She learned it the hard way. Some people were never meant to exist. Not even the Doctor wants her as a companion. But then the Master saves her from certain death and discovers that this human girl might be of more use to him than he expected.
Ranki...
May your day be spoopy and your night filled with candy! Also, don't touch the Ouija! (As we've all learned from creepy pastas xD (Yes, I listen to too many of those, lol) )
Also slight TW for... idk? It's not gory or so... just generally unsettling, probably.
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"You planned this?" I muttered as it became obvious that the Master wasn't the least distressed by the Doctor's vanishing.
"Improvised. He wasn't supposed to leave the cell just yet." He shrugged and strode to the door, donning his cowboy hat with a bright grin. "But it's too late to sabotage it anyway. Come along, little light."
For some reason it sent a chill down my spine when he called me that. I wanted to protest, tell him that he was wrong and that there was no light within me, only an ever growing, all consuming darkness...
But as soon as I stepped out the doors it was all forgotten and swiped away by the monstrosity that had replaced what once used to be a simple, but dirty road through a town made of wood.
Whatever I had awaited it wasn't this, couldn't be this. Nothing in my mind was prepared for an abomination that wasn't possible or palpable, as if all the unnamed horrors I had imagined in the darkness had come to life and found a form to show itself in picture instead of vague haunting emotions.
Along the houses now stood a row of strange machines, metal constructions with wires and tubes, lowly humming with the sparks of electricity. Inside every contraption lay one of the many inhabitants of this town, wrapped in leather straps and wires, hooked to the frame that seemed to make them all one. None of the people was conscious, all lying there with closed eyes and unmoving, streaks of electricity dancing over their bodies and bouncing back and forth between different machine parts. Crackling static filled the air and a tension that was too real and thick to be imagined, all underlined by the eerie double illumination of sunlight and the cold glow of the still present moon. It had returned to the sky, blue and unnerving and now, as I dared to take a longer look, also seemingly about to... fall apart. Stripes of blue and grey crumbled away from the celestial body, evaporating to dust that slowly fell into the cosmos.
"What in the..." I breathed out, frozen in place, unable to wrap my mind around the image.
Then I saw the Doctor, dancing around one of the strapped down people, obviously trying his best to find a way to free them without doing more harm. Next to me trod the Master, playing with the Doctor's sonic screwdriver that he had nicked. A satisfied smirk sat on his face.
"Tell me it's pretty," he demanded. "A true piece of art, isn't it?"
Suddenly I had the urge to step away. No. To run. My eyes darted over the surreal scenery, my mind begging me to wake up.
