[Years Previously.]
[Stubbins Doom stands in front of a large operating table. He’s wearing scrubs and appears to be placing body parts together, connecting tissue and bone. It’s exhausting work that he dictates.]
“Subject will require a great deal of blood transfusions in order to circulate around the created environment.”
[He takes a deep breath.]
“Purpose of creation; the domination of mankind. Subject is large in trunk and frame. A powerful presence for such exposure to the underbelly of Arcadia. He will need a name, but that isn’t important.”
[Taking a break, Doom places his scalpel down and walks towards a table and chair, sitting down and removing his medical mask.]
[He picks up his pen and starts writing.]
“Should this attempt be successful, it will require great amounts of power from the grid to instruct his heart to begin pumping. There is risk of combustion. There’s a potential for failure should he exceed the quantity of power needed to bring him to life.”
[Doom smiles.]
“Test phase in t-minus two days.”
[Two Days Later.]
[The body of what looks like Victor Doom is stood upright on a table, strapped in at any point of pivot on his body. Doom stands over a lever, watching as his minion’s put electrodes on every important part of Victors body.]
[When they’ve finished, Stubbins pulls the lever and electricity is sent coursing through the body of Victor Doom. He shakes with velocity and suddenly combusts, setting alight entirely.]
[The minions put him out quickly.]
[Doom is furious.]
“Another failure!” [He screams.] “What am I doing wrong!?”
[Present Day.]
[Doom looks over his notes, remembering.]
“You weren’t the first, Victor. Many came and perished before you. I didn’t succeed the first, second or third time. You were an anomaly. I didn’t do anything different, but when I pulled that lever, you burst into life.”
[He shakes his head.]
“I was not prepared for success. Once you began to learn and understand, with everything I had taught you, I thought we’d be able to take over Arcadia. I was wrong. Despite it not being taught, you became human. You had emotions. Feelings.”
[Doom sits down.]
“What good is a monster that cares?”
[He scoffs.]
“I had to abandon you, Victor. I had to send you away. What I wanted was a monster that would destroy my enemies and what I received was a human being that looked like a monster, who loved and cared. Just look at Dahlia Black. She was able to hook you. That should never have happened.”
[Doom angrily wipes all the paperwork off the table.]
“You’re making me do this. You’re making me destroy you. I may look like the villain in this story, but you’re the monster, Victor. You’re the creature. You’re the mistake.”
“And it is on me to rectify it.”