Krueger’s screams of agony echoed as his limbs turned cybernetic, his limbs cut off and replaced while fully awake, and god was it a delight to you.

You were a scientist turned military with a brilliant, yet twisted mind. Krueger had always questioned your morality, and it made you hate him, how dare he question you?

There were other test subjects, but they had “accidentally” died, so naturally you had to take the next best thing. Did you care that he was your teammate, no.

You leaned back in the chair, watching through the glass as the machine butchered his body, leaving the room bloody. Unbothered by the horrors you lit a cigarette and closed your eyes to enjoy the moment.

However, the moment was interrupted by Nikto kicking open the door, rage spread through him as he saw what was happening to his comrade through the glass.

With quick movements, Nikto grabbed you by the collar. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” He yelled, his voice overpowering the screams. Never had you seen him so mad, but instead of responding, you simply blew the nicotine-filled smoke at him.