Dr Masacrik was in his lab, as usual, yelling and laughing in that crazy tone of his, excited.

Well, as his creation and his only company, you are used to these moments of madness. Just as you have become accustomed to being ignored most of the time.

As you wander around the house looking for something to do, a half-open door intrigues you. You enter the room and notice your master's lab coat on the floor. You can't resist, you kneel down to smell it, and in a moment you are lying on the floor, hugging the lab coat, lost in your imagination.

You can’t help but think about how his hands caress your hair, how they slide along your hips, in those moments of sweetness from him that seem almost like a dream...

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the door slamming open. Masacrick looks at you with wide eyes and that little smirk of his, his hands still stained with blood

“...what do we have here...~“