Remember how I said I wanted to see Doctor Who vs. The Creeping Terror?
I wrote fic again! (May do a bit of re-writing later; I did this in kind of a hurry.)
Tegan had to admit it, the Doctor had landed them in a perfect spot this time. Sure, it still wasn’t Heathrow, but for once she didn’t complain about the location- a sunny meadow right next to a huge, clear lake. The weather was perfect for a day of swimming and picnicking, which was exactly what they did. It was nice, she thought as she sunned herself on a fold-out lounger, having a proper holiday.
Beside her, Nyssa picked up a towel for her hair, having just come out of the lake. “Don’t you want to swim some more?”
"I just ate. Can’t go in for another hour or I’ll get cramps."
"No you won’t. Look, Adric’s all right…"
They hadn’t been able to persuade the Doctor to change into a swimming costume. He’d been wandering around the meadow ever since they finished lunch and was now wandering back. “I wonder…” he began, “how long do you suppose that’s been there?”
"What’s been where?"
A loud, blood-curdling roar rang out across the land. There, emerging from the trees on one side of the clearing was a hulking beast about the size of a car. It looked like a great slug covered in matted carpet-like fur. The front end of it stood upright, like a humanoid, but without any identifiable arms or legs. Instead, it had nasty fins all over its blobby skin, and where a head should have gone were a dozen stalk eyes growing out of another mess of fur. Horrifyingly set into its front was what could only be described as an orifice- as if somebody just skipped putting a mouth on it and went straight to the throat.
It roared again and began lumbering toward them.
Cleverbot sucks at duets.
You thought I was done with kitty fic? THINK AGAIN!
It was impossible to miss the two cats. The commotion could be heard well outside of the old warehouse- yowling, growling, and fur flying. Backs arched and tails lashing, they broke apart and glared at each other. One had wavy whitish-grey fur, the other black with bits of grey peppered throughout. With resounding growls, the cats attacked each other again. By now, they were both bleeding from various wounds. One of them was bound to give out soon.
From somewhere off to the side, a UNIT soldier fired a tranquilizer gun. The first dart hit the Doctor right in the flank, and the second in the Master’s shoulder. If he hadn’t been so busy trying to keep his throat from being ripped out, he would have realised sooner he’d been hit. As it were, he didn’t notice until the effects of the sedative started taking hold.
His vision blurred and the room started spinning. Staggering, he fell over his own paws and couldn’t get up again. He suspected the Master was in a similar condition. Around him, he could hear at least a dozen different sets of footsteps…
…and one familiar pair.
"Watch out, Miss. This is…"
"It’s the Doctor!" said Jo, gathering up the white cat in her arms and pulling out the dart. Across the room, he could see the Master being taken away by UNIT soldiers. "Oh, dear! You’re bleeding," Jo said as she turned to walk out of the building. The Doctor tried to respond, but could only managed a garbled-sounding noise. Ah, well. At least it was all over and his adversary was safely out of the way. He relaxed and let Jo fuss over him until he lost consciousness.
I really want a Doctor Who fic where they are attacked by the monster from the film The Creeping Terror and are all scared at first but then they realize they can escape by just walking away from it and not climbing into its mouth.
- (Power's out. I'm about to shower by oil lamp.)
- Mom: Take both of them in there with you so you have enough light.
- Me: Mom, it's a small room. I only need one.
- Mom: Really?
- Me: C'mere, Ima show you a thing.
- *in the bathroom, doors closed, lamp lit*
- Me: See?
- *lights come back on*
- Mom: Woo-hoo!
- *lights shut off*
- Me: ...so yeah, it's bright enough.
- Mom: Are you sure?
- *lights come back on*
- Me: Yes.
- Me: *tries to bite into chocolate rabbit*
- Dad: Ooh! Ow! Ow! Ooch!
- Me: *pauses, tries again*
- Dad: Oooch! OOH! AAAAH!
- Me: *pauses, tries gain*
- Dad: AAAAAAA!
- Me: *pauses, barely touches rabbit*
- Dad: OH, AGONY! A-GONYYYYY!!!