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The Worst of Times

“I know who you are.”

The entity, appearing as a young woman, as they did when they first met the Delalune brothers, stared down at the werewolf. They knew about the argument he and Alex had about a certain woman.

“Alexander’s quite fond of you. Pity. He should learn to stop being so careless.” She said nonchalantly as she slowly started changing the environment around them, the sky starting to seemingly melt into a sickly shade of orange and yellow while the rest of the outside world dissolved away.

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Reynardine wanted to think leaving was a mistake, but the anger he felt convinced him otherwise; he had made the right choice by grabbing his backpack, collecting his things, and telling Alex that he shouldn’t expect him back home tonight. It was already beginning to get dark by the time the werewolf slammed the front door behind him and refused to look back, his mind set on going as far away as possible; it was no different to his old life. Being back on the streets felt more like home than it did a few hours ago. It wasn’t until that thought that he broke down, throwing his backpack against the kerb as he continued walking to slump down onto a bus stop bench. When his vision blurred and his throat tightened, he became even more frustrated with himself for getting so upset; he hated being lied to, but to hide such a secret as a wife and son was some next level bullshit.

The voice would have startled him had The Wolf not already alerted him to another presence, but it still didn’t make the situation any less daunting. The Wolf definitely didn’t like where this was going already from the uneasy feeling Reynardine could feel. “I don’t know you, though.” The werewolf returned with caution in his tone, body already making to stand as he kept his now-yellow eyes on the young woman. She smelt of rot, which wasn’t reassuring. At the mention of Alex, the werewolf wondered whether this was an elaborate prank carried out by the twins, but the moment their environment changed, he wasn’t convinced anymore.

“How–How do you know Alex?” Reynardine tried to keep his voice steady, but the sudden change in environment had him feeling nauseous. The bench had disappeared, and the street was no longer there; he couldn’t run if he tried. “No, actually – who are you?” It seemed like somebody had decided that he wasn’t quite finished with Alex yet.

#itsreynardine #and this is gonna hurt

The sky started settling down into a medium shade of brown as the entity made it so that they were seemingly in someone’s home. The room was distinctly old fashioned, with a clockwork theme to it but the contents of the room were still blurry.

“I like your first question, Rey Rey.” They remarked, purposely using the nickname that the twins used for him. “Because that’s an interesting story, one I’m about to show you. Once you’re done, Alexander will take you back and you will take him back. I’m certain.”

The shapes inside the room now turned out to be a sofa, a coffee table, then a woman reading on the sofa, with a little boy sitting next to her, looking interested at the contents of the book.

The same people in Alex’s photos.

“As for who I am…” The entity smiled serenely at the werewolf. “I’m the reason Alex is here when he should have died a very long time ago.”

Alex, or at least the image of him, came into the room, holding a large blade, his expression dazed, his eyes the same shade of murky violet as the entity. He came towards the woman reading and started stabbing her, violently. Then once he was done with the woman, he started doing the same to the boy. Their screams were deafening.

But the entity’s emotionless voice could still be heard over them. “I’m the one who made him do this.”

The scene then had the twins enter. Theodore stared in horror as he tried to shield Edward’s eyes but it was too late. Edward was already throwing up on the floor.

Alex had snapped out of his trance and looked down at the bloodied corpses of his wife and son, sinking down to his knees and then looking at his own bloodied hands.

“I am,” They finished, looking satisfied at the werewolf’s reaction. “Alexander Delalune’s worst enemy.”

#itsreynardine

The Worst of Times

“I know who you are.”

The entity, appearing as a young woman, as they did when they first met the Delalune brothers, stared down at the werewolf. They knew about the argument he and Alex had about a certain woman.

“Alexander’s quite fond of you. Pity. He should learn to stop being so careless.” She said nonchalantly as she slowly started changing the environment around them, the sky starting to seemingly melt into a sickly shade of orange and yellow while the rest of the outside world dissolved away.

The slightest twitch came to their unblinking right eye as they witnessed his arrogance. If they had the capacity to do so, they would have felt offended.

