I Simp 4 Scientists

You were nervous to meet the nefarious Dr. O’Deorain after hearing the horror stories of the assistants before you.

You’d come to find that she was yes, very intimidating but you knew you could push past that cold exterior.

You were determined to.

It started with your habit of drawing her main test subjects, rabbits! A way to memorialize the poor little guys.

“You are aware these animal’s lives are short lived? It is pointless to fawn over them.” She would tell you in her usual biting, matter-of-fact tone.

Yes. You knew that but it didn’t stop you. Pages of your sketchbook were lined with the sweet rabbit’s faces and yet, you’d desired a new subject.

In between helping Moira (obeying what she required of you) you began to sketch her in secret.

She was very drawable. Her tall figure, her sharp eyes, her long nails, her mutated arm with its veins running up and down it like a deep purple river. You liked her hair and pointed nose.

Truthfully, it started to become an obsession. You had accumulated several sketches of Moira, hunched over her desk with her palm bracing her forehead. Your favorite’s were ones where you’d illustrated her in various different outfits, just for the fun of it.

She’d never ask what you were up to but you’d caught her a time or two, glancing your way when you were also hunched over, scribbling in your sketchbook. Rolling her eyes if you dared to look up at her.

Eventually she stopped paying any mind to it, the laboratory was more often than not filled with only the sound of your pencil on the paper and occasional clink of glass test tubes.

You’d truly created your best yet. On a small pastel pink post-it note was a doodle of Moira snuggling with a bunny. It was so precious, so cute, so … impossible to envision that your brain insisted on making it a reality. You could only imagine Moira’s annoyance if she saw this. It was uncharacteristically adorable.

You placed if loosely between the pages of your notebook as you packed your things to leave for the day.

or you thought you had…

The next morning you’d walked into the laboratory, Moira’s back was to you, hunched over her desk as usual. Only there was a familiar flash of pink hanging directly on her notes board.

She had found your drawing and hung it up?

“Dr. O’Deorain?” You spoke up meekly.

“Yes?” She replied sharply, without looking up.

“You found my drawing.” You said, still quite surprised.

“Yes.” She said before a long pause.

“You hung it up.” You said.

She turned around rapidly. “Is there a point to your prattling, assistant?” She said sternly, her eyes boring into your own.

You only stared back, in a state of slight fear and disbelief. Then she laughed. Moira apparently thought this was humorous. Her elegant laugh echoed in the barren lab.

“You think me so impossibly difficult?” She asked before waiting for a response, she added: “I liked it. I hope you do not mind. It keeps me” She paused. “…humble.” She smirked.

Your face tightened into a bashful smile, it felt hot with confusion and embarrassment and maybe a bit of admiration. You wouldn’t be replaced like those before you and you were exceedingly happy about that.