White linen cloth wiped around the rim of a clean and spotless glass cup that glistened in the light of the bar. The hand that held the cloth and glass were unsteady, not shaking as it was more of a steady vibration. His hands haven't quite gotten used to holding solid objects but they've become useful enough for his current tasks.

Half of his hair tied back, only a few stands that acted like bangs hung in front of his eyes but not enough that they would become an issue. The Doctor would have fixed it otherwise.

Placing the freshly wiped cup beside all the other ones, he grabbed another one and continued his task. The room was silent all except for the buzz of the lights. He liked it this way, and while he hasn't found- no, he hasn't been given any likes or preferences; silence however, may become something to enjoy. And the buzz reminds him of when he first opened his eyes.

Buzzing of a monitor filled his ear canals and flooded his brain with an irritating vibration. As his mind came to his body, he noticed that he felt heavy and without a steady form, similar to liquid in something similar to a plastic bag.

Sitting up was beyond stressing as he continued to fail at the seemingly simple task.

'You cannot fail-'

The fraise rang in his head as he continued his attempt at the seemingly minuscule task.

"Now now, there isn't a need to rush. Do not wear yourself out over such an easy task, you're not created for that. Take a moment and think about it, come on now" Tilting his head as much as he could, he could make out a shape that was only visible by the flashing red light next to him which cast shadow over his stout form.

Thinking his instructions over carefully, something struck him as odd. He knows that he came from somewhere, but why does this shadow say that he is created and how does he know what it is that he is created for?

No, wait, he is able to do this pathetically small task. Attempting to sit up once again, he now noticed a heavy feeling across his chest----

He stopped his movements and stared at his reflection in the glass; odd, he can't recall anything else on that moment.... no matter. That is no longer important. What is important though, it completing this task before master asks to see him again. Master has been using his quite a lot as of late and it brings him a sense of usefulness.

Shaking his head as to get back on track, he placed the cup down and reached for another one but instead his hand knocked it over. As fast as he could, he felt his hair float and his quirk activate: black mist swallowed the glass and the same object landed in his other hand that wasn't creating the stream on mist.

Doing it just as the Doctor instructed, he formed the mental image and the light switch as to turn his quirk on and off. Flipping the switch off, the black mist dissipated and returned to nothing. He still doesn't understand his abilities or how the Doctor created him, but he is grateful non the less as he is now able to serve master as best he can: without fail and with only perfection that such a job asks for.

His eyes were closed for a moment while still cleaning the glasses when the door creaked open and a particularly strong scent (one that he could not put words to) accompanied it. Without much thought, he activated his quirk but still continued working.

The floor boards moaned as weight was applied to them. The shuffling of feet annoyed him, he had just cleaned that floor. Now he won't be able to get any sleep without having to clean first.

"Hey you- make me and my friends here a shot of your strongest alcohol and make a bloody Mary for the lady" one said in a voice coated in vile liquor. Choosing to finish his job, he ignored the man but kept his quirk on. Foot steps walked up closer and the speaker leaned over the counter until he was nearly lying across it. "Oi cloud, I told you what to make so do your job"

Sighing, the noise held a strange affect that made it sound mechanical and produced falsely. He would have one big mess to clean up for this. Slinging his cloth over his shoulder, he put the glass under the counter as to save at least the one from the impending doom.

The mans face drooped and vomit was expelled all over the counter top. His comrades laughed drunkenly and stumbled over one and other. As he spit the last of the phlegm out of his mouth and into the puddle, he too laughed and high-fived his pals. The puddle splashed a small droplet onto a once clean suit and now, he decided it would be time for them to depart.

Grabbing it out from under the bar, he pulled it out of its sheath and warped a gate to form directly under his hand and right above the speakers head.

Jabbing his arm down in one quick thrust, he drove a long blade directly into the head of the man and killed him instantly.

As the action set into the others alcohol swayed minds, they looked down at their deceased friend, then to the creation behind the counter and then back to their friend who lay in a pool of blood.

Time to put the doctors training to good use.

(A/N: I will post official pictures of what he looks like on my Instagram, names in my bio. Hope you all enjoyed the chapter and please correct me where it needs to be corrected)