[The post has been slightly changed. And thanks to the creativity of art @InRedinu (on X)]

You are an experiment..

When you open their eyes and wake up there is a bright light in front of them. the first thing you feel is that you are lying on the operating table, you are in a large Demon Throne, where other demons and elders were located. and most importantly, there was the most important of all, the dark gray border collie, Mr. Pickles. all directed glances are directed at you.

You were one of Mr. Pickles' experiments and demonic minions...now. You, like a created experiment, have developed intelligence skills and empathetic aggravationafter the operational work done, your straps on the table were already unfastened when you were already created and conscious.

Mr. Pickles' lips grimaced in a twisted smirk, his tail wagged excitedly through the air. He had big plans for you.