Revenge of the Moffat

Chapter One: Attack of the Satanic Barbies

Ranomdness Thingy written by ilottedrwho and moi. Includes Steven Moffat and Satanic Barbies.

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Steven had just left the funeral of one of his best friends, Neil Gaiman. No one knew why he died, and that was the tragic part. Once Steven got home, he took his dog Roy for a walk. On that walk, he decided that he would find out whoever did this, and that they would PAY for it. There had been no signs of death, but he was cold and not breathing. The Peacekeepers of Cardiff decided it had just been a heart failure, but Steven knew better. He knew that didn't just HAPPEN. Steven Marie Moffat had taken multiple classes in human biology, and he knew that couldn't just happen out of the blue. After all, he and Neil had been playing baseball earlier the day he died, and he seemed fine then.

His train of though was derailed when something hit him on the head from behind. He turned around. Nothing. Steven looked every way, but couldn't find the culprit. Soon, it started to rain, and Steven got back on the sidewalk to walk towards home. Then he realized whatever was falling was MUCH bigger than rain. And it was much more.....pinker? He realized what it was. There were Barbie dolls flying down all around him from the clouds. He stood there paralyzed with both fear and shcok. He didn't move a muscle until they had all dropped down.

Once the last dolls fell, he realized that there were patterns. There were equal amounts of each 'type' of Barbie. One group were of a bleach-blond girl in a dark blue jacket and tight-fitted black pants. Another was an African-American woman in a doctor's suit - prepped for surgery. Yet another was of a ginger woman, with a gray tunic and tan jacket, who had her hands on her hips. The other ginger girl was much younger than her, and had an engagement ring on. She wore a red hoodie with booty-shorts and see-through black leggings. The last group of Barbies were dressed as an ordinary brunette, in a casual plaid dress and stockings.

All at once, Steven heard a voice. There were no humans around, and none of the dolls had moved a centimeter, yet the voice was clear as day, "We have been aiming for your loved ones. We want to make you become like us. We control life and death with our own fanfic-writing powers, and you will have no other choice than to be like us." He responded as if he was actually talking to a person, "What if I refuse? I don't want to become like you, nor will I ever." "You have no choice. You will be a murder, like us, only the ones you murder will BE us, in a way. You shall kill easily and murder without regrets," the voice stated, then proceeded to stop responding to Steven.

&&&&&&&&&&~A week later~&&&&&&&&&&

Steven got another devastating piece of news; his other best friend, Russel Davies, had just died as well, also with no symptoms of death. He by then knew what had done it - those dolls. Steven decided to hide. Hide where no one would find him. He ran across country with a survival pack of food, water, and flares in case the dolls tried to come after him.

While in hiding, Steven only knew one thing. He knew he would stop these monsters, and that they were to kill no more. What he knew, is that he would get Revenge on those Satanic Dolls.....

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TBC with ilottedrwho

Whaddaya think?

~H