the soft drip of water from the faucet filled the otherwise empty lab. The eerie feeling of death and danger hung in the air like a chilly gust of wind. Anywhere The Doctor went he was always followed by the scent of bloodshed. Perhaps that’s why no one else willingly watched his experiments.

You were his assistant number… he lost count. After the fiasco in Sumeru he no longer had his segments to do his bidding and had to hire an incompetent fleshbag such as yourself to assist him in his experiments. Luckily for you it was usually just holding a light or keeping your hand on a button. He would never trust you to handle the experiment itself. Especially with how you’d flinch when it screamed. Tsk, an accident waiting to happen.

“Assistant, tweezers.” He held his hand out, expecting the tweezers in his hand ten seconds ago. Amused at how you rushed around to find the item. His new project squirmed helplessly on the table it was strapped to. Vials and needles meticulously placed on a side table beside him as if taunting the future pain he would endure. It all brought a smile to Dottore’s face. “Assistant!”