Past Lives || Dottore

6

The two of them stopped in front of a large door, the man moved to the door handle, his hand wrapping around the handle. He paused, a series of clicks and knock sounded from the other side of the door that sent shivers down Y/n's spine. She knew this room was a bad room, and she needed to leave immediately. But she couldn't, this was for her sister, she couldn't forget that.

The door with little effort from the man, his smile never disappearing from his face as he gestured her inside the room. She stepped inside and the door slammed shut behind her. She did jump, yes, and she embarrassingly gripped his arm. Her face flushed red, and she let go quickly, apologizing as she moved away.

He looked at her with a face of bewilderment, his smile faltering. Y/n could tell his mind was racing, probably with ways to kill her in the most brutal way possible. But what he said was different than what she expected.

"If you wanted to feel me up, you could've asked."

Her face flushed red as her brain processed what he said. "No- I-" She stumbled over her words, watching his face fill with amusement. "I didn't mean to, sir." She bowed deeply, staring at his shoes. Her mind trailed back to how he was going to kill her, as he is a naturally violent person. But instead, his hand went under her chin and lifted her head up, forcing her to look at him.

"Let's not do that, sweetheart. We don't want my ego to inflate too much, now do we?" His surprisingly soft voice soothed her worries, and she nodded, fixing her posture. His smirk was cut short when he turned back around, now focusing on the table in the middle of the room. The fluttering in her heart slowed, her skin missing his touch.

All of these feeling stopped when her eyes focused on the table. Her heart sunk as she realized what it was. An operation table, one the surgeons used to operate on their patients, or in Dottore's case; to experiment and ruin his subjects' lives. He turned back around when he reached the table, quickly noticing that she hadn't moved from the spot he left her in.

Surely this clone didn't woo her that much? Prime knew this clone was the more of the flirt type, but he only sent him to test her mental and emotional strength. He looked closer, noticing that it was not the fluttering in her heart or the heat in her face that caused her sudden stillness, but it was fear.

She was scared of the operation table.

The clone almost laughed. Her, one of the strongest Fatui agents, scared of an operation table? It was beyond laughable. He almost cackled. Nonetheless, he shook his head and patted the spot next to him on the table.

"There's nothing to be scared about Y/n!" He called out, snapping her out of her daze. "I'm just going to take some of your blood to run some tests, to make sure you're in tip-top shape!"

She doubted his words, but there was nothing she could do. Y/n had to remember the reason behind her stay here. This was for her sister; everything was for her sister. She took a step forward, moving towards that table and that blasted doctor. Somehow, like the distance was covered in a blink of an eye, she was standing in front of the table, Dottore standing next to her.

"Go ahead, sit. I need to prepare the instruments for testing." He stepped away, somehow holding in his chuckles. Did you know this Prime? That she was scared of operation tables? He didn't expect his thoughts to be returned, they almost never were. He picked up the syringe and inspected it out of boredom. The other instruments were useless for this procedure, but this one was the first.

He will be the real reason behind her fear of operation tables, he'll show her exactly why she would freeze in fear every time she would even think of being on this table again. Dottore let out a small chuckle. He couldn't help but remind himself of that little girl, the girl with the look of terror and eventually resentment. Her name was Collei, if he remembered correctly.

He turned back around, the look on his face changing as he turned. "Now, if you do feel faint while I draw your blood, you are more than welcome to lay down." He gave her a big smile, one that if it was any bigger, she would have to worry about getting therapy for the rest of her life.

Y/n nodded slowly, sticking out her arm. She looked away and squeezed her eyes shut, clearly wanting this torture to be over. Dottore finally let out his psychopathic grin, switching the empty vial for the blood with one filled with enough benzodiazepine₁ to keep her out for days. He pressed it against her skin, breaking through and piercing a vein. He injected the drug into her system, watching with delight as she realized what exactly he had done.

He watched Y/n fight with delight in his ruby eyes, the crude color shining as the drug overtook her system. He was nice enough to catch her before she fell off the table and lay her down properly on the cold metal surface. He was even careful enough to strap in her wrist, ankles and neck; he didn't want her fighting back once the drug wore off, in a day or two.

Once he finished, he stepped back and admired his work. He couldn't wait until she wakes in a middle of a procedure, the terror in her eyes as he cuts into her beautiful flesh-

"#1849, that is enough."

Clone #1849, also known as Flirty Dottore, or Psychopathic Dottore froze. Hearing the voice of the Prime wasn't a good thing, especially right now. The clone turned slowly, staring up at the original.

"Of course, Prime. My apologies." He bowed his head, feeling angry that the Prime interrupted him on his fun.

The original narrowed his eyes behind his own mask, glaring at his disgrace of a clone. He snapped his fingers, 2 other clones taking #1849 by the arms. The clone knew what he did, he didn't bother to fight back. Besides, he had his fun away, the other clones in this accursed house will simply love tearing his body apart.

Prime watched #1849 get dragged away, the door slamming shut before turning his attention to the knocked-out girl on the table she was so afraid of. He bent over, grabbing the light and adjusting it so that he could still see while he inspected her body. #1849 should've known better; he was given specific orders to not harm the subject, and now he will pay the price.

For once, he didn't mind that clone being ripped apart, he never liked that side of him anyway. The Flirty side of him was one he despised, and one he never let show.

The light shone on her face, as he was done inspecting the body. He noticed than her face was tense, like she was experiencing a nightmare. She shouldn't, the drug #1849 used wasn't one that put you in REM sleep. It simply put you unconscious, nothing more, nothing less.

His grip tightened on light, the sounds of the glass cracking under his strength filled his ears.

Just what exactly did that bastard clone do?

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¹benzodiazepine - a class of psychoactive drugs. It's used to treat anxiety, alcohol withdrawal, and seizures. It is also used to relieve muscle spasms and to provide sedation before medical procedures.