The Other Pond

Chapter 7: Star Whales, Failing the Doctor, Dead Walks

Chapter 7: Star Whales, Failing the Doctor, Dead Walks

I don't own Doctor Who whatsoever BBC does, and I’m just a fan with an idea.

Avery’s POV

We fell out of the chute with a scream. The floor was squishy and wet, seemed like a cave with rubbish. A rubbish chute as well the refusal pile? I got up frowning at the smell, it was disgusting. I looked over at where Amy and the Doctor fell. The Doctor stood up and started using his sonic. “High-speed air cannon. Lousy way to travel.” He said

“Where are we?” Amy asked

“600 feet down, 20 miles laterally - puts us at the heart of the ship. I'd say... Lancashire. What's this, then - a cave? Can't be a cave. Looks like a cave.” The Doctor replied and Amy stood up. I felt bad for her, she was wearing a nightie. The Doctor and I at least had some sort of pants.

“It’s a rubbish dump, and it’s minging!” Amy said as she threw a piece of rubbish.

“Yes, but only food refuse.” The Doctor sniffed “Organic, coming through feeder tubes from all over the ship.” I tried to take a step towards them and slipped.

“The floor’s all squidgy, like a water bed.” I said

“But feeding what, though?” The Doctor asked as he was thinking aloud.

“It’s sort of rubbery, feel it. Wet and slimy.” I added, we heard a distant moaning and the Doctor stood up from where he was feeling the floor. He had a sudden realization look, it seemed like he figured out where we were.

“Er... It's not a floor, it's a...” He put his screwdriver away “So...” He said

Amy got over to where I was having a hard time getting up. I would get to where I was standing on my feet but slip again. I growled and Amy helped me up. We carefully made our way to the Doctor. “It’s a what?” Amy asked, I nodded with a questioning look.

“The next word is kind of the scary word. Take a moment. Get yourself in a calm place.” He took both of our hands and told us “Go omm”

“Omm.” Amy and I said together giving the Doctor strange looks.

“It’s a tongue.” He said

“A tongue?” Amy asked

“A tongue. A great big tongue.” The Doctor said excitedly.

“This is a mouth? This whole place is a mouth? We're in a mouth?!” Amy said stunned.

“Yes, yes, yes, but on the plus side, roomy.” He replied

“How do we get out?” I asked

The Doctor took out his sonic again and said “How big is this beastie? It's gorgeous! Blimey! If this is just the mouth, I'd love to see the stomach.” I could hear grunting and he added “Though not right now.”

“Doctor, how do we get out?” I asked again

“OK, it's being fed through surgically implanted feeder tubes, so the normal entrance is...” He looked ahead and saw sharp teeth of a closed mouth. “closed for business.”

“We can try, though.” Amy said started too head towards the teeth.

“No! Stop, don't move!” The mouth started to heave in agitation “Too late. It’s started.” He said

“What has?” Amy asked as I gave her an ‘are you kidding me?’ look.

“Swallow reflex.” The Doctor and I said at the same time, I looked over at him right before we all slipped and fall back into the refuse. He used his sonic on the mouth walls.