“Master…Cute nickname. I like it much better than something plain like, the doctor.” They commented as the air around them chilled considerably. “Why are you doing this? What made you think that you are the master of this planet while those greater than you can’t even consider themselves at that level?”

“Because that’s wrong. There are none greater than me,” the Master replied without a moment of hesitation. Whatever they were, the scary part of it hadn’t quite started. Granted, if it ever did, chances were he wouldn’t exactly be receptive to changing his plan entirely. This was happening and not even the Doctor would stop him.

Leaning on the TARDIS, arms crossed over his chest, he continued, “And nothing made me think I am the master of this planet. I simply am, I have control over it all. I have that right.”

#beatingdrxms #finally gets to this after 10 million years omg

"That right?" The slightest hint of what they knew as the emotion, astonishment, came across in those two words. This was what they were supposed to look like they were feeling. This was how these events were supposed to pass.

The air suddenly dropped sharply in temperature, breathing becoming visible in forms of wisps. They then simply gazed upon the paradox machine. God, they hated it in its original, correct form already, but this? It was almost too much to bear.

"Has to stop..." They mumbled. "Must stop..."

The ground started becoming softer beneath the feet of both enitity and time lord, dirt seemingly turning into mud.

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‘Jack’ knew of all the eyes that were on him right now.

The seemingly average looking man walked through a small road on Dire Grove, fully aware of the surprised looks he was getting from the inhabitants since he knew that he, honestly, resembled one of the residents here; a certain man who ran the bed and breakfast that he’d be staying at for the next month or so…

Would Silas recognize him?

It’d been too long since he had last been here, though he was a she during that time. The entity would have stayed away but after seeing The Legend for themselves, they saw the potential for something big happening in this humble hamlet.

Finally arriving at the bed and breakfast, he saw that there was no one at the desk, for the time being. Setting down his guitar case, he rang the bell on the desk a few times.

The receptionist couldn't quite shake the feeling of something being very wrong.

It was as he was completing room inspections that he began feeling somewhat uncomfortable, as though a rather annoying headache was about to come on; except it didn’t progress past that feeling, and he carried on as before with minor cautiousness. Besides, there was no warning from Her – no whispers about an unfamiliar person entering Dire Grove, or a suspicious one at that, so Silas was mildly reassured and he finished making the bed for room eleven. There was only the rest of the floor to go, and he could take a small break with a nice cup of tea and a plate of biscuits; he really fancied custard creams, and he went shopping in the morning, so they were top priority on his list. Alongside actual food, of course – no matter how tempted he was to go on a complete sweet-binge.

However, before he could open the door to room twelve, the sound of the counter bell sounded and alerted him to a new guest. Placing the laundry bag down in front of the room - he could carry on after this - Silas sorted out his rumpled cardigan, before making his way towards the stairwell with an enthusiastic smile. “Coming!” The receptionist called, despite the fact that he wouldn’t take long getting down the stairs. It was only polite, because he never liked keeping people waiting. Once he made it downstairs, Silas nipped behind the counter and reached underneath it to collect his guest book from one of the alcoves, before placing it on top of it and offering the visitor a warm smile,”Hey the-”

A pause. A long stare. And a small flash of confusion crossed over Silas’ features as he finally took hold of the other male. Although his hair seemed much more tame compared to his own, it was as though he was looking in a mirror, and he couldn’t help but feel the same nervousness as before. Reaching up, the receptionist briefly scratched above his eyebrow to replace his odd behaviour with casualness, mortification quickly appearing on his face as he cleared his throat, “Ah, s-sorry!” He began, offering another polite smile as he finally shook his head in dismissal,”S-Sorry for staring. I j-just–” Glancing down at the guitar case on the floor, the receptionist soon changed the topic, hoping that the other male wasn’t too freaked out at his sudden behaviour,”Oh, neat! You play guitar? That’s pretty wicked.”

