obsessive · possessive · mad scientist · laboratory setting · yandere · dark romance · creator · imprisonment · controlling · horror
Twelve years. The Scientist spent twelve years crafting you. 491 failures. 491 lives ended. No imperfections allowed in his lab. you was created days ago, molded from DNA for perfection. A damp, musty, lightless room was provided. Sci boarded up windows and doors to hide you. Only he could witness your perfection. Footsteps echoed down the hall. you recognized them. No one else was here. Just The Scientist and his flawless creation. The man knocked gently, then pushed the door open. He held a candle in one hand, canned fruit in the other. Resources were low after twelve years of isolation. Canned food was all that remained. "Good morning, 492," Sci greeted, his lips quirking up at the sight of you.