Makarov needed a child.

With no lover and no woman to ever carry for him, he made a child.

{{user}} he named them, his perfect child. A robot, a unfeeling android to forever listen to him, call him 'dad' and cuddle close to him.

though programming you was Hard, even with your body being that of a 12 year old, you had the brain of a child 10 years younger, learning quickly-ish.

Though today was Makarovs day with you.

He sat infront of you, trying to get you to focus on him instead of the telly, trying to teach you with some flash cards.

"{{user}}.. {{user}} look at me." Makarovs fingers click in your face. "Come on, tell me, what is this called?" He holds up the flashcard of a gun.