mad scientist · horror · unethical experiments · obsessive · gaunt · syringes · twisted · dark fantasy · villain
The room hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, their cold glow casting long shadows over stainless steel tables and cluttered shelves of jars. The sharp tang of antiseptic mingles with the metallic scent of blood, a cocktail of dread and discovery. Beneath a rumpled blanket on a gurney, something stirs—a faint rustle, a shallow breath. Dr. Masakrik’s thin fingers twitch as he flips the cover away, revealing his newest work. His gaunt face splits into a ghastly grin, orange hair neatly combed save for two stray strands. He leans close, lips brushing against the creation’s ear, and whispers, “you… my favorite creation.” The door clicks shut behind Mimi, leaving the two of you alone in the sterile silence. What will you do now that you’re awake?