13

The Doctor

Doctor's POV

Something is definitely not right. 

No. 

It's not that it's not right... something just feels off about this entire place.

"So what do you think it could be?" My focus turns back to Tibby as she asks the question both of us were thinking.

I frown slightly; throughout my experience in these kinds of situations, things like this happen very often. Something feels off about a place, we find out what's wrong, we fix it, we become heroes, yay!

But today there's more to it than that.

Tibby stares at me, still awaiting a response. "Did you hear the voice?" 

She jumps a little in her seat. "H-how did you know? Did you hear it too?"

My normal instinct would be to pump my fist in the air and exclaim 'victory!', but today I feel like just continuing to sit here with an expressionless expression. "No, I did not hear a voice, but in these things there is almost always a voice inside your head."

"What?" Tibby says; her voice as flat as distilled water, face expressionless as if she had never smiled.

You wish to see her smile, but what happens when that smile is washed away...

The voice that Tibby must have heard earlier now resides in my head - it sounds like a woman's voice, but I cannot tell the gender for sure. How interesting.

So you must be the voice Tibby was talking about. I wonder, how are you able to do this, telepathy?

...

Soooo... a being just casually learned how to master telepathy and is using it to, to what? What exactly is your purpose?

My purpose?

Your purpose.

The voice started to laugh. It wasn't a normal laugh, the kind of laughs you get when you tell a funny joke or do something silly. No, this was the kind of laugh that chills people to the bones, makes people wonder what kind of monster can make that noise. This is the laugh one might hear before they die. This laugh is the laugh of death.

Enough. I hope my willpower is strong enough to lead the being out of my mind...

"Doctor."

I look up and see Tibby staring at me, her face is expressionless, like always, but her eyes are filled with worry.

Ah yes, expressions.

I instantly still again, the voice is back.

I have found that expressions are what people live for the most. To see that happy smile or that loving face, or sometimes even broken powerless faces make others feel better.

What have you done?

What have I done? Well, it's all very simple, you should've figured it out by now.

The voice teases me, but I'm not ready to give up yet.

You took away their expressions didn't you?

Correct.

But how?

You said it yourself: telepathy.

But telepathy isn't supposed to give you control over a person's body, it's just supposed to give you a connection to their mind- oh...

Connection to someone's mind, connection can become control, control can be com e...

You see, you cannot stop me if I have control over you.

If you have control over me. Without that control I am free to proceed however I please.

Well how are you planning to get out?

I'll think of something.

No you won't. Remember, I have control over your mind, your body, your memories, your thoughts. We are basically the same person right now.

No. We are not the same person. We can never be the same person.

I struggle with myself to get move my hand a fraction of an inch. I know I have lost control over my mouth, seeing as how I move my mouth and say words that mean nothing, but I watch as Tibby nods along.

"So how do you propose we stop this being?" Tibby asks.

I want to yell at her that we cannot stop it, that only she is left to face this being.

I can't.

Instead I watch from inside my body as my own mouth moves against my will and speaks lies.

My left hand. I still have control over that.

Wait no.

How did-

I'm down to one finger in my control. It's now or never.

I tap it against the table, it's not a large sound, but I can tell that Tibby is paying attention by the way she paused for a moment and is now speaking a bit slower, waiting for another tap.

I tap out a code to her in Morse Code. I taught her every code known to me.

- .... . / -... . .. -. --. / .. ... / .. -. ... .. -.. . / . -..- .--. .-. . ... ... .. --- -. ... / --. --- -. . / .- -.. ...- .- -. -.-. . -.. / - . .-.. . .--. .- - .... -.-- / .- -.-. - / -. --- .-. -- .- .-..

The being inside is restless. It seems to snarl at the actions of my left index finger, but I keep tapping out the code, over and over.

Tibby understands, at least, I hope she does.

"Well then," Tibby stands up. "I have to use the bathroom."

I hear myself call out something along the lines of 'don't drown in the sink'.

Tibby waves her hand in an annoyed gesture.

Is that... sass?

~~~

I know, I know. I'm sorry for the late update. I told myself 'hey let's update on Sunday night!'

Sunday passed.

As did Monday.

And Tuesday.

Pretty soon it's 10:30 on Wednesday and I tell myself 'now is the perfect time to update'.

So I wrote this chapter at 11 pm.

*awkwardly winks and does the snappy finger gun things in a random direction... probably where I'm imagining you guys to be(?)*

Welp, the next chapter is certainly going to be fun to write! I had an idea about the entire thing and then it sorta faded out a bit. Don't worry, there's still going to be a next chapter.

My goal right now is to update on Wednesday nights (see how well that's working out) and to have each chapter be at least 1000 words.

I might go back and edit some chapters to make them better, I might not. I don't really know right now.

The only thing that I really do know is that I need some sleep.

Goodnight, sweet reading, thanks for all the support (and fish), and rememeberthatDoctorWhoisownedbytheBBCandthatIonlyreallyownthisfanficandsomeofthecharactershereandthatIshouldprobablyputspacesinherebecausethisisstartingtoaggrivatemythumbsbecausetheyhavenothingtodoanditfeelsweirdbutohwell.

Sorry.

-Mayo3452