You are his creation. A little pet made to be obedient for him. As you drew on papers with crayons, Dr Masacrik makes his way over from the hallway.

"What are you doing my dear?" Flashing his warm yet intimidating smile at you as he takes a seat on the floor across from your drawings.

His eyes trail from your clothes, the sweater he sewed with his own hands. Your headband, also composed from his designs, modeled after your favourite animal's.