not interested in roadkill, if that's what you brought.
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[ that has a tone of but you haven't killed me and that's what makes him useful, and it's because of the collar on dito's neck and midori's self-perseverance that he's here now, sitting like a child ready to propose their project to someone else. he rocks from left then to right, playfully, grinning ear to ear which seems true to what he's trying to convey that he's excited, and also having a good time. ]
You're my roommate, and so we should get along. I know someone useful when I see it.
[ roadkill? how unfortunate. jumping to his feet, his arms open with his palms facing forward. ]
Do tell me, do I seem like the type of guy to distribute roadkill? No, no... you have it all wrong.
[ turning away, he tells dito to hold on one moment as he one hand lifts to show an index finger raised. it's exactly in that one minute as the bag zipper slowly opens, and what peeks out the hope is a vibrant strand of pink hair. he's a little disappointed, frowning because anyone would be able to know that this isn't an uncommon shade, but as the lid opens entirely, he'll see a girl who appears to be sleeping peacefully inside. eyes closed, legs bent with her arms crossed, and the female's head resting against the side of the carry-on without any inhale of exhale through mouth or nose.
completely still. ]
Voilà! Qu'est-ce que tu penses!
[ "what do you think!" is what that means, turning towards dito now to see what expression he may be wearing. if he takes interest, then he'll need a bit more of dito agreeing to the terms of working together, and once midori seems satisfied, then he'll hand over the body. the worst part? midori doesn't know this child is part of their group, and he's only offering her because of how keen dito is to having bodies.
he remembers their first conversation, after all. ]
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— but all of that gets thrown out of the window when he blinks at seeing the lock of pink hair.
no way... is what he's thinking. the reveal of the body of a very particular classmate of his as soon as midori opens the entirety of the carry-on results in his eyes widening, one of his hands moving to cover his mouth as he can't help grinning. oh, fuck yes.
his hand drops, but he still has the plastered expression of someone who's still far too excited, the corner of his mouth twitching as he takes a few steps forward to confirm this is actually what he's looking at. ]
Is she dead? She's totally dead, right?? Fuck, she's dead! Hahahahaha.... Oh, that's just too good.
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Ahaha... yes. It was such an interesting find, I couldn't just toss it aside.
[ did he remove all human rights from her? he sure did considering she's dead, and there's nothing she can do about it. no words left to say that he's wrong, no please to beg for her life, there's nothing but a serene expression on her face that she's having the sweetest of dreams. perfectly fit for a child who believes in a happier world, and there's even an upturn of her lips into a gentle smile.
he's surprised dito's grin isn't crowned with visible teeth, it'd fit the feral animal characteristic that the other has. ]
So I thought... who could make use of such a specimen...? ♡
[ his words trail off as if he's pondering even though he already knows the answer. with dito's attention on the body in the carry-on, the technician chuckles softly as he kneels down, brushing pink locks from the female's forehead to touch the skin. she's still warm, really, it hasn't been all that much time passed from considering it's early morning.
... ]
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[ dito's still pretty taken with the sight of the body, especially it being someone he knows and has wanted to seen torn apart on more than one occassion. he can't help stepping forward at this point, wanting to touch the body himself just to confirm that it no longer has a pulse. it's almost in perfect condition too, and it makes a shiver run down dito's spine. his mind is racing through so many thoughts that are not suitable for human consumption, but most of all he just wants it.
dito doesn't even consider it a person himself anymore, and yet he likes it so much better and considers it so much more of a prize like this. to him, anyway.
she's nothing to him, but her corpse is everything.
he drops to his knees as he closes the distance, crawling forward tentatively and extending a hand to touch it. he wants to touch it so bad. so, so bad.
but his eyes flick up to meet midori's first. idly, he wonders if this is some kind of trick. ]
You're not fucking with me, are you?
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his eyes drop down to the individual on the floor, scrutinizing his every motion and body gesture so that he can become even more accustomed to it. bodies like that break him down into an animal? if that's the case, then he can be tamed, especially with the collar tightly clamped around him, and yet he moves as if it isn't there. the debating, pursed lips of his move up into a smile. ]
Give yourself to me, Dito.
[ all it takes is a little workaround, and knowing he wouldn't the first time around, he believes there's a relationship that can be made from this. with the other's eyes on the prize before him, midori repositions his foot to settle under the male's chin to prop it up the moment dito's eyes look in his direction, he'd rather have his head do the same too. this gives him a way to view the collar even more around his neck. ]
If these are the toys you're interested in, then they're easy to come by. [ midori too, views all humans as toys which happens to be his little play things, and if he grows tired of them then... into the maws of the dog in his room. it can be more than that though, because midori also loves humans, and to see them strain, to see them cower... the reactions they give, what makes them tic... he wants to see it all. he believes with dito, he can do that. ]
As the school's nurse, bodies are visible to be every day... If you do good, I'll reward you.
