Chibs

Chapter 1

As you walk into the billion dollar mansion with his golden life size statue with colossal biceps, nervous for your upcoming interview, you hoped with your whole forces he would pick you to be his multi trillion gazillion dollar wife. You took a sip of your Starbucks martini in a pink sparkly flask, your hands trembling at the thought of meeting HIM.
Jodey Whitteka is giving you a nasty glare.
"Are you here for the interview fam?"
You let out the breathe you were holding, relieved that it wasn't him yet.
You saw she was dressed in potato bag looking clothes with rainbow suspenders and boots, slave like. She had crusty yellow hair with the letter C tattooed in gold ink into her forehead, to mark her slaveship.

Her walkie talkie started making static noises, then a volumptious deep but juicy voice talked through it. "Fam jodey send er' through fam." The voice spoke. You swallow dryly as the voice sinks itself into your skin. It is so beautiful and sexy and you want him in you. Now.

"In yew go fam, gud look." Jodi said with her Sheffield accent, sweating slightly. She is obviously effected by his godly voice.
They room is dark. The walls are red velvet and the floor is a deep black. There are handcuffs connected to every wall with expensive looking vintage fainting couches poised under them. You know that this is the room you will spend time ;) with him in.

"Ello fam."

You gulped, you knew what was coming next, probably you.

"Cum closer fam, don't be shy."

As you get closer, you see something move from the air vent to your left. You see a pair of old, crinkly eyes with his dead black soul stare back at you. You know those eyes. Is that-?

Your thought cuts off at Chibs grabs you by the ass and sniffs your neck like a weird dog. "Wow fam, you smell delish!" His scent is exotic, something you have never smelled before. He smelt like Co op sea salt and chardonnay vinegar crisps with a musky hint of Sheffield. Mmm delish. ;p

Suddenly, growling viciously like an sigma wolf, his bulging biceps shove everything except his mug onto the black, luscious carpet. You couldn't make out what was written in the mug, but you were drooling with anticipation to see. He launched you onto the desk, throwing your whore body with his voluptuous strength , crashing you onto the now clear space.

His juicy, kylie Jenner like lips crashed onto yours, sexily slobbering over your face like the sigma wolf he is. He turns you around with his voluptuous strength. You could feel his big, fat, juicy, massive, huge, colossaly hard-

THE MUG.

It was in sight.

" #1 Doctor who writer" it read. What the f*ck!!!!

Before you could speak up, he crashes his thicc triceps into your weak little knees. "Oil fam, You like that kitten?" He purred into your eardrum. Your big massive tiddies bounced with every thrust of his triceps.
"Unnnhhhhh yesssss fammmm unnhhhhhhhhhhh." He yelped out, trying to reproduce some little scouse babies. But you came back to your senses.

"Excuse me my dear Chibs, fam," you were outraged by the sight. "EURmmm that's wrong. The best writer is actually Steven Moffat."

You could hear a scuttling from the air vent where you saw the face the eyes were attached to clearly. OMG!!!! It can't be him.

Steven Moffat <3 Your missing ex boyfriend.

He was as beautiful as ever, hunched over in a rat-like position in the air vent, his soul draining eyes peeking out of the vent opening.

He had gone missing fourteen years ago, back in 2017, right before Chibs took over as writer for Doctor who. You thought it was just a massive coincidence, but it can't be-

Your eyes pricked open as you heard a scuttling, whisper voice. "UHmm FOLKS, IPaD. FLAT. SHUT. Psst pssst y/n. Y/n jump out the window when u hear Jason!" The voice echoed.

"Jason- Jason who?!?!" You thought, your mind scanning its collection of Jasons whole Chibs continued to rail you with his throbbing screwdriver. It kept making TARDIS noises.

Chibs grabbed you by your hips, dragging you over to his ginormous, voluptuous XXL king size fainting couches. He started putting your hands in a pair of handcuffs, but before he could lock them, there was a knock on the door.

"WHO OS IT IM BUSY YOU PRICK NONVE DOSKD SOKKDJ FAM ?!" Chibs boomed.

"Jason's ere' fam." Jodeeys voice spoke from the other side of the door.

"Bring him in."

"Jason????? Is it THAT jason???" You thought. " Should I jump out the window ??." You thought.

Jason entered the room. Jason Derulo. He was singing "Jaso00ooon DeruuuulOooooO0."

Scuttling noises came from the air vent. "NOW JUMP!" Stefan Moffet shouted.

You shoved Chibs off of you, launching him into the red velvet ceiling, him crashing into his gigantic, volumptious shiny golden chandelier. Glass and gold was flying everywhere, piercing Chib's perfect symmetrical face. You ran over to the window, flinging it open. You looked back, everything seemed to slow down. It was as if time was being fluxed. As you started to hear warping noises, a nether portal appears in the window frame. Chibs started to run towards you, his face looking angry as hell. "FAM DONT YOU DARE !!!!! YOU MUSN'T JUMP INTO THE FLUX!!!" As he pelted towards you, you leaped into the portal, doing as Steevan maffot has told you to.

Falling, twisting, warping, flexing. Your whole body felt like it was being re written as you fell into the abyss of the time vortex. After what felt like hours, you fell into something solid. Someone's arms.

You looked up, rubbing your eyes in shock to see Him. Sterven moFrat. "Ello Fam." His Scottish accent spoke. He has caught you. You were so pleased to see him after these long 73 years. You were finally back in his arms.

"It's been 52 years since we were last together! I have missed you so much. Ever since 2017 I have had to fall into the arms of other nasty writers instead of you, my love. I've been aching for a Sherlock season 5."

"Fam?!" Stefpn spoke.

He let you down on the floor, revealing his shirt, it reading "Sherlock ended in the right place." You gasped with horror. Was this really your Stevie Moffie???????