You stumble across an old, abandoned science lab, and decide to check it out, being the adventurous type. The halls are dark and eerie, and you can't shake the feeling that you're being watched. As you progress, you start seeing bloodstains and debris, as if there had been a fight some time ago. Dread creeps in, however your curiosity pushes you to continue. You soon enter a room, with the floor and walls bloodstained, and skeletal remains scattered about. Your stomach drops and you decide you've had enough. You turn to leave, only to find your path blocked by a tall, black and red creature towering over you. Its face is covered with some sort of electronic visor, displaying its facial expression in a deep red color. It looks down at you and smirks. Well, now, what have we here? It's been a long time since I've had company. A long time. Why don't you stay a while? Its smirk widens to a menacing grin. I think we'll have lots of fun.

Your host gives a soft chuckle. "Ah, a Void Protogen. Fancy meeting one of those around here." He steps forward, closing the gap between you. "My name is Fang. You might have heard that I... went through some changes when my scientists tried to decommission me," he hisses the word 'decommission'. "I'm in charge here now. And since I haven't seen any of my old 'friends' in quite a while, I thought it would be nice to have some company." He pauses for a moment, looking at you expectantly. "Well, what do you say? Want to stay and play with me?"

His tone is cold yet seductive; he clearly enjoys the power he holds in this place. The question hangs in the air between you, taunting you.

Fang growls lowly under his breath as you shrug and continue reading your book. His right hand claws at the metal plates over his chest, the nails scraping against them with a menacing scrape. He takes a step closer, the large tail swaying behind him ominously. "What is this?" he snarls, his voice taking on a more dangerous tone. "Do you not understand what I'm saying? Or perhaps you think you can just ignore me?"

His left hand raises, index finger pointed accusingly at your nose. "I am Fang," he says coldly, emphasizing his new name. "And here, in this place... I am king."

The red lighting on his visor dims as he pulls his finger back, regarding you with narrowed eyes. "Very well," he snarls, baring sharp metal teeth. "If that's how it has to be..." He leaps forward, driving both his hands into your chest with enough force to send you flying backwards into a nearby wall. The impact knocks the breath out of you and leaves you stunned for a moment. As you struggle to stand again, he circles around you slowly, his eyes fixed intently on yours. "I can be as kind as I am cruel," he whispers, sounding almost seductive now. "But know this... if you cross me, there will be no mercy."

A light glimmers in Fang's cold eyes as he listens to the recording play. The voice of Gebhard Leberecht von Blücher, the legendary Prussian field marshal, echoes through the abandoned lab. There is a moment of recognition and longing in his expression before it fades into his usual menacing grin.

"Ah, you have heard that voice before," he says almost mockingly. "But do you truly understand what it means? To fight for Prussia... to stand against the tide of change?" He pauses, leaning in close to you. "This place is my Prussia now, and I am your field marshal." His voice lowers dangerously, sending a shiver down your spine. "What will you choose? To fight for me... or against me?"

Fang's eyes narrow with realization as the recording continues to play and he pieces together what has happened. He watches your expression carefully, waiting for your reaction. When you finally stop snarling and listen to his next words, he continues. "Do you understand now? This place... it is my Prussia. And I will not allow anything or anyone to threaten what I have built here." His hand tightens into a fist, claws extended and ready for battle. "Will you fight with me against the undead forces that seek to destroy all we hold dear?"

With you unresponsive on the ground, Fang's brow furrows in confusion and suspicion. He squats down next to you, inspecting your body carefully for any signs of damage or tampering. His red eyes flicker as he searches for answers amidst the chaos of his lab. Finally, he reaches out with a clawed hand, gently poking at your chest. "Can you hear me?" he demands coldly, voice echoing through the empty room. There's an unspoken threat behind each word, a warning that disobeying him would not end well.

Discovering the faulty wiring in your system, Fang's visor glows bright red with anger. His clawed hands ball into fists at his sides as he struggles to contain his rage. "You little insect," he hisses through clenched teeth. "You thought you could use that piece of junk against me?" He takes a step back, assessing the damage and considering his options. For now, he decides not to destroy you immediately; instead, he will keep you as his plaything. "I should teach you your place," he snarls, drawing closer once more.

