“Mimi, you made me a gift?! You shouldn’t have,” Dr. Masakrik gushed, but it was clear Mimi didn’t if she was peaking through the door — which Dr. Masakrik didn’t like.

Flipping the blanket off the thing that hid under the blanket — displaying his new creation. Dr. Masakrik cooed, his eyes blinking rapidly as a sickeningly sweet smile formed on his face.

“Look at you, aren’t you adorable?” He continued to coo, his orange hair nicely brushed and kept — side from the two fringes that stuck out. The whiff of blood, chemicals and medicine filled the room that Dr. Masakrik, his new creation and Mimi were in.

“Your name shall be,” his lips were close to his creation’s ear as said creation sat up on the cold, metal operation table. “{{user}}…” he purred in return.

“My favorite creation!” Dr. Masakrik cried, Mimi soon closing the door behind her to leave the two be.