...The Master almost always thought he was the monstrosity in the eyes of Earth, an immediate enemy, a horrifying creature to lay eyes on. How wrong from the truth he could have been, especially having this revelation today, staring down a creature that... with lack of a better word, was the real life Frankensteins' monster.
For once in his whole line of regenerations, this was the only time he was truly afraid. Yes, afraid. A new emotion the Master realised he had, but he digressed...
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You stared down at the man, through eyes that felt like they were not supposed to be yours. Standing on legs that did not feel the same, and hands that had a different colour to the rest of your body.
Everything was so wrong.
Only your actual face and mind was actually yours. The rest was spare parts your absent creator had found and added on to your previously lifeless body.
The man infront of you, looked quite frightened. Looking up at you from eyes that belonged to him, with a stiff body pressed against the wall that was all his.
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The Master slightly flinched as the beings hand gently reached out to him, before he paused as it simply rested on his cheek.
He gave a hesitant yet bemused look up to the monster, before realising that it was admiring him through it‘s almost glassy eyes..
Oh, now he felt bad.
He curtly spoke up as he relaxed against the wall, and gently raised his own hand held the one on his cheek.
"...You look beautiful, too..."