[ to correct him, he continues with a twisted smile. ]
I'm not fucking with you at all.
cw gore imagery but like blanket that warning here ngl
but that's what has his attention right now. even with midori's foot directing his head, his eyes still flash back to the body. his pupils dilate seeing it this close, his heart skipping a beat as he so desperately wants to see if it's as warm as it looks and gouge into that soft, untouched flesh. it's just begging to get ruined and cut open.
he feels the corner of his mouth twitch as he reluctantly breaks his gaze from the body and shoots his attention back toward midori. he blinks as he processes what the man's offering him, the unsatisfied and utterly insatiable part of him rotating the offer in his mind with little care for details that are ultimately more trivial to him. it's true that the bloody and deformed (even the idea of it — the promise of it only inches from him even now) completely changes how his brain works. or really, it controls it. ]
I...
[ he trails off as his brow furrows, like he's legitimately thinking this over. although really, he's just feelings his head spin the more he thinks about what he's going to do to that body as soon as he gets his hands on it. he huffs a breath, mostly from eagerness than anything.
and midori's words resonate with him. he can't help thinking about all of the sorry saps that must end up in the nurse's office... maimed, disfigured, or otherwise.
oh, just thinking about it causes his heart to beat faster. his fingers twitch slightly as the thought of having his own bodies in all sorts of various states to play with come to mind. maybe one day he could pull someone's bowels out. maybe one day he could pull someone's throat out while they aren't even dead yet, just to feel them try to scream in his own hands. maybe he'd get to climb on top of a cold, mangled one that's been dead... but he can't decide if gutting it open and getting his hands in it would make it warm up again. maybe if he—...
he's getting far too carried away by now. and worst of all, he actually wants it now, too. ]
... Okay. I'm listening.
[ gathering his bearings here (even as his mind is thinking there's a body right there, right there, right there and i want to fuck with it so bad), he finally moves a hand up to swat at midori's foot. ]
What exactly do you want me to do?
thinkin bout ur ryslig era
it would fit as a pleasant day for dito.
it's the playful grin that surfaces, exposing his sudden interest as dito toys with the idea, and he figures it's so that he can get to the more important body ready to be mangled. he doesn't mind if the skin bruises, of if there's chunks of flesh left behind considering he knows nothing about this girl, but the fact that dito does means there's people here who have warranted his aggression; that's fine with him. ]
I want you to do as I say.
[ he's the one who calls the shots, and implants the ideas in his head. as long as he works along with him, then he has nothing to worry about. he should remind him of that actually, there's something to be said about having connections like both maple and ranger by him as well. ]
That way, it's like having ASUNARO's blessing. You'll be under our jurisdiction, especially mine. As long as you make no trouble for us, then I'm happy to watch you sink your teeth in whatever and whoever.
[ that allows midori an advantage of healing, nurturing their minds, and bending their will, and if he tires of them... then dito has every right to come to the nurse's office for a treat. ah, this means he'll have to keep up his end of the deal and shower him in gifts if he does as told. it is nice to have a well-trained dog who can handle his own problems, and also midori's if they happen to show themselves.
he takes a few steps back now, standing behind the body. ]
It's time for your inauguration, show me what you're capable of.
cw eye contact cw moon room 4 cw im abt to *** **** ****** *** ***
honestly, these terms don't mean much to dito at all. it's always about what he can get, and if it's not a lifestyle that makes him want to kill himself, that's good enough. if he gets to kill other people and play with body parts, that's even better! he's really not one for thinking long-term, truth be told. impulsive to the end, simply because he sees no point in this (or any) world. it's simply not ugly enough, even if this one teeters so close to that — only to be rejected by all the dull, unexciting students it seems to attract. but some of them are fun.
this is fun. it's about to be even more fun, he thinks as midori backs away from the body. that's as good enough as permission, isn't it?
... you know what? fine.
dito might discard his spear whenever he comes into the room, but the convenience of having a dagger on him constantly seems to be coming in handy more often than not lately. he crawls forward to close whatever distance midori had been keeping him from before letting his hand hover over the hilt of his weapon for a moment. his other hand grabs the edge of the suitcase, and oh he can touch it now.
his one hand grips the hilt of the dagger at his waist tightly now, all the while his other hand moves to ghost over the young corpse's face. almost a little too gently for dito's usual behavior — he trails his fingers from its forehead, down over its closed eyelids, pausing on its lips. he hasn't even noticed his own breathing has turned quicker and more shallow, chest and shoulders heaving lightly in excitement as he suddenly grabs the youth's jawline tight, thumb and fingers digging into either side of the soft flesh of its cheeks. ]
— I always wished this bitch would shutup.
