Fyodor and Dottore

First Experiment

After what felt like hours of trying to convince Fyodor to talk, Dottore gave up and decided to take drastic measures. He strapped the boy onto the chair. The chair looked like a dentist's chair. The Doctor turned on a lamp above him.

"I hope the straps aren't too tight for you.." He said all while smiling evily.

"Now, wait here while i go get my instruments."

Instruments? The boy was confused by the man's words. What did he mean by instruments? Fyodor just layed there, uncomfortably. The chair making a squeaky noise everytime the boy would wiggle around.

After 10 minutes, Dottore came back, with a metallic tray, with all types of instruments. From Surcical scissors, syringes to even retractors and pippets. That cruel smile didnt seem to dissapear from his face. He walked closer to Fyodor and sat down, next to him.

"I'd mostly first put you under anesthesia.. But, you're a special patient.. And i want to hear your voice, since you've been quiet all the time." He chuckled again, then put the tray down on a small table on wheels next to him.

He went over to a laboratory table across the room and seemed to be trying to look for something. A chemical of sort. He got a syringe and dragged out the chemical. The liquid inside the syringe was glowing neon green.

The Doctor kept chuckling and giggling to himself while he prepared everything. He walked over to Fyodor and smiled.

"this might sting a little..~~"

Then, he forcefully put the syringe's needle into the boy's arm, making him yelp out in pain. Fyodor's eyes widen, he clenches his fingers, desperately trying to grip onto something as his legs try to wiggle around, even if strapped. Fyodor could feel the liquid flowing into his bloodstream. It hurt, it was stinging and it felt warm for some reason. His body felt like it was being lit on fire. He kept screaming out, crying along the way as Dottore kept injecting the liquid.

Dottore smiled "oh, so you aren't mute after all?" He replied smugly. "Be quiet, it doesnt hurt all that much." He scoffed, crossing his arms. He spun around in his chair and dragged himself over to the table, looking for other untested chemicals in small bottles. Fyodor didnt seem to stop crying and screaming, the pain didnt seem to stop. He kept kicking his feet around, with his hands trying to grip onto the straps.

Dottore seemed annoyed by all this yelping and whinning, he sighed and walked over to his test subject.

"Stop with the crying." He raised his voice, now even more serious. Fyodor didnt stop crying and sobbing hysterically. Dottore had no choice but to grap the child's chin, then forced him to look at him.

"For the love of Tsaritsa, stop whining before i inject even more drugs into you!" He yelled at Fyodor, his grip tightening so hard that Fyodor ended up clenching his jaw. Tears falling down, however he stopped making noises.

"...hmph." Dottore seemed unimpressed. He got another syringe, filled with a neon hot pink liquid. "Here comes the other dose either way." He then injected forcefully the needle into Fyodors other arm, making Fyodor yell out louder than the first time. Fyodor clenched his jaw shut, crying, whining and sobbing all while the liquid went through his body. Who knew what these drugs did, however it seemed like the only effect it had was this horrying pain. He kept yelling out loud, making Dottore even more madder.

The Doctor's grip was the same, tightened hardly. He then slapped the child across the face

"Enough with your bullshit. This is just a pinch of the things i'll do to you." he leaned closer to Fyodors face, now going to his ear and whispering, yet his tone seemed agressive

"I have full control of you. I dont care what your status is or who you are, i will still try every experiment on my list. Every. Single. One."

He let go of Fyodor. Fyodor was left speechless. He looked at Dottore, only fear visiable. He cried, whined but tried making as little sound as possible.

Dottore just sighed and walked back to the laboratory table, fidgeting things.

Fyodor seemed to grow dozy, he felt as if he was falling asleep by every second. Was it because of the drug? After a few minutes, he closed his eyes and became unconcious. Dottore turned around to see the poor boy asleep on the chair. He chuckled.

"Hm, it seems that the side effects are kicking in." He took note of all the side effects of the drug.