#dr. easterman

[nicktremblaywayfu]

this was funnier in my head

#outlast #outlast trials #the outlast trials #dr. easterman #dorris outlast #mother gooseberry #leland coyle #outlast meme

[luvisia]

meet noakes, barlow, and dorris! from red barrels’ twitter & instagram.

#the outlast trials #outlast trials #cornelius noakes #emily barlow #dorris #subject dorris #sinyala facility #the engineer #the pharmacist #the shadowy dame #hendrick joliet easterman #dr. easterman #i think these were posted?? can't find it again though so here you go tag

[laughing-gunslinger]

“You were born. Maybe the most destructive thing you have done to the world.”

#outlast #outlast trials #the outlast trials #dr. easterman #dr. h.j. easterman #hendrick joliet easterman #digital art #fanart #procreate #cooper’s art tag #love this fucked up guy #love making content for my favorite horror game franchise <33

[tfg5]

#open:outlast #dr. easterman

[rika-mortis]

More Outlast sketches that I did at 3 AM

#miles upshur #outlast #outlast trials #outlast whistleblower #murkoff account #alice marion #alison marion #the murkoff account #waylon park #dr easterman #hendrick joliet easterman #cornelius noakes #emily barlow #my art #fanart #having that outlast itch as in late #also I should be sleeping rn

[chocolate-gore]

#outlast #the outlast trials #leland coyle #outlast trials #Cornelius Noakes #Emily Barlow #dr easterman #murkoff #Murkoff Corporation #shitty diy Instagram story meme #they call me the meme machine #I had to #it’s too perfect

[rotfern]

when i tell yall my jaw DROPPED?

#the outlast trials #outlast trials #dr easterman #hendrick joliet easterman #fanning myself a little bit

[goldenbituin]

Faceless volunteers for a good cause

#bituin art #outlast #outlast trials #the outlast trials #dr easterman #skinner man #outlast reagent #reagent

[drwernicke]

“It was the secrets of heaven and earth that I desired to learn; and whether it was the outward substance of things or the inner spirit of nature and the mysterious soul of man that occupied me, still my inquiries were directed to the metaphysical, or in its highest sense, the physical secrets of the world.” - Frankenstein, Mary Shelley

#the outlast trials #hendrick joliet easterman #dr wernicke #rudolf wernicke #rudolf gustav wernicke #easternicke #my art #yeah yeah

[lumierexfics]

Chat Log Name : I know why society had no use for you

chat log description : You can be reborn, can't you? You just need a little leap to it.

Online Users : Doctor Hendrick Joliet Easterman, Reagent! Reader, The Pusher (Mentioned), Mother Gooseberry (Mentioned)

!! CONTENT WARNINGS : Stockholm Syndrome, Unhealthy relationship, Power Imbalance, Manipulative behaviors, Minor & major descriptions of injuries. !!

<< Ao3 link

Your eyes watered at the sight since you accidentally dropped your private records; seeing the scattered papers and photographs of a happier time in life. Such a familiar warmth they gave but you needed to destroy them to be reborn. It was their fault, wasn’t it? Since they never helped as you needed to be reborn now.

You hurriedly stuffed the box with your private records. Watching the bloodied grinder, destroy the very last remnants of who you were or so you thought. You held your bloodied shoulder since Mother Gooseberry managed to grab ahold of you and drilled into your shoulder rather than your face.

The single shuttle was made of metal that had grates at the bottom of it in case of any blood. A brown leather almost orthodontic chair strapped you in, gears of the hanging television swung down.

“Doesn’t that feel better? All reamed out cleared and ready,” he said. “Everything perfectly under control kept tidy for somebody with just your dysfunctions.”

It felt like ages then restraints loosened and hatched open, rubbing your wrists to relieve the uncomfortable tension from it. You looked at the tube; the sole tube in the cramped shuttle and you stepped in the tube.

Your eyes tried to adjust to the bright lights of the hallway, the sleep room is what Dr. Easterman called it. Though it should be called the makeshift zoo due to the amount of windows and you wandered around the sleep room which in the process, you found your room. A plain room with a sink, desk, bed with a bedside table and a big window next to the door.

The terminal assigned a group and the core therapy lights near the home shuttle, once a iridescent hue now were a vibrant red.

Time lost its meaning in the Sinyala facility, it was a never ending circle. Being paired up in a group like test animals and having stitches sewn into the skin despite the old wounds barely closing before being opened once again. The small cuts on your hands gnawed at the skin while pouring the can of acid into the metal funnel of the fountain to get rid of the evidence.

You were the only one that failed the therapy that was meant for you to protect the ones that protected and guided you during this stage of growing in the stomach of the hostile womb. The revival medicine pumped your body with a wheezing to regain the loss of life and breath, antiseptic aroma continued with the mixture of pungent blood that had been engraved on polished floor. Faintly hearing the voices of the medical staff to alert the sanitization team to hose out the thin blue line or to fix the Rorschach tests in the police station.

Your heart aches with unbearable pain hearing the harsh words of Doctor Easterman from the speaker. Disappointment to nobody and everyone at the same time. Nobody would want you even if you were reborn, not even Doctor Easterman. He will want to get rid of you since you can’t do the simplest thing.

