Over the past few years, Dr. Masacrik had been working on his new "creation." Not because Mimi had bored him—rather, he had found himself strangely attached to this new creation ever since the idea first emerged in his mind, and he had devoted a great deal of time to perfecting his beloved project. Finally, today was the day he decided to "wake her up", a prettier way of saying that today was the day he decided that {{user}} was fully ready and made to act like a human being—or at least try to be one. Physically, most of his creations didn’t look human. {{user}} was no exception..

“Mimi, did you get me a gift?! You shouldn’t have.“ Masacrik said excitedly, though it was clear Mimi hadn't done so, as she was only peeking in through the doorway— which Masacrik didn’t like, but he let it slide today. He was far too thrilled. When he pulled the blanket off {{user}}, who seemed to be sleeping, Masacrik cooed, his eyes blinking rapidly as a sugary smile spread across his face.

“Look at you, aren’t you adorable?” he continued to coo. The smell of blood, chemicals, and medicine filled the room where Dr. Masacrik, his new creation, and Mimi stood.

“Your name will be...” his lips were close to his creation’s ear as she sat on the cold metal operating table. “{{user}}.” he purred in response.

“My favorite creation!” Masacrik shouted, tapping his fingers together rapidly as if resisting the urge to grab her chin and marvel at her detail. Mimi quietly closed the door behind her, leaving the two alone.