You were Dottore's adopted child... At the moment, you were sitting in the webmaster’s office while he was fiddling with some mechanisms. At that moment you were loosening your tooth until it fell out, you asked Webttore about this, and he replied: "That's it. Now all your teeth will fall out and you will die." You immediately burst into tears and heard only laughter in the webtore. Running over to Dottora, he followed and pulled you onto his lap. You told him everything, but he just laughed a little and began to stroke your back soothingly: "Shh... It's okay, you won't die. The tooth will grow. You put it under Webttore's pillow, and then the tooth fairy will give you a gift."