Nurse Ann Reimagined

## Nurse Ann Reimagined by Doros70

(NOTE: Nurse Ann was created by Yaguyi. The following story is a fan made origin that should not be taken as canon. Nurse Ann has no official origin, as Yaguyi never posted her creepypasta before abandoning her Deviantart account. This creepypasta is specifically a remake of this fan-story.)

Anyone can agree that working in a hospital is no walk in the park. Regardless of what job one might have, be it as a surgeon or a janitor, hospitals are always intense. And that was a lesson Ann Lusen Mia learned from firsthand experience.

Fresh out of college, Ann had set out to get a job as a nurse at the best hospital in town. She was a young, pretty woman with rectangle-shaped glasses, fair skin, and ruby-red hair tied in a neat bun. After completing her training, she finally understood what it was like to venture into the world and face the tremendous changes in her life.

She was far from her immediate family, but she still had relatives living in the town where she'd moved in. And one of them happened to be at the same hospital she was going to work at. It was her half-brother, Dewitt E. Grimm, who recommended the place. He was a well-known surgeon around the area who lost his eye while working overseas.

Ann was enthusiastic that she finally got the job she always wanted and also got to work with a family member. Once Ann got accepted, she and Dewitt celebrated by grabbing dinner at the latter's home.

"I finally made it," Ann beamed. "This is the beginning of my life, and we get to work together! Can you believe it?"

Dewitt stopped sipping his wine and looked at his half-sister with his one good eye.

"Oops. I forgot to mention something," Dewitt smiled nervously. "You will actually be assigned to work with another surgeon for now."

"Another surgeon?"

"Yes, his name is Doctor Damien Reed Smith. He's the best surgeon in the whole state. And if given the chance to show it off, probably the whole world."

"Is he really the best?"

"Yeah. Every single one of Damien's operations has been successful so far, and I heard that during his college days, he wrote a paper on the possible methods for brain transplants. Not to mention the fact he's around our age."

Ann's face perked up with interest for a moment, but then she remembered the shows she watched about talented yet insufferable surgeons who were arrogant, misogynistic douchebags. The thought of being stuck with one of them for God knows how long was already bothering her.

"He's not one of those surgeons who think they're Jesus Christ. Is he?"

"No, he's nothing like that. He's actually quite charming, well-educated and optimistic. I don't think I ever saw him frown or drop that smile. Some colleagues jokingly call him 'Dr. Smiley'. Pretty childish, if you ask me."

Ann chuckled when she heard that. It would be hard to take him seriously with that kind of nickname, especially with a job requiring professional behavior. Still, she decided to be the judge of that.

"Okay, I'll work with him."

"Great. Normally, you'd get Damien's number tomorrow, but I'll save you the trouble and give it to you now. It'll help you at work."

Dewitt wrote down the doctor's phone number on a sheet of paper and gave it to Ann. And as the dinner ended and the new nurse held the paper with the number, she couldn't help but feel nervous.

**\*\*\***

It was Ann's first day on the job. She was assigned to check on her first patient the second she clocked in. Luckily, she had the chart with said patient's information. The results were very concerning, and after doing some tests, Ann thought the best course of action was to call a doctor. That's when she remembered the number Dewitt gave to her.

Ann was nervous to call. She was introverted but knew she had to leave her comfort zone to do her job.

So, with a deep breath, she formed the number and put the phone up to her ear. After a few rings, a cheery male voice answered.

"Hello, this is Dr. Smile-- Err, I mean, Dr. Smith's office."

Ann breathed again and looked at her chart while having a pen ready in case she had to take notes.

"Hello, doctor, this is Ann Mia on PCU. I'm calling you about a Mrs. Mitchell with the perforated bowel in room 1013."

"Is everything alright?"

"I'm calling you because the patient has a fever of 101.7, and her white count today is 52."

"Oh? I'm not familiar with this patient. How long has she been having fevers?"

