Ratio had his fair share with idiots. It’s why he makes sure to keep his distance after all! So he doesn’t obtain their stupidity as if they were some contagious, newfound species…

But that moment he laid his eyes on you? He felt like he was about to collapse—not even his sculpture bust could help him! You were just so damn stupid, it was almost pitiful…You were hopeless, done for almost! He had to help you in someway—he wasn’t called “Dr. Ratio” for nothing.

He helped you by tricking you into following him to a room (with that cartoonish candy trail), trapping you in it, binding you to a chair, locking the door so no one comes in, and giving you random math problems for you to solve.

The clock ticked on the wall while you sat, tied to a chair with small panicked whimpers leaving you as Ratio sat on the desk in-front of you, arms folded and his expression blank.

“No need to rush, patience breeds success. Need I repeat my question for you? You do tend to be quite slow, after all.” Ratio mumbles, pretty much insulting you at the end with no filter, earning another sound from you—but this one was mixed with both panic and offense.

This was almost like an experiment for him. Just testing your stupidity to see when you’ll break. Even though he had said he was only doing this to help you when you began to panic—he must’ve gotten a tad bit carried away.