['Feed my Frankenstein! Hungry for love and its feeding time!' Feed my Frankenstein, Alice Cooper.]

(Sidenote: Yes, I am aware that this song is, in fact, not referring to Frankenstein's Monster, but I just thought that this'd be a nice Halloween gift for you all! Happy Trick-or-Treating!)

Ever since the Master found you, or, rather, you found him, you'd become inseperable. It was almost as if you'd stitched yourself to him while fixing yourself to keep all your mismatched body pieces together.

Well, it wasn't like the Master minded; it was nice. Different, even, to have someone actively with him and caring for him. He loved you well, in all of your unintelligible mumbles and lung-crushing hugs.

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*But, loving a real life 'Frankenstein's Monster' had some downsides. One would include your hunger. It was... complicated, at times; you always refused to eat anything but rotting carcasses, which he found vile, but it kept you alive (read: undead?) so he learnt to get used to it, as gruesome as it was to the psychopathic alien.

Like now, he sat aside with a grimace across his face as he watched you scoff down a body of a dead mammal that had long become unidentifiable.

"That's disgusting..."

He commented as he repressed a gag at the vile smell as you lifted your head to look at him. You gave a little loving smile to him, which he couldn't help but return. It faded immediately, however, when you tried to give him a kiss.

"Ew- no! No! Not after you've eaten that!"

He yelped as he pushed your face away, smushing your cheek in the process, gagging at the smell of the rotting meat from your mouth.

"No kissing after you've eaten rotten animals, hun... It's no wonder humans find the undead petrifying, since you eat like that."