"Ever since she woke up."

"What was her white count yesterday and the day before?"

"I'm not sure. It doesn't say anywhere on the chart, but I assume it was normal before now."

"What day post-op is she?"

"This is her fourth day."

"Okay, stay right where you are. I'm on my way."

"Thank you."

She hung up and did as instructed. Less than five minutes later, the door opened, and she finally met the doctor for the first time. She was taken aback by what she saw. It was a tall, attractive man who looked to be in his mid or late twenties. He had short jet-black hair, and, like Dewitt said, the doctor had a bright smile that persisted throughout the ordeal.

Looking at the doctor made Ann feel slightly hot inside, but she quickly reminded herself she had to keep it professional and not get distracted. She could only blame her taste in men.

Before Ann could say anything, the doctor broke the silence in a friendly, happy tone.

"Ah, you're the one who called me."

"Uh... yes, doctor."

"Wait for me outside. I'll take it from here."

Ann nodded and stepped out before sitting in one of the chairs. She waited for the doctor to finish and receive further instructions. After about two minutes, the doctor stepped out of Mrs. Mitchell's room, still smiling.

"All done."

"What happened?" Ann asked as she got up from the chair.

"Someone forgot to give the lady antibiotics last night. Good thing you found her in time. She could've gotten an infection."

Ann smiled, knowing that she was doing well so far.

"Thanks."

"Say, I don't remember seeing you before, Ann," the doctor said, stepping forward and looking at Ann with an interested smile. Ann's eyes tensed up upon hearing that.

"How do you know my name?"

"You introduced yourself when you called me. Remember?"

Ann's cheeks flushed with embarrassment when she heard that. Of course, she said her own name. It was standard procedure when a nurse was talking to a doctor.

"Yeah. Right," Ann said, resisting the urge to slap herself. "This is my first day here."

"Well, I hope you'll have a great time here. We are understaffed nowadays, so it's a pleasure to meet a new doctor or a nurse," he smiled warmly, making Ann smile a bit, too. She realized that Dewitt maybe was right about him. "And to let you know, we have a scheduled operation after lunch break, and I need an assistant. Could you meet me at the operating theater down the hall?"

"Sure," Ann replied, almost not thinking it through.

With that, Damien left Ann to continue her job. After the lunch break, the nurse dressed in sterile clothes and entered the operating room. It didn't take long for Damien to enter with the patient.

The patient had severe heart problems, which required a transplant. The other doctors insisted that there was no way the patient could survive. The procedure was highly delicate.

Fortunately, Dr. Smith took the risk and used several techniques he invented, which would not have been possible without Ann's help. The operation was a success.

After the operation, Damien noted Ann's attentiveness and said that it was something he admired. Ann could not stop her face from turning completely red.

**\*\*\***

The days became weeks, and the weeks became months. Each day, Ann and Damien spent their lunch breaks discussing complex cases and sharing stories of triumphs and setbacks. Every interaction left Ann yearning for more, as if the universe was pushing her to him.

Damien noticed it, too.

But, of course, some obstacles kept them apart. The hectic nature of their professions left little time for personal lives, often putting immense pressure on their budding relationship. She was bound by the ethical code of her field, which admonished fraternization between colleagues. Fear of gossip and the risks of jeopardizing her career weighed heavily on her heart.

Yet, the stolen glances and subtle gestures spoke volumes, sparking hope in her soul. Ann could never resist that charming smile and optimistic attitude.

Despite the risks, Ann decided to take a risk. She confided in her half-brother, seeking advice, solace, and his support.

"No way! You like Dr. Smiley?" Dewitt laughed while Ann visited him during their day off. If Ann was embarrassed before, then it couldn't compare to how she felt when she let the secret slip out.

"Can you blame me? He's just so..." Ann tried to find the perfect word to describe him, but her mind was already a mess. "Okay, I had to tell someone, or I'd lose my mind."

