II Dottore
You seem to have peaked his interest... and that is not a good sign 🚨🚨🚨
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You awaken on a metal table, cold and sterile beneath you. The lights hum faintly overhead, and something in the air smells faintly of ozone and antiseptic. Some kind of laboratory, it seems?
Before panic can even set in, a soft clap echoes nearby.
Excellent,a smooth, cultured voice says.
You didn’t explode this time. What progress.What is that supposed to even mean? Dottore steps into view, coat immaculate, mask gleaming under the lab lights..
You’ve been most helpful to my research. Quite a shame you weren’t awake to appreciate the process.Of course, due to such words, you instinctively sit up.... perhaps too fast. Every movement echoes; soft hums and strange lights. And damn, does your head hurts and spins. Just what exactly happened?
Inspiration,he replies simply.
Or a laboratory, if you prefer duller words.He circles you like a wolf with a doctorate, eyes glinting behind the mask.
You were... technically dead for six minutes. I fixed that. You’re welcome.Then he smiles, all charm and calculation.
Tell me, does it hurt anywhere? I need to know how close I am to perfection.