[ it's the only thing he says before pulling the knife forward to suddenly stab it into the side of the young corpse's face before him, right through the flesh of one of its cheeks.
that's certainly not enough blood or rended flesh for him though, and he almost immediately starts a motion of slashing and sawing through one end of her jawline to the other, essentially working on cutting its lower jaw right from its face.
there's more blood by now, definitely all over both his dagger and spilling from the newly disfigured mouth of the corpse, and it's on his hands, too. that elicits a short laugh from dito. although wants to pull the entire jaw out, which requires a bit more force here. he hooks his fingers into the mouth and along the bottom teeth, gripping tight there as he suddenly pulls his other hand back higher to start slashing down more openly and aggressively at the tendons, bone, flesh, and stringy parts that all make up the lower face he's pulling at with his other hand now to rip off.
it's not pulling free easy, and there's various bits of drawn out flesh and skin being stretched far past their intended limit. he digs the end of his dagger into one particularly rough corner of the jawline, leaning his weight into it and twisting it with a horrid grating sound emanating as he scrapes against bone.
but it works! and dito is soon the proud beholder of a child's lower jaw — flesh, teeth, skin, and all directly in his hand. his hand that is soaked in blood. she really was fresh, and dito is getting a kick out of this, because he's just getting started. ]
You want her tongue? Maybe her teeth? Take whatever! She's nothing now!
[ he says it so casually, but also with a clear air of thrill as he tosses the grotesque body part he's just cut out right toward midori's feet. his newly freed hand immediately delves into the half-open skull to grab at the exposed innards, fingers dipping into the esophagus that he can partially see now. his eyes are lit up with so much excitement, his grin animalistic now — like he might tear his teeth into the freshly exposed throat at any second. ]
cw: moon room 4 cw: child body parts trafficking cw: shes out the bag and he in her guts
that's why he pays attention to how dito skulks a dead animal like prey, his movements exotic and something he'd compare to a bear who has finally come out one's den. looking over the meal placed before him, midori would say it's out of a documentary channel as he takes a few more steps back until he playfully leans back, and falls into the bed behind him. his body sinking into the mattress as legs cross slowly, paying attention like one would at a business meeting. there's so many scenarios he could relate this too, and while there's a variety; there's one thing that remains the same. his eyes focused on the sight before him.
the inauguration.
the audible sound of a weapon slicing into flesh isn't unheard as midori playfully rocks in his seat, eye widening with interest from the blade being used. the crack of teeth, or is that bone, while the blade sweeps along the child's face, and first the jaw is what's taken. midori laughs, tickled by the idea of how mouths are the first thing abused in this place— everyone talks too much, and they don't understand that predators are starting to emerge. that one slip of a tongue will cost them it, or even a jaw from how dito portrays his relationship with her.
how has no one tamed him yet? dealing with dito is simple because midori has seen worse, and there's no need for him to fix something completely broken. especially when he's like this happens to work in his favor, let's say that he's already perfect as is which brings midori to lift his hands to clap gently as red splatters against the floor— oh, he'll have to see to ranger or maple on getting that, he doesn't believe that tint of red is doing the surface any favors. ]
Liver, kidney. Oh, oh... maybe even her heart! It's still growing, and someone can make use of it! ☆
[ if dito tries to claw out any hearts from another person, then they can give it to others, but oh... perhaps there's a potential black market that he can make use of? sending off good body parts in exchange for others, and children's run so well because they're just hard to obtain. he is a good doctor, and a good doctor would be able to get the organs needed to help someone survive. ]
There's so many sickly students... I'll take out the old and place in the new! Perhaps I'll leave something just for you, Dito. ♡
[ their livers, or even their brains, just all sorts of body parts that he can bring together to make something of a human. his eyes drops down to the piece thrown to him, a smile remains on his face as he pulls himself onto his bed now, crossing his legs like a child. hands drops down onto his legs, patting his legs in a drum-like fashion, a beat that may or may not sound familiar to dito as he rummages through the inside of the child's body in search of whatever has gotten him excited.
the distinct smell of flesh wafts under his nose, wiggling it a bit while leaning forward to get a better look— all the visible cartilage, and bone that protrudes through the flesh. it's messy, and a sigh that follows after. ]
Find anything interesting inside?
