(Name) is a researcher from sumeru. she works for the Doctor. she's spent countless years experimenting on whatever he brought her, but it all changes once he brings her a prototype exactly like her..
"how can something emotionless make me feel some...
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morning.
I get up, eat whatever the Doctor provides me, brush my teeth shower and finally put my white coat on and start working.
that's it.
boring... "utterly boring" one would say...
"(name), how is experiment n. c.189 going?" the Doctor came up at me as I handed him all the files "apparently everything is going well, but in my opinion he will die in not so long" I explained showing him the data as he nodded "proceed, I have no interest in keeping him alive" I nodded, but I commissioned one of my servants to actually kill c.189, who knows what effect killing someone might have on me?
"(Name), I found a really promising prototype. it was discarded by Beelzebub herself" The Doctor smirked as I looked at him curiously.
"I hope it won't be boring.." he kept going "what's his name?" I asked "I heard he had many names... Kabu-something and then Kuni-something else. but i was thinking of giving him a new one: Scaramouche" he crossed his arms confidently.
I shrugged. how could someone change identity so easily?
"where is he?" "ah well.. I will bring him in the private lab tomorrow, he's quite special afterall"
"is he.. like me?" I asked expectantly "mhm.. kind of? i'm not sure yet. I have to experiment on him before giving you an answer" he patted my shoulder as I hid disgust.
The next day I repeated my morning routine and rushed towards the private lab to meet this 'kuni-something'.
the Doctor grabbed me firmly by the shoulders before I could get in "(name), i don't need you yet. I'll take care of him myself as for now"
I nodded because I was sure he could've ended my life in a second.
weeks got by, i heard someone yelling in the Doctor's private lab; it was the puppet. what can I say, I was used to people yelling when I insert some chemicals inside them and stuff, it was no difference for that.
till one day, the Doctor asked me to go look over the puppet while he was gone. the famous discarded puppet.. Yae Miko told me about it when I went to Inazuma.
I entered the room without looking directly at him, I didn't want to get distracted: he was just a puppet.
I went over to one of the counters and ruffled through the files. the Doctor left me some analysis to do to him.
I turned towards him. there were many scars on this stomach and body in general, but in my eyes it was the most beautiful person I'd even seen.
it was cold in the room and I lifted the bed blanket up till his hips. "I'm (name).. I'll take care of you till the Doctor comes back" I bowed politely as he glared
"hah.. you act all polite but what you are going to do is just torture me to death and make me a damn war weapon..." he looked away "just get this over with.." harsh. it was impressive how he still had the bravery to be harsh. it was good actually.
"what's your name..?" I asked as I started analysing his reaction to needles, chemicals.. "apparently it's Scaramouche" he spoke "and before?"
"why do you care?! just work!" he said groaning because he actually felt some pain because of the analysis. "you know.. your life is in my hands. you do have a weak point and it's not hard to find... i'm just asking some questions, you are just going to answer" there was no other way to get him to answer.
"I've gone by many names.. my creator named me Kabukimono, but then I became Kunikuzushi.. and now Scaramouche, or the Balladeer if you prefer" he sighed and gave me the answers I was seeking for.
"i'm going to ask because checking myself would be inappropriate but.. do you have.. uhm.. genitals..?" I asked as he widened his eyes in disgust "what the hell of a question is that?!" "I must know to complete the analysis! I don't get whenever you have hormones or not.." I explained as he blushed slightly.
"I-I don't know if I have hormones.. but i surely have the..-" I cut him off "alright".
I run a finger on his chest sensing his skin "your creator made you entirely human on the outside" I spoke as he shrugged angrily
I run a finger on his cheek and made it rest on his neck. no heartbeat as expected. he was cold.
I made him open his mouth and placed a finger on his tongue "feel anything?" I asked as he nodded.
"you are..-" he cut me off "yes I'm the 'perfect prototype' now get done!" he rolled his eyes "I was going to say that you are similar to me.." I smiles slightly as he looked at me curiously
"you are a puppet?" he asked "I don't like that term, let's say I'm a mechanical human"
"the Doctor created you?" he asked as I shrugged. I don't know, really.
I got up from the chair beside him but he grabbed my wrist weakly. "can you come back tomorrow? I-I mean, you surely treat me better than the Doctor because you know my weak spots..."
no.. I can't get attached to experiments. "who knows, it's the Doctor who decides whenever I have to look over you or not. I'm a mere subordinate" I shrugged
"liar.. you are the head of the lab when he's gone... you could if you wanted to"
"you are different. you are in HIS private lab.." I shove him off gently and opened the door to leave "goodnight Balladeer.." I smiled in the dark so he couldn't see and left.
~ ~ ~ this is an experiment? idk how this will end or if I'll continue it ahah. it all depends on how many views it gets. ty for reading 💗💗
