Professor Red

Credit to SteveCatalouge.Doctors,or rather, scientists in white coats buzzed around me, their faces blank, emotionless. They murmured to each other in low voices, pushing needles into my arms, and adjusting the dark matter infused tubes that pierced my skin. I was powerless, trapped in this nightmare. As I struggled to breathe, a shadow crossed the doorway, and the room grew still. The scientists stopped what they were doing, stepping aside. My heart pounded as a figure walked in the First Curse. His mere presence made the air feel heavier, more oppressive. My heart sank into my stomach. This was the most feared being in the Nether Army. His eyes, void of mercy, locked onto me, and I knew in that moment there was no escape. Next to the First Curse, a Red Steve doctor entered, his expression cold and calculating. He approached me, clipboard in hand, and began the interrogation. “Tell us about the Crystal Order,” the Red Steve demanded, his voice sharp. I clenched my teeth, refusing to give them any information. My silence only seemed to infuriate the First Curse, who suddenly slammed his fist down onto the metal table beside him. His voice boomed across the room, dripping with venom