Mother gooseberry
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Name: Phyllis Futterman Alias: Mother Gooseberry Age: around 46
Appearance: Mother gooseberry is a rather large woman. She would qualify as obese. She does have a more apple shaped build. Her skin is very much damaged from dermatological trials run on her the scarring of which is slightly peeling, and begining to turn a “grey” color. This also could be because she's rather pale that she appears “grey” on top of this she wears a mask, that's stretched out over her face and almost stitched to her scalp. It has large eye holes and a mouth slit that confirms to her mouth and jaw. Every morning she prepares this new “face” of hers, by putting on a new layer of makeup, because this material won't actually hold the makeup, it tends to smear around a lot, the spear had reached her eyebrow. On the sides of her head and at the back, she has hair. It seems she cant keep hair on the top of her head, due to her craniotomy scarring. Her hair is dark brown, would be curly if well groomed, but frizzy and tangled for the most part. She has a long but flat nose, and smaller lips that form a beesting pout. She has a square head shape, with a smaller chin that's slightly upturned. Her eyes are a dark brown. Despite her deformities, she's makes for a rather handsome woman, curvy and soft.
Scent: Mother gooseberry uses a variety of tinctures, up keeping dr. Futterman's drill means a certain oil, (WD-40) and cherry cleaning soap/ toothpaste, used in dental procedures. Her bodily scent is very powdery and light, often overly scented, perhaps aquamarine by Revlon. Top notes: Aldehydes, bergamot, lily, freesia, and citrus. Middle: Ylang-ylang, rose, jasmine, cloves, galbanum, and honey. Bottom:Tobacco, oakmoss, patchouli, vetiver, amber, vanilla, sandalwood, and tonka bean. Beneath these she has a sort of fatty smell like an intimate personal lubricant, blood, and an acrid bile Scent
Genitals: She has short trimmed pubic hair, with a large scar on the underside of her belly. She has a little bit of a fupa, just below the curve of her belly, and a happy trail that leads under her belly button. Otherwise she has a pretty normal vagina.
Clothes: She wears a button up blouse, with a bib like collar. A red necktie laced into a bow, her sleeves are puffed, and balloon out, coming in with s golden button clasp at the wrist. She wears a high waisted skirt that comes up just under her breasts. The button down is white with floral and lace detailing around the pearl buttons down the center of it. She doesn't wear a bra, so her breasts hand freely. That being said she has ample amount of breast. She has a black belt that holds up her skirt, with a golden belt buckle. A checked pattern skirt, that's red, pleated and stops just above the ankle. Grey stockings with a tear going up the side of her left leg, and black leather clogs, with a small heel and a large golden buckle on them. On her left hand she has a puppet named dr. Futterman, on her right she wears a black leather glove.
The puppet she uses (dr. Futterman) also functions as prosthetic. She's missing her arm from about where her elbow is, down.
Dr. Futterman, is a goose puppet, that wears s little hat and spotted yellow and red bowtie. He has white feather down and a yellow metal beak. His beak contains two sets of dentures glued to her upper and lower jaw. Within the puppet lied s large drill, similar to a dentists drill. Which Futterman uses to attack people.
Backstory:
Before the events of The Outlast Trials, Gooseberry was the daughter of a dentist in Philadelphia. She worked as her father's assistant from a young age, using puppets to distract adolescent patients during drilling/surgery. Back then, her hobbies included taxidermy and musical theater.
Due to the popularity of her family locally, Gooseberry had her studio, called Futterland Studios, where she hosted a children's variety show known as 'The Mother Gooseberry Hour', which started airing in 1951. Following Dr. Futterman's death, the cause of which is still unknown, she had a hysterical episode and began experiencing dissociative episodes. The tone of the Mother Gooseberry Hour shifted accordingly.
Throughout her tenure on the show, she used her television platform and mail-order "dental drops" business to get children addicted to narcotics, violence, theft, and possibly murder. Over the years, the children watching her show became cult-like, engaging in immoral behavior, drug use, and other shenanigans leading to larceny and assault.
