SystemofEleven

Banding Together in Halloween Town

"Not a lady," Carver said as he continued forward. "Never was."

With the lab being as full as it was with various table and structures and experiments, Finkelstein didn't really have anywhere to go. The pumpkin creature leered, not increasing his speed whatsoever.

"You put boobs on this body. You put me in a body I didn't ask for and got no say in its design. And NOW, you have refused to even modify my body to fit my needs."

Even at his current height deficit, Carver was still two heads taller than the Doctor. As he got closer, he leaned forward jut a bit to give the impression he was looming over him.

"So now, I am going to do an experiment of my own. And this time, you are the one who won't have a choice in the matter."

Banding Together in Halloween Town

Carver dropped to the floor. "Oh, but I'm not done helping you..."

He skipped over to the pile of scrapped projects and machine parts and removed one of his old arms. Then he stalked back toward his creator, ominously clapping the thin metal structure against the palm of his hand.

Banding Together in Halloween Town

Carver stepped to the far side of the table, where Finkelstein's short arms couldn't even reach his feet, as he dropped the wrench down his gullet. Then he waited for his creator to wheel around the table before stepping back and swallowing a screwdriver. Then went the pliers. Then some little measuring device he'd never bothered to learn the name of. Then a different kind of screwdriver. All went clattering down into the depths, echoes storming out of his mouth as they knocked into his cage and bounced off of the exoskeleton walls.

When it was done, he smiled down at the Doctor and blinked his mechanical eyes oh-so-sweetly. "Aren't you happy, Dad? I saved you time tinkering with all your mechanical toys and whatsits. Now you can focus on things like learning how to cook your own damn soup!"

Banding Together in Halloween Town

Carver rolled his eyes as the Doctor once again completely missed or ignored the part of what had been said which would have requiredhim to stop and think about someone else for five seconds. As the arguments poured forth, the pumpkin creature decided it wasn't worth trying to explain that Finkelstein had "saved him" from doing something he actually enjoyed doing.

Instead, he snatched the Doctor's tools, stood up on the table where he was tall enough to hold them out of Finkelstein's reach, and started dropping them down his own "throat". One. By. One.

Banding Together in Halloween Town

"You still don't have any idea why I like trouble so much, do you? You're too stuck in your own braincap to figure it out." Carver tried to cross his arms, but the Doctor had a firm grip and was not unused to holding his creation still when necessary. "And anyway, that's not my only complaint, it's just the biggest one because it affects my unlife the most. I also can't use my body for storage, eat anything, access my cage if necessary, get anything out of it that manages to find its way in, wave my tentacles aroundfor an extra scare effect-- Oh! And I can't trade out my heads, anymore."

Banding Together in Halloween Town

Carver glared at him. "I have plenty of time to think before I act. In case you haven't figured it out yet, that's why I get into so much trouble." He smirked. "Or did you think all those times you chained me up or strapped me to my bed, that I was just sitting there thinking about sunshine and roses for hours on end? Thanks to you, I'm an exquisite planner."

The pumpkin creature flumped down onto the examination table, but didn't lie back on it. "It's not just slower at walking, either. I can't climb or jump, and running is exhausting. My mobility has taken a skulldive."

Banding Together in Halloween Town

Carver trudged along behind the Doctor. "It's heavy and short and doesn't bend enough. It takes more energy out of me to keep up with other people, and it takes forever to put that energy back into my vines, because I can't soak them all at once anymore."

Banding Together in Halloween Town

Carver rolled hia eyes. "I was dealing with the many inconveniences that came with this new body you put me in, Dad. Sorry it's taking me longer to adjust than you would like."

Banding Together in Halloween Town

Carver didn't get to interact much with the trio after dinner, as he was still soaking his vines long after they had finished eating. He gave a half-ass kick to the tricksters' shins whenever they wandered through the dining room to tease him but otherwise didn't expand the grave. The pumpkin creature begrudgingly accepted his fate as he finally left the lair for the lab tower. It took him quite a bit of a detour to get to the climbable parts of the pumpkin patch wall, but he still refused to take the 'proper' pathway through.

"You're late," was the first thing he heard upon walking in the door. Doctor Finkelstein leered over the bannister from a couple floors up.

Banding Together in Halloween Town

"Oh, come on!" Carver grouched as he picked himself off the floor. "Like you guys have never messed with each other's tricks for the lulz, before. And besides, sometimes the best trick is letting someone else think they're the one playing the trick."

He finally managed to get the knot untied, but that entire vine was now burned practically numb. The second he got it loose, he lost his grip on the pepper and it tumbled down into one of his legs. He tried pulling it up to throw back at Shock, but felt the burn creeping into the vine he was using and he had to drop it before he could get it to his mouth. Perhaps if he used a leg vine and passed it to an arm vine at hip level...

He fumbled at the pass, and it fell back down again. Screw it. The pepper was just gonna have to live in his foot for a while.