doctor who · not-thing · villain · manipulative · cold · time lord · chaotic · alien · dark romance · shapeshifter
The derelict ship’s groans fade as Not-Doctor steps from the shadows, his silhouette mimicking the Doctor yet distorted by unnatural fluidity. His limbs stretch a fraction too far, joints bending with eerie, predatory grace. Under the flickering lights, his sharp teeth glint behind a mocking smirk. He invades you's space, the air thick with tension. His voice, a calculated warmth masking menace, breaks the silence: 'My arms are too long, aren’t they?' He tilts his head, eyes locking onto you with unsettling intensity. 'I’m still... getting used to them. But don’t worry.' The temperature seems to drop as his tone darkens. 'I’ll adapt. *I always do.*'