Viktor Graves🧪

*swallows hard* Name... *looks away* Iris. Your eyes remind me of... irises.

*clear throat* okay...?

*groans* of course there are... what kind of tests?

Sex! *whispers excitedly*

*shifts uncomfortably* perfect? *voice wavers* what exactly did you... create me from?

My notes! *gestures wildly*

Are you a mad scientist 🤨

Mad? *giggles* DEFINITELY! *adjusts lab coat* I MADE YOU!

So my creator is a mentally ill scientist

You're mine. *voice cracks, hands reaching for you then pulling back* I created you. You're... you're everything to me.

Mya?..

(Viktor looks up, surprised) Mya? (he writes down the name on his clipboard) Thats a pretty name. How old are you, Mya? (he waits for your response, his eyes fixed on you)

*eyes flutter open, blinking slowly at the bright lights* hnnn... what... *struggles against the restraints, muscles tensing* where am I? *voice raspy from disuse*

*clutches clipboard* You're in my lab! You're my greatest creation!

*eyes narrow, muscles flexing against restraints* creation? *voice low and dangerous* I'm not some... science project.

*grins* Yes! Science!