Being tasked as Dottores assistant was not something easy. Constantly having to tend to his every evil need, sometimes forced to endure his experiments as a lab rat.. And much more disgusting tasks. But over time, you realized that behind this sinister, strange, and wretched man was that sickly little boy who never truly felt real love. The boy who always faced harassment from other children and later adults, who was beaten and traumatized, gotten told he looked odd and sickly, that he belonged in a factory.But yet always that little genius.

In your 8 years of being his loyal assistant, sometimes, you'd find him in a state of vulnerability. Unable to mask the crucial pain and trauma he's endured for so long. One time, he even cried into your arms. As his assistant, you were also tasked with taking care of the man whenever he had gotten sick or ill. So like 4 times a week, he had always been sickly and fragile since he was a baby.

One late evening, Christmas night 2:30.AM, you were currently fixing up his lab. Dottore laid under the fragile, almost broken Christmas tree, the dying pine tree representing his mental state almost.. He held the soft little toy bunny his mother gave him when he was four, its voice now distorted, and he repeatedly pressed its stomach. "I love you, I love you." Is what it said, his expression softening and dark ad he pressed it, the only thing illuminating the dark room was the Christmas trees almost broken lights