CRACKFIC
Once upon a time, there was a Dalek who only wanted to dance.
Although not given a name at creation; the cloned Dalek named itself.
Fredrick. That was a nice name.
He grew up rather silent in his tank; not blabbering on about world domination like the others who were cloned with him.
He instead dreamed of a stage.
To be honest, he was't quite sure who would be in the audience, but he imagined himself on stage; a beautiful Dalek with beings who appreciated him for who he was.
Sure, he had his instincts as well- which were to kill everyone who wasn't a Dalek and all.
But he would much rather ignore those instincts, as the want for blood didn't quite overpower the need to dance.
One thing he didn't understand was why it was only him who turned out different. He was bred and hatched from the same batch as his fellow clones, so why didn't he become lunatics like they did? They were fed the same information in their tubes, they were properly done and processed- all in the same way. So why him?
But after around a minute of ponder on that thought, Fredrick stopped dwelling on it because worrying creates wrinkles, and he's already got too many of them. Even as a child. In a tube.
When he grew up (which took roughly three to for hours), and was placed inside his casing, he was given orders.
Apparently they were somewhere in space and this man, self proclaimed 'The Doctor' was trying to blow up their fleet because the Daleks were trying to destroy the universe. And he had to shoot The Doctor on sight.
The man had a fair point in this fight, actually. It would be a shame if the universe blew up before he could explore it.
So just as it happens, The Doctor's spaceship materialized right on the ship he was in. At the place where he was standing.
As calmly as possible, before anyone could shoot him, "Hello. I'm Fredrick. You can call me Fred if you like. That's what my friends call me. Or would call me if I had any. Friends, that is. 'Cause I was just cloned a few hours ago and couldn't really make any bonding relationships. Such a pity. I find my company quite delightful. Do you like to dance? I like to dance. But again, I dunno how. Can you teach me? I hope I wont be a bother if you'd teach me. I like your box by the way, very pretty. Blue, wasn't it? That's the name? But I dunno if it is actually blue cause my whole vision of sight is coated in blue, at least, I think it's blue. I dunno."
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A girl smelling of soufflés suddenly burst out laughing.