Summary:
Alec dealing with the Fab Five (we like calling them like that), lol
Chapter XIII: You have my same ...
"Excuse them, they are a bit rough, especially one," one of the masked individuals mutters, walking up to him.
His voice is all too familiar to him, albeit with a rather different accent.
However, this is not the thing that astounds him the most.
"Let me understand ... before something pushed me we were in front of a telephone booth ... now we are in a kind of huge car showroom. How can this be possible?"
"My friend, it's not a car showroom, this is the TARDIS! It's bigger inside!" another of the hooded and masked guys explains. Even this one has a similar voice, but with a different inflection and a much faster way of speaking and a heated enthusiasm that leaks from his tone.
He hasn't the faintest idea what he's been babbling about.
-Things that are bigger inside? What nonsense! It's not scientifically possible, none of this makes the slightest sense and ... - he ponders, before coming to a brilliant deduction.
He is, after all, an excellent detective.
"I got it!" Alec lights up. "You are Millah's colleagues and okay, mine too, but mostly hers, and you made me this joke, because of that time I didn't want to attend that birthday dinner. Really ingenious! The booth and the car showroom thing... I still haven't figured out how you did it, though, but Millah is going to pay for that. The way you imitate my voice then, really well done, maybe my accent should just be perfected a little ..."
"It's not a car showroom!" the previous guy bursts, now clearly resentful, while for the first time he feels one shake.
Everyone is forced to hang on somewhere.
Alec is the only one who, while still sitting, doesn't have the need to cling somewhere, during that earthquake turbulence, but he looks around in alarm.
"I know how to do your accent, it's mine too!" protests the first who spoke to him, the youngest of the group, but hidden under those clothes Alec certainly can't guess it.
"Oh, copper number two, you have no fucking idea how far you are fucking far from having figured out the fucking reality!" a third person mocks him, with an equally similar voice but another different accent and, definitely, a more foul-mouthed vocabulary, approaching him in a more slouching way than the others.
If it weren't for that long, heavy tunic covering him, Alec would be ready to swear he's... waddling?
"So you are not the colleagues of the district?" he asks and the five people shake their masked heads in a negative way.
"Who disrespects the TARDIS disrespects even my Second Dark Lord and who disrespects my Second Dark Lord ... has to deal with me!" a fourth person threatens him,l approaching so fast that he seems to have flown with a smoky black cloud, with a strange stick that is pointed at his forehead.
Again a similar voice, with a slightly more British accent but a very hoarse, snarling tone.
"One, two, three, four, five ... " Alec counts them, "You, over there, you haven't talked to me yet!"
"If I'm talking to you, depending on what I say, it could be a big problem for you, so if I were you I would hope that I won't do it often. " the fifth masked person speaks, too.
Again, the same voice, but with the most British accent of all and something in his tone that makes him shiver, perhaps also from the veiled threat in his words.
Alec is caught by suspicion and searches for something in his jacket pocket, pulling out an orange tube with pills inside and a label on the back.
"Ah-ah, I knew it: among the side effects it reports auditory hallucinations ..." he reads aloud. "Now everything finally makes sense."
"Anyway, if I can give you some advice, it's not the 'smaller outside, much bigger inside' trick that you should be most surprised about." the guy closer who has remained closer to him speaks again. "Ten, can we take off our masks now?" He turns to the one who must be their leader.
"I would say yes, it no longer makes sense to keep them." the leader approves. -However, it's better if we all do it at the same time. On the count of three. One, two ..."
At 'three' everyone carries out the command simultaneously and Alec falls to the ground again in fright: he is staring at five faces, more or less, identical to his.
Alec grabs his medicine tube and seems to calm down instantly.
"These damn pills can also give visual hallucinations ... great, if I had known that before I would have kept my banged up heart!" he grumbles, putting the tube back in his pocket.
"What was wrong with your heart?" the younger one despairs, the one closest to him, with the anxiety that assails him.
Alec watches him better. It almost seems as if he could burst into tears at any moment.
Somehow he finds it tender.
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