Strangled While Smiling. (FanFic)

This is a W.I.P, and be warned there is blood and censored swearing.
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Ecto inhaled the nice scent of The Sanctuary, hauling in a paper bag of groceries. He said a quick hello to the desk clerk and beelined to the labs where Junix was working on whatever Junix worked on. “Back! They were out of normal milk, so I got almond milk. Hope you don’t mind!” Junix simply grunted, still working. Yuck, they better have it tomorrow! You know I hate almond milk. Junix’s mind hissed as Ecto simply put everything in the fridge, and began to devour a punnet of raspberries. The rasp of breathing and the sound of someone's talons clicking down the hall could be heard mingling with the bugs outside, and other things he had tuned out. He had enhanced hearing, a product of an experiment with Junix, back in his days of being the test subject, the lab rat. The dragon tapped on the door, and he opened it, revealing Smiles, glimmering silver and yellow from his armor. His smile cracked his face open, and Ecto still didn’t have the heart to admit that the smile was just creepy. “Hey 
Boss! Junix is grumpier than normal because I bought almond milk. She hates it, turns out!” Ecto saying that only earned a snarl from Junix, and he looked at Smiles. “We have a LeafWing ready for Correction, she’s in the prepping room.” Smiles grumbled in his accent, sounding much younger than he was. Ecto always found Smile’s British accent calming, and today was no different. He walked down the hall and met up with the LeafWing, going through the regular process of prepping. Ecto set the painting up and told the LeafWing to just smile. After that, Ecto led her to the Inoculator Room and sat her in a chair. When he took out the first needle, she began a wailing scream that hurt his sensitive ears. “NOT A NEEDLE! I DID NOT COME HERE FOR A NEEDLE I HATE THEM!!” After a bit of wailing, she fell to the floor with a rag drenched in chloroform still clinging to her talons. Ecto completed the routine injection, and brought her to the Tickler’s room, waiting for her to wake up. After about 10 minutes she woke up, still looking as angry as she was before the Inoculation. “I never caught your name!” Ecto said pleasantly. “I’m Ecto, you are?” The LeafWing was about to hiss, but then the Happy Juice kicked in and she smiled. “Pitcher. Nice to meet you!” Ecto continued with the routine Correction, and let Pitcher be while the Hypnotists did their job. Ecto walked back to the lab and lounged, eating the berries he had bought, washing it down with the almond milk that Junix despised. More screeching cropped up, and it sounded exactly like Pitcher’s screaming. He ran towards the Hypnotising room and found a SeaWing tending to the LeafWing. Ecto just waited outside the door in case something occurred to make Ecto have to intervene, whistling. Smiles then walked in beside him, and Ecto knew that this was serious. He dashed off to get a needle of happy juice and returned to the LeafWing bleeding out from the sides of her mouth. Ecto jabbed her with the happy juice, and she began a bit of laughing before nettles began springing up all around him, brushed his back talon, and grabbed Smiles. His foot instantly began to itch, but his main goal was to save his boss. Ecto sent a burst of flame at the nettles, and they lit and began to burn. The bell that signaled lunch then rang, and he sped off towards the cafeteria. As he was filling his plate, Ecto saw Pitcher and that SeaWing running past the window. Ecto jumped out and ran behind them. “Hey! Don’t worry, I’m not here to attack you! Pitcher, you need a doctor for that. Luckily, I am one!” While Ecto was running, a branch smacked his face and a couple of glittering berries fell into his mouth. He was panting from the running, and swallowed them on accident, gagging violently. The berries scratched and burned at his throat all the way down. Pitcher stopped in front of him, showcasing an open clearing. The SeaWing stopped, and Ecto clumsily ran into a tree. He grabbed a leaf and shoved it in his nose to stop his nosebleed, then saw Pitcher making a bed from grass and other plants. She laid down on it, and the SeaWing got out a bag, filled to the brim with surgery supplies. “I’m not even going to ask. Did I catch your name? I’m Ecto.” The SeaWing grunted, and muttered “Sublime.” He grabbed out one of the needles and began threading it, and saw the LeafWing whimpering violently. She dug around in her pouch, and Ecto handed her the chloroform that had fallen out of the LeafWing’s ankle pouch as she ran. “Thank you.” She drenched moss and shoved it in her nose. The LeafWing fainted, and Ecto began sewing up the cuts on her mouth. Sublime was a big help, and she was fixed up quite fast. Pitcher was still asleep, and Sublime was grabbing a guitar case, filled to the brim with junk, and an instrument. Sublime then took out a ring, and Ecto’s talons flew to his face. Ecto, you IDIOT! You don’t even know them, and you think they’re proposing to you?! “No! That’s not what I meant! I’m married already!” Sublime quickly blurted, and Ecto blushed as red as a NightWing’s scales could go. Sublime slipped the ring on, and his scales morphed into a pretty IceWing. “A friend made it for me.” Sublime said as Ecto was gawking with jealousy. 
“Can it do animals? Or just dragons.” Ecto muttered.
“Just dragons.”
“What a waste… It should have been me.”
“We all think that! I’m off! Also, call me Ural if you see me.”
Sublime/Ural flew back in the direction of The Sanctuary as Ecto’s stomach began to tingle, and he sat down on a tree stump. Pitcher woke up after Sublime left, looking p**sed off. “Mph!” The stitches went across her entire mouth, preventing her from talking. “Look, I can read minds. Just say it in your brain or something.” Yay, my voice had been reduced to that of a premature dragonet. Pitcher rumbled. “Oh calm down, they only last for a week. I’m going back to work, see ya!” Ecto then began to fly towards The Sanctuary, when his stomach heaved and hurt like crazy. He angled his wings and crashed into the grass, earning another nosebleed. He looked down at his underbelly and saw six pale gold blotches that were spreading and beginning to gain length. Ecto screamed as they began to get longer and larger, until they stopped growing and left Ecto crying on the grass. Ecto tried to stand up, and tripped over the tentacles. Rinse and repeat for about 30 minutes. Finally, Ecto figured out that he could also move the tentacles, and tried to walk with them instead of his talons. He glided across the grass like an octopus, and went back to the glittering branch that he had run into. Ecto grabbed the entire branch, then flew back to his original destination. The tentacles retracted when Ecto wasn’t using them, and you couldn’t tell that anything was wrong with him. Ecto was practically Sonic by the time he flew into the doors, and towards Smile’s office. “Boss, Boss! You gotta see this, it’s awesome!” The door opened from the inside, and Smiles was there, along with Sublime/Ural. “You new here?” Ecto questioned. “Yes, my name is Ural. I was just accepted into my job!” Ural was next to Smiles, and Smiles was sitting at his desk. “Well, great. Anyway, watch this!” He focused and tried to will out the tentacles. Then they sprang out without warning, and formed into a dress shaped object under him. Sublime and Smiles gasped in unison. “Well, very interesting indeed. And why are you showing me this?” Smiles looked stunned, which was a lot to say for a dragon who was constantly smiling. "Uh, I was thinking the Ticklers could use it. Or pretty much anyone, the paitients often try to escape!" Ecto said, trying to sound not stunned himself.
 Trivia 
* IRL, I love almond milk.
* SublimeStudios, was I supposed to ask to put Sublime in here?
* I dug so far into Scroll's history to find some of this.
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