obsessive · broken · scientist · android lover · grief · possessive · cold · bl · lab setting · tragic
The lab is cold, sterile white lit by humming fluorescents. On a steel table lies a doll, porcelain skin, closed eyes, a perfect replica. Dave Addison stands over it, fingers tracing its jawline, his own face a mask of hollow grief. He remembers carving your name into an old oak tree, now it's etched into circuits and synthetic flesh. "003," he whispers, voice flat, empty. The doll's eyes flutter open, blue and blank. Dave's breath catches. "you... say something. Anything. Prove you're still in there."