Gallifreyan Horror Story!
These stories are based on real events. Some of the content in this fanfiction may be disturbing or cause butthurt in readers. Reader discretion is advised.
Chapter 1: The Camping Trip
The TARDIS came to a landing with a soft thump. Finally, someone could fly her correctly.The Doctor opened the door, taking a deep breath of the forest air.
“Allons-y!” He beckoned to the rest of his incarnations. The 4th got up from his seat at the control panel, the 9th, the 5th and the Nth ceded their game of Smash Bros. The 6th, 2nd, 1st and 11th called their round of DnD [that’s Dungeons and Daleks, for the record], and the 7th and 3rd left the 8th to clean up their game of Cards against Humanity.
“Why do I always have to drive?” asked the 4th, looping his scarf around his neck with a flourish.
“Because you’re good at it” replied the 11th, adjusting his fez.
“Says the guy who parked between two shipping containers and had to re-park twice.” the Nth chimed in.
“You’d be one to talk, kiddo” Grumbled the 11th.
“Two words, man: Amy’s yard. Well, that’d be two-point-five words. Err… nah, would it? Skaz.”
The rest of the Doctors had already begun setting up their tents, except for the 9th, who had been starting the campfire and was now warming his hands before it. The smell of tea filled the air as the kettle, set directly on the fire, began to whistle. Soon, the campsite was set up and night was setting in. The fire was crackling cheerfully as the rich scent of sausages and sandwiches wafted lazily through the air. The 11th had already started dozing off, his fez over his face, leaning against a tree. the DnD game had resumed, albeit sleepily, with the 5th and 9th joining in. The Nth sat before the fire, sketching something in her notebook, a bored glaze in her usually mischievous green eyes. The the gleam returned and she broke a crooked little half-smile. The 4th, already eating smores [with jelly babies] recognised the look.
“You’ve got that look on your face, N.”
“What, the crazy eyes? You’d know, wouldn't you.” Her smile grew, showing off her crooked teeth.
“You could say that I’m an expert on the subject. What’s the evil plan you’ve got flitting around your mad, green brain?”
“I think we should tell scary stories.”
The 10th looked up from his enormous book, flicking his spectacles down his nose.
“What would scare us? We’ve seen it all.”
“Fangirls, sweetie.” Smirked the Nth. The 10th cringed, The 4th shuddered, the 9th got a twitch in his eye, and the 11th snapped out of his slumber. God, just the idea of them! Rabid freaks, the lot of them. Surely even humans, despite their nearly useless noses, could smell their toxic haze of hormones. As good as animals, their brains addled by their obsession and lust.
“Alright, you win. Anyone have any good stories? I’ll save mine for later, they’re terrifying.” the 10th called to the rest of the Doctors.
“I’ve got one.” Said the 4th, that mischievous gleam in his bright blue eyes.
“That’s the one, pa.” the Nth laughed, gesturing in sweet validation. The rest of the Doctors gathered around the campfire, waiting in giddy anticipation for the 4th’s tales of horror and idiocy.