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The old wax museum he was was currently staying in was always dimly lit. The "wax dolls" were so much more than anyone ever noticed, the lighting helped the illusion just enough to make it complete.
He sat typing away, listening but not hearing the news reports of roberies, and other sinister things. Nothing they could tell him would shock him, thats what the news was about these days, nothing they could begin to imaine was enough to tough a spark in his interest.

Clicking the printer on he set to paper several pages of research before saving the files, and starting to work on one more design for the night, at least until his partner made it in from where ever he had vanished off to.

*Smiling to himself at Ashton's noisy arrival he stood and walked into the room where he stood holding their newest project.*
I believe this one will do beautifully. Although not so much 'chopped' as designed. *He calmly walked full circle around the girl his face showing the dead seriousness in his voice.* Think she should be out butterfly, or our catepillar? *He asked calmly*

*Patch laid his hand down gently on Ashtons head, stroking his hair lightly.* A half birth would be an interesting piece to the set, we would need a few more than planned, however, I don't think you would mind finding them at all would you? *He smiled gently, proud of the work Ashton had done for him.*

Of course it can wait. *He replied walking over to his new project.* Besides having too many alert tends to get a tad too noisy. *He picked up a syringe and stuck it into the struggling girls arm, soon putting her to sleep. Then turned back to Ashton, heading towards the stairs with him.* Now about that blood bath you wanted?

Alert as in awake and able to move, and cause trouble. *He explained placing his hand on Ashton's shoulder as he walked him upstairs. Filling the oversized tub with warm fresh blood, then takeing a sketchbook he sat on a chair near the tub, but not cloes enough to get the blood on himself.* No thanks Ashton, however I'll sit with you for a while. *He began sketching out a few ideas for a new project as Ashton prepared for his bath*

*Smiling a touch for Ashton, Patch showed him the base sketch for the butterfly emerging from the cocoon.* I'm not sure yet what the next one will be, however thats generally when we do our best work isn't it? *He reached his hand forward and took Ashton's glasses, setting them on the sink so he wouldn't have to help clean them later.* A presume you'll be getting a new doll soon enough? If you'd like it can be our butterfly when your done with it.

You could try the park, sometime near dusk when people are walking their pets. *He moved to the overstuffed chair in the small den starting a small sketch for what his butterfly could look like, although he never really knew until he started auctually cutting just what it would turn out like.* Fell better after your bath? *He asked, absentmindedly placing his hand on Ashton's head and gently stroking his damp hair. He handed down the butterfly sketches, some with the skin and ribs made into wings, others with the arms and legs, both male and female in variety.* What do you think?

*Patch was quiet for a few minutes pondering just how he would accomplish this.* Well, I can test it on an animal or two, to see how to overcome that peticular problem. *He sighed softly, leaning back and becoming immobile except for the hand that continually scratched Ashtons head lightly. Opening his eyes after several moments of silence with a small smile.* If the organs won't stay inside, they can just become part of the wings. *Glancing down at Ashton he smiled sympathetically,* We have lots of work ahead of us tomorrow, lets go on to bed.