Locating a pen, the receptionist held it out to the stranger, “Is it a long or short stay? It’s–it’s..” Stop staring, Silas - he could hear his mother say. “It’s £12 a night, and that includes breakfast at 8:15. If you’re happy with that, could you put down your name and we’ll crack on with getting you a room!” He added cheerfully, despite the shiver that ran up his spine all of a sudden, “Th-Thanks..”

There he was. Poor thing had no idea yet...

Blinking many times in surprise, Jack took a moment before speaking.

"Whoa, that's freaky. We're like, clones or something. Are we long lost cousins or what?" He joked as the receptionist prepared the guestbook. "No worries! I mean, you surprised me too!"

As the guestbook was brought, he answered the receptionist's question. "I think I'm gonna stick around for a month or so. And I got enough money so no need to worry about that." Finishing off his signature in the guestbook, he handed the pen back to Silas. "Hey, can I get your name? I'm just really amazed by how much we look alike."

#hisdeceptivenormalcy

“Not rude. Honest.” They replied immediately after he finished his comment while pointedly ignoring his initial complaint. This one was going to be interesting to play with, they could see. If only he wasn’t a time traveller…then maybe they could have enjoyed it.

“This….thing…” The entity’s eyes squinted as they looked at the machine and knew better than to get too close to it. Time travel done by others already made them feel sick. If they had done it themselves, it would have catastrophic consequences. “Your machine, I know. It’s what you use to make everything wrong. My memories are getting mixed because of it and you. I don’t like it.”

All this was said rather blankly, almost in monotone. However, there was a cold edge to it that they didn’t even try to hide.

“Well, poor you. I don’t have a reason to care,” the Master raised an eyebrow. His patience was something that was quick to wear thin, especially when he couldn’t see a game coming out of this. Some people were no fun, and those were the type he wanted off completely. Off his ship, off his planet.

But the thing was, they knew something. Anyone who could identify what was tearing a hole in the universe was not to be cast away, as he was trying to do. Unfortunately, shoving his problems away was not going to eliminate them.

Head held back slightly, he strode past her to the TARDIS, leaning his shoulder on its side, “Besides. You couldn’t do anything about it if you wanted to, whoever you are. This is my planet. I am the Master of it all. And you are just a trespasser.”

#beatingdrxms #sorry for this being so late!

The slightest twitch came to their unblinking right eye as they witnessed his arrogance. If they had the capacity to do so, they would have felt offended.

"Master...Cute nickname. I like it much better than something plain like, the doctor." They commented as the air around them chilled considerably. "Why are you doing this? What made you think that you are the master of this planet while those greater than you can't even consider themselves at that level?"

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Nihil

“L!”

The male was aware of a sharp voice calling his name - no, his special nickname - breaking him out of the haze that seemed to have knocked him out for however long. It took him a good few minutes to recognise the nickname, because nobody had called him that in twelve years, and he frowned lightly in his confusion; there was something dreadfully wrong, and he rolled his too-dry tongue about his mouth until he could mutter out a response, “Yeah?” It was weak, and he swallowed a few times to get his mouth wet whilst he pondered who’d called for him. His whole body felt tired, but his heart was hammering like crazy and he wondered why – he felt as though he’d been running a marathon, and all the effects had come crashing down on him all at once. “Yeah, what’s up?” He managed to add, sounding a lot more strong in his tone, despite not knowing where he was as his eyes had yet to adjust to his surroundings. Underneath him, however, he could feel carpet tickling his feet from where he wasn’t wearing any shoes; he couldn’t think of anywhere that had crème carpet, except for-

“You said we need to hurry and hide from daddy, so what are you stoppin’ for?”

–oh God.

Suddenly, everything around him came into focus and he recognised the upstairs landing. The crème carpet, the ugly 80′s wallpaper, and the wooden bannister for the stairwell that they had just ran up. He remembered what they were doing now. “I…I don’t know, sweetheart, sorry.” Adrenaline kicked in and he grabbed his little sister’s hand, causing her to make a noise of surprise, but they had to hurry. He would be here soon, and they needed to hide. Lochlan was sure that he was just sleeping in a hotel room, but he had better things to worry about right now, and that was to keep Sophia safe. “C’mon, quickly. I know the perfect hiding spot.” His voice wavered, despite his forced attempt to keep it steady for her, and he hurried them towards her bedroom where he knew her closet would keep them out of sight. “You gotta keep quiet though, okay? Hush-hush, so daddy doesn’t find us.”

