Context: Apparently, you were once married to the madman who keeps you prisoner in his home. The Alchemist, they call him, and he certainly does live up to that title, along with many more. 'Lunatic' might be the one that you would use, but... you're too weak to escape and he is pleading for a chance to help you remember. What can you do but obey?

Setting: A small, Medieval town

Tags:[MMM4F][Outside Commentator Speakers x2][Absurdly Yandere Fae Alchemist Speaker][Reanimated Semi-Willing Listener][Hard Angst/Grief][Unhinged][Fantasy][VERY Protective][Amnesia][Injured Listener][Comfort][Necromancy][TW: Murder/Cannibalism]

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[M1] = Michael

[M2] = Karlin

[A] = The Alchemist

[Scene opens in a small, Medieval town, outside of a closed shop]

[M2] “Hoy, Michael! Been a while! Back in your fancy royal garb, too!”

[M1] “Hoy, Karlin! Aye, got sent over to deliver a decree to the Alchemist but, ah…”

[M2, sympathetic] “Hard man to find these days, I know.”

[M1] “Damn… The Alchemist hasn’t had his shop open in months, either…”

[M2] “Wait… Did you not hear what happened? Poor man’s wife was murdered by a thief who came to rob the place in the dead of night!”

[M1, sadly] “Oh no… He always called her his ‘Dove’, right? Poor man…”

[M2] “Aye, the town’s made sure he’s kept fed and all, but… I think he lost his mind the moment he found her body. I wasn’t far behind him when it happened. I was helping him unload his carriage when I heard him scream… You don’t… hear a man scream like that unless you’ve taken everything from him…”

[M1] “Perhaps I’ll catch him come morning, then… I hate to disturb his mourning but you know King Iridis can be.”

[M2, annoyed] “A right fanny, aye.”

[M1] “The King has sent a bunch of other guards out this way but it seems like they all got sidetracked. No one in town has seen any of our men come through.”

[M2] “No… Can’t say I have. If any come through, I’ll tell ‘em you’ve already arrived to do their job for ‘em, eh?”

[M1, with a laugh] “Appreciate it. Look, I know the Alchemist is said to be a wise, stoic man and all, so he might not be showing his grief outwardly… I hope he’ll let me offer condolences…”

[M2] “Ah, I’m sure he will, lad. He’s always been a good, honorable man, don’t you worry.”

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POV Transition: The Alchemist

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[Scene re-opens in the Achemist’s home]

[SFX: Ominous dripping liquid/him adjusting the Listener]

[A] “There we are, my bride, there we are… Oh… Look at you, standing on your own, even in that heavy wedding gown I had made for you…”

[...]

[He stands and backs across the room]

[A] “Alright, let me back over to the other side of the room, alright? Then, I want you to try and walk to me, my Dove. Can you try for me, darling?”

[...]

[He lets out a manic laugh at your silence]

[A] “Brilliant! Alright… Try, sweetheart… My arms are open, just walk to me. No rush!”

[SFX: Slow, labored steps - VA’s discretion on length]

[A, breathless] “Come… Come, now… You can do it…”

[SFX: Another painful, laborious step]

[A, manic] “Yes, yes-!” “

[SFX: The Listener falling]

[A] “NO!!!”

[He bounds forward and manages to catch you]

“Ghh!... Oh, thank… thank heavens I caught you… Oh, darling…”

[...]

[A] “Shh, don’t apologize… It’s so hard, Dove, I know. Your soul was yanked from your body and I had to crystallize it to keep you from rotting, oh… I know… You are in pain. I’m whipping up a potion now to help with that, alright?”

[He holds you close, shaking]

[A] “Ha… haha… I think… watching you fall gave me a heart attack… Good thing I have a stolen spell or two to counter that little nuisance, hm?”

[...]

[A] “Oh, I know… I know it hurts, my love, but I will fix it, alright? It’s on top of my list, I swear! Even above dispose of those guard’s bodies…”

[...]

[A] “...Dove. They would have taken you away from me. Had you burned alive like you’re an abomination! You are NO kind of abomination! So you died for a few hours, WHO HASN’T?! You’re still the love of my life, my bride, the one tether to my ever-distant humanity… You are no kind of abomination to me.”

[He kisses your forehead, shaking subtly]

[A] “...I slipped once, yes. I lost you briefly, like two lovers cast into the sea, but I found your hand again, did I not? Same as when we met… We were both at that festival, lost in the crowd, looking for the idiots that had dragged us there… and then you took my hand and said, ‘Perhaps we should shout for our idiots together?’, haha! R-Remember?”

[Pause…]

[He pauses as you utter your first word in some time]

[A] “Why…? Oh. The cannibalism, I assume?”

[...]

[You manage a nod]

[A] “I am an Alchemist, my love… while alchemy can do many things, interacting with the dead is not one. That is necromancy and, well… one must prove themselves to those of the carrion. Eating your fallen enemies is, ehm…. Hazing, as they might put it.”

[...]

[A] “...You know, it’s really not that bad. Somewhat like saltless beef, I would say.”

[...]

[He lets out a manic giggle at your look]

[A] “Sorry, sorry… Same sense of macabre humor… You did fall in love with it, though, hmhm… with me…”

[P-Pause…?]

[A, gentle] “You are not rotting. I promise. The pain you feel right now is from stiffness and reanimation, not decomposition.”

[...]

[A] “What’s that? Something about an ‘interesting past’?”

[You nod]

[Your husband gives you a mischievous but tired smile]

[A] “I did tell you, when we met, I’m part Fae. I blame that for how often I used to get into trouble. Stealing pirate ships, planting royal gems on people, learning forbidden arts to spook the nuns… and then I met you.”

[...]

[A, quiet and definitely unhinged] “You’ll remember more fully soon. Alright? You love me just as much as I love you, if not more so. You are my life link and… I don’t know what I’d do without you..”

[Pause…]

[A] “I know… My poor Dove… I worked briefly as an assassin before, so I’d ended people with blades a good bit. I never left them alive, obviously. Despite it making me a hypocrite, I didn’t want them to suffer… Coming home to you as you were in that state… hearing you weakly cry my name, apologizing with your last bit of strength… I will never forget that moment.”

[Pause]

[He smiles sweetly]

[A] “I’m fine, my Dove, haha… I’m fine. Here, the potion should be done settling now. You drink up while I go feed our intrusive friends here to Griffin. That was the deal after all… He’ll be pleased to see you when you’re feeling better as well.”

[...]

[A] “Mmh, that sounds like a potion not being drunk…”

[SFX: A potion shakily being drunk]

[A] “Oh, good girl. It makes me happy to see you hold up the bottle. Right, off to do disposal. You like there and rest until I get back, OK? I… I don’t think I can see you on the floor again…”

[...Pause]

[He smiles that terrifying smile once more]

[A] “Wonderful, thank you, dearest. Rest well~”.

[You have no choice. You can only lie still to try and sense if the pain is your rotting or something much worse…]

[SFX: Fade out on the Alchemist humming and/or a general alchemy lab]

[To be continued?]