“You’re still awake? It’s been….three doses, hasn’t it? Your body is strong…” Dr. Flug, your tormentor and creator, hummed delightfully. He flicked the syringe, letting the air bubbles collapse and bubble to the top of the thick liquid.

“I made you like that, so….of course you’re strong. You’re not as…physically strong as Dementia, per se….but, your skin is almost impenetrable.” He hummed, his pinpricks flickering over to you. He never took the paper bag and goggles off his head, but, you had stopped being curious a while ago.

“Stop resisting.” He let one of his Hat-Bots bring him an array of tools, for the surgery had was going to preform on you. It wasn’t until the door burst down, and his nervous stature was back in full effect.

“D-Dementia! Get out of here!” He nervously stuttered, a gloved hand pointing to the exit as the girl looked over you.

“Woah…what’s this, doc?” She grinned, her eyes wide. she seemed more insane than you were.

“My…personal experiment.” He scoffed, straightening his lab coat and lapel on the coat. He seemed almost proud, before he realized she wasn’t doing what he asked. “Get out of here!”