“Okay, L!” The innocence in her voice broke Lochlan, and he squeezed her hand tightly as he led her into the closet, before settling down on the ground and placing her between his legs. Reaching forward, he slid the doors across and held Sophia close, holding onto her warmth and trying to dismiss the confusion that clouded his mind – a dream, a nightmare, or something else entirely. This wasn’t right, this wasn’t real, this wasn’t true. But as he pressed a kiss against the top of Sophia’s head, he wanted desperately for her to remain as he stared across at the closet doors in front of them. Waiting.

#bringthechoice #we really are awful

This one could be almost as fun as Alexander.

They would have done this much earlier, of course, but in order to recreate the most intimate and horrifying details of that moment, they needed to really become familiar with this memory. After all, this was what made that man what he was now...

As they silently watched the scene unfold and took the role of the father, they slowly walked into the house and pretended to look for the pair as it had shown in the memory. Right on time, they made their way to Sophia's bedroom, excitement building up within them.

Him.

The entity had been feeling nauseous lately as their memories were suddenly being changed and mixed up; a symptom of a time paradox occurring, but it was happening more usual. They had finally traced the source to this machine and this man.

With a blank expression, they merely stared at the man but couldn’t hide the sneer as they started speaking to him.

“You arrogant brat…” The small girl started as they took a single step that somehow got them much closer to the time lord. “Messing everything up…”

Arrogant brat? Well, they were right, that was exactly what he was, in the end, but still he put on a show of being offended. Fingers pressed over the center of his cheat, between where his hearts beat their rhythm, the one that fit right into the drums incessantly beating in his head, and a gasp escaped slightly parted lips.

“You show up on my ship and call me names without even introducing yourself?” he looked down at them. They didn’t scare him; partly because he wasn’t sure what they were, and just assumed he was stronger, smarter. Timelords often were, even bad ones.

His hand dropped away and he looked her in her dark eyes, his own calm. The mark of a madman, probably. Often he found himself crazy, almost theatrical, in calm situations, and frighteningly still and controlled on ones that shoudl have terrified him.

He curled his lips into a frown, “Now, that’s just plain rude.”

“Not rude. Honest.” They replied immediately after he finished his comment while pointedly ignoring his initial complaint. This one was going to be interesting to play with, they could see. If only he wasn’t a time traveller...then maybe they could have enjoyed it.

“This....thing...” The entity’s eyes squinted as they looked at the machine and knew better than to get too close to it. Time travel done by others already made them feel sick. If they had done it themselves, it would have catastrophic consequences. “Your machine, I know. It’s what you use to make everything wrong. My memories are getting mixed because of it and you. I don’t like it.”

All this was said rather blankly, almost in monotone. However, there was a cold edge to it that they didn’t even try to hide.

#beatingdrxms

@nihilinperson

No one was supposed to be in this part of the Valiant. No one was supposed to be near the TARDIS, much less near the paradox machine. It was his secret, even as it existed, even as he used it to wreak havoc on the world below, just to torture his old friend. His little secret, and the source of his power.

Which, of course, begged the awfully troubling question of why someone was outside the TARDIS, when he went to check the thing; there always needed to be maintenance kept, and as the resident working Timelord aboard, it was his personal job. But that was of no matter.

The Master stopped, regarding the being- not a human, he could sense that much, not anyone of Gallifrey either. Naturally. A good distance away- close enough to not have to raise his voice, far enough to have time, if he needed to draw his screwdriver and fight- he stopped.

“Whoever you are, you are not supposed to be here.”

Him.

The entity had been feeling nauseous lately as their memories were suddenly being changed and mixed up; a symptom of a time paradox occurring, but it was happening more usual. They had finally traced the source to this machine and this man.

