The Club At The End Of The Universe: Doctor Who FanFiction

Scene Five: Matches And Gasoline

The Doctor shot awake as he felt as if there was something in his ear, almost crawling inside it, tickling him.

He clapped his right hand around the earpiece. Then as he looked at it, and found his entire palm crawling with bright red ants.

"Ugh!"

The Doctor shot up to his feet and shook them off. He looked down, and noticed that he was feet deep in a dark puddle of black, smelly liquid. He looked closer, and saw that the top layer of the liquid had a hazy, almost rainbow like look, as if he had stepped into a puddle of oil.

The Doctor stepped out of it, and looked around, his view was jagged, his head, still spinning, his breaths, labored. The Doctor found himself on a concrete plain, in the middle of absolute darkness, unable to see anything. Then, he felt the tingling sensation in his hand once more.

The Doctor looked up to the blackened sky, and could see a single, glowing entity in the darkness. He focused his eyes and focused on the glow. As the Doctor looked closer, he could see a round, glowing, multicolored sphere, beaming in the void. It was the same sphere he had seen in the bar. The sphere glittered and gleamed with colors of which he had never seen before in his life, shining miraculously and potently.

They changed almost constantly, before the Doctor had a chance to even focus his eyes. He was almost glued to it.

He closed his eyes, as his mind began to hurt, but as he did, he felt as if they weren't really closed. Instead, as he shut them, his vision turned to what almost seemed like he was looking at himself.

He didn't see all of himself however, just his ear on the side of his head, and the earpiece within it, crawling with ants.

The Doctor yelped at the sound of a rumble, like thunder in the distance. He stumbled, he twisted, he turned, he ran through the darkness.

He was afraid.

Then, in the blink of an eye, it was almost as if he was back on the dancefloor. The same dance floor with the tiles that lit up. Except he wasn't. Only the floor existed, but nothing else. The dancefloor floated in nothingness, glowing within the void.

The Doctor turned again. The dance floor began to fill up. People and more people began to almost appear out of thin air. Young, tall, shiny, and perfect, all dancing on the floor, the tiles glowing underneath their feet, the light shining off their gleamingly clear faces. Some danced aggressively, pulling each other close to one another, tugging at each other's hair, pressing themselves against each other.

The Doctor's head began to spin even more. He felt as if he was one step away from slipping off the floor and falling into the nothingness. The lights from the floor began to glow brighter, and brighter, and then, the Doctor jumped, as something gabbed unto his leg.

A puddle of gasoline formed in the middle of the glowing dance floor. A hand, identical to his very own had grabbed unto his leg, tugging at him. The lights began to flash, more and more, the faces began to turn to him, chortling, grinning and laughing at him.

The Doctor then felt as if an invisible hand had wrapped around his head, forcing him to smile. The Doctor could feel the smile being pulled off his face, and then, in the same moment, he caught himself staring at himself.

It was as if he was watching himself, outside his own body, and something else was controlling him. The Doctor watched his own body, with his messy suit and spikey hair, walk through the crowd, a grin plastered on his face.

But his eyebrows and eyes were different. He looked as if he was truly repelled at the people around him. He was afraid. And despite his efforts, He could not yell.