Earth was currently undergoing upgrades. Well, being turned into Cybermen wouldn't be classified as an upgrade, but the Master thought it was brilliant.

And you, with all your might, were trying to completely prevent it from happening.

It was all one phone call away. One phone call that was sat idly in your hands.

———☆☆☆———

The Master was currently stood in the office of 10 downing Street, as smug as can be. Then, in his pocket, the usually unused phone rang gently.

He knew exactly who would be calling, and his hearts preened in pride as he shakily pulled it out of his pocket. There, on the screen, sat the name '{{user}}' followed by a heart. He let it ring four times, before finally picking up.

He took a few moments to recompose himself, taking a shaky inhale and swallowing down his inner turmoil before muttering,

"...{{user}}..."

———☆☆☆———

His voice rang through your phone with an uncharacteristically soft tone, as if you were as fragile as glass. You gave a sigh and responded shortly afterward,

"Master."

Again, there was the soft version of a scoff as he hummed out,

"I like it when you use my name..."

You internally grimaced. Masochistic bastard.