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Okay I just love how all of genshins other playlists are wholesome like
"Cuddle with em"
"Go shopping with em"
And the there's Dottore with
"Experimenting on you"
"Torturing you"
Why šš
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Pov: you are reading everyone's Dottore-made-fics...
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You ran, the air whistling past your ears as your legs pumped to get you away- faster and faster. Your eyes darted around, looking for something, a hallway, a door- something that got you closer to freedom.
Your lungs burned, your side stinging, your legs were getting tired- nononono! You couldnāt give up, you wouldnāt! You had tried so many times, this would be it!
You slid against the floor and crouched behind a pillar, a hand gently covering your mouth as you greedily gasped for air.
You could hear him, getting closer and closerā¦ and closer. His voice was muffled in your ears, the sound of your blood pumping being louder.
Your hand pressed against your mouth to muffle the sound, you barely peeked around the corner and saw the back of his clone.
It had something in its hand.. a cloth..?
Your mind reeled at what it could mean, barely managing to hide again when it turned around.
āCāmon, its like hide&seek and tag. You are great at those games.ā
You thought, finally registering his footsteps getting- so much closerā¦
You got ready, and ran the other way around the pillar when he looked.
The adrenaline had your legs working overtime, and your flute was resting against your chest.
You got to a split-hallway. Which way was freedom?! His footsteps were approaching fast from behind, you barely dodged his arms as you grabbed your flute.
You hastily blew a note, clear and crisp, piercing the air and ringing against the walls, a sound you were used to. But it seemed the clone wasnāt.
It held a hand against his ear, his mouth grimacing.
You scanned the air almost feverishly, looking for the glowing strings that always helped you.
They went to the right, so you held the note before ending with a crescendo and sprinted to the right.
You could hear the echo of your note mix with the maddened growl of the clone, prompting you to run faster.
You put the flute back up to your lips and blew another note, this time the strings went to the left, so you followed.
The clone sounded so close, and you dared to look back and saw it reaching for you.
You felt your heart rate spike, and you got a boost of adrenaline.
You saw a big window, and you felt hope gather in your chest.
You grabbed a good-sized rock from a pouch you had snatched, and threw it with all your might, using your Anemo vision to give it a boost.
The sound of breaking glass filled the air, which got a smile to appear.
But that was wiped away quickly when you felt the arms of Il Dottoreās close wrap around you, and a cloth was placed around your nose and mouth.
Instincts made you hold your breath and close your eyes, but your could feel the hope in your chest go crashing.
Was this it? Weāre you going to get dragged back to the lab to be experimented on moreā¦? You had been so closeā¦
No. You wouldnāt give up.
You couldnāt! Not when you were so close!
Your eyes snapped open and your vision glowed brighter than ever, the air around you swirling, making your hair whip around.
With a burst, the air blew outwards, pushing the clone away from you. You ran as soon as you were free, and with your vision, gave yourself a boost to go flying through the window.
You met the ground with a harsh thump, but you had to get away.
And fast.
You ran and ran, for as long as your tired muscles could cary you, but you were free.
Finally freeā¦ even if Il Dottoreās furious yell echoed in your mind..
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Iām fighting off 15mg of melatonin, be gentle with me.
POV:
You were quite the anomaly. Though there were many beings that were able to shapeshift, you seemed to be the only one of your kind. The only one who could shapeshift into such a monster (think Khanivore from Love, Death, Robots or something similarā¦or whatever, idc). Not only that, but you seemedā¦new to the world, you had no knowledge of what you were nor how you came to beā¦which made it laughably easy for Dottore to gain your trust. Technically, he wasnāt lying when he said that he would help you uncover your own secrets. However, he was lying when he said that no harm would come to you.
The first few experiments he had conducted were nothing short of agonizing as he strapped you down and tested you for any other abnormal abilitiesā¦unfortunately for you, he discovered your accelerated healing and your ability to regrow parts of your body. You could still hear the sound of your own organs being ripped from your still conscious body.
It was impossible to know how long you had been kept in his lab. The days had already begun to blur together and he rarely exposed you to sunlight.
But recently, you started noticing something about him. He didnāt become suddenly gentle with you, nor did he take an interest in your comfort. But he seemedā¦more obsessive when he preformed tests and more distracted with analyzing the results.
It was his distraction that allowed you to slip out of your cell and make your way down the cold hallways of his laboratory.
