“There are three types of people,” he murmurs while gazing at her. “Those who come face to face with death unintentionally, ones who don’t have any control over it, and ones that greet it with open arms blatantly, which is you, darling. And it’s a pity,” He crouches down in front of her and his filthy hands rest on her knees. “I’ll give you two options to choose from,” he says before faintly smiling. “You can either be the one to die or you can be the one to kill.”

❝In theory nothing is impossible, because if it was, I would have stopped listening as soon as you said time travelling police box❞ [PETE'S WORLD] • [POST DOOMSDAY] [you can also read this on ao3! my username is scifi]