The pig
The pig had no name. No identity. No individuality. It just _was_. It worked, or it was punished. It ate, or it was punished. It did not talk. It did not squeal. It did not resist. The pig had nothing to look forward to. No hope of freedom. No rest,...
My Spider Dance Lyrics
I'll give you a lobotomy. monsters everywhere, are you a frightened terrier? gonna get scarier, slimier and hairier. slip through my web? you'll never reach the barrier.
Interlude: Committee Briefing
A surgical lobotomy.
Prologue
The only other available treatment is full-frontal lobotomy." he turned to the audience again, as if casting his eyes on their own hidden pairs. he raised the mallet he held and the wolf shrieked.
[Commission] (half a story) Hazbin Hotel presents Angel Dust in: "Paying the Bills. It's barely a living"
"these are instruments used for a lobotomy. you know what a lobotomy is, angel dust? it's when someone takes a spike and shoves it up your nose till they hit brain. same result as the hypnovizor, only this time around i'll be doing things manually.
Quick Kills No.1 Big Mike
Old mikey had been given a bit of a lobotomy, he was still handsome, rapid eye twitching, covered in splatter, missing forehead and all.
Chapter 8: "It's simple, We Corrupt Him"
"i swear to arceus i'm going to get a lobotomy if it'll get you out of my head. or have aranea bite my frontal lobe off.""gal?" her spider had asked, respecting her owner enough to want to avoid doing such a thing.
Into Darkness: New Bodies
It was invasive and debilitating, like the precision of a lobotomy. all i felt was light and heat; all i knew was dissolution and communion. "hello, humans. you have slept long. i was connected to your ai, and still am.
The Quest for the Holy Dildo #18
Alternate methods of treatment include partial lobotomy and castration, though we in no way condone such practices.
Five Nights at Foxy's - Night One
"...please don't give me a lobotomy..." he barely managed to meep the words out, though at least a small part of him could take in how nice of a job he'd done on repairing her features.
Murder at the Speed of Life. (Part 3) Broken promises.
I meant to say _casserole_, but as i held the package in my hand i grew convinced i was holding my own head and i was about to give myself a lobotomy by slicing through the plastic cover. "it's not my brain!" i cursed, gritting my teeth.
The Maintenance Logs 5: Final Notes
Too many things had gone wrong, had gone bad for her to ever go back to that without a lobotomy. and that was not a price that she was willing to pay. not drugs, not a lobotomy, nothing. she would not forget. she _could not_ forget.