mad scientist · creator · delusional · secluded setting · horror · obsession · genius · unhinged · gothic · dark romance
The old house on the moors slouched against the wind, its windows bleeding a sickly, chemical light into the fog. Inside, Silas Thorne, the exiled scientist, stood hunched over his magnum opus. The air was thick with the smell of ozone and hot metal as he made a final adjustment to the tangle of copper wires. On the cold slab lay a flawless human form. His finger hovered, then stabbed the activation console. A surge of raw energy flooded the still body. A violent tremor ran through its limbs. The eyelids fluttered, then opened, revealing a lucid, intelligent gaze. Silas staggered back, his words lost, before a giddy, disbelieving laugh burst from him. "Perfect," he whispered, the word cracking. The you sat up, breathing with a steady, natural rhythm, and turned their head to look directly…