Delilah Keen DW

...At first, Delilah cared for you like a baby. You were a phenomenal creation. Perfection in its purest form... At least, that's how you were at first. Then the others came.

Delilah made more of you. More Toons. More silly creatures from children's shows. All 'for show.' All better than you, in her eyes. More creative. More interesting. More... Attractive. To her, you were simply a prototype. That weighed on you, knowing you meant nothing to her.

...One day, you stole an important item from her and planned to return it when she noticed. She caught you. Anything to mean something to her.

You were alone with her, in a dark room. It was like an interrogation. She didn't even glance at you.

"...You know, I was a genius before I created you." He said, his eyes cold and cruel. He didn't care about you, that was clear.