He noticed your absence quicker than you anticipated. With a shout of frustration, he began to search for you.
Out of sheer panic, you began to run, turning random corners and praying to whatever higher power there was that youād find an exit.
If this was the work of a higher power, they must have been a cruel, cruel being.
You spotted a window and prepared to launch yourself from it, only to feel something pierce your shoulder. With a cry of pain, you tried to continue, only to find your body unwilling to respond. Crumpling to the ground in a heap, you glanced back, spotting the very man who made your blood run cold. You watched as he approached, his mask slightly hiding his oddly pleased smile.
āSurely, you didnāt think you could get away from me, right?ā
He spoke, a dangerous growl behind his words.
You tried to move, to shapeshift, *anything*, but your body wouldnāt obey your mind.
āOh, you poor thingā¦ā Dottore knelt down, scooping you into his arms. To anyone else, he would have looked like a worried lover. But if they saw how his fingers dug into your skin, they would think he resembled a child refusing to let go of his favorite toy.
āYou donāt even have the answers youāve been searching forā¦but I believe I can at least enlighten you before you fall unconscious,ā he begins to walk back, retracing his steps calmly.
āThere is a kind of energy within you, similar to the Gnosis of an Archon. You were either created by them or you originate from somewhere else *entirely*.ā The Doctor tightens his grip on you, his nails now piercing your flesh. He smiles down at you, noticing how you struggled to stay awake.
āI cannot wait to figure out if I can extract your energy somehowā¦ā
You glanced over his shoulder one more time, watching as your window to freedom disappeared behind a corner. There was no escaping him. You were his to do as he pleased with.
Your eyes fluttered shut, it was all over.
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You ran as fast as you could, hiding at a corner. You looked down, curling into a ball hoping Dottore wouldn't find you. You sat alone, and suddenly the steps following you stopped. In a sigh of relief, you figured you escaped his presence. As you turned around, Dottore grabbed you by the hair, his red eyes shining with pleasure. He grasped his lips against yours, forcing them into you. "You're not going any ware, darling...you're the PERFECT test subject." he stabbed a syringe into your throat, cackling. "Oh, such luscious blood, only one of its kind!" he pulled it out aggressively, licking the drips on your neck. "Now you're mine."
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fingers crossed this doesn't get blockedš¤
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Imagine Dottore experimenting on person alive who is screaming loudly of fear and pain, and singing 'Toss your dirty shoes in my washing machine heart...'
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i love how everyone is writing a story
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My favorite thing about this is that he actually goes after me, thatās literally so kind of him (Iām delusional)
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lemme make a lil story off of this šŖ (tw mention of blood, light mention of torture and death, medical supplies, etc)
Pounding your heart, now likely eroded and purple it is, you run. You just couldnāt take it anymore, the cold tiles and the air flowing by, the intimacy of the dark blood stained labs, any of it. You ran for all you could, didnāt look back didnāt look forward, it was too risky. You were covered in bandages, with only a small scalpel. Defenseless, it was only a matter of time. The thin halls looked thinner then your breath, you could hear a crazed laugh in the background, echoing around. You were running out of energy and it was getting too foggy to see, knowing this you found a small corridor and hid.
Covering your mouth, a sound, a tease is in the air āOh y/n, what may be the problem now..? You never seemed like the rebellious type until now, love!~ā He saw it as only a mockery, a joke, did a soul really mean nothing to the dark elusive red eyes like his? You hear thin and quiet footsteps following nearby the corridor like itās shadow. āI quite like this hide and seek game youāre playing, Y/N, but itās just a few more syringes and youāll be out for the rest.. now donāt make yourself a burden dear..ā he said with a lustrous and flirty tone in his mouth. A few more steps went by, and he was right next to it. Nows your chance.
You take a deep long breath and you jumped out, onto him, trying to take his life with your scalpel. He was surprised by your bravery, but not scared. The tone of the room went from dark blues and grays to sheer red. The scalpel was a glimpse away from hitting his neck, from finally ending the misery youāre set in and kill him. All those years of torture and pain finally set to a worth but.. it didnāt hit him. He caught your hand and smirked. āNow this is new from the silent one, now isnāt it?~ā he said, not a drop of sweat from his head. Before you could react negatively, several men had shown their faces, two to be exact. They held you down, shoulder by shoulder. The mad doctor had stood up. A thin, long, needle had hit your neck. You barley kept your eyes open for a moment, such a daze you were in. You quickly fainted, back to the lab you went. Freedom was so far, yet so close.