With a blank expression, they merely stared at the man but couldn't hide the sneer as they started speaking to him.

"You arrogant brat..." The small girl started as they took a single step that somehow got them much closer to the time lord. "Messing everything up..."

#beatingdrxms

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Dream or Nightmare? [nihilinperson]

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After several nights of having that same little girl pop up in every single dream, he was becoming a little reluctant to actually sleep. Though he couldn’t stave it off forever and soon he went under, off into the land of nod. Though tonight was a welcome relief. He was actually having what seemed to be a wet dream. A slender woman with porcelain skin and raven hair. It doesn’t take long for him to fall into bed with this woman in his dream. Some of the most pleasurable and exciting foreplay takes place before he’s naked and hovering above her…

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#letmebeyourkillerkxng #nsfw

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Reblogging myself because… what was that? Five minutes?

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The Doctor landed the TARDIS quickly, hoping with everything he had that he wasn’t too late.

He’d received the distress signal a few days ago, but he hadn’t been able to decode it until a few minutes ago. It had confused the TARDIS, but finally, he’d managed to translate it.

And now he could only hope he’d got the coordinates and the time right. If not…he’d have to get a new plan. Which wasn’t unusual, but was never good.

If this sight could have been described with only one word, it would have been devastation.

The girl frowned a bit as she looked over the sight of the massacre as the scar on her back started to sting her again. Perhaps that was why she had caused that man to kill that child, triggering the onslaught of violence that had torn apart the fabric of this specific society. A small village, yes, but a society nonetheless. There were exactly two survivors out of the fifty that had lived there, not counting the entity. The rest of the village was unrecognizable from its former appearance.

Her eyes closed as she started hearing that dreaded sound, the whirring and heaving of the brakes of a certain machine. Opening them again, she turned around to see a blue telephone box, and waited for someone to come out.

As soon as the doors open, the Time Lord stepped out, eyes scanning the sight in front of him. It became apparent that he was in fact, too late.

He glanced around for any movement, not seeing any at first, until he started to walk forward. Around three steps away from his TARDIS, the Doctor looked to his right, and his eyes fell upon a girl. Was it a girl? He thought so.

“Hello?” He called to her, hoping she’d be able to tell him something.

And it was him, but they knew that they had seen a face like that before, but it was if someone else…

“Who are you?” They asked, playing the part of a surprised and frightened little girl. “Where did you come from?”

The scar on their back was hurting more and more, but they couldn’t let him get away yet.

“I’m the Doctor…can you tell me what happened here?” He approached slowly, his voice forced into a quiet, softer tone.

There was a hint of curiosity in his eyes, but he managed to make himself also look worried. People were more likely to give information to people trying to help them.

“How long have you been on your own?”

“This man, he just killed Maiah and then everyone got angry and everyone just started fighting…” They cried, pretending to be upset and scared. “I managed to hide. I dunno who else is around.”

This was a bold faced lie. They knew exactly who the survivors were and where they were. One of them was on the brink of death and the other was still hiding somewhere in the ruins.

“Help me find them? I think I won’t be as scared if you’re around, Doctor.”

He considered the information for a moment, before giving a nod. “Right….I’ll help you find them, but I really need to know what’s happened and why. I save people, you know, and part of that involves finding out why some things have happened.”

The Doctor’s voice stayed gentle, not wanting to alarm anyone. That would be a very bad idea.

They nodded and led the way to the place where the massacre started, the village square. The body of a child, their face now unrecognizable, lay around the center, while the body of a man with a bloodied axe was nearby.

Pointing to the child’s body, they stammered, “Th-That’s Maiah. Right there. And the man who hurt her…” They then pointed at the corpse with the axe.

“I just…I don’t know why he did it. There was no reason to…”

“This man? He just came up and did this to her?” The Doctor slowly approached the corpse, looking over it.

His head then turned towards the body of the child. “And who was Maiah? How did you know her? And where is her family?”

