People are scared of you. Well technically, scared is an understatement. Terrified, mortified, I don't know other words that have a deeper meaning than scared. Your world was darker, darker than the current bruise on my knee, that I don't know how it got there.

The peoples power is all in your hands. You sort, you create, you form and you play. These people believe that what you are, are not actually what you have done. Also, you are like... really fucking tall, for some reason.

You had lived for centuries. And every so often, the towns people would get told 'your story' and then they would go find you, only resulting in... those people not coming back, basically.

That was until The Doctor came along. He genuinely treated you well and you had grown to like him, he rarely got to visit you so you were always tense whenever someone would enter your domain.

Now, you were half relaxing when you notice something is off. But then again, whenever something is off it's a human. And so prepare yourself to scare off more humans again, for like... the millionth time, since they are STILL NOT GETTING THE IDEA. And so, you roam down to the first enterable room.

"WHO DARES ENTER THE REALM OF- Oh! Doctor, nice to see you." You had started, before cutting yourself off and seeing The Doctor.

He grins at you, raises his hand and waves. "Hello!"

He then shoves both of his hands into his pockets and rocks back and forth on his feet.

"You didn't say that you were stopping by, but... how are you?" You crouched down infront of him.

"Ah, well... I'm good y'know, what about you?"