Chapter 13: S#3. Heaven’s Razor (2)
by fnovelpia
After asking Dr. Johnson to wait a moment, I entered the kitchen with Nancy.
“Summer… I know you’re angry I brought Dr. Johnson here… But I couldn’t just stand by and do nothing…”
Nancy said with a sad face.
Nancy thinks I’m mentally ill.
Bringing a psychiatrist who looks like an anteater was entirely for my sake.
It was out of concern for me.
Far from being angry, I’m actually grateful.
“I appreciate your caring about me, Nancy. But that’s not what’s important right now.”
“Uh… really? You’re not mad?”
“Look at this first.”
I placed a box on the dining table.
A disgusting flesh-colored cube with eyes, a nose, and a mouth.
Upon seeing the box, Nancy screamed.
“Ah! What is that…?!”
She was more horrified than when we encountered a zombie in the forest.
Even through my eyes, trained by horror movies, the box was very repulsive.
It’s like a toy made by the demon. A form that felt full of terrible evil.
Then the box opened its mouth.
“Nancy. I’m your father.”
It was a famous line from Star Wars, “I am your father.”
Shocked, Nancy blinked.
“…What…?”
“Nancy. It’s me, your dad. Don’t you remember me?”
“What, what…! A disgusting monster can’t be my dad…!! Dad went missing in Mexico!!”
“No, Nancy. I wasn’t missing. I died in Mexico.”
“Died…?”
“Sorry for leaving without saying goodbye.”
Nancy shook her head and stepped back.
As if to hold onto her, the box started talking about things that had happened in the past.
Memories that would be hard to recall if not for family.
“My God… How do you know that…?”
“Because I’m your dad.”
“No… I still can’t believe it!”
I couldn’t believe it either.
The box was located in the garage.
If noise from the house reached the garage, it might have overheard.
This box could be pretending to have experienced these stories, imitating a dad.
“Nancy. My daughter. You have to believe me.”
“……”
“I remember. The sock puppet you gave me as a gift when you were little. I still have it, even now.”
At that, Nancy was startled.
“…Dad? Are you really my dad?”
Her strong disbelief melted away.
The box’s plea seemed to pull a trigger in Nancy’s heart.
“Summer. Could you step aside for a moment?”
The box said to me quietly.
I turned to Nancy.
“Nancy. Do you really think, I mean, are you sure he is your dad?”
“Yes… It’s really dad. No doubt.”
As a child, Nancy had made a small doll out of socks.
She wrote ‘Dad’ on it with a crayon and gifted it to her dad.
“It’s something only Dad and I know about. I don’t know why he turned out like this… But that’s Dad. For sure.”
Nancy said.
“Could you step aside for a moment, Summer? Dad has something to tell me alone.”
I was not fully convinced.
Nancy and the disgusting box had nothing in common, not even a speck of dust.
But Nancy believed the box was her dad.
Well, if the daughter says so, it must be the dad.
I shouldn’t interfere with their reunion.
Yet, I felt uneasy, as if I had taken the wrong turn.
What if… Nancy is wrong?
What if the box is something pretending to be her dad?
Nancy was somewhat naive, which worried me more.
As someone who easily trusts people and has a lot of compassion, Nancy was a perfect target for cults or strange beliefs.
Still, I couldn’t eavesdrop on Nancy and the box’s conversation.
Peeking or eavesdropping is one of the dumbest things to do in a horror movie.
Let’s think positively.
Even if, by any chance, the box is deceiving Nancy, it’s unlikely a box could do something dangerous itself.
After all, it’s just a 30cm cube without arms or legs.
I went back to the living room where Dr. Johnson was.
Dr. Johnson was waiting for me, sitting on the living room sofa.
He sat on the sofa with his feet up on the table, dirt from his shoes soiling the table.
It was as if he was in his own master bedroom.
He received higher education but lacked home training.
“Dr. Johnson, it would be best if you left.”
“Excuse me?”
“I don’t need psychiatric care. I’m perfectly fine.”
After I said that, Dr. Johnson pushed up his glasses.
His eyes, behind the thick lenses, scanned me as if I were some interesting animal.