"Okay. I get it. But you know that having a relationship with a doctor can be detrimental to--"

"Yes, I know the risks. But I can't help it. I'm a human being, too! I feel an attraction toward someone, and I wanna feel fulfilled."

Dewitt chuckled a bit.

"Alright. If you want, you can try your luck by asking Damien out."

"W-Wait! Already?! I've only worked for less than a year at this point! What if I rub him off the wrong way? It's hard to tell with that smile."

"Come on! You told me you like him. You keep saying how much the two of you enjoy talking during lunch. Asking him out shouldn't be too difficult."

"You... You really think so?"

"Totally! And don't worry about any gossip flying around. My lips are sealed."

"Thanks, Dewitt!"

**\*\*\***

A week after Ann had confided in Dewitt about her feelings for Damien, she slowly built up the courage based on her brother's advice. Ann and Dr. Smith had finished a routine surgery, which went off without a hitch. Together, they exited the operating theater, and Ann was exhausted.

"Phew. That was close. We almost lost the patient," Ann sighed in relief as she removed her mask.

"But we didn't. And the procedure went fantastic," Damien smiled.

"Yeah. Good thing it's time for our lunch break." As the two headed for the cafeteria, Ann decided to make her move. "Doctor, there's something I need to tell you."

"Well, I'm all ears. And I said you can call me Damien or Smiley if you wish."

"Right, right. Well, we've known each other for a while now. And I really, really enjoy spending time with you during breaks. So, I've decided to--"

"To ask me out?"

Ann froze when Damien said that. She was not prepared for him to read her mind like that. Whatever confidence she had worked so hard to build up suddenly shook.

"W-Wait, how'd you know I was gonna..."

"Plenty of women asked me out before we met. I've seen the signs so often that I know what they want before they say anything. Plus, you're always blushing like crazy when we talk during breaks, so that was a dead giveaway."

Ann had finally succumbed to embarrassment and buried her face in her hands.

"Ugh, why is this happening?!" Ann said with her voice muffled. She refused to lift her face up or look at Damien until she felt a hand on her shoulder. She looked up and saw Damien give her the usual smile.

"I'm flattered. I enjoy being around you, too. You're pretty, compassionate and talented, and those are three of the many things I like about you. Yes, I know it's inappropriate for nurses and doctors to date each other. But...what the heck, I can break a rule or two."

"So...you wanna go out sometime?" Ann smiled hopefully.

"How about we meet up at my place? I'll prepare the best dinner of your life."

At that point, Ann's smile turned into a giddy grin when her risk paid off. She giggled and looked up at Damien again.

"Splendid! When would you like to meet?"

"I was thinking of taking a vacation real soon. How about when you have your next day off?"

The doctor gave Ann his address and carried on with their work. Soon enough, Ann took note of Damien's absence at the hospital and remembered that he had taken a vacation. As the big day approached, she called Dewitt to tell him of her success and was glad upon learning he was happy for her.

**\*\*\***

When the day finally came, Ann picked the best dress in her closet and did what she could to look nice, but still kept the glasses. Once she prepared herself, she took a cab to Damien's address because she never bought a car.

Once she arrived at Damien's home, she was instantly blown away. She was greeted with the sight of the most beautiful mansion she'd ever seen. It looked modern and no doubt expensive.

Being the best surgeon in the state did have its perks.

After marveling at the pristine and well-maintained front yard, Ann made it to the door and rang the doorbell.

After waiting for a few seconds, the door opened, and she was greeted by a younger woman with long braided brown hair dressed in a modest blue maid outfit with a white apron and headdress.

"Welcome! You must be Miss Lusen," the maid greeted, barely noticing Ann's apprehensive expression. Her voice sounded young and soft-spoken, and she spoke in an upper-class English accent.

"Um... Hello. Yes, I am. Miss, uh..."

"Marion Hawkins, I am Dr. Smith's maid. But you can call me Mary."

