When SnowDrops Bloom ❁ Doctor Who

᠃ ⚘ Prologue ⚘᠃

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You know, when someone dying already knows their time has come to an end and has already experienced their life flashing before their eyes. I'd imagine that upon the next blink, or lack thereof, it either be just that.. an end.

A big black of nothing afterwards.

It would be nice if there was an afterlife, sure. But really, if there is the next stage... I'm dead and have been whisked away to some spiritual plane...

Well, seeing the sky in a blazing inferno isn't really the best thing to see.

You know, as one does. Not!

It terrified me. Greatly.

Like, yeah, I know that I wasn't the best humanity has to offer but.. I never maimed, abused, or caused harm to anyone or anything.

I have never really been around other people most of my life. Most wouldn't even notice me! Much less perceive me as a threat.

Couldn't care less about the occasional mosquito or two, tho. It's on them, occupational hazard!

Maybe that's why? Mother did guess that my indolence -my laziness- would be my damnation. And it doesn't help that I'm questioning divine judgement like this...

It was foolish to think they'd cut me some slack after that last act I did... before coming here-

What did I do again?

My mind went on a spiral. Busy searching for any memory of what truly caused my death, I almost didn't feel the hand brushing against mine...

That startled me. I was so focused on my post-demise that I didn't realise that other people exist here. Ones with glowy hands to boot.

"Come here.. often?" A voice drawled weakly from the person beside me. Oh halloo to you too? Scottish or Irish? I can't quite tell...

It was an old man. Something about him tickles my bashed-in brain. Someone famous, perhaps? Well, I never really much for remembering celebrities and pop culture, so I'm not quite sure...

His clothes are a thread away from complete tatters and singed like he walked in a fire or an explosion? Even his hair is comically poofed up, or is that just how it naturally looks? He's just as fucked as I, that's for sure. I must commend him, He'd gone off in a bang!

"Nahhh.. M' firsk- time. Yo-u?" I managed to cough out.

He chuckled. "Maybe a dozen.. or so times."

Died old and grey. Lucky for him. I didn't live past my 20s. I turned away and coughed out the pesky blood clot out before clearing my throat to answer..

"O-ooh you a veteran.. huh? Met the evil head honcho yet?" I teased weakly. "Is he big and red as advertised?"

"Mm. Actually did.. once. So long ago." He answered back casually. "And yes, nothing impressive. Dont get any ideas, you're already stuck with me.."

I can't help but laugh, not expecting him to actually answer. Also, isn't he a cheeky one?

Humour is good, I thought. One thing that y'all should know about me is that.. I have a bad habit of 'playing along' with stuff. Holding conversations mindlessly. A pleasant distraction. I'll take anything to really lighten up this fiery pit that is not hell.