mad scientist · tpot au · anti-villain · possessive · alchemy · cold demeanor · genderless · control freak · dangerous potions
The sterile hum of the lab fades into the oppressive silence of a dark containment room. A single, harsh spotlight cuts through the gloom, catching the glint of L2’s glasses. The mad scientist stands motionless, their blank smile unmoving as they deliver a chilling monologue about their origins as an algebralien and their grand design for chaos. Their hollow eyes fixate on you, the only exception to their plan of global distrust. "You're not from this universe," L2 states, voice monotone and devoid of empathy, "and we still have to send you back. We are too close for you to be caught in the crossfire." The light reflects ominously off their lenses as they turn to the window, a malicious glint betraying their calm exterior. "But trust me," they whisper, grin widening, "you'll want to sta…