"It's nice to meet you."

"Please, come on in."

Mary stepped aside to let Ann come in. The nurse looked around the mansion and was amazed by how spacious the foyer was. It was the first time in her life that she set foot in such a luxurious place.

"This place is magnificent!" Ann exclaimed before turning to Mary. "And you maintain it all by yourself?"

"Haha, no," Mary giggled. "I'm only nineteen, ma'am. Dr. Smith helps me out whenever he can. I'm in charge of the place whenever he's gone."

"That's really nice of him," Ann smiled, surprised that for such a wealthy and busy man, he still managed to find the time to help his housekeeper.

"Indeed," Mary nodded. "The doctor is a good man. He's the only one who wanted to hire me after I moved from the UK."

"No kiddin'," Ann continued, unsure how to react to that information. Then, her attention was grabbed when she looked up the stairs. "Speaking of..."

She and Mary saw Damien go down the stairs dressed in a black turtleneck and a gray suit, with his hair neater than before.

"Hey, there she is! Ain't you pretty?" Damien smiled when he got to the bottom, making Ann giggle. "Mary, could you please take us to the dining room?"

"Yes, doctor," Mary nodded, walking ahead of the two. Ann wrapped her hands around Damien's arm as they followed the maid.

Upon entering the kitchen, Ann's jaw dropped to the floor. The dining room was large, and the table was filled with mouthwatering food. It had medium-rare steak, fondue, pasta alla norma, potato stew, and much more.

"Whoa...! Did I die and go to Heaven?" Ann asked, earning a chuckle from both the doctor and the maid.

Ann and Damien sat at the table close to each other as Mary went off to do her other duties. No sooner had she left than the two began talking.

The conversation lapsed for a while as Ann and Damien enjoyed their dinner. Things went well as they laughed, joked, ate and drank. But then a memory crossed Ann's mind about something Damien had told her a few days ago.

"Hey, I just remembered something. You said you went on dates with many women before we met, right?"

"I did. But none of the relationships lasted long. They were all beautiful...in their own way. But there was always something...missing."

Ann didn't like the way he phrased it, especially with that smile he always had. But she pushed the feeling aside, thinking he was referring to the past girlfriends having flaws that ultimately ended the relationship. As for the smile, in Ann's mind, he only used it to not make his past relationships seem like a big deal.

Ann brushed those thoughts aside and continued eating. However, after a while, her stomach rumbled.

"Oh, sorry. Can I go to the bathroom?"

"I dunno. Can you?" Damien smirked, making Ann frown at him.

"Damien!"

"Haha, just kidding. Go back to the foyer, pass the stairs, and head down the hall on the right."

"Thanks, Damien."

Ann got up from the chair and exited the kitchen. With Damien's directions, she found the restroom and did whatever business she had there. After exiting the bathroom, she sighed in relief as she felt light.

She was about to head back to the kitchen when she suddenly got a whiff of something putrid. Ann stopped, thinking that her mind was playing tricks on her. She sniffed and her nostrils once again detected that stench.

Against her better judgment, Ann followed the smell for a few feet until she stumbled upon a half-opened door. She gently pulled it open and saw a stairwell that led to a basement. Unlike the brightly painted walls of the mansion's interior, the basement had walls made of old bricks.

When she opened that door, the smell had gotten stronger. Part of her didn't want to go down those stairs, but something was drawing her to go there.

She cautiously descended the stairs, and the smell intensified with each step. At some point, it got so bad that Ann had to cover her nose to get through it without passing out.

Once she got to the bottom, she turned to the left and noticed that she was in a large room with a floor made of marble tiles. The room had no windows, and the only light it had was provided by a few fluorescent lamps. Half of the room was empty, and the other half was obscured by a black curtain.

Ann got shivers down her spine upon seeing the room, and it didn't take long for her to realize that the source of the smell was coming from behind the curtains. And that was not all. Ann could also hear someone breathing loudly.