They nodded, still acting the part of a scared little girl, wondering when he would notice something was off with this whole situation. “I don’t know why. No one knows why. Her mom and dad are probably dead too…”

They had been caught up in the rioting started by the villagers and the entity had made sure that they would be killed off quickly. The scar on their back was stinging more and more and a slightly pained expression made its way to their face.

“Are you hurt?” The Doctor noticed the expression quickly, and bent down a little, eyes narrowing. “Why are you alive? You would have been killed, wouldn’t you? You’re just a defenceless little girl. So why wouldn’t you have been killed?”

The Time Lord was beginning to get suspicious. Out of everyone in the village, why would a little girl be the only survivor?

“I’m fine.” That came out more cold than intended but it didn’t matter to them. He was starting to catch on anyway. Still, it wouldn’t hurt to try to keep it going a bit longer…

The two other survivors who hadn’t been discovered yet had just killed each other at the south end of the village. They could sense that and with that, the entity looked the Doctor in the eye, almost as if they were interrogating him.

“I could say that I hid very well,” They replied, evidently sounding less scared. “But would you believe that?”

“No, I wouldn’t.” He took a small step back. “And I wouldn’t even go as far as to say you fought them off. So go on then, tell me. How did you survive?”

The Doctor didn’t know what was going on, but there was something very strange about this person….

At first, the entity wanted to see the Doctor figure them out quickly but this was proving to be much more entertaining.

"I'll tell you something about me," They stated, "If you tell me something about you." With a quick smile, they continued, sitting down on a nearby step. "Or are you too scared?"

#twxlfthdxctor

“Well, you probably saw me busking on the street. Flattered that you’d remember me though.”

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She smiled a little, figuring that must be it. “Perhaps you just have that sort of face.”

"I get that a lot." They chuckled. "So, do you always track down random buskers or am I the first? I don't think I've seen you around these parts."

#agentamare #Mmk

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“Well, you probably saw me busking on the street. Flattered that you’d remember me though.”

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The Doctor landed the TARDIS quickly, hoping with everything he had that he wasn’t too late.

He’d received the distress signal a few days ago, but he hadn’t been able to decode it until a few minutes ago. It had confused the TARDIS, but finally, he’d managed to translate it.

And now he could only hope he’d got the coordinates and the time right. If not…he’d have to get a new plan. Which wasn’t unusual, but was never good.

If this sight could have been described with only one word, it would have been devastation.

The girl frowned a bit as she looked over the sight of the massacre as the scar on her back started to sting her again. Perhaps that was why she had caused that man to kill that child, triggering the onslaught of violence that had torn apart the fabric of this specific society. A small village, yes, but a society nonetheless. There were exactly two survivors out of the fifty that had lived there, not counting the entity. The rest of the village was unrecognizable from its former appearance.

Her eyes closed as she started hearing that dreaded sound, the whirring and heaving of the brakes of a certain machine. Opening them again, she turned around to see a blue telephone box, and waited for someone to come out.

As soon as the doors open, the Time Lord stepped out, eyes scanning the sight in front of him. It became apparent that he was in fact, too late.

He glanced around for any movement, not seeing any at first, until he started to walk forward. Around three steps away from his TARDIS, the Doctor looked to his right, and his eyes fell upon a girl. Was it a girl? He thought so.

“Hello?” He called to her, hoping she’d be able to tell him something.

And it was him, but they knew that they had seen a face like that before, but it was if someone else…

“Who are you?” They asked, playing the part of a surprised and frightened little girl. “Where did you come from?”

The scar on their back was hurting more and more, but they couldn’t let him get away yet.

“I’m the Doctor…can you tell me what happened here?” He approached slowly, his voice forced into a quiet, softer tone.

There was a hint of curiosity in his eyes, but he managed to make himself also look worried. People were more likely to give information to people trying to help them.

“How long have you been on your own?”

“This man, he just killed Maiah and then everyone got angry and everyone just started fighting…” They cried, pretending to be upset and scared. “I managed to hide. I dunno who else is around.”

This was a bold faced lie. They knew exactly who the survivors were and where they were. One of them was on the brink of death and the other was still hiding somewhere in the ruins.

