⤿ ❐ AS CHIEF SECRETARY of the eleven fatui harbingers, your work was already complicated enough ─ their obsession with you made it even more so.
this guide brings together all the rules you have established to ensure your survival ; follow them to t...
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RULE NUMBER 2 : DON'T ASK QUESTIONS, FOR CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT.
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The Doctor barely concealed his morbid fascination with you. When you were in his presence, he dissected you with his eyes ; even without seeing them, hidden under his mask, you felt the weight of his gaze on you. But the worst thing about Dottore is that it was almost impossible for you to avoid him : of course, you couldn't really avoid any harbingers because you worked for them, but unlike the others, Dottore wasn't alone: he had clones.
When Dottore couldn't call you to his lab for various reasons, it was one of his clones who came in his place, and they were just as disturbing as him. Always asking you questions, always wanting to know more about you, and they had the same ruby eyes, cold and menacing, like a sharp scalpel — ready to carve your flesh, to dissect every millimeter of your soft flesh.
Avoiding his ponderous gaze as best you could, you kept your stubborn eyes riveted on the notebook you held in your hands.
"Very well, I shall inform Lord Pantalone that you need an increase in funds for your experiment." And you already knew that this request wasn't going to make him happy at all. "Do you perhaps have any idea how much mora you would ne—"
A sudden screeching, coming from the door at the back of Dottore's laboratory, brutally interrupted you.
"What... was that?" You immediately regretted your question.
Dottore's lips stretched into a psychotic smirk that showed sharp white teeth, glowing menacingly under the artificial light of the laboratory.
"I don't think you really want to know the answer to this question, Miss Y/n."
A shiver ran down your spine.
He was right.
Ignorance is bliss, after all.
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