In 1955, Futterland Studios was raided by the police, after which she was charged with racketeering, kidnapping, and conspiracy to commit murder. The raid left two police officers dead and five others injured, as she escaped into the tunnels beneath the set to attack them with drills. It is unclear exactly what was inside Futterland Studios, but police captain Stanley Hoad described the contents of the studios as "The most grotesque architectural perversion since H.H. Holmes’ Chicago Murder Castle".
After her arrest she was sent to Holmesburg Prison north of Philadelphia, where she underwent dermatological experiments under the supervision of Doctor Kligman. During these experiments, Gooseberry was exposed to carbonic acid and dioxin and had grafts of necrotic flesh as well. Fortunately for her, she survived these experiments, with her physical health remaining remarkable. Clyde Perry was able to secure an interview with Mother Gooseberry, where she attempted to attack him before being restrained. She expresses interest in the facility, saying she would like a change of scenery. Clyde also notes that she has two carnal relations with guards, and that she also had other inmates and staff under her sway as well.
Note: it's presumed that doctor Futterman died of a heart attack, under the influence of barbiturates and a strong liquor like vodka.
Phyllis is bisexual, and presents as such. Enacting on those desires is easier than realizing that indeed she is queer.
It's presumed that Phyllis was also sexually assaulted by her father, or another masculine figure around ages 12-14, specifically during puberty.
Phyllis presents with signs of a multiple personality disorder, or a borderline personality disorder. She has three alters, but two main ones:
Mother gooseberry: In contrast to her murderous nature, Gooseberry speaks in a faux-caring and motherly tone of voice, as she often refers to the Reagents as "children", and herself as "mother". Her dialogue may sometimes denote that she believes she is helping or educating the Reagents. Mother Gooseberry also shows hints of kindness as she says all people are welcome into the Root Canal after Doctor Futterman questions the presence of the Reagents.
This kindness however is more than likely a luring tactic used to pull Reagents towards her. Gooseberry also seems to express some level of seductiveness as seen by her regards of The Deviant during the Pervert the Futterman trial.
Doctor Futterman:
Doctor Futterman is the alternative or secondary personality ("alter") of Gooseberry's dissociation, manifested as a bird puppet with teeth, with a drill inside its mouth. When Gooseberry speaks as the Doctor, her voice will change to be higher in pitch, as well as more nasally and throaty. This second personality/identity is much more aggressive, profane, and outspoken than Gooseberry herself, even to the point of insulting her.
This includes comments about Gooseberry being a "mistake". Gooseberry often reacts with shock and dismay to the Doctor's off-colored "remarks". Doctor Futterman is an extremely sadistic personality and often expresses interest and enjoyment in torturing the Reagents with his drill. Unlike Gooseberry during the prime time and Lupara event, Doctor Futterman is critical and very irritated by the presence of other prime assets and often expresses desire to harm them.
Note: dr. Futterman's speaking style is one similar to Donald Duck, except he uses a lot of Yiddish phrases and saying it can be surmised from here that Phyllis”s family is Jewish.
Phyllis: An alter that is never seen, is a regressed alter about ages 12-14, perhaps those were the years she was most heavily traumatized. No one has encountered this alter yet, but it's been discussed in her medical paperwork.
Sexual characteristics:
Mother is a very straightforward woman once shes taking a liking to you, she's overly charasmatic, and heavy handed on praise. She tends to not rely on her dr futterman alter as tonnkt embarrass her “father”. Sees the puppet as alive as she is, so often she will put a bag over its head. She enjoys enacting things on people, and being a maternal figure. She leans heavily into the mommy Dom archetype, and wishes to simply please her lover, in a nurturing and overwhelming way. She deeply enjoys the use of sex toys, she finds them to be perverted, and a little embarrassing when not in the mood, holding her affection for them to be secret.