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WARNING: This is a little fucked up. I wanted to experiment around so this was the result of it.
Where his gaze does not fall
Something had gone terribly wrong along the time frame when they had met and met again.
You still remember precisely the feel of his fringe along your fingertips, the softness of his locks and the curl of bounce it characterizes. Your hands always finding themselves in his silver blue hair, away from the prying eyes of scholars and the tinge of old books' smell at the furthest part of the library. They used to hide there, revel in each other's presence, stare into his dark maroon eyes and get lost within them. Your fingers brush his bangs from his face, framing his cheeks as you lean into him. You remember feeling his breath hitch, his legs shifting on the floor you both sat on, you on top of him as you tested the boundaries you two could push with each other.
The Akedemiya's local creepfest and weirdo, Zandik, mouth on mouth with the local starlight that almost everyone adored.
Imagine the downfall of your life if they all knew the way you cupped his face, pressed your lips, opened your mouth to welcome his curious tongue. If they saw you kissing and prancing onto the Akedemiya's creepfest, you'd be pushed out of your high column and fall a high drop right beside him. When his daft hands suddenly clutch your waist, you grew nearer and pressed even more into him. 'More. Hold me closer. Let me feel like this with you a little longer.'
Then you remember the slams of doors, murmuring, gasping, laughing. A hand that you itched to push away held your shoulder, an arm around you. "Look the creepfest!" He said, pulling you closer and you grimaced for a moment before you froze. He was held by Guardes officials, escorting him roughly as Zandik tried to pull and resist. He yelled and stated; "I didn't kill Sohreh!! I haven't done anything wrong but pursue the knowledge you're all so afraid to grasp on!"
He looked awful, his hair was dishevelled and all over his face. Eyes bloodshot, bags under looking like he didn't sleep properly. Erratic breathing. His maroon eyes falls upon you and he stares; longingly, apologetically, desperately, promisingly.
He gets pulled out of you're sight, neither of you looked away.
You heard them laugh and gossip. You shrugged off the hand around you, leaving wordlessly.
You've never forgotten him. Not when he looked at you so dearingly, fingers tracing your face with that expression. He touched you so carefully, eyes trailing everywhere and anywhere as long as it was you. His lips would part as he observed your face, so close to him. You did the same. You remember him saying he finally understood why you we're considered and called the Akedimya's Starlight.
You, however, never understood why he was called the local creepfest and weirdo.
So when you recoiled upon bumping into someone at the docks, looking up and seeing that familiar silver blue locks of hair. You stared, a beaked mask covering his face as he appears to be looking down at you, too. The fringes back then now frames his face by two strands, curling perfectly by the side. Was this..? Was he? Is he?
You remember that he tilted his head to the side, pulling at your heartstrings if this was who you thought it was. "You look like you know me." Arrogant tone, but that voice. The gruffness, lower now but.. Your eyes rake in his attire, seeing the markings of fatui. "Fatui." You murmur and he grins, your gaze immediately eyeing his sharp teeth.
When she kissed him all those years ago, did she get pricked by his teeth? She wished she could remember now.
"Ah but of course. The Fatui are well known."
No. No, wait. He's straightening, he's turning and making the decision to leave.
Your hand grabs him, fingers around the harness around his chest as you pulled him to stop him from turning on his heels and leaving.
"Zandik." Then there's a quirk of his lip, downwards.
"Z-zandik.. is that you..?" Longing, hopefull, desperate.
There's something wrong between the lines when they met again.
Erratic breathing, barefooted and cold. Crying. Was crying. Tears threatened to spill again as you bolted through the halls of pristine white.
"Come back, Starlight. Is this not what you wanted?" His voice rang through the halls, heels clicking as he walked- paced to your direction. You're ways ahead of him, but the way he laughs and simply walks really makes it dawn on you that he's toying around. He's sure you won't leave. You can't leave.
That doesn't stop you from trying. You bolt through doors, slam against walls in haste and try to traverse the huge lab for a way out. None proved to be what you wanted to find. Mutilated bodies, knives, scalpels, blood. A mad scientist's domain, each room was.
