‎"Doctor Thiem," A young girl said cheerfully "Someone has signed up to be a test subject!" This girl's name is Ashley Tawil, Doctor Thiem's assistant. She is very young, barely at the age of twenty. She stands at five feet and four inches with long, red hair and fair skin.
"Hm? Male or female?" A disheveled man asked, adjusting his glasses. He is Doctor Christian Thiem, a thirty-six year old scientist. He's dark-haired, pale, and sickly thin for his height of six foot three.
"(Your gender), (age), and is called (your name)." Ashley replied happily, but then pondered, "Did it matter? their gender?"
Thiem smiled politely and spoke "No, no, I was just curious as to whom I'd be working with." He rose from the chair he had been napping in earlier and stretched to his full height, only to slouch afterwards. "Now then, let's get (y/n) prepared for testing."
"Yes, doctor!" Ashley exclaimed, cheerfully skipping out of the laboratory.
"...Such a happy child, she'll be broken by the time this experiment is over..." Thiem mumbled to himself as Ashley left. "It'll be such a hassle to find a new assistant."
Only a few moments later, Ashley returned with you following along slowly. Ashley turned to you and instructed "If you please, sit on this examination table and wait for Doctor Thiem." You nodded and did as you were told while observing the lab.
It was rather dirty; the floors cluttered with papers, books, and other things of that nature. The walls were stained by some unknown substance, but it appeared to you to be dried blood. This thought made you shiver. The table you were sitting on was metal, cold, and also stained by the same substance on the walls. You took note of the fact that this was the only table in the entire lab. It also stunk. The entire lab smelled like Death's breath. It wasn't very comforting at all.
You didn't know why you were here, either. The last thing you remember is being on the streets, hungry and cold. Then a girl, Ashley, stopped by and asked if you'd like a place to rest in, and then eat after you woke. You agreed hastily, which was odd for your nature. Perhaps it was the promise of food that made you act so greedily. You weren't sure why you had been brought into this lab, and you weren't sure who this Doctor Thiem was, either. Whatever and whoever it was, made you feel uncomfortable. However, you had to do what was asked, after all, you were given free food and a warm bed to sleep in. It was the least you could do to repay them.
"Hello, (y/n)," A man said, who you assumed to be the doctor "How are you today?"
"I'm well, after getting sleep and eating."
"Good, good. (y/n), would you mind me asking some questions about you?" Thiem asked and smiled comfortingly. You shook your head.
"Wonderful, now, do you have any direct family that you're in contact with?" He asked, a startling serious tone in his voice. "A husband? Wife? Or perhaps parents? Or children?"
"N-no. I'm not married, to either gender. My parents are dead, and I have no children..." You mumbled.
"I see. Any deformities or illnesses?"
"Not that I'm aware of..."
"Good, you'll be a wonderful test subject, then." Thiem's serious tone and look changed to one of calmness and comfort. He turn to Ashley and instructed "Go to the top shelf and retrieve a pair of wrist and leg restraints."
"Re..restraints? Doctor...what kind of test are you...?" Ashley looked visibly shaken
"I'm simply testing a new medication, however it may sting, and I don't want to be hit if (y/n) lashes out in pain." He replied, it all sounded so convincing.
"Ah...I-I see...I'll be back in a moment..." She replied, scurrying off.
Doctor Thiem turned to you, you appeared as if you were going to pass out. He patted your shoulder and calmly said, "I'm a trained professional. I seek no harm towards you, trust me." You could only nod slightly. "Now, if you don't mind, lay back so that Ashley can restrain you."
Once again, you nodded and did as you were told. You laid back cautiously and jumped slightly when Ashley tied the restraints. You were scared, and you wanted to go home, or, at least back to street where you were found. You whimpered.
Doctor Thiem walked over to you, with a needle in hand. "Now, calm down, this may sting..."
It did. It stung so much that you wanted to punch him square in the face for injecting you with this "medicine", but he was smart, when he had you restrained. You felt as if your hair was falling out and your skin was melting. The sting in your eyes from tears was nothing compared to this. You clawed the table you were on and screamed in agony. Your hearing was fading in and out, but you could hear Ashley panicking and yelling at the doctor.
Then, it stopped. You blinked the tears from your eyes and looked around. You weren't dead, because you could feel yourself breathing. The doctor had a twisted look on his face. You growled and spat in his direction. Then, you suddenly felt heavy and sleepy. But you wanted to stay awake, because you did not trust the bastard in front of you.
Your vision was fading now, because you were dosing off. You strained to stay awake...but you failed to do so. Before you went to sleep, you heard Ashley yell stop, and you saw the sick, twisted grin on Doctor Thiem's face as he came towards you with a large and loud chainsaw.
You woke up again. Only to see yourself in a mirror, dressed in a beautiful attire. You had a distant look in your eyes, your skin was clean and shiny. Your head was stitched back on to your body. You didn't notice it at first, but the doctor had killed you. You realized what he had turned you into.


He had turned you into a living doll.