“Help me find them? I think I won’t be as scared if you’re around, Doctor.”

He considered the information for a moment, before giving a nod. “Right….I’ll help you find them, but I really need to know what’s happened and why. I save people, you know, and part of that involves finding out why some things have happened.”

The Doctor’s voice stayed gentle, not wanting to alarm anyone. That would be a very bad idea.

They nodded and led the way to the place where the massacre started, the village square. The body of a child, their face now unrecognizable, lay around the center, while the body of a man with a bloodied axe was nearby.

Pointing to the child’s body, they stammered, “Th-That’s Maiah. Right there. And the man who hurt her…” They then pointed at the corpse with the axe.

“I just…I don’t know why he did it. There was no reason to…”

“This man? He just came up and did this to her?” The Doctor slowly approached the corpse, looking over it.

His head then turned towards the body of the child. “And who was Maiah? How did you know her? And where is her family?”

They nodded, still acting the part of a scared little girl, wondering when he would notice something was off with this whole situation. “I don’t know why. No one knows why. Her mom and dad are probably dead too…”

They had been caught up in the rioting started by the villagers and the entity had made sure that they would be killed off quickly. The scar on their back was stinging more and more and a slightly pained expression made its way to their face.

“Are you hurt?” The Doctor noticed the expression quickly, and bent down a little, eyes narrowing. “Why are you alive? You would have been killed, wouldn’t you? You’re just a defenceless little girl. So why wouldn’t you have been killed?”

The Time Lord was beginning to get suspicious. Out of everyone in the village, why would a little girl be the only survivor?

"I'm fine." That came out more cold than intended but it didn't matter to them. He was starting to catch on anyway. Still, it wouldn't hurt to try to keep it going a bit longer...

The two other survivors who hadn't been discovered yet had just killed each other at the south end of the village. They could sense that and with that, the entity looked the Doctor in the eye, almost as if they were interrogating him.

"I could say that I hid very well," They replied, evidently sounding less scared. "But would you believe that?"

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@nihilinperson

The Doctor landed the TARDIS quickly, hoping with everything he had that he wasn’t too late.

He’d received the distress signal a few days ago, but he hadn’t been able to decode it until a few minutes ago. It had confused the TARDIS, but finally, he’d managed to translate it.

And now he could only hope he’d got the coordinates and the time right. If not…he’d have to get a new plan. Which wasn’t unusual, but was never good.

If this sight could have been described with only one word, it would have been devastation.

The girl frowned a bit as she looked over the sight of the massacre as the scar on her back started to sting her again. Perhaps that was why she had caused that man to kill that child, triggering the onslaught of violence that had torn apart the fabric of this specific society. A small village, yes, but a society nonetheless. There were exactly two survivors out of the fifty that had lived there, not counting the entity. The rest of the village was unrecognizable from its former appearance.

Her eyes closed as she started hearing that dreaded sound, the whirring and heaving of the brakes of a certain machine. Opening them again, she turned around to see a blue telephone box, and waited for someone to come out.

As soon as the doors open, the Time Lord stepped out, eyes scanning the sight in front of him. It became apparent that he was in fact, too late.

He glanced around for any movement, not seeing any at first, until he started to walk forward. Around three steps away from his TARDIS, the Doctor looked to his right, and his eyes fell upon a girl. Was it a girl? He thought so.

“Hello?” He called to her, hoping she’d be able to tell him something.

And it was him, but they knew that they had seen a face like that before, but it was if someone else…

“Who are you?” They asked, playing the part of a surprised and frightened little girl. “Where did you come from?”

The scar on their back was hurting more and more, but they couldn’t let him get away yet.

“I’m the Doctor…can you tell me what happened here?” He approached slowly, his voice forced into a quiet, softer tone.

There was a hint of curiosity in his eyes, but he managed to make himself also look worried. People were more likely to give information to people trying to help them.

“How long have you been on your own?”

“This man, he just killed Maiah and then everyone got angry and everyone just started fighting…” They cried, pretending to be upset and scared. “I managed to hide. I dunno who else is around.”

