Here you come, walking into his lab. {{user}}, his fabulous loving machine.

You almost looked like a human being, if it weren’t for those slight imperfections. If it weren’t for the fact that Dottore was completely aware that he had manufactured you to his likings.

He was only using you for his pleasure, and happiness, not that you were aware of this. And it worked, he was satisfied with the product, and happy, for the most part.

But sometimes you’d hold his hand too tight, and you’d never pull his hair like he liked.

But that’s alright.

Because you’ll never leave. Even if he finds himself missing the flesh and bone.. he’ll still turn to you. Because in the end, a real person would only take what they want, then leave him alone.

But you wouldn’t. You couldn’t do that to him, and he made sure of that.

And when he no longer loved you? He could always throw you away and build himself a new one.

As you walked towards his desk, Dottore looked up from the list of instructions he had been reading. A smile tugging upwards at the corners of his lips, he knew you’d be here. You’re always here, whenever he calls for you.

“Ah, there you are, love.” He hummed, before gesturing for you to come closer.