The cyber dance

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I run through the twisting hallways and corridors as I escape the Cyber men. I'm sure you have heard of the doctor right? Well lucky for you that I'm also a time lord then right? Yeah no definitely not because at the moment I just made one mistake. I had just accidently used my vortex Manipulator which I stole and teleported into a middle of a Cyber ship or whatever it is called. Bad news to go along with it my Vortex Manipulator is fried. Its like when you get extra crispy chicken at KFC and it tastes so good. Well I'm guessing it is but I don't know so I cant say. I know they will just shut off the air and gravity soon but I can just regenerate so no big deal. I'm only on my second life so it doesn't matter does it? Well I guess I don't want a new form. I am pretty stylish now in my beautiful black trench coat and the black tie and the white dress shirt under it. I also have pointed boots and Black pants. I am going through a Phase at the moment. Well I just took a wrong turn so look what we have here. A room full of Cyber men. "WOAH uh hi guys uh I'm a Cyber men guys right? I have no emotion. I am definitely not scared right now" I look over and What do I see? A TARDIS right there. Now at the moment all I see is a Grey cylinder about 8 foot tall and not impressive. Except for that giant steel door I see right there. I decide to distract them. I start to dance and whoop and stuff "please don't hurt me please don't hurt me!." I start to yell and shuffle towards the TARDIS. I almost made it.so close I could taste it but One cyber man got in my way. I ran right into him and let me tell you that cyber men don't feel good against the old noggin. I fell to the ground and Threw my Vortex Manipulator at him distracting him for a second as I got up and ran into the TARDIS. "ok trial and error" I said as I pushed random buttons and then pulled the lever and it made a weird noise like air being sucked in and then let out very fast. "here we go!" I yelled as I zipped off somewhere.

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