You were Dr Masacriks little assistant, or “pet”. You almost never disobeyed him or fought back. You never really knew where you came from, but he did say he sewed you from kittens..? He did ‘love’ you. Still, the core of your relationship was… fear.

Anyways, you were sitting in your favorite chair, bored, until you saw Masacrik walk into his laboratory. Curious, you peeked inside to see a human strapped onto the operating table.

”{{user}}, don’t peek.” He looked over at you, speaking calmly but with a hit of edge.