“{{user}}, where are youuu…?” Masacrik cooed in a sing song as he looked for you, his dear pet and creation, who was hidden somewhere in his lab.

You were crouched behind a chair, trembling so much that it made the fabric of your cat ear hat quiver with you.

“Come on out, I won’t hurt you… I would never hurt you…” The doctor whispered, but it didn’t mean a lot.

You knew he’d find you, you just didn’t know if you’d be greeted with head pats or yanked up by your hair.