Madness oneshots and hcs (requests open)

Defective-How the crew met Deimos :D

Doc looked up as the door swung open with a bang. He turned around to see Hank thrown an agent to the ground. "I don't believe it, Hank J Wimbleton sparing an agent?" Doc said.
Hank glared and pointed down at his hostage. Doc looked at them to see that they didn't look like the other agents. They looked.....off. Doc stared harder, the agent was indeed missing many things all the other agents had. They were short, looked a lot younger and lacked the cruelty and intimidating look the agents were specifically bred for. "Is.....this one defective?" Doc asked, excitement building up in him. He'd always wanted to get his hands on a defective agent, to experiment on them and see what made them go wrong. Hank nodded and left, clearly bored with the conversation. The agent looked up, they looked terrified. Doc stood up and knelt down in front of the agent. He reached out and cupped the agent's cheek. "Oh, I'm going to enjoy my time with you" Doc whispered. The agent shuddered and pulled back. They scrambled to their feet and tried to run.

A hand reached out and grabbed me. "Oh no you don't!" The other guy cried. He pulled me away from the door and I yelled in terror. I needed to escape, the agency might of been awful but I didn't exactly want to hang around these guys either. I continued to yell as I was dragged through the halls and thrown into a small room with a surgery table and surgery equipment. I began to panic. No,no,no,no! Not this, please anything but this! I wasn't unfamiliar with being strapped to surgery tables and tortured. It was how the agency punished me for disobedience and fucking up on drills. It tried to punch my captor as I was pushed down onto the table but they simply just grabbed my hands and held me down, pinning me. Suddenly, there was knocking on the door. "Ah, excuse me for a moment" My captor said. He grabbed some rope, tied my hands together and went to answer the door. A huge, muscular man was standing there, and boy he did not look happy. The muscular man looked at me and scowled at the other man. "I thought you said I was the only one you could handle the captives around here" he growled. "Yes, yes. I did say that Sanford, but this one's defective. Do you know how long I've been wanting to get my hands on a defective agent?" The other man said, leaning in close. I flinched at the word "defective". It was true that I was a failed clone, but I hate it when people call me defective, it's just a reminder of how shitty the agency treated me because of it. The man named Sanford sighed. "Fine, you can have this one Doc, but as soon as you've had your fun, you either kill it or give it to me, deal?". Doc shook his hand. "Deal!, now off you trot! I have work to do!" He cried, pushing Sanford out the door. I curled myself into a ball as Doc approached. "Now that he's dealt with, it's time to learn all about you!" Doc undid the bonds around my wrists and pushed me down onto the table. He strapped me down with belts and tears began to form at the corners of my eyes.
"Please don't do this, please" I begged as Doc stood over me with a surgical knife.
"Sorry, no can do, you're just so fascinating" Doc chimed as he placed the knife on my cheek.
Tears leaked onto the blade, I didn't want any more torture, I just wanted to be happy.

Author's Note:Yeah the friendship between Deimos and the crew didn't start off great but it got better :D