Post by Douglas Crane on Feb 12, 2024 9:48:25 GMT -8
The scene opens inside the medical facility where the psychiatrist that Douglas Crane is being forced to visit has her practice. Douglas is already in her office, laying in the leather couch next to the big window that overlooks the outside. There isn’t much to look at today as the clouds are heavy and gray and the rain is pouring. “The Headshrinker” as Douglas likes to call her, speaks, forcing him to turn his attention away from the window.
So, do you want to talk about your little segment for the last show you were in?
Crane: Legendary 46?
No, the one before, but congratulations on your win vs. Silas Jessup.
Crane: Thanks, needed to bounce back after embarrassing ourselves against Kekoa.
I can understand that. Let’s talk about Legendary 45 though.
Crane: That was over 2 months ago, what’s there to talk about?
Plenty actually since you haven’t come back to see me in 3 months. You know you’re supposed to see me weekly.
Crane: The holidays and I don’t get along, plus, there has been a break---err, never mind. I don’t think there is a need for -
A break out? Let’s put a pin on that. But I think there is, please turn your attention to this small TV here.
The scene opens at a very traditional Thanksgiving dinner, with a family of four sitting around a table, having just finished saying grace and are ready to enjoy the delicious meal prepared by the mother of the household. The four consist of a father, a son looking to be about 10 years old, a girl looking to be about 8 and the mother. The little girl reaches for a potato roll, but her dad smack’s her hand away, not in a friendly, playful way, but in a harsh manner that makes her hold her hand in pain and her eyes to get teared up.
Father: Not yet, we need to say what we are thankful for, first.
The mother sits down, oblivious to what just happened. The boy saw it, but he sits there quietly, looking down.
Father: Since you want to be the first to eat, how about you are the first to tell us what you are thankful for?
The little girl thinks hard, and fidgets with her light blue dress and then taps her feet together.
Father: Come on now, we don’t have all day. What do you have to be thankful for?
The little girl is clearly struggling with what to say and the father gets frustrated, slapping the table causing everyone around the table to jump.
Father: You will say what you are thankful for RIGHT NOW!
The little girl goes still and then cracks her neck in the most disturbing way. Her eyes twitch a bit and then turns slowly to face her father.
Daugther: No.
Father: No?
Daughter: No!
Father: How dare you, no what?!
Daughter: There will be no thanks given!
Father: What did you s-
But before the father can finish that sentence, the daughter has reached for the carving knife and drives it in his throat! Blood explodes everywhere, splashing all three of them. The little girl pulls it out and then begins to stab him repeatedly on his chest!
Daughter: NO THANKS GIVEN! NO THANKS GIVEN!
The room begins to spin around, as if being picked up by a tornado, picking up speed with each cycle. The screams from the little girl change to something else, other words, being spoken by a much older man, one we all know too well.
RELEASE ME! RELEASE ME!
The room stops spinning and now we’re in a completely different setting, Douglas Crane sits on a metal folding each with a folding table in front of him with 3 other chairs around it, but empty. He wears his butcher’s apron, and it is splattered with blood, which appears to be very fresh. In his hand he holds, not a knife but a cleaver which he drops on the table.
We’ll stop it there as we don’t need to see or hear the rest, that’s irrelevant to our visit today. What I want to ask you is a very direct question: is that a reenactment of your real family?
No answer.
Are you the quiet boy who doesn’t react to everything going on?
No answer.
Is the little girl your sister, or… are you the little girl?
Crane raises his eyebrows but then lowers them and goes back to looking out the window.
Is that “Little Ms. Crane”?
Douglas sighs deeply.
Crane: Yes.
Thank you for answering, is that what really happened to your father? Did “Little Ms. Crane” murder your father?
Crane goes to answer, opening his mouth slightly but then closest it. He goes to answer again, but continues to hesitate, fighting with himself, until he closes his eyes and finally answers.
Crane: She murdered us all.
And now is the shrink who can’t speak. We have yet to see her in these two sessions, we only hear her voice, but we don’t need to see her to know that was not an answer she was expecting and now she is stumped, or at least, thinking carefully about her next question, but before she does, Crane speaks again.
Crane: That day she killed us all… we all died and something new was born…
Who is we? Who was born?
Crane: Not a who, but a what?
Okay, what was born?
ME YOU BITCH!
Crane jumps up from the couch with cat-like agility, right on to the table and begins to choke the shrink, though we can’t see it happening, we can only hear her gagging.
RELEASE ME! RELEASE ME!
Crane: No, you will not harm her like you did the first.
Crane, please tell me, what was born?
Crane is back laying on the sofa looking out the window, much like last time, whatever just happened, didn’t happen.
Crane: The root of all of my problems…
The one you refer to as The Monstrosity? The one only Little Ms. Crane can control?
Crane: I don’t know ol’ sport, right now, I’m doing a pretty good job of controlling it.
How do you mean?
Crane: It wants to come out and kill you, like it killed the other headshrinker.
Oh... Um... Do I need to call security?
Crane: No need my fair lady, we’ll see our way out.
But we’re not done yet.
Crane: For your safety, we are… Maybe next week, or next month, whenever things get better.
Okay fine, but just one last question.
Crane: Very well.
Am I speaking with Mr. Personality?
Crane: The one and only darling!
I heard you were missing, where were you?
