This was definitely the most nerve-wracking thing I'd ever done, and I'd braved Varos after being turned into a bird. It might've been the outfit, which covered about as much skin as a swimsuit and was covered in feathers, or the fact that I was being chased by the alien equivalent of a saber-toothed tiger.
It was all the Doctor's fault.
Somehow, he'd gotten the bright idea to meet up with one of his old friends, a Dr. Scott Epting, who studied crocodiles on Kiliawat Prime. He had a nice wife, a cute kid, and it was nice to talk to an American again. H***, it was nice to speak to a modern human!
Unfortunately, there were some strange things going on down there. People were disappearing, and some of the crocodiles had strange metal devices and bones in their stomachs. (Part of Dr. Epting's job was to pump their stomachs, which I honestly found disgusting.)
So, the Doctor decided to poke around and see what was going on. Long story short, a cult that worshipped a giant cat was sacrificing the scientists to said cat. They caught us, and planned to sacrifice us to it.
Fortunately, Dr. Epting led a group of some of the rougher scientists after us, and they were fighting off the cultists. Unfortunately, while we escaped from the cat's cave, so did the cat.
"Doc-tor!" I huffed. I was getting a side-stitch, and the branches and sticks on the ground were cutting into my bare feet. The Doctor grabbed my hand and tugged me along, faster than I could go, though at the rate we were going, I'd have bloody lumps of flesh instead of feet.
The cat was almost on us, when suddenly a bang startled me. I yelped as the cat roared. Another bang and it fell over, dead. Dr. Epting's daughter ran out of the trees, carrying a shotgun and looking a bit too excited for a seven-year-old who'd just shot a giant cat.
"Did you see that?" she giggled. "That was so cool!"
"What's a little girl like you doing with a shotgun?" asked the Doctor. She gave him a look that clearly read; 'What are you, stupid?'
"Do you really think daddy would let me go out into the jungle if I didn't have some way to protect myself?" she asked. The Doctor decided not to answer that.
"Thank you," I said. "You saved our lives."
"That's what people do, isn't it?" she asked. The Doctor and I exchanged glances, knowing full well that not all people did that.
"Yeah," I finally said. "I guess it is."
Bloody: Well, this wasn't so bad. Another fic for DW fic monopoly. The first one's here: s/10205928/1/. The prompt this time was: The genre is adventure. Your character is Peri. The property has one house, so it must be written in first person.
Unicorn Plushie: She doesn't own DW people! Get it through your thick skulls!
Bloody: Heh heh… Bye.