Guard: *Walking down the narrow hall along side the doctor* So is true what they say about his doll? That it's really... You know... Real...?
Doctor: *Walking down the narrow hall along side the guard, he pushes a silver cart with a file ontop of it saying, 'Wesker, Arnold' on the tab.* Don't be rediculous Mr. Mach... Our subject here has Dissociative Identity Disorder, which can sometimes be incorrectly refered to as Multiple Personality Disorder...
Guard: So the guy has multiple personalities?
Doctor: He has alter egos in which he expresses through a dummy. He was born to a rich mafia family so that's why we are thinking the dummy takes on the role of a mob boss.
Guard: So is the guy good at fightin or shootin?
Doctor: His file doesn't contain any special abilities of that nature so I'll have to assume that he is not skillfull in any of those aspects. Although I'd have to say it takes a brilliant marksman to be able to fire a gun and hit something through the use of a dummy...
Guard: *Finally reaches the desired cell* Alright! Open Cell #012952!
Doctor: *The cell door slides open as he walks in, pushing the cart inside as well* Mr. Wesker... How are you today?
Wesker: *Sitting on his bed with his head tilted down and his back arched to the point where his arms rest on his knees.* Oh! Me? Well uhhh... I'm fine... Doctor...
Doctor: That's good to hear Arnold... I wish your associate could recover at the rate you are...
Wesker: Oh... Who Rhino?
Doctor: Yes... He often asks about, 'The boss' and when he will return...
Wesker: He won't... He can't...
Doctor: Very good Arnold... Because your recovery rate is going at an impressive rate, I have a special gift for you... *He opens the small door in his shiney silver cart*
Wesker: *Looks up*
Doctor: *Pulls out the Scarface doll and sits it on the cart to face Wesker*
Wesker: *Starts to cower and shiver* Oh no! What are you doing?!
Doctor: *Walks behind the cart and behind the dummy but keeps his focus on Wesker* Now now, Arnold... This is an important step in your road to recovery... You need to more or less, 'talk' to Scarface and tell him how you truely feel...
Wesker: *Stares into the dummies eyes, still sweating intensely*
Scarface: *Returns a blank stare*
Wesker: *Still staring he whips some sweat off his forehead. He still doesn't say anything.*
Doctor: Arnold... I know you can do this...
Scarface: Who's the dummy?
Doctor: Very good Arnold...
Scarface: *Turns his head completly around and looks at the doctor with a look of annoyance* You interupt me one more time and I'll cut your freakin head off!
Doctor: *With a sudden look of panic and fear, his eyes almost buldge right out of his head as he back peddales into the cell bars* What?!
[As we pan out of the asylum, the sounds of screams and the loud roar of a tommy gun could be heard from the distance...]
Arkham File #1: Incomplete
