“Now son, you must carry on my dream,” my father speaks to me in a quiet voice. “I believe in you,” he musters, his eyes closing for the final time. My mother holds onto his hand, her body shaking with her eyes sprinkled by tears. I stare at my father’s pale face against the white walls and bedsheets of the hospital bed. His crazy gray hair in spikes, resembling the mad scientist he had always bee...

There was once a mad scientist he was crazy very mad he would do anything for science even risking his own life for the sake of science.

He was very passionate about his work but possibly a bit to much because his previous experiments were extreme.

The first experiment he did was very mortifying it’s basically nearly made a clone, which was like it was evil mad just like him the clone and scientis...

The assistant jumped suddenly as he had an idea. He carefully poured some more water into the beaker. The golden liquid sizzled and turned into a burrito that rested in the glass.

“Yes! YES!!” Cheering with success, he leaped up and dashed into the room where his boss was pouring over some blueprints. The scientist had crazy grey hair, wild blue eyes and was wearing his lab coat.

“What is it, Ig...

“Failure.”

Dr. Marken scribbles in his notebook, harshly crossing off the last test. He grabs his tape recorder and hits the button.

“Project Pennsylvania already gained supernatural powers. Pyrokinesis,” he comments lowly.

Project Tennessee, Ness, watches as he looks disappointed. Maybe disheartened?

“Tests are unable to give controlled, contained abilities. Still produce ones of destructive...

Puffs of smoke, wafts of odd chemical scents. Vapors that appeared and dissipated in a flash. The sound of bubbling and gurgling filling the room. A pinch of this, a dash of that.

A knock disrupts my puttering. Irritated, I stride quickly to the door, pulling the door back abruptly.

“Yes?”

“Doctor Zaronto? I’m Cheryl, here from the school newspaper.”

I stare blankly at the young redhead, wait...

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“Maybe I should just stuff her instead,” he says aloud as he hovers over the exam table, jotting down another note on an unorganized pad. “I could still keep her features, her skin texture, her…” he pauses and struggles to flip the corpse over, “… her ass too.” He says this matter-of-factly, blushing at the thought of what he could do....

At the edge of an ancient forest, shrouded in the perpetual mist, stood the dilapidated remains of what was once a grand manor. Its walls, now overrun with ivy, concealed the lair of Dr. Elric Voss, a scientist whose brilliance was eclipsed only by his madness.

The wind howled like a chorus of wailing spirits as Sarah approached the ominous structure. Her breath formed ghostly wisps in the cold a...

Wednesday 19th of July 1988

I’m known as the towns “mad scientist”.

My passion is building bikes, since I was a kid I can remember playing with my toy bikes and thinking what I could make out of them.

I could tell you everything about a bike, from the inside, out.

I guess my appearance isn’t that approachable for some people. I wear old clothes all with rips in.

I don’t get that much money, I’ve...

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It’s the prompt! I swear! I just reeaaally wanted to try to write in this setting, don’t know if I did well.

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The warm smell of fresh cookies wafted through the air. Noel breathed in the faint taste of melted butter and baked bread. The bakery was still, caught between the lull of the sunrise, devoid of all customers but them. The dusty floorboards creaked softly...

(TW: Gore)

“Hand me that beaker Atlas.” Snapped the scientist holding out his disfigured, barely recognizable hand. Atlas grabs the beaker full of a bubbling burgundy liquid that he just finished creating. He clenches the neck of the beaker as he looked at the scientist, then back at the beaker. His throat began to close and his mouth began to dry up. He didn’t know if it was from the wrenching s...