Anatomical Diagram of A Custom-Made Man
Anatomical Diagram of A Custom-Made Man (200 words) by Overlord_Mordax
Chapters: 2/?
Fandom: Biohazard | Resident Evil (Gameverse)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Karl Heisenberg
Additional Tags: Drabble Collection, Angst, Fluff, Mania, Depression
Summary:
A series of Heisenberg drabbles.
Torpor
Heisenberg is asleep at his desk, body hunched forward; head cradled in crossed arms, his hat shifted low over his eyes, and small glasses askew, fogged with his warm breath. The factory goes on without him– as factories do– filling his restless slumber with distant bell-like clangs and moans of aching metal that mingle with moans of aching beasts. A fine dust has settled over the broad shoulders of his coat, and the crown of his battered hat. He has not moved for days; torpid, heartbeat slow. Maybe someone will come and wake him eventually. He hopes that they don’t.
Inspiration
Heisenberg hasn’t slept in three days. The lycans in the factory can hear him in his workshop. The sounds of banging and drilling and burning. The cheerful, tuneless whistling and the mad laughter. The occasional bout of furious swearing, accompanied by thumps and crashes; different banging. What kind of monstrosity is he building now? Donna comes and asks him but he doesn’t answer. He stretches out his arm and declares that it will be glorious. That it will save them all. If he can just finish it. If he can just get it right. Yes, he has to keep working.
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