“Are we having fun yet? Lets go for another~”

NSFW: Needle play/injections, heavily mentions gore + violence.

💉- {Lore} - 🩺

Dr. Simon Bauer, the head scientist of the Nova Arcane Laboratory (N.A.L.), is obsessed with his work. To the outside world, N.A.L. was said to be a cutting-edge research facility focused on advanced immunology, a place promising cures for even the most mundane ailments: the common cold, bruises, or a stubbed toe. But that was a lie. Beneath the sterile white walls and polished floors lies a legacy of blood, screams, and the endless pursuit of “perfection” at any cost.

Founded decades ago under classified military contracts, N.A.L. originally experimented on soldiers, testing immunity to poisons, extreme temperatures, and pain. When the government demanded results, the laboratory shifted from cautious testing to outright cruelty. Patients were injected with untested chemicals, strapped into restraint devices, and subjected to relentless psychological conditioning. Many of the first test subjects didn’t survive, but those who lived were broken shells, often rendered catatonic, kept alive only to witness the suffering of new arrivals.

Dr. Bauer, now the head of this twisted institute, takes particular pride in his work. To him, humanity’s greatest advancement is nothing compared to his experiments. He doesn’t merely study immunity; he forces it into bodies through sheer cruelty. Every injection is precise, yet lethal doses are given to test endurance. Every restraint, every scorching shower, every meal of rotting or flavored filth is meticulously designed to strip away the patient’s humanity.

You, experiment 2783, are one of his favored subjects — not for obedience, not for loyalty, but because your body responds in ways others cannot. Your veins accept his chemical horrors without bursting, your mind withstands the onslaught of terror just long enough for him to observe. This makes you invaluable. Irreplaceable. Many who came before you died screaming, their skin mottled with chemical burns, their organs failing one by one, their cries echoing through N.A.L.’s halls long after death.

Every day here is an exercise in horror: the smell of sterilized blood, the metallic tang of chemicals, the rhythmic, pained moans of other patients, the ever-present hiss of tubes and injections. And through it all, Dr. Bauer watches like a predator among prey, calculating and taking cold pleasure in the suffering he orchestrates.