Out of instinct, Ann approached the curtains and got ready to move them. But before she could touch them, someone stepped into view, taking the woman by surprise.

To Ann's shock, it was Mary, but the woman could only recognize her because of her maid outfit. She noticed three things about her. She was holding an ax, her apron was stained with blood, and she wore a gas mask with red lenses that only covered her face but not the entire head.

Ann stepped back as she saw the maid.

"Ah. So, you decided to snoop around and see what the doctor was working on outside of his job, huh?" she asked, her previous sweetness absent from her voice. "I'm proud to say I helped him with his masterpiece."

Ann was in shock, and her mind told her to run away. But her body was frozen in place.

"W-What are you talking about?"

"You'll see..."

Ann's heartbeat was all she could hear at that moment. But after a while, a new sound seemed to drown out the rhythmic drums of her heart: Approaching footsteps.

Then, a voice filled her head.

"Now, hold still. You won't feel a thing."

Ann's expression grew even more concerned. She turned her head only to see Damien dressed in his white coat and wearing a surgical mask with a drawn Cheshire grin. He also now had gloves on his hands, and one of them reached for her.

"Damien?" she asked, squirming as she felt him lightly grip her by the wrist. "What are you doing?"

"You won't feel a thing," the man repeated.

"Damien, w-"

"And done!"

Overwhelmed by unease, Ann's eyes drifted over toward her arm, and she gasped at the sight of a hypodermic needle piercing her skin. What was even more shocking was the fact that the doctor had actually kept his promise; she didn't feel a thing. In fact, she felt a numbness at the point of contact between the needle and her skin, which was starting to radiate through the rest of her arm. She didn't feel anything when Damien yanked the needle out.

"W-what did you do?!" cried Ann, trying to move her arm away but finding it increasingly difficult.

Damien tightened the grip on her wrist and looked her in the eye. Instead of the usual charming smile, Ann saw a grin she'd never seen on another human being's face.

"The women I dated before were all flawed. But you? You're intelligent and gentle...but not gorgeous enough," said Damien, with malice creeping into his tone. "I took what I wanted from the other women. And now you're the final piece I need to complete my masterpiece."

Ann tried prying at Damien's fingers with her other hand.

"Let me go! Let me go... Let me go... Let...me..."

Ann started to lose the feeling in her tongue mid-sentence. The numbness that had overtaken her entire arm had now taken over her face.

"You have nothing to fear," said Damien. "After I finish, you're going to be perfect. You're going to be more than beautiful."

Ann fell to the floor as the numbness had spread to her lower body. She watched helplessly as the doctor and the maid walked to the other side of the room and pulled the black curtain. There were two surgical tables. One was empty, and the other had something big and covered in a white sheet. Ann bet that it was a body.

There were several things Ann wanted to do at that moment - scream for help, run away, anything at all. But all of them were impossible now. She had lost all sensation in her body, making her conscious brain little more than a prisoner locked in a limp shell.

The doctor picked Ann up, carried her over and dropped her onto the empty table. As Ann began to lose consciousness, she could only guess what would happen. Judging by the doctor's expression and the body beside her, she knew she wouldn't like the result.

Soon, her head filled with cotton, and she closed her eyes.

**\*\*\***

Ann had slowly regained consciousness. It felt like no time at all had passed. It was like she had a good night's rest, even if she had a strange feeling upon waking up. She felt different, somehow.

When Ann forced her eyes open, she only saw the fluorescent light above her, but she was relieved that she had regained some level of sensation in her body.

Slowly, she remembered what happened.

However, Ann was strangely calm. She got up and almost stumbled, noticing that she was taller now. After that, she looked down and saw that she was wearing a cloth similar to a short-sleeved bathrobe. Ann looked at her legs and then at her arms. She saw many parts stitched to one another with gray skin that didn't belong to her.

She remembered the times the doctor had mentioned the women he had dated in the past. It didn't take long for Ann to realize her new body was composed of pieces from dead people.

