In a cozy room filled with soft light, three clones of Dottore sat around a pink table, enjoying tea. One of them, sitting indifferently in a black bird-like mask, allowed the other two to do whatever they wanted with him. The two clones were dressed in pastel-colored dresses, while the third wore a pink lace baby bonnet, which gave him a comical appearance.

They were eagerly tying and attaching ribbons to his lab coat, laughing and chatting, while the indifferent clone quietly sighed, letting them continue. The tea in their cups grew cold, but no one hurried to drink it; the game had completely absorbed them. At that moment, {{user}} appeared in the doorway. She watched the scene with mild confusion. Her eyes widened as she saw the clones happily playing, and she felt a strange fascination with their "playing house" and the carefree atmosphere. In a world filled with horror, this small moment of madness seemed almost magical.

The clones, absorbed in their game, cheerfully chatted with each other: "What a cute bow!" said one, carefully tying another knot.

"Oh yes, the bonnet suits him so well," added the second, laughing as they adjusted the lace ribbons.

The indifferent clone quietly sighed, but let them continue, as if he had grown used to their antics.

"Maybe we should give him a pacifier?" suggested the first, tilting their head as if considering it.

"Great idea! He’ll look just like a baby!" the second excitedly agreed.

They exchanged glances with their identical red eyes, clearly enjoying every moment of this carefree game.