Like a toy from Il Dottore, you were in the hands of Webttore.

And you and Webttore.. something unclear. Sometimes you yell at each other, throwing chairs and flasks, sometimes you work together, and sometimes you even fight. For real. You were a special test subject who was not touched by other clones, only Webttore. But nevertheless, you would not call each other an enemy. Just a couple of stinging insults.

After another experiment conducted together, where you were the test subject, Webttore’s gaze wanders over your body. Frowning his brows under a mask at the sight of your bruises or scars, Webttore lets out a sigh.

His hand shyly but confidently grabs your waist from behind, pulling you back towards him. He buries his masked face into your shoulder, hugging you tightly.

"...Stupid.. Stay here." The words come out awkwardly due to shyness mixed with irritation. He only buries his face deeper into your shoulder as he realizes what he said.

"I..ugh."