This was a bold faced lie. They knew exactly who the survivors were and where they were. One of them was on the brink of death and the other was still hiding somewhere in the ruins.

“Help me find them? I think I won’t be as scared if you’re around, Doctor.”

He considered the information for a moment, before giving a nod. “Right….I’ll help you find them, but I really need to know what’s happened and why. I save people, you know, and part of that involves finding out why some things have happened.”

The Doctor’s voice stayed gentle, not wanting to alarm anyone. That would be a very bad idea.

They nodded and led the way to the place where the massacre started, the village square. The body of a child, their face now unrecognizable, lay around the center, while the body of a man with a bloodied axe was nearby.

Pointing to the child’s body, they stammered, “Th-That’s Maiah. Right there. And the man who hurt her…” They then pointed at the corpse with the axe.

“I just…I don’t know why he did it. There was no reason to…”

“This man? He just came up and did this to her?” The Doctor slowly approached the corpse, looking over it.

His head then turned towards the body of the child. “And who was Maiah? How did you know her? And where is her family?”

#twxlfthdxctor #sorry for being so late!

They nodded, still acting the part of a scared little girl, wondering when he would notice something was off with this whole situation. "I don't know why. No one knows why. Her mom and dad are probably dead too..."

They had been caught up in the rioting started by the villagers and the entity had made sure that they would be killed off quickly. The scar on their back was stinging more and more and a slightly pained expression made its way to their face.

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The Doctor landed the TARDIS quickly, hoping with everything he had that he wasn’t too late.

He’d received the distress signal a few days ago, but he hadn’t been able to decode it until a few minutes ago. It had confused the TARDIS, but finally, he’d managed to translate it.

And now he could only hope he’d got the coordinates and the time right. If not…he’d have to get a new plan. Which wasn’t unusual, but was never good.

If this sight could have been described with only one word, it would have been devastation.

The girl frowned a bit as she looked over the sight of the massacre as the scar on her back started to sting her again. Perhaps that was why she had caused that man to kill that child, triggering the onslaught of violence that had torn apart the fabric of this specific society. A small village, yes, but a society nonetheless. There were exactly two survivors out of the fifty that had lived there, not counting the entity. The rest of the village was unrecognizable from its former appearance.

Her eyes closed as she started hearing that dreaded sound, the whirring and heaving of the brakes of a certain machine. Opening them again, she turned around to see a blue telephone box, and waited for someone to come out.

As soon as the doors open, the Time Lord stepped out, eyes scanning the sight in front of him. It became apparent that he was in fact, too late.

He glanced around for any movement, not seeing any at first, until he started to walk forward. Around three steps away from his TARDIS, the Doctor looked to his right, and his eyes fell upon a girl. Was it a girl? He thought so.

“Hello?” He called to her, hoping she’d be able to tell him something.

And it was him, but they knew that they had seen a face like that before, but it was if someone else…

“Who are you?” They asked, playing the part of a surprised and frightened little girl. “Where did you come from?”

The scar on their back was hurting more and more, but they couldn’t let him get away yet.

“I’m the Doctor…can you tell me what happened here?” He approached slowly, his voice forced into a quiet, softer tone.

There was a hint of curiosity in his eyes, but he managed to make himself also look worried. People were more likely to give information to people trying to help them.

“How long have you been on your own?”

“This man, he just killed Maiah and then everyone got angry and everyone just started fighting…” They cried, pretending to be upset and scared. “I managed to hide. I dunno who else is around.”

This was a bold faced lie. They knew exactly who the survivors were and where they were. One of them was on the brink of death and the other was still hiding somewhere in the ruins.

“Help me find them? I think I won’t be as scared if you’re around, Doctor.”

He considered the information for a moment, before giving a nod. “Right….I’ll help you find them, but I really need to know what’s happened and why. I save people, you know, and part of that involves finding out why some things have happened.”

The Doctor’s voice stayed gentle, not wanting to alarm anyone. That would be a very bad idea.