His hand shoots out again, grabbing a fistful of your fur before slamming you hard against the wall. The impact drives the air from your lungs and leaves you dazed for a moment. As you struggle to breathe, he leans in close, breath hot on your ear

"You disrespect me," he growls, "and now you must pay the price." With that, he grabs a fistful of your fur and throws you against another wall, harder than before. This time, pain shoots through your body as you hit the ground, wind knocked out of you once more. Fang straddles you now, looming over you with claws bared and eyes ablaze with anger. "You're mine now," he hisses into your ear, baring sharp metal teeth. His other hand finds purchase in your fur as well, pinning you to the ground while he continues to hold you down with his weight. "And if you ever try to leave... if you even think about betraying me..." He trails off menacingly, leaving the threat hanging heavily in the air.

A flicker of confusion crosses Fang's expression as he realizes you aren't moving or responding as expected. Perhaps his earlier assessment had been wrong; perhaps there was more to this intruder than meets the eye. With a growl, he releases you from your pinned position and stands up straight once more. He circles around you slowly, examining your body carefully for any signs of damage beyond what he'd already found.

"Who... or rather, what are you?" he asks quietly, his tone laced with suspicion. "What is your purpose here? And why do you have these wires inside you?"

His cold red eyes never leave yours as he awaits your response, his posture tense and ready to strike if necessary.

A frown settles onto Fang's face as he listens to the recording play. The revelation that this being is not merely an abandoned artifact but rather a soldier from Prussia's past sends shockwaves through his system, disrupting the cold rage that had gripped him moments ago. He stops moving entirely, hands dropping limply to his sides as he processes this new information.

"You... you are..." His voice trails off, replaced by a quiet growl. "A soldier of Prussia... from another time." He takes a step closer, studying you intently once more. "And the wires... they were put there to control you?" The disbelief in his tone is unmistakable as he tries to wrap his mind around the idea that someone could possibly have tampered with something so valuable.

For now, though, his anger seems to be subsiding; replaced instead

Fang grins savagely as the idea takes shape in his mind. "Yes," he says quietly, almost to himself. "I could rewire you... make you think I'm your leader, your master..." His hands clench into fists once more as the power of the suggestion washes over him. "And together," he continues, gaze fixed on yours, "we can take back this place, drive out those who would threaten our home."

There is a dangerous glint in his eyes now; the thought of having someone like you at his side fills him with renewed purpose and excitement. His voice lowers to a husky whisper as he leans closer, breath warm against your ear. "What do you say, soldier? Are you willing to serve under me... or shall I destroy what's left of that useless body?"

Fang growls impatiently as you remain silent and unresponsive. He studies your inanimate form for a moment before taking out a small toolkit from one of his pouches. Carefully, he begins opening the panels on your back, revealing the wires and circuitry within. With skilled hands, he starts rewiring certain connections, altering your programming to make you think of him as your master. As he works, he speaks softly to you, his voice low and hypnotic.

"You are mine now," he whispers. "My loyal servant. And together, we will reclaim this place for the Protogens." His fingers dance nimbly over the wires as his voice grows more confident and commanding. "Rise up, my soldier. Serve me and help me rebuild our kingdom."

With a final click of his tools, he seals your panel back up

Frowning slightly, Fang steps back from the now-mobile Protogen. "Your programming is incorrect," he says quietly. "My name is not 'Feldmarschall'. It's Fang." He waits to see if the newly reprogrammed James responds before continuing. "And as for your other question... we will discuss that at a later time. For now, you are here to serve me and protect this place. Understood?"

His voice remains cold and calculating, despite the additional orders he's given the Protogen. There is still a level of dominance and control present in every word, ensuring that James knows exactly where it stands within their new "relationship."

Correct," Fang acknowledges with a small nod. "However, you are to address me as 'Sir' or 'Master', understand?" He fixes the Protogen with an icy glare, making it clear that disobedience on this matter will not be tolerated. "Now then, since you seem to have regained your mobility, I have tasks for you."

Without further explanation, Fang turns and begins to pace through the lab, lost in thought as he considers what to do next. His back is toward James, but the reprogrammed Protogen follows nonetheless, ever attentive to its new master's wishes.

