Just Another Experiment ✨ Scriddler

Chapter 3 ~ Gossiping

It was lunch time, I was in the cafeteria and I just got my food. I took my tray over to a table with Joker, Harvey Dent and Jervis Tetch on it.

I sat down and looked at my food.

Great.

Porridge.

My favourite.

I'm being sarcastic by the way.

Anyway, I played with it for a bit then Joker started to laugh. I was currently tuned out on their conversation.

"Nygma!"  Dent hit the table. I turned to look at them, they were all looking at me.

"What?" I asked, dropping my spoon into the bowl.

"Who's your new doctor? We've been trying to ask you for like, five minutes but you weren't listening." Joker giggled and rested his chin in his hands.

"You sound like a gang of gossiping girls." I laughed.

"Seriously, we want to know."

Penguin joined the table and sat next to me.

"What are you talking about?" He asked, fixing his monocle.

"Nygma's new doctor." Dent glared at me to tell him.

"Alright," I straightened myself up in my seat and continued, "his name is Crane." I sighed.

"Carry on..." Joker ushered.

"What do you want me to say?"

"What is he like? Is he boring, mysterious, sweeeeeet?" He sung.

"I'm. Not. Gay." I said through gritted teeth.

Joker gave an unconvinced "Hmm." And carried on with his breakfast.

I glared at him one last time and carried on eating.

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I was sitting in my cell, reading my riddle book once again. I had almost finished and had only 5 pages left.

Then, there was a knock at my door.

It was Dr. Crane.

I signalled him to come in with my hand, finished the page to my book, and closed it. By the time I had, he was already in my cell, bringing a chair over to face me. I grinned.

"Come back for more, doctor? Am I just that irresistible?" I mocked.

"Listen, Nygma-"

"Call me Edward." I interrupted.

Why did I say that?

He looked at me, confused, but he continued anyway.

"Listen, Edward. I need to experiment on you." He said with no hesitation.

I took this as a joke.

"That's (what the street kids would say) cool." I laughed.

"Ok then, don't believe me?" He took out a needle from his pocket and stabbed me in the neck with it.

Everything went blurry, then, right in front of my eyes, appeared my dead girlfriend, Kristen Kringle.

Her throat was bruised.

She said, "Why did you do this, Edward?"

"I'm sorry Miss Kringle." I started to cry, but suddenly, I blacked out.