We're All Mad Here Sam's House

TMITM

Megalomaniacal Arbiter
Blindfold had never met the character known as Sam. He had never had reason to.
But, as the Man told him his role was, he wanted to meet as many people as possible so that he would become familiar with the others like him. The other heroes.
And so, when Blindfold had gotten a mysterious invitation to Sam's house, he had decided to go. A lot of things piqued his interest with this person, and he had decided to give it a shot. And who knew? Maybe he would come out here with an ally, or a friend.
These were Blindfold's thoughts as he walked up to Sam's house in the state of Wisconsin. He knocked on the door and waited.
 
A doctor opened the door. A thin, black-haired man with rimless spectacles. "Blindfold?" He asked. He took in Blindfold's appearance. "Yup. That's Blindfold, all right!" He broke into a smile. "She's waiting for you, just leave your shoes and stuff in the entryway."
 
Blindfold took his shoes off as instructed, and walked inside.
The doctor was strange, he immideately noticed. This felt... off. He had met many doctors, most of them nice, and all of them interested in his... contidion. He hoped that wasn't what this was. That would only go ... badly.
 
The doctor grinned. "Not much of a talker, are you?" He opened a door, which led to a long staircase. The walls were lined with bright white, like the walls of a hospital, and the lights were eye-wateringly bright. "Don't worry. No experiments here! She's a -oh let's see- brain doctor, but she is an extremely smart person with tech. Alright! We're here!" He motioned towards an empty chair.
 
Blindfold sat down in the chair, relaxed, but wary.
Blindfold felt the Man stir, like a snake uncoiling, sticking it's tounge out, smelling the air. He didn't like it.
You should get out of here, The Man said. things may get ugly.
Blindfold believed him.
In retrospect, it was probably a bad idea to accept an invitation like this, with such a mysterious air to it. He had the distinct feeling they were going to try and fix him.
Better people have tried.
His eyesockets itched.
 
The doctor ran his hands through his hair. It became longer and turned a bright blue. His face became more feminine, it was Sam in disguise. "I work alone. I used this disguise to see how you acted in front of someone unfamiliar." She handed Blindfold a small bottle. "Don't worry, it won't 'fix' you. It's just water."
 
The Man laughed audibly in Blindfold's mind.
Oh, she's one of those.
Blindfold sighed. He had no idea what the Man was talking about, but he assumed it was irrelevant. Was she a telepath? No, she couldn't be. Nothing could penetrate Blindfold's mind with the Man guarding it.
Blindfold took the water bottle and examined it.
"I'm fine, thanks," he said, handing it back.
 
Sam takes something out of her ear. It looks like a hearing aid, but a little sleeker, with an antenna on top. "Nope. Not a telepath. Just have an earpiece that amplifies brainwaves. If you want to hide your thoughts from me, imagine mist around your mind, and focus on it." She puts the earpiece back in. "I've noticed another separate consciousness in your mind. Is that the one who gave you your abilities?"
 
Yes, The Man said, obviously amused by the woman's 'earpeice'. I did.
Blindfold became even more uneasy. The Man was talking directly to Sam, something he didn't do often. He was obviously amused by her, and Blindfold got the distinct feeling that he was going to play along with her, until he got bored.
And the Man was dangerous when he got bored.
The Man chuckled, the sound apparently audible to both of them. But why didn't you know that, already?
 
"Playing along, eh? Well i need some of your Ink for an experiment, then we will get to what we will talk about today," says Sam. "And trust me, you won't get bored with me. I haven't even shown you half of my abilities." Sam gives Blindfold a small glass vial. "Whenever you're ready."
 
The Man smiled in Blindfold's head, but he could tell that he was already starting to get bored.
Blindfold "eyed" the small glass vial apprehensively. He did not appreciate this, nor being asked to participate in these experiments. The Man didn't either, and his patience was wearing thin.
"I don't think I can do that," Blindfold said, sighing. "As soon as the Ink severs contact with my body, it dies, and I don't know how helpful that is to you."
The Man kept chuckling at the situation before them.
 
"mmm, I thought that would happen, so I engineered a substance that is a chemical match to your Ink." She pulls out an identical glass vial, only it has a writhing, black substance. "Now, see what happens when I inject my own blood into it," she pulls out a large needle with her own blood. She pokes the top of the container and injects her blood into the copy-Ink. The Ink fizzes and evaporates, leaving a clear substance behind. "It makes water."
 
Blindfold shook his head.
"That's impossible."
The Man agreed. You would not have done what is required to make the Ink, and if you had, you'd be dead. Also, the Ink does not react to blood like that. I fear, Doctor, that you have made a miscalculation.
The Man smiled, a sinister feeling coming from his connected consciousness. He was done playing along.
 
Sam laughs. "I do know how to create Ink. And it's nearly impossible to kill me. It reacted to my blood that way. I had a friend of mine make it." She motions toward the half-filled syringe of blood. "My blood has compounds in it that nobody else in the world has. My DNA has nonhuman parts. I think those nonhuman areas of DNA reacted in a way with the Ink, which destroyed it."
 
The Man threw back his head, laughing.
You are awfully persistent, aren't you?
The Man sighed. To create the Ink, you would need to completely break the soul of a being. Have you done this decidedly morally ambiguous action?
The Man cocked his head, the question standing before her.
 
"You underestimate me. The soul I used was a man who was about to die anyway. If I could say anything about how you were acting, I'd say you were in denial." She smirked at Blindfold. "Persistent, but correct."
 
The Man in the Mirror nodded inside of Blindfold's mind.
Then, as a final component, you would need at least a little bit of Shard's Blood. And, as I know, this is exceptionally hard to come by.
The Man in the Mirror was still amused, but bored now.
And there was no telling what he would do once he was bored.
 
Sam held out a small vial of dark blood. "Got that too!" She said in a singsong voice. "You have no idea how long I've spent trying to get the ingredients, but the results are very good. I now know that your condition is curable, Blindfold, much to the dismay of the Man." She paused for a second to let that sink in. "Do you want to be free of the Man, Blindfold?"
 
Blindfold smiled.
But it was not a 'smile' smile. It was a smile without humor, a dark kind of humor.
The Man smiled, too.
Oh, this is funny. Let her try.
The Man's smile widened.
Let her see what happens.
 
"Whatever you do, do NOT interfere. It could result in serious injury to Blindfold," said Sam. She took another, large, full, syringe filled with her blood. She injected her blood into Blindfold's arm. She could see the Ink leaving his body.
 
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