The room was dark. It was hard to breath. The rattler of the electrical brought the lights back on. It was a simple room, people hugging their families close as another heavy rumble came and children cried in fear, the mothers hushing them. Bombs. Bombs dropped from the planes and bombed the city. Bombing Berlin. A nazi flag became visible to the small blond child. He wiped his tears and looked up at his mother. "Mama?" She hushed him softly, putting her hand on his cheek and a thumb on his lips. "Nien... Rede nicht..." The boy listen to his mother and didn't talk. His bright green eyes filled with fear as the rumbling got closer. The shelter wasn't going to last and the adults knew it. They started to distract the children as the planes grew closer. The boy's mother looked down at him. "Simon.... Ich liebe dich." Before the boy could even open his mouth, a loud explosion came and everything went black.
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The boy suddenly awoke. He took a sharp breath and tried to look around. He felt heavy panic go through him when he realized he was strapped down to what seemed to be a surgery table. His head started hurting. Simon. That's all he could remember. His name must be Simon. The boy moved his head a little. A small gasp escaped his breath when he saw stitches where littering his body. The fact that he was naked didn't bother him, only slightly belittled by the fact that he was stitched together like some high school sowing project!! Simon let his head drop back down. He closed his eyes and took deep breaths. No. This was just a dream. He didn't look like this. He wasn't missing his private parts. He didn't look like a doll. He wasn't Frankenstein's monster.
Simon was snapped out of his thoughts when a man walked in. The man wore a long white lab coat and had dark brown hair. His eyes where a dull blue-grey and the lower half of his face was covered by a surgical mask. The man started speaking. The words seemed to just dance in the air before they actually processed. "Good morning, Simon." "... W-Who are you?" Simon gave a sudden confused look. How did he know this language? He had never heard it before. "I am The Doctor. You will address me as such." Simon felt a snap of fear. "... Y-Yes... Doctor..." "Good boy." The Doctor smiled. "Now. Let's get to the experiments~"
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