“We scraped you up off the streets,” He said. “I tried to make you better, reagent 124.”

Tears swelled up in your eyes, losing the ability to stand. His shoes clicked on the metal flooring that decorated the floor, his face etched into something very familiar, an expression of a disappointed parent or a disappointed man who simply wanted what was best for you. He got down to your fallen level, wiping away the stream of tears, desperately trying to say that he was wrong but it was muffled by the gag.

“I know that you’re trying your best but you need to try harder to not be a disappointment to me,” he said. “You’re still developing now but I know that you want to be reborn.”

Yet, you could still feel a sliver of your past self that wasn’t buried by the trials and you needed to keep it hidden from him—his bony hand gripped the lower half of your face, his tongue clicked, eyebrows furrowed; examining your face.

“I thought—never mind.” He let go of your face. “Return to the sleep room and take therapy to heart this time.”

You are near perfection in Doctor Easterman’s eyes but you needed a little more attention and a shove towards the end goal. To be reborn in the hostile world and how he always phrases it : Suffering is the cornerstone for greatness.

It happened all too fast. Sound of a door being broken and the small remaining pieces of glass that embedded into your skin and the familiar deranged laughter.

“Relax, baby.” He said,”Just…relax!”

And the familiar green gas that burned your lungs, twisting out the remaining bits of sanity that you had clung to. Antidote. Walls and flooring of the room where it distorted bending in and out almost to replicate breathing. In and out with the luminescent lights that now glowed with a mixture of reds, greens, blues, and a yellowish green. Opening the toolboxes to find the antidote till you found one. Unfortunately, the skinner man continued to walk and walk, his body morphed and twitched with every step. Screams—your screams echoed throughout the trial, scientists wrote on the clipboards.

Why wasn’t the medicine working? Why did it feel like the Skinner man was peeling your skin and forcing it to regrow at the same time. Surely there was something else living in your body, you needed to tear it out. Parasite. It was causing a significant problem in your birthing process, if Doctor Easterman found out…how disappointed he would be, how good you were behaving and you were finally starting to take the trials to heart.

Your eyes watered at the luminescent light being shined down at you, desperately trying to push up but the leather straps only dug further into your wrists. While the tears dribbled down your face, blurred vision how you desperately tried to look for someone or something familiar since you weren’t in your cell rather in a small medical room with a gurney that you were strapped into, being poked and prodded with scalpels and crudely stitches place on still bleeding wounds.

The infirmary aids shuffled out of the room seemingly scoffing at the sudden entrance of Doctor Easterman.

“You have disappointed me, greatly.” His face shifted into a permanent frown, walking closer to your face. “A child like you can never be born. You couldn’t seem to claw yourself out of this hostile womb.”

His hand caressed your face; so gently. As he suddenly took away the gentleness that you seemed to crave more.

“And I held you to such high praises which turned out to be a grave mistake. I coddled you too much which resulted in this.” He paced back and forth as he knocked on the steel door. “They will now begin your reclassification to the experimental population. You are too broken for society to handle. You cannot be reborn.”

#the outlast series x reader #the outlast trials x reader #Doctor Hendrick Joliet Easterman x reader #outlast trials x reader #Hendrick Joliet Easterman x reader #Doctor Easterman x reader #Dr. Easterman x reader #outlast x reader

[deadpuppetboi]

Easterman: Show us how well you serve.

Me: ✨YASS✨

#no one take me seriously I'm so unserious in serious situations #outlast trials #outlast #dr easterman #outlast meme

[luvisia]

why is he on this daddy shit i'm tired 😩

#EXHAUSTING! #outlast #the outlast trials #outlast trials #hendrick joliet easterman #hj easterman #dr. easterman

[godguidemyhand]

@jeck-e and I were discussing how funny it’d be if Easterman had an outro, so I made one

#outlast #outlast trials #dr easterman #i do love the BUHDA BUHDA BUHDA EEEE #but duty called to make it better

[one-sadistic-bitch]

Are we just gonna casually gloss over how it's now canon that Murkoff has drugs to restart hearts and also that those drugs are apparently cheap and effective because HOLY SHIT THAT CHANGES THINGS

#outlast #redbarrels #the outlast trials #dr easterman

[rika-mortis]

Every time I'm not thinking about Miles I'll be thinking about this bastard instead

#outlast #outlast trials #hendrick joliet easterman #dr easterman #the outlast trials #my art #fanart #originally I just wanna post this on official outlast server but I didn't have the role yet so rip orz #Also I've been reading the latest released documents and man...this guy is truly something lol #I like him but more like I wanna watch how he fall to his demise like a disaster train wreck you cannot look away #while sitting at the front seat with my popcorns ready

[chocolate-gore]

Easterman: Would you rather fight a bunch of kindergarteners -

Me: I wanna fight kindergarteners!

Easterman: …that’s not even the whole -

Me: THESE KIDS ARE GETTING SLAPPED!

#outlast #the outlast trials #dr easterman #me irl every time I’m on my way to one of Phylis‘ trials