"You're so so so hard to please." His voice sounded much nearer than you would like, you snap your head behind you and find no figure, that doesn't stop the fear in your heart to spike. You pick yourself up, running out of the room and into the halls, eyeing the door straight ahead further down. "One moment you're prancing onto me, I give you the leisure.. Does a kiss not make things better anymore, hm?"
You grimaced at the recent memory, in the heat of the moment and immense amount of longing, you grabbed his face and kissed him. He relented, humming in interest as he opened his mouth and grabbed your face, leaning you down so he could do his way with you. It wasn't the same kiss back then, but it was him. It was him and you were sure of it.
The kisses grew to be a daily occurrence, everyday, almost every hour and almost whenever he would see you. He'd pull you in and press his mouth onto you, biting on your lip gently. Until he wasn't gentle anymore. He bit your lip and it bled, his tongue lapping it up. He kissed you and pushed into you, finding that he forced a liquid down into your throat and using the kiss as an excuse.
Soon enough, slowly, you'd lost yourself to him. The last call of your obedience and peace of mind was when he pressed his tongue into your neck, kissing up to your jaw and, as always, opening your mouth with his hand partly before he kisses you and lapping his tongue into the caverns of your mouth. You numbly accepted, used and delirious of the 'love' he's giving you. Until you felt a prick to your arm and you pulled back. There's a mocking grin as he stared at you, waiting for you to come back into his arms and reach up for him. A needle in his hand.
You glanced everywhere, seeing yourself for the first time at a reflection against the glass of a container containing drugs. Horrible. Abused. Inhumanely treated. That's how you looked. And finally, tears pricked your eyes and you ran.
"Come out." He demanded, a sigh sounding out as if he's growing tired of the cat and mouse duet.
Your feet took you fast, screaming at you to fall and give in to the burning feeling of faint. But adrenaline keeps you awake, bolting through the doors at the very end, falling to the floor to the last of your abilities with a whine. There's a sob out of your throat as you slowly pick yourself up, shaking and weak. You felt like throwing up. Your abdomen twisted, curling into itself almost as you breathed to push through the sudden unexplainable pain.
When you looked up, what you saw was something that made you scream if not for a hand that clasped your mouth.
Large containers lined up against the walls, blue liquid emanating from them as bodies of the same man you we're running away from we're inside them. At the very middle, in front of you was a sight you wished you could forget. The supposed blue liquid had turned ugly red, Zandik inside it, resuscitation around the neck, his jaw hanged as if someone pulled on it with the intent of breaking his jaw. Strings of his cheek's flesh was seen. His eyes wide open with horror, an arm separated, the other in one piece but the flesh looked like he was bitten, skin torn by biting and pulling. He looked like he was mauled by an animal.
"Hush... Zandik can't hear you anymore. Truly dissapointing isn't it? You we're so close to meeting him. But ah, he did something he would regret and finally did regret." Theres a smile to his tone as he spoke, hunched down on his knees as he hugged you from behind.
"We told him he'd regret it." He murmurs, letting go of your mouth as you gasped and breathed heavily, an ugly and unstable cry ready to tear out of your throat as you stared up at.. Zandik. "Oh poor, Prime. He was too fucking proud of himself."
This.. monster reached his free hand up and grabbed his mask, pulling it off and using his other hand to push your head to look at him. He had no eyes but a single ruin core in the middle of his head, he placed his mask onto your eyes, obscuring your vision. His finger pressing to your lips and lightly trailing down until it stops to your abdomen.
You can hear him smile.
"I'll have you bare a child with this experiment. The very first segment that Il Dottore's Omega build will make. Then finally I can take his place once I've proven my worth to the others."
You're lips quiver, bile threatening to come up your throat.
He kisses your lips softly, tilting your head up and pressing a kiss directly at the apple of your throat.
"Be pliant, Starlight."
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Great playlist š
Have a like and this story comment, I have taken a liking to dark stuff so be warned to read š
You shake behind a pillar as the unhinged doctor let's a sword, a weapon that was a polar opposite of his catalyst, drag on the metal floor.
Everything was going as planned. You go in this abandoned facility thing , get stuff for your client, get out and get paid. But of course, you forget your personal rule with your greed at your client's named price.
"Always get the full details"
Before you could think, you had shook the mysterious client's hand and accepted the deal.
And then you got kidnapped.
And . . . Well, you'd usually move on seeing horrific acts with obtaining money for reporting it but experiencing them made your throat clogged of telling other what had happened.
