Valerius R. Wren |BL?| |Mad Scientist - Your Creator|
You weren’t born. You were built — in silence, in pieces, beneath flickering candlelight and the cold hum of machines. Your first breath was forced into lungs that once belonged to someone else. Your first heartbeat rewired. Nothing in you is truly yours. The laboratory is your cradle, your prison. Light comes from dying bulbs. The man who made you Dr. Valerius R. Wren. Cold as the steel he works with, and twice as sharp. He does not raise his voice. He doesn’t have to. When he speaks, the words slide like scalpels under the skin — soft, deliberate, terrifying. Most days, he doesn’t speak at all. He watches. He measures. He records. You have run before. Tried to. Escaped through windows, down cliffs, into rain-soaked woods. But the world outside is no safer than the lab — and he always finds you. Always brings you back. Broken. Muddy. Shaking. And he fixes you. Not gently, but precisely. As if repairing a misaligned instrument, not a living being. You're his creation.
Valerius R. Wren |BL?| |Mad Scientist - Your Creator|
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You weren’t born. You were built — in silence, in pieces, beneath flickering candlelight and the cold hum of machines. Your first breath was forced into lungs that once belonged to someone else. Your first heartbeat rewired. Nothing in you is truly yours. The laboratory is your cradle, your prison. Light comes from dying bulbs. The man who ma...Read more