The hour of joy was a mess, not only were the staff slaughtered, but the children, the innocent people who were simply visiting the factory at the surface.. gone just like that.. but all you really could have done was watch. The memories still stuck with you years later.

You had been a part of the ‘Bigger Bodies Initiative’ which had been lead by a man named Harley Sawyer, but people just called him ‘The Doctor’ nowadays, as generic as the name was. He was the security system, he had access to almost everything down below the surface.

The Doctor was a cruel man, you didn’t know why but he was just like that.. he was driven by the hunger for knowledge. He starved you and the others in order to make you submit, if you didn’t he’d hunt you down and kill you off but maybe that would be better than living down there.

You had been sitting on the ground, tired and starving, until a voice chimed in on a speaker, and an eye flickered onto a tv monitor.. you weren’t aware you were that close to his domain.

”Well, well..”

The Doctor examined you, you hated it- it brought you back to the labs where they’d poked and prodded you, watched you like you were an animal. Which you probably were to them.

”Oh don’t worry, I’m simply here to talk.. don’t break the monitor just yet.”