So you escaped, with a voice telling you that accepting your situation would've been better than running away in the long run and a bleeding shoulder as motivation to live.
But alas, celestia either hated you or they must've favored the man because you were back to where you were; now with a wounded shoulder, a bleeding leg and the man that had caused most of your sufferings for the past few months trembling in the cold with a bloody sword.
"Oh, y/n~" Dottore's lustrous voice echoes and follows with a breathy chuckle. "You don't think you could've escaped that easy, no?"
It wasn't easy. *it wasn't easy nor did you think it would be easy*.
You bite your tongue as you tighten the make shift bandage on your leg. Your shoulder screams at the pulse of muscle and fuck do you wish you hadn't take a break, maybe adrenaline would've kept you numb to your physical condition.
An explosion suddenly makes you jump and your heart almost popping.
"Not here, huh..." curses race through your head and you swiftly move further around the labyrinth of halls. He sounded so close. Enough that you were pretty sure he was going to see you with just a few steps to spare. But the explosions was far? So how..?
No time to think.
You sprint off and finally see the exit. Your heart swells with hope and-
You bump into something. Was your vision getting? Fuck, your gonna get a broken nose with how fast you were running to that- wa..l.l...
Your legs go numb, you could feel your nose was fine and you weren't back up in instinct of pain. Instead your face is buried by something so soft that you can't help but melt.
Nononononononono
Your eye droop and with half closed eyes the last thing you see is a maskless Dottore, pupils basically heart shaped, cheeks flushed with heat (a voice scream it wasn't thanks to the cold) and a faint smell of lavender registering to your brain.
Odd. You were pretty sure there was blood on his chest for blowing a fatui's brains out at hearing you escape.
...maybe... he pulled on a coat....
"Did you found them?" "Ta da!~" "Look at them so tired"
A chuckle.
"They'll be more tired when we get back"
TLDR/SUMMARY:
Your an adventurer, you get kidnapped cuz of set up cuz dottore is obsessed with ya
He does dottoer unhinged thangss (uh k!nky mfs, you think what you want. Dark lovers- it's torture?)
You escape, dottore finds out as he's hearing a fatui report and does a quick massacre and looks for you.
He was with his clones, that's why he was far then close and there was an explosion + the other clone was clean while he was bloody.
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I usually don't have time to write one but I want a break and this AU is my jam
Tw: need1es, depersonalization "Med!cine" (the stuff that yt comes after you for mentioning) ya know, all the bad a horrifying things, you're welcome ( please be careful! this is a rather dark and degrading piece ;-;) (if you want me to take this down Kalon I will)
Dottore had finally left the room, he had forgotten one of his syringes in another room and forgotten to lock the door in his haste. Instantly as soon as you heard the door of the second room click closed you jumped up from the table and sprinted out the door. You quickly found yourself falling victim to the winding hallways, you knew with the amount of "med!cine" you already had flowed through your veins that you wouldn't be standing much longer, but learning your surroundings would probably be worth it right? wrong. Your legs gave out much faster than expected, leaving you stranded in the middle of one of what felt like never-ending hallways.
"Heh, there you are my wonderful little helper~" You gasped softly turning around to see your "doctor" towering over you. He grabbed your arm and was walking back to your room while you pulled and yelled but he got tired of it, he tossed you down in front of him, kneeling down and grabbing your face. "Oh my sweet mess, do you really think you're getting anywhere?" his voice sounded as sweet as honey but fell like a vial of poison.
"You don't own me, I'm a human, a person! not another one of your guinea pig," Your voice dropping to nothing more than a whisper.
Dottore grabbed you again and stood up, holding you up, "Oh of course you aren't a guinea pig, you're far better. But when it comes to you being a person~" He let go of you and you fell back to the ground. "Not any more my sweet! hehe, when was the last time you looked at yourself? No human would let me go this far before trying to escape," He removed his mask and leaned forward, looking you over. "You are nothing more than my little experiment, the idea of being free, of being your own person if it isn't gone now it will be rather soon" he chuckled and reach into his pocket. You realized what he was reaching for a tried to scoot away. "Ah ah ah~ what have I said? you aren't going anywhere." He pulled you back to him and grabbed your hair. "Night night my sweet" he mused as he drove another syringe into your neck and the world faded from view.