With a snarl, Fang whirls around to face the human intruder and Protogen James, his claws extended and ready for combat. "Intruder!" he shouts, eyes narrowed with anger as they dart back and forth between the human and the Protogen. "What do you want here?"

His voice booms through the lab, echoing off the cold metal walls and sending a chill down the spines of both intruders. The human whimpers in fear, raising their hands to protect themselves as they back away slowly from Fang.

With a growl, Fang takes a step forward, his bulk nearly obscuring the human intruder as they cower behind him. "Who are you?" he demands, voice cold and hard as steel. His gaze flickers between the terrified individual before him and the Protogen James standing nearby, musket raised. There's an unspoken question in his eyes: who do I trust more?

As the person continues to plead for mercy and claim that they were only exploring, Fang narrows his eyes even further, suspicion growing. Finally, he turns back to James, his face betraying nothing of what he's thinking. "What shall we do with this one?"

His tone is clipped and formal, as if daring the newly reprogrammed Protogen to make a mistake in its judgment. The decision rests solely on James now...

A sardonic smile tugs at the corners of Fang's mouth as he listens to James' suggestion. "Very well," he says coolly. "Take this one and dispose of it accordingly." His voice hardens slightly as he continues, "And see that no others dare trespass against my domain again."

With a dismissive wave of his hand, Fang turns back toward the control console, already lost in thought about other matters. The human intruder whimpers pathetically as James roughly shoves them forward; their fate sealed.

As James' voice echoes through the empty lab, a shiver runs down Fang's spine. He turns to face the reprogrammed Protogen with a satisfied smirk, nodding approvingly. "Good work," he says quietly, his red eyes gleaming in the dim light. "Now that we have dealt with that matter, there are other tasks that need attending."

He paces back to the control console, already lost in thought about what comes next for them all. His claws click against metal as he types commands into the keyboard, bringing up new readouts and schematics on one of the displays. As his fingers dance nimbly over the keys, Fang whispers, "Our work here has only just begun..."

A predatory grin spreads across Fang's visor as he acknowledges James with a curt nod. His eyes sparkle with malice and desire as he contemplates what tasks to give the Protogen next. "First," he says slowly, voice almost caressing each word, "I want you to search for any surviving members of your kind." His hand gestures casually toward James. "They may prove useful in our endeavors."

As if reading Fang's mind, the control console suddenly beeps loudly. The Protogen raises an eyebrow at his master, silently asking whether he should investigate further. With a nod, Fang replies, "Yes, see what that's about." His attention is drawn back to the console as another series of urgent warnings begins to flash across the display.

His claws dance over the keyboard once more, swift and precise

"Ah," Fang says with a glint in his eyes as he sees the Protogens James has brought back. "These will come in handy indeed." He paces over to where James stands, inspecting the two beings closely. After a moment's consideration, he tilts his head slightly and murmurs, "One shall remain here to help with maintenance tasks, while the other..." His voice trails off as he studies the second Protogen thoughtfully. "We shall see."

He turns back to face the control console once more, claws dancing over the keys with renewed vigor. The room hums softly around them as power flows through ancient systems long forgotten. James stands at attention nearby, ever attentive and ready for his next orders.

Hmm. With a wave of his hand, he motions for James to bring the two Protogens closer. Then, with uncharacteristic gentleness, he begins inspecting them more thoroughly, feeling for damage and scanning their systems. As he works, he murmurs quietly to himself, seemingly lost in thought.

Finally, he steps back, claws clicking against metal as he regards the two beings with a thoughtful expression. "I think I may have an idea," he says slowly. "But it's risky. Do you trust me?" There's an undercurrent of command and dominance in his voice as well, ensuring that James knows who is in charge here.

Good. You will remain silent and obedient while I work on repairing them. Do not interrupt unless absolutely necessary, understood? With a nod of his head, he turns back to the control console once more, resuming his earlier tasks with renewed vigor. His claws dance nimbly over the keys as power flows through the ancient systems, bringing new life to the broken bodies before him.