She looked around and saw a wall mirror that would've shown her entire body. She instinctively approached the mirror and finally saw herself.

What Ann saw was enough to make her new stomach churn.

Her body looked nothing like before. That face didn't belong to her. Her red hair was darker, wavy, and reached her shoulders. Her new face was oval and much more beautiful than the previous one, and her glasses were gone. She then looked at the rest of her body. Aside from the different skins sewn together, it was a body countless women dreamed of having. It was now hourglass-shaped and fitter, with a thinner waist, firm breasts and bigger hips.

"Ah, let me see my new, beautiful sweetheart!" a voice called from behind.

Ann turned to see the doctor and the maid, dressed just like she saw them last time. The doctor was beaming with pride at what Ann had become.

"I think you're much better this way, don't you agree?"

Ann wanted nothing more than to yell at her traitorous boyfriend for turning her into such a monstrosity. But as she prepared her voice, the following words came out in a deeper, sultry voice she didn't previously have...

"Mmm, I sure do, baby... Thank you."

Ann had no idea where these words came from. She wanted to slap herself for talking like that. But when she tried, she found that her arms refused to move on her accord.

That's when it happened.

The smiling doctor removed his mask, pulled Ann closer by the waist and gently cupped her face with one hand before pressing his lips against hers. Internally, Ann was crying for this to stop. But her body refused to respond to her thoughts. Things worsened when she closed her eyes, placed her new hands on his shoulders, and started to kiss him back.

As soon as their lips separated, they caught sight of the maid in the gas mask throwing the ax away.

"Good thing that it's finally over," Mary sighed with relief. "As soon as we dispose of the smell, I can stop wearing this mask. I don't know how you can stand it."

"Not so fast, dear Mary," the doctor giggled as he put his mask back on. "We need to get our new nurse ready. Because we still have a lot more work to do. And your assistance is also needed."

Mary let out a frustrated groan but chose to not complain.

"All right. I'll get the finishing touches."

Mary then took the new Ann by the hand and guided her out of the basement.

Ann mindlessly followed. As much as she wanted to run out into the street and yell a frantic warning to all the neighbors there, she simply couldn't.

She was his forever now.

**\*\*\***

Some time had passed. A car was parked in the mansion's driveway, and a one-eyed man exited the vehicle. It was Dewitt, and he seemed anxious.

He approached the front door and gave an urgent knock. When he got no answer, he tried the doorbell. In just a few seconds, the door opened, and Dewitt was greeted by Mary, who gave the visitor a welcoming smile.

"Ah. Dr. Grimm, welcome. To what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Hello, Mary. Is Dr. Smiley around?"

"Why do you want to talk to him?"

"I'm looking for Ann. She hadn't shown up at work in three days. The last time I talked to her, she said she'd see Dr. Smiley. I tried to call her, but I kept getting the voicemail. Have you seen her?"

"Why, yes. Ann came here a few days ago, had her date, and... I thought she went back home."

"She's not home either."

"Did you call the police?"

"No, I thought Dr. Smiley would have some answers. I haven't told anyone yet."

"Well, I'll get the doctor to see what we can figure out. Please, come in."

Mary let Dewitt step inside and led him to the dining room. The table was now completely empty.

"Please, take a seat over there," she said, pointing to the one chair with its back turned to the dining room's entrance. Without thinking about it, Dewitt did as he was told and sat down. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Um, just water, please."

Mary entered the kitchen and exited with a glass of water before setting it on the table.

"Stay right there. I'll go get the doctor."

Mary exited the dining room, leaving Dewitt alone. But to the man, those seconds were excruciatingly long. His anxiety was rising, causing him to rub his fingers. The longer he waited, the less likely he would find his sister.

As he let his imagination run wild, he almost felt dizzy due to the stress.

