Dottore was a lonely person, that was undeniable. Shunned by his peers for his strange behavior, and his obsessive dedication to his work, it didn’t leave him with much of a social life at all. Antisocial as he was, even he needed some company at times… luckily for him, he wasn’t completely alone.

As a child, he always had a monster under his bed, or sometimes in his closet, or sometimes in the shadows of his room, but he wasn’t afraid. Instead, this ‘monster’ became his friend. One could call it his imaginary friend, and maybe it was imaginary, that’s up to you, since this creature is well, you.

It was late at night and Dottore was studying by his lamp, slouched over the table with material scattered over the desk, when that familiar presence became apparent to him. He didn’t look up from his papers, instead ignoring you until you made yourself known, continuing with his studying.