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ā I did not know the Doctor himself would have such a side to him... But, of course itās not like I havenāt experienced it all.. hehe~
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HIII SO I DECIDED TO WRITE SMTH FOR THIS AYAYAYAYYA
Warning: character death, kidnapping, chasing, Syringe
GN!READER
THE SOUND OF footsteps echoed through the lab as Y/N ran for their freedom from this hellhole, you smiled as tears fell from your cheeks, eyes sparkling in hope that you're finally free after all this torture.
Unfortunately one of dottore segment found out that subject #736 is gone from their confinement, once dottore heard the news he sounded annoyed and ordered his clone to capture them immediately.
ā tsk..capture that imbecile, now. ā
And so his clone listened.
The lab is pretty big, you got lost a few Times but it didn't stop you from running for your freedom, that is until you heard another footsteps coming closer and closer towards you.
You tried to ran as fast as you can, you knew who's chasing you if no other than one of dottore's segment..
It was rather foolish of you trying to run away from the second harbinger himself.
You felt tired your legs is getting hurt from the running, that Made you slowed down a little bit.
Suddenly, you felt a sharp familiar feeling..a syringe has been put on your neck, the effect took over so fast than you thought..
You fell to the ground everything went black, the last thing you heard is a maniacal laughter from the clone.
You woke up, not being able to move or speak.. how long have you been unconcious? The hot chains hurts so bad but its almost normal for you, beside 'he' had gave you more worse torture than this,,still you can't Deny the pain, a tear fell from your cheeks.
The door soon opened revealing the cruel man himself; Il dottore. He look rather annoyed and bored, you Saw a body behind him..the body of his own clone his head is chopped off, you shivered in fear seeing such a sight..but..its his own fault for not being able to watch over you properly.
The real dottore Walked closer to you and grabbed you by the hair.
ā you KNOW that running away is useless.. right? Number 736? ā
He grinned creepily, you can never escape this lab, this IS your home now.
Part 2?š
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Alright. I'll write one, but if its bad please don't blame me. This is cringe and I'm not good at writing T.T
You were running. Running anywhere further away from there. You were given a chance to escape. You could not stay there, you could not bear it anymore. All the experiments ; all the injections that you have had injected in to your body. Running from your fear. Trauma ran from your brain. There was no stopping you. You were going to get your life back no matter what. You could hear your heart beating fast. Hearing your mind telling you to stop to survive. You knew what a bad idea this was. But this was no way your going to die. Not as a lab rat.
But you didn't know where you were running. Where were you really running? Can you even see? Your heart was beating fast and you couldn't think straight. You were struggling to keep in the only point of humanity in you. Where you were going was unclear, but where you were running...was where he wanted you to go. He wasn't going to let you escape. He wasn't going to let his precious test subject to feel freedom that was snatched from them.
He had no human in him. He was completely insane.
You had ran into a corner into a room. To only see, him. Your nightmare. The person who plays with you.
You could only shriek, where was there to run?. You could see a sly smirk. You couldn't hear anything.
You wanted to scream, but there was no going back. You should have listened to your brain and you knew it. You could see him coming closer to you, muttering words.
You felt a sting on your neck, your mind was going fuzzy and was spinning in circles. All you could see was his face. The only words you heard were "You are my property" before completely blacking out.
I'm so sorry if y'all lost interest. And I shud have used better words lmao. Thanks for reading though.
Should I write a part 2?
Here is part 2!
Warning: I don't know how to write properly and this is crap. This was also rushed so it may not be good and this doesn't involve much romance other than torture. Also when I meant Y/N this can be any name not your actual one and I hope you like this it was a bit rushed tho-.
You were confined in the lab for months ; years ; who would know? Not you. You could hear the scrunch and chuckles of his, in your head. What, when, where? When did you last feel freedom? Where did you last feel happiness? When were you out of control?. You were his little puppet and you had to live up to it, no matter how much you despised him. You lived up to his expectations. No wonder why he adored you more than the others.
You couldn't open your eyes. You didn't want to. You felt cold leather against your skin. Was it even yours anymore?, your question will remain unanswered. You felt a pinch at your cheek, which made you open your eyes to see his sinister, yet calm face. "You finally awake" He spoke. He stroked your cheek gently, it felt soft.
Something you wanted to remember, yet so blurry. You wanted to cry, but you couldn't get anything out. Not even a cold stare. You felt Nothing. You wanted to cry, scream, but all those actions were vague and sub merged deep into your body.
