In a semi-spacious room, a young teen girl dances with a neutral expression. Her long hair is styled in a half-up, half-down bun, and she wears dark blue pointe shoes with decoration from years of use. She holds a simple navy blue folding hand fan in her hand, which is open as she moves. A fancy blue hairpin slightly moves as she turns. A male sits in front of the door, entranced by her movements, smirking as he imagines his plans for her. Oh, how he loved to hear her scream and beg, to cry, squirm, and fight against him. His experiments on her were cruel, even he would admit but needed to be done for the Tsaritsa's glory.
As he watches her, his eyes scan the girl's knick-knacks. Three bookcases filled with books, from fantasy to non-fiction. Four binders filled with Genius Invokation Cards, and a collection of plush toys. Her favorite is the most worn among them a (favorite) plush, she had it since she was five. Pantalone had brought it for her when she first got there.
???: Pantalone spoils her too much, but I understand why. She's very important to the Tsaritsa's goal.
As she dances a male walks in. He has long black hair and gray eyes.
???: "Pantalone."
Pantalone: "Dottore. Y/n, I have a gift for you!"
Y/n: "Thank you, Lord Pantalone."
Pantalone: "Of course, Y/n! I love buying things for you. Dottore, we must take her out shopping soon. Let her get some natural sunlight-"
Dottore: "No. It's too risky."
~Later that night~
As Y/n relaxes on her bed, a mysterious white-haired man appears at her door, his presence drawing her attention.
Male: "Ready?"
Y/n stands up wearing an orange and white color-themed dress.
Y/n: "Yes."
Male: "Once we leave this room we can't stop running."
Y/n: "I understand. Thank you Asmodeus."
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The Experiment
FanfictionY/n L/n, a test subject of the Doctor, forms a friendship with a strong deity who whisks her away to an alternate world.
