~You do not need to watch Doctor Who to read this story. Many things from the show will be explaiend in this story~
I'm the 14th Doctor.
I've got a nice trenchcoat collection and oddsy sorta bits of bowties I like to spaz up my outfit now and then. I despise Converse. Oh poor 10th Doctor, but I don't like 'em. I like nice...Penny Loafers. And plaid pants. Very detective-y I guess. But well again, time hasn't been my 'bestie' for some time now. Lordie, last time that happened was in the 1900's! Oh no, I'm too old! 1389. Jesus. 13th didn't help me. Too quick. Barely learned a thing. Well. I knew everything. Except just...didn't thoroughly re-experience it.
NOW, I'll shut this noisy mouth of mine and get on with the story.
This is the story of how my world slowly crumbled under my loafers.
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~Curse of the Timelords~
FanfictionHello. I'm the wacky, zeal-bursting, 900 mile-talking man called the Doctor. I'm 1389 years old, but quite sexy ladies ;). I'm a Timelord, from the planet of Gallifrey in the constellation of Kasterberous, and oh, I'm the last of my kind. And I'm fo...
