Quantum Survivor

The Girl Who Lived

I had been given permission by the manager to stay over night. Thanks to the fact that I donated all the money that went towards making this place, I was technically the owner.

The Doctor was eating the popcorn that I had brought as I 'swam' in the ball pit.

"I would've expected that you would've been dragged under by now. Maybe the kid was just playing around."

"Rule number 48, Children hardly ever play around. If you had seen the look in his eyes, you would've seen the pure fear."

The Doctor made a face, "Children always play."

I rolled my eyes, "Not when it comes to a situation with you and me involved. We are like trouble magnets."

He sighed, "Then maybe the world doesn't need me."

"Of course it needs you! Without you, this toddler of a planet would've imploded long ago."

"Well, how do you know that wasn't just cause I was there to begin with."

"Cause most aliens are ducks and-" I was cut off by my own scream as I was pulled down into the ball pit.

"Syria?" I heard the Doctor call, but I could hardly yell as a blue plastic ball was covering my mouth with plenty of it's batch surrounding my head.

Do not call out, or yell, or scream.
It will only end badly for both you and me.
Listen here child, as we tell you a story.
Listen here Master, as we sink you quite slowly.

If you wish to see the light of day.
We only wish for you to play.

Just close your eyes, and hold your breath
As we whisper you to death.

If you do not join us, if you don't come.
The whispers will silence, till a child can't hum.

We only wish to play,
So pretty please stay,
As we whisper you to sleep for the rest of your days.

Call goodnight to the Doctor,
For your time is up.
Say goodnight Syria Moors,
As you drift off to sleep.
Time has stopped ticking, as your in far too deep.

Of all the things I have experiences, the whispers of plastic balls were the most horrifying.

I could hardly hear the Doctor anymore, as I felt myself being dragged down deeper by the balls.

It is time to sleep now,
As we near the bottom.
It is time to die now,
As you loose your breath and loose your mind
To the plastic balls that can't quite rhyme.

The plastic grows stronger,
Soon to feast in this world,
Your mind has known the horrors to unfold.

Walking plastic men, the transmitter shining bright.
The only this to do now, is stay hidden from sight.

The Doctor man above is to be our undoing.
But whose to say that'll happen, if the man is stewing.

The pain will undo him, as he plans to do us.
The man will not hurt us now, if we succeed at harming thee.
Now dream of the days you spent sleeping in the tree.

My mind went to the time I had laid to rest in the Gallifreyan Gallery. When I had first died in the tree, when I was first forgotten.

I remembered when I was a young child that would climb trees just like that in order to escape the horrors of my life. All I had to do was push up and grab the Doctors hand.

He was always there to pull me up and get me out of trouble.

Maybe he still is.

"Sorry deary. I am afraid that I still have a few more ticks in my clock." The balls had formed a thick barricade and I kicked up.

It was almost unrealistic how well it worked as I was able to get past the blue ball that had been in my face and keep propelling myself upwards.

I help my hand out and I felt a calloused hand wrap itself around mine.

"I got you!" The Doctor yelled as he tried to pull me out.

If we wish for you both to be undone.
I guess we cannot be round and fun.

The Doctor and I watched as the balls morphed into a giant Basalisk creature.

If this beast haunts a childs dreams.
Perhaps it is more useful than it seems.

We wish to share your dazzling light.
Or perhaps just take it while you die from fright.

"I don't think it'll be that easy to scare us. We know how the books end."

Perhaps not.
But I just thought,
This would be a good hint to your end.
As we transform again.

This time the balls turned into a plasitc Dalek.

The Doctor look scared when in fact he was terrified, "That doesn't scare me anymore. I know how to defeat those."

"Yes. But when defeating them, you lost your home.
And now that we sound monotone you know you cannot win once more.

At least, not after crying No More!"

My head burned as I recalled the parallels of the two worlds. Me vs Him.

I turned to the Doctor, tears carving into my face as they were too hot. "We cannot win. It could create a paradox."

If Rose Tyler never meets the Doctor after facing the Plastic men, She will never come to meet me for this to end up unfolding.

"How?"

"Just trust me. Go to the Tardis, I will be there soon."

He hesitated, but nodded.

As soon as he left, I turned to the Plastic Dalek, "You speak only in form of rhyme. But now, I will warn you of time.

It wibbles, and wobbles, and flops about.
But, in the end, it sorts itself out.

As the time vortex flows in my mind,
Know that this is how you pay for your crimes.

In two weeks time, your army rises.
But watch as your empire falls to the man who was crying.

One day, you walk as men in fancy dress.
And soon you will understand the duress.

My tears are burning in my eye,
As time comes coursing and we pass you by.

We will see you soon, plastic beast.
And know, what you have started will end in a feast."

I blinked a tear into the ball pit, and watched as the balls dropped. I scanned them and saw that the plastic hive had left the balls.

We will see them again, and when they are defeated, after many more bad guys, Rose and The Doctor will go out for fish and chips.

One hell of a feast.

One in which I likely won't be present for.

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