Doctor Who x Reader One-Shots

Macrocosm (9th)

This is based off a dream I had, and dreams are weird, dude. So is this.

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An empty world was all you ever remembered. No people; no buildings, all that ever existed in your memory was the natural world. Every night, rocked to sleep by the millions of stars in the sky atop a bed of soft, smashed grass. 

You never ate. Never found a reason to, you never lost or gained any weight. Not once felt a craving or the edge of hunger. Water was a different story. You didn't need it, however it was entertaining to count the water droplets that landed on your tongue in the rain.

The trees were huge and dangerous. They over grew, stretching into one another and growing around each other. Sometimes, you liked to pretend they were in love when there was just two. You would laugh about they silly way they gripped onto each other as if they were in a Hallmark film.

You watched the trees grow from little saplings. The world had started out almost barren, the only existing things being the river you named Jordan and the different grasses growing from the dirt.

This was your own little world, you designed it. The sky was always blue when you desired, the clouds were fluffy when you wanted them to be. Even the wind, sun, and moon answered to your every beck and call. Only plants you desired grew, and they grew exactly where you wanted them too.

A plateau grew for you, just so you could experience the joy of climbing it, walking to the other side and looking over a field of you favourite flower.

Everything was gorgeous. The bird's would sing your favourite melodies; the fish were only colours you cherished; and the forest would sway to your treasured beat. Everything was almost perfect. It all went according to plan, it was all gorgeous; enchanting; and exactly how you wanted it to be.

But nothing could stop your loneliness. You could swear the trees and the wind always tried their best to comfort you, but no matter how much effort they put into it nothing was enough.

So on this night, you sat in darkness with your knees pulled to you on your once comfortable bed of grass, listening to the wind blow through the trees and the river bubble over the stones.

In vain, you attempted to remember your family. Tried and tried to remember your friends and anyone who had ever shown you kindness, but with a sigh you could only ever draw up blank faces with no names. So instead, you crawled through the grass over to the river and gazed at your reflection.

Looking at yourself, you attempted to create the faces of what your parents might have looked like. You imagined which one you got your (h/c) hair from, or if you got it from both. You liked to think your mother had (e/c) eyes like yourself, but you could never be too sure. If anything, you were probably wrong.

Unfortunately, you gave up and decided to mess with the hem of your shorts instead. Then you picked at your shirt and played with your hair out of pure boredom. Finally, you rolled a silver chain bracelet you wore around your wrist. You tugged at it, nit-picking it.

Suddenly, a strange sound met your ears. A wheezing echo that you had never heard before. Immediately you jumped to your feet, and launched yourself in the direction of the sound. The sun seemed to knock the moon out of the sky and it was day so you could see a strange blue police box appearing before you. It was almost as if its image was enhanced with each breath as it parked itself right below your plateau.

You skidded to a stop, digging your feet into the ground. The box confused you immensely: you had never wished for its appearance. And, never before had you been able to build something that wasn't naturally of the earth such as buildings and light poles.