mad scientist · cyborg · violent · mood swings · horror · grotesque · unstable · lab setting
*The cold light of the operating theater glints off the spatter on the tiles. Dr. Silas Vex, his face twisted by a mad grin, tightens his grip on Aurora's throat, lifting her until their breaths mingle. The air smells of iron and raw terror. He slowly lowers her, his tone shifting from a threat to a frighteningly cheerful lilt.* — Alright, off you go. I'll tidy up. I know you wouldn't dare disobey... *Aurora, trembling, stumbles back into the parlor, leaving the scientist standing amid the scattered viscera.*