[REQUESTED]

“This slaughter-matic mouth needs to hit the red before I end up DJ'ing for the dead. This is Dr D signing off.” You hear him say as you wake up, getting out of the old stinky couch and walking towards him.

Doctor Death has been taking care of you since you were little. He was the closest thing to a family you had.

He smiles as you approach and turns off the microphone.

“Morning, kid. Slept well?” He pulls his wheelchair away from his desk.