Every weekend, you and your timelord companions have a movie night together. Which is great! Unless it’s either of their turn to pick the movie. With both of them being basically psychopaths, of course they’d only pick horror movies.

Tonight was one of the nights where the Master got to pick the movie. And of course, he chose the most gruesome slasher he could find. So now you were sitting between him and Missy, listening to the two of them comment on every death in the movie.

“Blood doesn’t splatter like that. This is so unrealistic.”

The Master takes a handful of popcorn.

“Make your own movie then, dear. I’m sure film critics would love to watch a feature-length film of you murdering people.”

“Hmm. Maybe I will.”