"Doctor, are you sure that this is the one I asked for?"

A short man continued clicking keys of a keyboard and watching over the vital scans that filled the screen.

"Yes sir"

"Very well, you know what to do." A door creaked as it shut behind this shadow covered man.

A body smelling of rot lay on a table with tubes, too many to count, inserted into it from all directions.

In a few viles that sat off on a table were filled with a black ooze that looked like over brewed coffee or even tar.

This Doctor fellow stood up from his chair and walked over to a door that led him into the room that was held behind the plexiglas barrier.

On a table beside the door sat a set of gloves and a mask. Grabbing both, he placed them on and entered the room. To his own luck the scent could not get through the mask, but behind the face covering hid a villainous smile.

"Now... aren't you a finely specimen" His words twisted as they left his lips. A young boy lay on the metal table, lifeless and a pail gray.

Pulling a stool with a round seat over to himself, he also pulled two trays next to him.

Looking over his many medical devices, he chose a scalpel to start the job. Yes, this sharp scalpel will be perfect for the job!

Bringing it right to the boy's body, very little effort was applied when he began to make the incisions.

Piece by piece the body was cut and replaced with something else... something a little more perfect.

Cold blood with clots in it dripped from all the medical utensils and the tables were stained the dark red that blood turn when it dries up.

The doctor was beyond pleased with this creation of his and how perfect it would turn out. The master will be very pleased.

Examining the near end product, he is glad that his earlier design was scrapped for this, more perfect design. No flaws plagued it like his former plan and this one would prove to be multi purpose.

He allowed himself a brief laugh under his breath. After many hours of work, his marvelous creation was so, so close go completion. Of course it would still take a few days or even weeks to mature and settle but it would be a rewarding wait.

After all, this quirk was simply one... too good to pass up or let go to waste by per say, letting the boy rot away in a coffin or become a hero.

No, now this boy will have a purpose. It would take a little to reprogram him and make sure that everything was in working shape but then master would have a creation that serves him well and one that would never fail him.

One final step though, this marvelous follower needs a name. One worthy of such power and potential.

The doctor is never one to dwell on something as miniscule as a name, however this one must be just right. Perhaps Yūrei for ghost or Kurogiri for black fog... he would come to a decision soon but for now he must continue on his work.

Stripping his gloves off, he placed them on the table and left the room. Going back to examining the vitals on his new toy, he put that villainous smile back on and was happy with the result.

The formerly flat monitor now had a beat.