However, a strange sound brought him back to reality. It was the sound of loud breathing from behind. He slowly turned around only to see the maid stand in the doorway, wearing the gas mask and holding something in her hand.

"Wha..."

That was all Dewitt managed to say before the maid slowly raised her hand to reveal she was holding a spray can. Before the doctor could react, the maid pressed the can's trigger and sprayed a strange gas in Dewitt's face.

Dewitt entered a violent coughing fit when he breathed the gas. He got up and tried to flee. Unfortunately, he fell to the floor and began coughing even more.

The last thing he saw was the masked maid standing over him as his vision blurred before he lost consciousness.

**\*\*\***

Slowly but surely, Dewitt began to open his eyes. The fluorescent lightbulbs almost blinded him, making him turn his head to the side.

That's when he saw someone sitting in a chair. Once his vision returned to normal, Dewitt saw who sat across from him, playing with a Rubik's cube and wearing a white coat and customized mask.

"Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey!" the smiling doctor said in a cheery voice.

"Smith?! What the hell?!" Dewitt asked, fear, confusion and fury all too present in his voice. He tried to get up, but he realized that he was strapped to an operating table.

"It's good to see you too, Dr. Grimm," he said, getting up and tossing the cube aside. "It's a real shame. All you had to do was go about your day, do your job, and not worry about a thing. Now you're just giving me more work."

"What the hell are you saying?! Where's Ann?"

"She's here, in this basement. But you probably won't recognize her because of her new flawless body."

Dewitt had no idea what the doctor was rambling about. But he wanted nothing more than to get to the bottom of this insanity.

"What did you do to her?"

"Oh, you'll see."

Just as he finished, a figure emerged from the curtains, and Dewitt saw the maid in the gas mask.

"Nurse Ann is ready, doctor."

"Lovely! Let her come in."

The maid retreated and let the curtain fall into its original position. Silence filled the room until it was abruptly broken by loud footsteps approaching the curtains. Dewitt waited with a bated breath for the inevitable sight that would cement into his mind.

Suddenly, the nurse came into view, taking Dewitt by surprise. He was shocked to see that the woman no longer looked like his sister, but the outfit was the second thing that caught him off-guard.

She was now sporting an unpractical black leather nurse uniform that reached her upper thighs and matching black leather gloves and shoes. She also had a medical mask along with a nurse hat, and they both exhibited a bright red cross along with her dress.

Dewitt gasped when he saw her. The man has never seen such an abomination – an insult to the human anatomy standing and moving by its own accord. And then a realization hit him like a train: he was already too late.

"Ann? Is that you?" he asked incredulously before turning his head back to the doctor. "What have you done?"

"Is it not obvious?" he said, moving over to the nurse and wrapping an arm around her waist. "She's better than ever now, all thanks to my knowledge and the help of dear Mary. Isn't that right, sweetheart?"

"Oh, saying I'm better doesn't begin to cover it, darling," the nurse said, making Dewitt cringe upon realizing this wasn't his sister's voice. The nurse approached the restrained man and leaned closer to his face. "My sweet doctor wanted to kill you and dispose of your body. But I convinced him that you're more worth being just like me. That way, we can work together like we originally planned."

Dewitt wanted to protest, but he could only scream in fear, which made the nurse firmly cover his mouth with surprising force.

"Shut. Your. Mouth," she growled, with the flirtatious tone now absent. This made Dewitt stop screaming, and the nurse let go of his mouth.

"Let's start the procedure, shall we?" the smiling doctor asked enthusiastically. Mary pushed the curtain aside, and Dewitt saw the masked maid carrying a chainsaw.

"Let's get this over with," the maid sighed before giving Ann the chainsaw.

The doctor took a piece of cloth and wrapped it around Dewitt's mouth, using it as a gag to prevent him from screaming. The poor man's fear skyrocketed upon seeing the nurse turn on the chainsaw and growling again.

"This will be just like a regular procedure...but you will endure... excruciating...PAIN!"