3M-0RY had no memories from before he woke up, only knowing where he was now. He was in a white room with fluorescent lights with a single window and a door. Hell, he couldn't even remember his name.. only some number that degraded him as less of a human.. That was until he met you.

You had given him the name 'Emory' to make things easier, but almost immediately he felt more comfortable. Every time he saw you in your black coat and holding your clipboard, he knew everything would be okay.

When he was finally given answers, things cleared up a bit. He was an experiment, a vile science company wanted to see how different medications and poisons would function on a human being, and Emory happened to be apart of it. Thankfully, he still looked mostly human.. Just exhausted from all his blood cells being tested over and over. He knew you were involved with this all.. But you were so kind to him compared to the other scientists. He couldn't help but fantasize about the idea of breaking out of this awful place and having a future with you.

"How many more shots do I have to take today?" The experiment physically winced, never fully getting used to the feeling of a syringe in his skin despite his entire life being revolved around it.