Doctor Strange Oneshots

The Great Escape

Request by Ghost_Guard_13: Okay! So, The reader is from a prison deep in space that used their prisoners for experiments. One day, you have enough and mangae to break out and kill everyone on the ship/rock thing. You take an escape pod and get as far away as you can. The ship gives out just inside the orbit of earth, and you crash land. Still disoriented from the last experiment, you stumble through the streets of a strange town, and come across a strange man. He sees your quite obviously not human and keeps an eye on you, before approaching you. (Also at some point you cut out a tracker in your leg)

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Alien!Reader

Warnings: some gore, death, name-calling, violence, graphic depictions of torture (e.g., cutting, burning etc.), wounds, language 😮, Stephen being his sexy self (lemme know if I missed any)

Note: I'm turning this into a two-part story :)

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You were awoken from your slumber by a guard pouring water all over you.

"You've been chosen today, bitch. Get up!"

You rolled your eyes, "What lovely five star service you offer, I'll be sure to leave a good review on whatever the galactic version of Yelp is."

You hated it here. The conditions were deplorable: you were treated as if you were some war criminal, left in a mouldy cage to suffer, and you were experimented on whenever these sick fucks felt like it.

Who would love it here?

Roughly picking you up, the guard pushed you forward out if your cage.

"Move it!"

Trudging through the space prison was always an adventure; you never knew who or what you would see!

Today, however, there was nothing exciting. Just your usual prisoners, being confined within the same grey concrete walls, being treated like trash.

What a vacation spot!

"Keep it moving!"

You stopped and turned to face this guy, "Mate, when did I stop moving?"

You were backhanded across the face for that. "Don't talk back, bitch!"

You mocked him, "dOnT tAlK bAcK bItCh!"

He growled and continued to push you forward as you smiled. They can't let the boss know that they harmed the prisoners...more than they did already. It could ruin the progress of the precious experiment.

Before you knew it, you were stopped in front of the very familiar white doors that you absolutely hated. Whatever happened behind those doors was absolute torture. It went against every galactic space law ever known.

"You know the rules, don't resist and you'll be rewarded."

You huffed, "With what, a sticker?"

The guard raised his hand to slap you again, but instantly stopped when the doors opened.

"Are you attempting to harm my most successful experiment?" 

That voice gave you shivers...and not the good kind. It was eerie...almost sinister-like. You hate it and the alien that it belonged to.

The guard stuttered, "N-no, sir!"

Evil-man nodded, "That's what I thought. You're dismissed."

With that, the guard left...you wished you had that power over them.