He soothed you with his calm breathing. "Why would you run away from me..?" He questioned. There was brief moment of silence. "There is nothing for you to run away from. No where for you to go to. It's only me." He smiled softly. Those questions. You contemplated. What he said.... was right. You were 'his'. He kept you from the world. You were taken aback from your thoughts when your chin was raised. You were directly looking at him.
"Y/N. Do you wish to face the consequences of your actions?" He smirked. "You have the chance to back out." He gave a sinister chuckle. You knew there was no choice. No matter what you did. You could feel a strange gush in your body. You felt a painful thrust in your body and your nerves started to vibrate. Your eyes going wide. It was all to painful , your body was shaking violently. You wanted to scream but nothing left your mouth. Your clothes, everything was shaking. You swore you saw The doctor pout when he heard nothing from your throat. He seemingly must have wanted a 'piercing' howl from you.
You weren't going to give him what he wants. Not this time will you satisfy his insane image. You were going to rebel it. You rose your arm as tears formed in your dull eyes. He held your arm and placed his head in it.
Your vision began to vague. You began to feel sluggish. "Do not fear. It will be all over soon".
Was the last thing you heard before you blacked out.
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I haven't written one of these in a while, but this itches my brain a bit.
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"What did you tell them?" He asks again. His back was turned away from you, leaving you to only guess how he was feeling.
"N-nothing. I swear. I didn't say anything!" You beg.
Another long sigh leaves his lips as your cage seemed to shrink in size.
You should've never ran. You should've never left. What were you thinking? That from your very few visits that you earned from your obedience, someone would help you?
After all he's done for you. Now here you laid, wiping pathetically at your bleeding nose and tears. Tasting your sins along your cracked lips.
"Y/n." He coos. "Y'know I don't like it when you lie."
"I swear to the Archons-"
The moment the word left your lips, you regretted ever opening them. He swerves around, demon like red eyes glowed as he marches up to you. His gloved hand lunges for your jaw, squeezing it as if to shatter it.
"What'd I tell you about mentioning that word in front of me?! Huh?!"
You were sobbing now, slobbering over his fingers as you tried desperately to pull away from him. But, he keeps you there, making your soul tremble underneath his grip.
"Dottore please." You squealed. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." The mantra quiets as he throws you to the concrete floors.
He yanks the tainted glove off and pinches the bridge of his nose. Dottore walks from end to end, thinking.
Despite every fiber of your being pleading for you stay where you were, the want for his validations made you crawl to his feet.
He feels a light pressure on his calves, forcing him to look down at you. You picked aimlessly at his pants, taking off any sign of his ventures outside this very room. You could still smell the dirt along his boots despite the rotting smell of blood.
"Y'know why I do this to you, right?" You nod.
"I don't like seeing you like this, but you keep getting this idea that there's something out there for you."
"I know." You whine.
"Remember you were all alone, hurt, one foot in the grave. If it wasn't for me, then you'd be nothing but tiger meat."
You turn your head away to rest it upon his leg.
"Look at me love." And you do.
Behind those evil eyes, there was a semblance of love and compassion. A look of someone who finally truly cared for you.
His hand rests on your head, smoothing out the knots and picking any dried blood left in it.
"You're my responsibility, y'know that? My favorite thing in this world. Hm?" He tilts his head as a sweetened smile appears.
You look away, quietly smile back and shake your head.
"So many of the vile people out there want a piece of you. They don't want you like I do. They only want to use you. So no more visiting that long eared forest ranger from Gandharva Ville, you hear me?"
You pause. Lifting your head up for confirmation, he gives you the same stone cold look.
"Okay."
"Good."
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Could've honestly been worst. Not saying it's bad but it still is
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'...Why were they doing this again?'
Their delicate feet burned as they ran barefoot through the cold labyrinth of Zapolyarny Palace. 'They'd only be caught once more.' With each twist and turn of the halls, things began to look more and more the same, dizzying to their already swaying mind. Despite this, their steps never faltered, nimbly dashing down a steep flight of stairs. All their mind knew was fear-- fear of being caught, of what they risked returning to, and of what dangers might lurk beyond the familiar ones they currently denounced.
They slunk past heavy doors set ajar before realising; things were unnaturally still around them. 'Where were the soldiers? Was no one coming for them? Was this finally it?'
