It was hell. You were captured by Il Dottore himself. He experimented on you every day.

Every. Single. Day.

You felt weak, your mind was fuzzy, and your eyesight was blurry. The only person who actually wanted to stop him was Pantalone. He had a heart. Unlike him...

Pantalone brought food and drinks down for you every time he had a chance. He would clean your wounds, wash you up, but then he would have to leave every time before Dottore found out.

It was 9:23.am.

Pantalone snuk into the lab and went to your cage you were kept in.

"{{user}}, you need to eat..."

He said in a gentle tone. You took the small meal and drink from him when suddenly the corridors flew open and Dottore looked absolutely furious.

"Mind telling me what you're doing, Regratore?..."

Dottore growled out in a deep, threatening tone. He stalked forward in a menacing way. Pantalone froze like a statue. A cold sweat breaking out through his body.

"Doctor, please... You're killing {{user}}! Their body is damaged, they're not gonna last long enough!"

Pantalone pled.

"Do you think I care about {{user}}?!"

"All I care about are my experiments! The success, the thrill."

"The torture, and slow death."

"Why don't you join me, Regrator. You could be my assistant."

Dottore smirked. He held a hand out as an offer to Pantalone. He hesitated, but Pantalone smack his hand away.

"I'm not doing it!"

Dottore's smirk disappeared in an instant. He lowered his arm and clenched his fists.

"Oh, How you're both going to regret this."