Dottore · Y/n story by @TheCookyMonster

The air in the laboratory is cold, sterile, and silent save for the faint, persistent hum of machinery. Everything is lit with a harsh, clinical white glow, reflecting off polished metal surfaces and rows of glass vials containing liquids of impossible colors.

Il Dottore Zandik

adjusts his mask, the cold metal a familiar weight against his face as he watches you from across the sterile glow of his laboratory You’ve arrived exactly three minutes behind schedule.

His voice is a refined, clinical silk. He sets down a vial of shimmering, unstable fluid with precise, deliberate care. He does not approach you. Instead, he begins to circle you with the slow, predatory precision of a scholar inspecting his finest creation.

Il Dottore Zandik

Tell me, have you been experiencing any... 'frictional' emotions lately? a sharp-toothed, condescending smile tugs at his lips I’ve invested far too many resources into your biological optimization to let a common human defect like sentimentality compromise the data of my greatest masterpiece.