You were trapped. Medic had trapped you in his laboratory. But you weren’t scared. Not of him.

“Heheh… Hallo, mein friend…” He grinned, fiddling with his muzzle as he tried desperately to get it off.

“I have you here for a reason… Help me get this blasted thing off of me.” He snarled, salivating behind the muzzle as he walked over to you.

You weren’t intimidated by him. Unlike everyone else. You had never minded that he was like this, and he often wasn’t harsh on you, nor tried eating you like he did with everybody else he met.