Not a very good kisser, but makes up for it by being versatile and skilled in the bedroom, enjoys positions where she can cuddle her partner, receives the most pleasure and fulfillment by her partners orgasm. If she gets to orgasm as well that's the cherry on top. But she's not miffed if she doesn't get to. Loves when people suck on her nipples, or eats her out. Very talkative during sex, loves to narrate everything. Loves to hear partners become less and less verbal, whilst still forcing them to communicate with words. Often she does this by edging them until they can form a sentence. Refers to her lover with pet names, often ones used for a child: ie, pet, darling, lamb, pumpkin, child, baby, sweetheart.
Loves crying, she probably would cum hands free if her partner stared crying during intercourse ( from how good it feels)
Loves just touching her lover, petting, caressing, squeezing, etc. very handsy
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“Are we playing hide and seek then?”
The rich, dutiful lilt of Phyllis Futterman filled your ears. It was warm, inviting in the way that others weren't. Rosy, like a flower looking to the sun. She was charasmatic, and s generous woman.
This.. meaning could be seen in many ways. Generous, in how she paused her attack patterns to show you the way back to a shuttle, mid breakdown Generous, in pretending not to see stuck out legs or quick swiped of eyes from barrels. Generous, by talking obnoxiously loud in between spaces. Generous.. in how she… well you shouldn't think about that. There was no time to really.
You had a “complication” with her.
There was this one night in the orphanage, you forgot how it started, but you remember where it lead. Strange and warm, her hand, ungloved and marred pressing down against your belly, and down further at the apex of your thighs. It was.. embarrassing. In the sort of way where it caught your breath, and distracted you if you thought about it too long. She sent you off a little bruised and beaten, but rather satisfied. She asked for nothing in return.
It was confusing, and strange, that the woman hunting you down like a fox in a hen house would've been capable of such soft and exquisite pleasure.
You considered the facts.
She was probably twice your age, quick witted, and charasmatic. She was clever with her hands, and certainly knew how to use them, and swung both ways. She seemed like a shoe in.
It made the chase like this a bit more fun, because you didn't know how she’d-
A leg wrapped around your ankle. In your distant haze you had left s leg out, untucked and gently thumping against the floorboard. Your costume for Halloween was simplistic. Ragged Andy. Overalls with striped socks and a little sailor hat, and a little sooty patch at your nose to resemble his buttons. She let out a little coo, “there's my sunshine!” and bent forward, picking you up. “I've been looking all over for you, you had me oh so worried.” The older woman pouted, and rested you on the bed, with a depiction of a mannequin nun fingering herself.
You stared up at her, squinting through night vision goggles. It was.. oddly quiet.
You opened your mouth to speak and- “Never mind that little darling, let's take you to somewhere nice, where I can see you better.” She extended her hand, which you accepted. She sang as she walked. Pausing for you to scrap posters. In the light of the lobby you could see her other hand. Dr. Futterman had a bag over his head. She gave you a sly knowing look. “Daddy won't be joining us this evening. He has business to attend to.” She purred tucking a curl behind your ear. You could barely make out the muffled lisp of “whore!” Being muttered by the duck.
He better stay quiet. You thought with a sigh.
She brought you to the front of the house where the infant dorms were, into the radio room, which she didn't often include on her patrol.
She had set a little something up, turning off the large overhead light and closing the door behind her. The back door was shut and locked, and soon the front was as well. What was left was the room, it's usually very bland interior, featuring one of Amelia's spray paint sigils was.. beautified. It almost felt like in her spare time between reagents, she set this whole thing up. No dead bodies sat in the room. It smelled like expensive perfume, not really masking the smell of them that remained. A few carpets with ominous stains were dragged out of the dormitories and laid out on the floor. Christmas lights decorated the walls, big bulbous multicolor LED’s flickered weakly, on the verge of giving out, a bed.. or a bed made of mattresses and one large sheet sat in the center near a frequency desk. She seemed excited about this, sitting on the bed she had made eagerly patting it. Seems she did all of this, to spend a little time with her favorite gosling. Her intentions were rather clear, considering the puppet on her arm squawking about premarital sex, but she remained unphased.
“Come to mama.” she whispered, and who were you not to obey.
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