Winter Solstice | Fatui One-Shots (Genshin Impact)

Mechanical Human | Dottore

Dottore

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"Where is it?" you muttered sharply, "Where is it, where is it?"

Your eyes were darting from vile to vile, each labeled with some godforsaken liquid, gas, or metal, but none with the label you were searching for. With each passing second your heartbeat grew into an intense roar, like that of a train blaring and its lights frozen over you.

In your disarray you knocked over a capsule containing some yellow liquid, orange as soon as it met the ground. It then exploded violently, knocking you back into another shelf filled with various compounds.

Glass was raining down like some kind of blizzard, but rather than fearing the cold you instead grew anxious at the sizzling burns on your skin as glass cut you and reactive liquids splashed onto your skin.

"Head researcher!" someone called for you amidst the chaos. Their voice came from the other side of the door.

"Stay out of here!" you ordered. The room was far too dangerous for any normal human as the air became terribly pungent. Some of the sealed viles contained toxic gases as well as highly-reactive elements, and since you inadvertently blew up the entire case containing them the room was now a death-trap.

"But Miss Y/n, we heard explosions and glass breaking!" it was the voice of your lovely research assistant, such a naive girl. If she came in now she'd drop dead.

"Don't worry about me and evacuate the entire laboratory. This place will likely be destroyed," you said in return.

"...We will do as you say." You heard feet shuffling and you sighed in relief.

How were you going to explain this one to Il Dottore?

Your eyes stung, though not because you were sad. No, your eyes were burning from the noxious air and you found yourself unable to breathe properly. The room was utterly destroyed, like a sandstorm of shattered glass and rocks. You just had to knock over the explosive one, huh?

If it weren't for your particularly resistant body which Dottore made just for you, unsolicited, you'd most certainly be passed out on the ground right now. Instead, you had the joy of feeling gas enter and burn your lungs as cuts bled all over your body.

It's ironic; the vile you were looking for probably broke with all the rest of them: polonium. With all the research you'd been doing you realized it had the potential to reverse some of Dottore's tinkering with your body. Unfortunately, you didn't have enough of it to study properly, so you entered one of the storage rooms without permission to obtain some more.

Suddenly, you found yourself unable to move. It was likely less that you were paralyzed and more that you shouldn't be conscious right now. You could see and think clearly, interpret pain, and yet you couldn't even twitch your fingers nor shift your eyes. You concluded the gas entered your body and shut off your physical functions, but you were unfortunately still fully conscious.

Some time passed before the door opened. You had watched motionless as everything settled onto the ground; the floor was dusted by some of the heavier gasses. You knew from the foreboding presence, almost like a sixth sense, who had entered the room. Something about his glare seemed to pierce through you to your very core.

"There's only one imbecile foolish enough to explode a laboratory on my watch," was the Doctor's rather derisive entrance speech. He was quick to notice you not even flinch.

"Though it seems the imbecile can not even bear to look at me. I'm curious as to how exactly you gained access to this room, but you don't appear well-enough to recount the tale right now. Should I bring you to the operating room for treatment?" He leaned down so that your eyes would meet. "Or maybe I should just leave you here considering I explicitly forbade you from entering without proper clearance."

You wanted to protest, to find some way to communicate your exasperation, but you could only stare blankly back at him. Dottore caressed your cheek like one might do their cat, an action more possessive than loving. There was a soft smile on his face as if he enjoyed your defiance but found your complete submission much more entertaining.

"I wonder if the reason you came in here was this," he reached into his coat pocket and brought out a capsule filled with small rocks—-some were golden, others grey, just like the ones you had before. He waved it in front of your face, no less cruel than withholding water from a dehydrated man stranded in the desert

"You're probably wondering how I know about this, Y/n, but the thing you failed to account for is that I may have deliberately made you vulnerable to it." His crimson eyes were flashing and he threw his head back to contain his crazed laughter. "And the fact that you can't say a word proves just how much it breaks down your functions! Unfortunately for you, though, it will never kill you."

Dottore stood back up, "Now, I expect a full report of your findings once you regain control of your body. Include the procedures and the names of all the researchers involved."

Before he left he made one more comment, "Oh, and be sure to clean up the mess."