( video 11 )

[verylast]

[ In hindsight, attaching his network device to the TARDIS mainframe might have been an awful idea. Because this way the feed is taking in the entire scene playing out inside her very corridors from high up, like the device is now part security camera.

It's a mess of noise and confusion, the Doctor backed slowly down the corridor by rotting figures in Gallifreyan robes. One of them is holding a Dalek stalk between bloodied and black fingers, but he's not the one the Doctor can't look away from. Half of Rassilon's face is missing, empty skull staring at him impassively. tongue rolling in his jaw as he speaks. ] You killed us.

[ The Doctor stumbles as he skids back, away from Rassilon's outstretched hand, leaving a scrap of fabric in his grip. ] You killed us.

[ Suddenly a door slams out of nowhere, the TARDIS closing off that part of the corridor herself. Her inhabitant leans heavily on the walls, a hand idly curled into a soothing gesture. ] Thank you, dear. [ Jumping when something heavy hits the door. He can still hear the screaming coming from the other side, face a mask of pain. ] I'm sorry, I had to, I had to.

[ An alarm blares and he turns immediately, running down the corridor.

Moments later, his post now shows the console room. He's leaning against it, bruises already blooming against his jaw. A klaxon screeches from somewhere and the TARDIS lights seem dim and unhappy. He'd made sure the Master and Amy were gone, made sure he was the only one inside the TARDIS and now his hands move over a set of keys with purpose. A line of green letters appear just below him on screen Security override: TARDIS lockdown imminent. ]

I can't let them out. [ He sounds apologetic. ] I don't know what they'd do. This is the only way. [ More firm. ] Stay in groups, stick together, don't go wandering off. Don't let them scratch or bite you. Don't let them inside your heads. [ A sigh, his shoulders dropping. He can hear the sound of feet dragging, can hear a whisper somewhere behind him. Donna. 'You let me down.' ]

Amelia? Stay safe.

[ And with that he reaches over to turn the feed off. ]

Comments

[Video]

[whosdaughter]

Dad?! [Um no, you do not make a post like that then try and disappear, not on, not allowed.] Dad, what's happening? Who were they?

[Video]

[worstretconever]

[Welp, he obviously hasn't got anything better to do, and he'd rather like to know why this girl is calling the Doctor 'Dad', so...]

The other Time Lords. Which, to be quite honest, he's well shut of.

[Video]

[whosdaughter]

But he said they were gone, that there was a war? How can they be here? And if they're his people why the retreat?

[Oh the confusion]

They didn't look too healthy either.

[Video]

[worstretconever]

Other than the crushing burden of survivor's guilt he lives with on a daily basis?

The bit where the City's apparently turned them into a load of flesh-eating zombies or...whatever would probably be a decent reason.

Also the lot of them went a bit mad towards the end there. [Not that he's bitter or anything. He's the Master, he's totally bitter.]

But, yes, they're all dead outside the City. Very dead. Killed multiple times and apparently still not staying dead, which is rather annoying, if you ask me.

[Pot, kettle, black.]

[Video]

[whosdaughter]

[Mumbling a little] Nothing wrong with not staying dead. Time and a place for it though. Nothing here makes any sense.

He's an idiot, trying to face them alone.

[Video]

[verylast]

[ He's holed up in the library, shelves pushed in front of the doors like that could stop him from being haunted by his own ghouls. ]

Jenny, I'm fine.

[Video]

[whosdaughter]

We need to have a chat if this is your definition of 'fine'.

[Video]

[verylast]

There wasn't enough time to come up with another plan.

[worstretconever]

[The Master lets out an irritated huff as he leans against the TARDIS door. Sure, just kick the only person who would be good at dealing with zombies out of the TARDIS.]

You idiot.

[verylast]

[ The Master's device is going off. ]

You should be getting away from here.

[worstretconever]

[Unimpressed face.]

I would have killed them if you'd asked. And since they're in the TARDIS, I would have even forgone dousing them in petrol and lighting them on fire.

[verylast]

I don't want to kill them.

[ Ha, genocidal guilt just kind of makes the Doctor crazy, doesn't it? ] It's a curse. If I can keep them contained until it's over then there won't be any need for any more bloodshed.

[ Leaning against the wall. ]

voice;

[hexuality]

Oi.

You're not allowed to get into trouble. How am I supposed to give you a pygmy puff if you do that?

voice;

[verylast]

When we're open for business again, Miss Weasley, I'll hold you to that.

[ The banging on the other side of the door gets louder. ]

voice;

[hexuality]

[She pauses, listening closer. She's trying to cheer him up a little, okay.]

You mean I can come over?

voice;

[verylast]

The TARDIS enjoys having guests, I can't see why not.

[ He hums. ] Have you had your wound looked over? I would have responded yesterday but I got a little stuck in the 19th Century drawing room.

[waitedforyears]

Doctor? Doctor -- [ oh no, mister, you do not get to lock yourself in a TARDIS with these and not expect her to be right there. ]

Let me in.

[verylast]

[ Patching in to her device. ]

Amelia, you have to get somewhere safe.

[waitedforyears]

Oh, no. I'm not leaving you in there on your own.

[verylast]

[ He sighs, moves away from the console. ]

I know what I'm doing.

[missrosetyler]

Doctor, are you alright?

[verylast]

Rose.

[ He sounds pleased to hear from her. ] I'm fine. Are you?

[missrosetyler]

Fine too, if that's the case.

[Though really an obvious lie.]

You look like you could use some help.

[verylast]

[ He shakes his head. ]

I have to deal with this one, it's the only right way.

[Video] I was going to tag and then forgot so tagging now IT'S NOT THIS LATE YOU SAW NOTHING

[destinedtobeunpopular]

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Doctor, what are you doing?