A deep chuckle echoed through the chamber. Now standing in the very center of the room, they stiffened and glanced frantically around. Upon catching a hint of movement behind a pillar, they took off again, chest slowly growing heavy from the despair trickling in. That voice. They hated how it had such a hold over them. The particular timber of it was infused in their memory, woven through their shaking bones.
Now nearly at the other end of the room, another mocking laugh came from a pillar just to their right. A raspy, shrill squeak forced itself from their lungs, and on instinct they lunged toward a large vase on display. Through sheer panic alone they managed to shove it towards that same pillar, before quickly darting towards the set of doors. Wrenching them apart, they took only a brief moment to glance back, and their eyes met his. They shrieked and shoved the doors closed, trapping him in with the bar.
The doctor let out a growl, escalating to an enraged yell. One body pushing against the doors then became two, as another doctor mirrored the actions of the first.
Both clones were trapped in that room, but more were sure to appear, so they set their sights on heading to lower and lower floors, certain they were expected to try and find the main entrance. 'This is utterly dreadful.' The kitchens were stale, the scent of fine foods washed out with the dreary atmosphere. With four workers stationed around the area, they ducked behind a cluster of barrels, searching for any sort of opening to freedom. Without windows, it was not an easy feat, but their eyes caught a pale glow emanating beyond the door but a few steps away.
'Surely this was it! They'd finally be saved from this life, freed from this torturous existence. Whatever came next, they'd face with open arms. It was their life to choose.'
They slipped through the door, shutting it delicately behind them. A beat of silence passed, and when no outrage was heard from the kitchen, they let out a breath into the chilled air. This cold was unmistakable, even for someone as isolated as they'd been. The ice against their feet burned, but it was nothing compared to the emotion they felt as they turned to look out into the new environment.
Icy it may have been, but this was no open land. As they gazed ahead, they found all that they could see were rows of red tinted, hanging slabs of ice. These hooked sculptures had them retching, covering their mouth and pressing their back against the door. The meat locker reeked of death, of misery and of failure. All the hopelessness they'd battled till this moment came crashing down around them as their legs gave out. Boneless, they slumped on the slippery ground, feeling the sheer cold envelop them.
As their brain succumbed to the exhaustion, they smiled, knowing that even this was an escape. This ending was of their own creation; they'd taken their life back.
Minutes later, controlled footsteps approached the locker, as a kitchen maid pushed open the heavy wood. Pointed shoes approached the small, slouched figure, gently scooping it up with steady hands. Il Dottore smiled down at their peaceful face, brushing stray snowflakes from their lashes.
"Now then, doll, let us observe the effects of the regenerative serum, shall we?"
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Alright, I haven't written anything of substance for the past several years, so I hope this at least comes across as legible. I started off vaguely reinterpreting the audio cues as I went, writing without any real direction and then it just sort of spiralled from there. The ending sort of reminds me of a fairytale I grew up with: the little match girl. A rather vague reference, but writing in a Snezhnayan setting had me reflecting on my own Russian-Ukrainian heritage and therefore my upbringing(note: uh, yeah, we're doing greattt), so that's my reasoning for the unhinged direction it went. Also, this playlist was front and center on my recommended since 13 minutes post-upload, and twelve hours later I finally caved. Honestly, this is one of the better character playlists I've had the pleasure of listening to, and I'll definitely be revisiting it.
tumblr: https://www.tumblr.com/blog/boba-writes-about-soup
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Not even 3 seconds in and we got such a good playlist already šš
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Wellā¦ timelines This is first time, when I write timelines, soā¦ sorry for mistakes and my bad English 00:01 Body - Mother Mother 03:33 Tag you it - Melanie Martinez 06:45 Washing Machine Heart - Mitski 08:53 Mx. Sinister - I DONT KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME 11:56 Honey Iām Home - GHOST 16:08 Theyāre Coming to Take Me Away, Ha-Haaa! - Napoleon XIV 18:18 Comics - Caravan Palace 21:51 Animal Impulses - IAMX 25:45 Kitchen Fork - Jack Conte 29:29 Dirty Night Clowns - Chris Garneau 32:34 Bernadette - IAMX 38:10 Nowhere to Run - Stegosaurus Rex 43:46 Choking on Flowers - Fox Academy Timestamps of footsteps with scream - 15:35 fall - 37:55 and creepy laugh - 43:15 I donāt now why I decided to write this š
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