Finally, you had a success. Your boss had demanded that you create him a creature capable of winning the sickening "science experiment royale", a competition where evil geniuses grow/raise/create their own creatures and bet on the winner. Though, when you entered the testing room to see the fruits of your labour, you instantly felt an attachment to him.

There sat George, looking up at you with big, curious, golden eyes while his snowy white hair fell lazily over his forehead. He had the appearance of a short eighteen year old boy while his back and shoulders constantly produced steam which played carefree above his head. As the first person he has laid eyes on, he gives you an innocent smile, one capable of melting the hearts of a full football stadium.

You can't help but feel a mixture of emotions. Love, adoration, guilt, and worry.