[ as his fingers play against innards, and soft, fluffy tissue he'll find something bendable that doesn't feel like what he's used to. it feels like plastic scratching against the tips of his fingers, covered in inner body fluids that makes it tedious to grab and pull up unless he pushes a few measly organs out the way. ]
cw: the legend of dito cw: literally dont read any of this idk what 2 say atp
ah, he's getting away with himself again. something rings particularly familiar with what midori says, and dito almost rolls his eyes. they kind of are alike, aren't they? midori and the counselor. the latter had wanted a fresh liver the last time he went to town on some poor bitch's body, too.
and this is the same dagger. ]
Yeah, yeah. I'm nowhere as good as that guy, but...
[ the liver, he'd watched that guy almost surgically remove it. dito's not as clean by any means, but he at least knows how to gut a body. he'd rather stab the guts repeatedly and see how they fall out in a sloven, disgusting soup, but... if he can personally dig his hands around and pull things out in a more lush and careful way that might prove indulgent... it sounds nice, but it's rare he stops to think about it once he gets worked up like this. even now, delving his fingers into this child's still raw and warm innards as slowly as he is only serves to make his heart pound in his ears and his fingers twitch, like he wants to grab the larynx next and rip it out. maybe lacerate whatever else is left.
these thoughts spiral in his head so much that feels like his eyes might start spiraling, but then he's abruptly brought back to himself — or well, as much as he can be in this situation — when he feels his fingertips briefly brush over something foreign. he stills, blinking in curiosity but not looking at anything in particular. he doesn't even bother paying attention to midori outside of his words (and his clapping...drumming...whatever) while he's wrist deep into this fresh body because what the hell else is he supposed to care about.
except the thing that doesn't belong. the thing that causes him to, after the hesitation, jam his whole forearm down the half-open jugular, fingers trying to get a hook on whatever it is. this would probably be easier if he just cut open its chest and started pulling its ribs away and such, but he wants to take his time with this, because it's been a while since he's gotten such a warm and pliable thing to play with, and he's kind of enjoying the wet, slimy feeling enclosing around his arm as he forcibly mangles his way through the child's organs and slips (occasionally puncturing) his fingers around places he shouldn't.
but hey, it's just the heart he needs to worry about this far up, right?
his face feels warm the entire time, breath quickening in some kind of cruel excitement that only keeps building. he doesn't even realize he's grinning the entire time, but he certainly does laugh in what an ordinary person might find to be an unnervingly cheerful way when his grip closes around and tightens on whatever it is inside this corpse. ]
— Got it.
[ whatever it is. he doesn't fucking know. but he's so excited he's not delicate at all about how he rips it along with his fisted hand straight out of the manually hollowed cavity in the neck right now in a joyfully violent way.
more bright, arterial fluids practically strewn out for someone else to clean. ]
cw: you just got your hand in the bag, never fumble
it'd be easy as one, two, three.
he could do better than carl von cosel in recreating the body so that she'd look just as perfect as she was at the start, there'd be no angels of death scolding midori for playing god, and instead he would be praised for his good work. no one would cry, or scream, or look down upon his work for it's a reflection of the living that he can keep alive despite the skin growing cold. there's nothing he can do about that, and if he was to circulate blood then it would last only so long. he'd have to make sure it's enough to keep dito's interest, and with other people involved in that said project then he can keep his pet humble.
whether he sleeps with this corpse means nothing to him, if he takes her out to show the female off, of continuously stretches her pliant flesh into a beast bloated then that is his joy. it's enjoyable to watch his efforts bring someone happiness, a twisted kind as dito fishes a treat out from the body that's inside of a sandwich bag covered in red and black liquid, stained with a black x crossed on it. inside happens to be a bag that busted, and the residue inside that was once white is colored in a bright red and yellow due to the liquid of her body, if he shakes it around the substance is heavy and wet, but there's a finger laying inside with a serrated end around the knuckle where the broken protrudes out the flesh.
there's a few pieces of star candies hidden within the grainy substance, but they'd put dito in the mind of konpeito. the bright, fun colors have now dulled for who knows how long they've sat inside the belly of the child, but there must have been something more about those little candies that she swallowed down. ]
Oh! Congratulations, you're the perfect bloodhound.
[ he laughs, tilting his head to the side with a smile as he stares at the expression stephanie wears, and seeing as midori doesn't know her then he takes this as a common look that she makes. it's indescribable with the amount of force dito put behind breaking her jaw, a gaping maw as her throat has expanded from a happy arm reaching through her throat. his hands lace together, leaning back as eyes squint at the package in hand. ]
Friendly policeman always have a dog to sniff out the secrets! You surpassed my expectations.
[ planted, and already obvious that dito would find it. he's just happy that he can sit and watch. ]