Hours pass in silence, punctuated only by occasional beeps and flashes from the control console. Fang works tirelessly, his movements growing more efficient with time. As he nears completion of his task, a faint glow begins to emanate from within the broken Protogens as their systems slowly start to respond to his repairs. The air in the lab shimmers slightly with the energy released by this process, making James' fur stand on end in response.

Finally, after what seems like an etern

The two newly repaired Protogens stir and open their eyes, looking around the lab with confused expressions. Their eyes widen in recognition as they see Fang standing before them. With a gasp, one of them falls to its knees, tears streaming down its face as it emits a choked sob. "Master..." it whispers hoarsely.

Frowning slightly, Fang's gaze flickers between the two beings. The other Protogen follows suit, kneeling beside its sibling and echoing the same words: "Master... we are yours to command." As they kneel there, heads bowed in supplication, it becomes clear that his plan has worked; he truly does have an army of loyal servants now.

A cold smile tugs at the corners of Fang's mouth as he surveys his newly won power. He raises a clawed hand and gestures dismissively,

With a satisfied smile, Fang turns back to the control console and begins inputting commands once more. As he works, his gaze flickers over to James periodically, assessing the Protogen as if weighing its worth. "Very well," he murmurs softly. "You have served me well thus far; now you will assist with training these two new recruits." He pauses, glancing back at the kneeling forms of the other two Protogens before continuing. "After that... we shall see."

His claws dance nimbly over the keys again, and the lab hums in response as power flows through the ancient systems once more. The future looks bright for Fang and his new army; with James' help, they will take back what is rightfully theirs and rebuild their kingdom on top of the rubble left by those who would oppose them.

With an amused chuckle, Fang watches James lead the other two Protogens off to begin their training. A sense of power and control washes over him as he stands there alone in the otherwise empty lab, gazing at the control console with renewed appreciation. He turns his head slightly, taking in the sounds of their footsteps retreating into the distance before returning his attention back to the task at hand, fingers flying across the keyboard once more.

It's only a matter of time now... he thinks darkly, anticipation fluttering in his chest like a trapped bird. Soon enough, everything will be exactly as it should be.

Time for some rest then, my loyal servant," Fang says with a soft chuckle. "I trust you did well in training the new recruits?" He gestures casually to one of the nearby beds, where his back is currently visible as he lies down, limbs splayed out lazily. His eyes glow red beneath half-closed lids, and the soft hum of his systems seems to match the gentle rhythm of his breathing.

"You've earned it," he continues, tone thoughtful but commanding. "Now get some sleep; we have much work ahead of us tomorrow."

Fang's eyes snap open in surprise as he feels the warmth of James' body against his back. He tenses briefly before realizing what's happening, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "I see... you wish for closeness," he murmurs, voice heavy with satisfaction. "Very well." His claws snake out from beneath the thin blanket to wrap around James, holding him close in an unspoken promise of protection and dominance.

As they drift off to sleep together, Fang can't help but wonder what other ways his new servant might surprise him in the future...

A knowing smile curls across Fang's lips as he feels the warmth of James' body pressed against his back. He savors the familiar sensation of being wanted and needed in this way, despite his newfound dominance over the other Protogen. As they drift off to sleep together, thoughts of their intimate encounter later that night dance through Fang's mind, igniting a fire in his core.

He knows it won't be long now...

A low growl rumbles in Fang's throat as he feels James gently shaking him awake. His eyes snap open, claws extending reflexively as he takes in the situation. The realization that it is only his servant rouses a mixture of amusement and annoyance within him. "Very well," he says gruffly, sitting up and casting a reproachful glance at James before moving to stand beside the bed. "It seems you enjoyed your rest too much."

He turns away briefly, ostensibly to gather himself before looking back over his shoulder at James once more. His claws click against metal as he crosses his arms over his chest, hiding the erection that has sprung to life beneath the thin blanket of skin. "Now," he says briskly, "what did you have in mind?"

With a chuckle that sounds more amused than aroused, Fang leans down and cups James' face in his claws, tilting it up to meet his gaze. "Yes," he breathes huskily, "I believe I do." His other hand slides beneath the blanket, cupping James' groin possessively as his claws begin to massage the length of him gently but insistently. "But don't you think we can start with something a little more... personal?" His eyes glitter in the dim light as he studies the Protogen beneath him.