The struggle within Crane begins again, but despite the struggle, he manages a smile and tips his hat, that he is not wearing, to the shrink.
Crane: Sorry darling, you said one last question, not two. Ta-ta for now.
He leaves the office once again, leaving the doctor, and us with more questions than answers.
So, do you want to talk about your little segment for the last show you were in?
Crane: Legendary 46?
No, the one before, but congratulations on your win vs. Silas Jessup.
Crane: Thanks, needed to bounce back after embarrassing ourselves against Kekoa.
I can understand that. Let’s talk about Legendary 45 though.
Crane: That was over 2 months ago, what’s there to talk about?
Plenty actually since you haven’t come back to see me in 3 months. You know you’re supposed to see me weekly.
Crane: The holidays and I don’t get along, plus, there has been a break---err, never mind. I don’t think there is a need for -
A break out? Let’s put a pin on that. But I think there is, please turn your attention to this small TV here.
The scene opens at a very traditional Thanksgiving dinner, with a family of four sitting around a table, having just finished saying grace and are ready to enjoy the delicious meal prepared by the mother of the household. The four consist of a father, a son looking to be about 10 years old, a girl looking to be about 8 and the mother. The little girl reaches for a potato roll, but her dad smack’s her hand away, not in a friendly, playful way, but in a harsh manner that makes her hold her hand in pain and her eyes to get teared up.
Father: Not yet, we need to say what we are thankful for, first.
The mother sits down, oblivious to what just happened. The boy saw it, but he sits there quietly, looking down.
Father: Since you want to be the first to eat, how about you are the first to tell us what you are thankful for?
The little girl thinks hard, and fidgets with her light blue dress and then taps her feet together.
Father: Come on now, we don’t have all day. What do you have to be thankful for?
The little girl is clearly struggling with what to say and the father gets frustrated, slapping the table causing everyone around the table to jump.
Father: You will say what you are thankful for RIGHT NOW!
The little girl goes still and then cracks her neck in the most disturbing way. Her eyes twitch a bit and then turns slowly to face her father.
Daugther: No.
Father: No?
Daughter: No!
Father: How dare you, no what?!
Daughter: There will be no thanks given!
Father: What did you s-
But before the father can finish that sentence, the daughter has reached for the carving knife and drives it in his throat! Blood explodes everywhere, splashing all three of them. The little girl pulls it out and then begins to stab him repeatedly on his chest!
Daughter: NO THANKS GIVEN! NO THANKS GIVEN!
The room begins to spin around, as if being picked up by a tornado, picking up speed with each cycle. The screams from the little girl change to something else, other words, being spoken by a much older man, one we all know too well.
RELEASE ME! RELEASE ME!
The room stops spinning and now we’re in a completely different setting, Douglas Crane sits on a metal folding each with a folding table in front of him with 3 other chairs around it, but empty. He wears his butcher’s apron, and it is splattered with blood, which appears to be very fresh. In his hand he holds, not a knife but a cleaver which he drops on the table.
We’ll stop it there as we don’t need to see or hear the rest, that’s irrelevant to our visit today. What I want to ask you is a very direct question: is that a reenactment of your real family?
No answer.
Are you the quiet boy who doesn’t react to everything going on?
No answer.
Is the little girl your sister, or… are you the little girl?
Crane raises his eyebrows but then lowers them and goes back to looking out the window.
Is that “Little Ms. Crane”?
Douglas sighs deeply.
Crane: Yes.
Thank you for answering, is that what really happened to your father? Did “Little Ms. Crane” murder your father?
Crane goes to answer, opening his mouth slightly but then closest it. He goes to answer again, but continues to hesitate, fighting with himself, until he closes his eyes and finally answers.
Crane: She murdered us all.
And now is the shrink who can’t speak. We have yet to see her in these two sessions, we only hear her voice, but we don’t need to see her to know that was not an answer she was expecting and now she is stumped, or at least, thinking carefully about her next question, but before she does, Crane speaks again.
Crane: That day she killed us all… we all died and something new was born…
Who is we? Who was born?
Crane: Not a who, but a what?
Okay, what was born?
ME YOU BITCH!
Crane jumps up from the couch with cat-like agility, right on to the table and begins to choke the shrink, though we can’t see it happening, we can only hear her gagging.
RELEASE ME! RELEASE ME!
Crane: No, you will not harm her like you did the first.
Crane, please tell me, what was born?
Crane is back laying on the sofa looking out the window, much like last time, whatever just happened, didn’t happen.
Crane: The root of all of my problems…
The one you refer to as The Monstrosity? The one only Little Ms. Crane can control?
Crane: I don’t know ol’ sport, right now, I’m doing a pretty good job of controlling it.
How do you mean?
Crane: It wants to come out and kill you, like it killed the other headshrinker.
Oh... Um... Do I need to call security?
Crane: No need my fair lady, we’ll see our way out.
But we’re not done yet.
Crane: For your safety, we are… Maybe next week, or next month, whenever things get better.
Okay fine, but just one last question.
Crane: Very well.
Am I speaking with Mr. Personality?
Crane: The one and only darling!
I heard you were missing, where were you?
The struggle within Crane begins again, but despite the struggle, he manages a smile and tips his hat, that he is not wearing, to the shrink.
Crane: Sorry darling, you said one last question, not two. Ta-ta for now.
He leaves the office once again, leaving the doctor, and us with more questions than answers.
