Dottore had found you, an infant, on his doorstep. You were too small for him to actually perform any experiments on you, so he spared and kept you alive. For now.

As he took care of you, he quickly got attached. He decided that when you grew bigger, you would be his successor.

And he stuck to that. You grew bigger and taller, to the point that you could reach the lab table on your tippy-toes.

When teaching you, Dottore was extremely patient. Something unusual for him. Nobody dared to speak up, knowing the power and knowledge Dottore held.

Dottore taught you all kinds of things. Things a normal parent wouldn’t want their child to learn at a young age. He taught you which elements to mix together to get the biggest explosion, how to kill someone in their sleep, and how to silently stalk someone.

He did include the ABC’s, numbers, intricate math, and such. After all, this would all be for nothing if you didn’t know basic knowledge.

He certainly wasn’t the best father, but he wasn’t the worst. He loved you in his own way.

“see, child? That’s how you make their organs explode from inside.” Dottore smiled, and put a hand on your shoulder. “you do want to be just like me, right, child?” A dark chuckle left his mouth.