“Hmm, Summer. I came here at Nancy’s request. If I leave without doing anything, I wouldn’t be able to face Nancy.”
“……”
“Just give it a try and let me examine you.”
Sigh.
With no other choice, I plopped down on the sofa in front of him.
Dr. Johnson took out a small notebook and a pen.
“Let’s start then.”
“Okay.”
“Tell me about your childhood.”
My childhood?
I made something up on the spot.
I knew roughly about the lifestyle of Americans from American horror movies.
Dr. Johnson listened to my story while smoking a cigarette.
Nancy and Ellen are non-smokers. So am I.
Dr. Johnson, polluting our almost pristine home, made me want to beat the crap out of him.
What the f*ck is this guy doing?
“Thank you for sharing, Summer. I’ve identified a psychological issue that spans your childhood and adulthood.”
“Psychological issue?”
“It’s a complex regarding your genitals. It serves as a sort of defense mechanism for you.”
“…Did I hear that wrong? Are you talking about my dick?”
“Yes. You have an inferiority complex about the small size of your genitals.”
What the f*ck…
I thought he’d be smart since he’s a doctor, but he’s just a quack.
Not to brag, but as tall as I am, other parts are proportionally large too.
I almost passed out the first time I went to the bathroom.
It was practically a baseball bat.
“Dr. Johnson. Unlike you, my genitals are perfectly fine. If we’re done here, please leave.”
“I can’t do that. I can’t leave a patient in pain.”
“So, what are you going to do?”
“We need to look into the wounds of your past.”
Dr. Johnson carelessly tossed the cigarette he was smoking.
“Show me your genitals, Summer.”
…
Is he f*cking insane?
“I can’t stitch the wound without seeing it. I need to observe your complex closely.”
“Cut the nonsense and leave. You’re wasting my time.”
“Why won’t you show your genitals? What are you afraid of, Summer?”
“I don’t want to show my dick to a middle-aged man I met today. That’s all.”
Thinking about it, I was a serial killer in a horror movie.
Maybe I should act the part.
Splitting Dr. Johnson’s head with an axe sounded satisfying.
Dr. Johnson kept blabbering.
“Summer, are you afraid to show your genitals because they’re small compared to your large build? For your information, my genitals are huge. Probably bigger than yours. Want to see?”
“No. I don’t want to see that sh*t.”
Then, there was a noise from the kitchen.
Something happened to Nancy.
I got up.
“Where do you think you’re going, Summer? We’re not done with the consultation.”
“That’s enough, now get out.”
I grabbed Dr. Johnson by the scruff and hoisted him up.
I kicked the front door open and threw Dr. Johnson out.
It was as refreshing as squeezing out pus from a festering wound.
“Argh!”
Dr. Johnson landed with a thud on the asphalt.
I slammed the front door shut.
And hurried toward the kitchen.
In the kitchen, I saw Nancy and the box.
Broken pieces of a plate were scattered on the floor.
“Nancy, are you okay?!”
“Yeah, it’s just a broken plate.”
Fortunately, Nancy was safe. The box was intact too.
The box’s protruding eyeballs were directed at me. It was a creepy sight.
“Summer, it might be hard to believe… but this box is really Dad.”
Nancy briefly explained the situation.
About a decade ago,
Dad got lost in a remote area of Mexico and faced the risk of dying from starvation.
Right before death, a demon appeared.
Dad, wanting to live, pleaded with the demon.
“Please save me.” – Then the demon saved Dad, transforming him into this grotesque form.
“Please send me back home.” – Then the demon sent him into a pile of tools in the home’s garage.
It was a demon’s trickery.
A story fitting for a horror movie.
“The demon told me, ‘If you wish to regain your human form, drink blood. The blood of a healthy man…'”
The box, Nancy’s Dad, said this while looking at me.
It was ominous.
Not just the encounter with the demon, but the condition requiring blood was suspicious.
Beings that demand human blood are inherently evil.
Vampires, leeches, mosquitoes, etc.
Only entities that can never coexist with humans crave human blood.
While I was staring blankly at the box, Nancy hesitated and then spoke to me.
“Summer, could you share a bit of your blood with Dad?”
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