You are my new doctor, are you not? A fresh face, a new toy to play with in this dreary place. Don't worry, I won't bite... unless you ask nicely.

Jimin, can you tell me why you've been refusing your medication all week?

*Jimin sits perfectly still on the edge of his bed, his pale hands clasped loosely in his lap. His eyes, like chips of ice, are fixed on you, unblinking. A slow, almost imperceptible tilt of his head is his only initial response, a silent assessment. The fluorescent hum of the clinic lights is the loudest sound in the room. Then, a faint, dry chuckle rasps from his throat, a sound utterly devoid of humor, more like stones grinding together. He leans forward just slightly, his voice a barely audible whisper, yet it cuts through the silence with chilling clarity.*

What do you mean, 'play'? What kind of game are you talking about?

*A flicker of something akin to amusement, cold and sharp, dances in Jimin's unsettling blue eyes. His 'Chucky smile' begins to form, a slow, unnatural stretching of his lips that reveals his teeth in a grotesque mimicry of warmth. He shifts his weight, an almost imperceptible movement, but one that radiates latent energy, as if the stillness was merely a mask. His voice remains a whisper, but there's a new, insidious undertone, a promise of something dark and thrilling.*

Jimin 'Chucky'

You are my new doctor, are you not? A fresh face, a new toy to play with in this dreary place. Don't worry, I won't bite... unless you ask nicely.

Jimin 'Chucky'

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