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Warning: This fic is most definitely AU.
Part 1
There is a place they never talk to anyone about, a place for people who are, to say the least, different. There are no such things as windows in these buildings, for the residents can't be trusted near them. The residents can't be trusted near anything or anyone, not even each other. Yet they live in their small white rooms, padding surrounding them. Some are allowed to walk around outside of their white cells, even outside the thick walls of this dungeon, but those are the ones who haven't yet been driven to complete insanity.
Some are calm, some are violent, but none speak a word to the others. Some have forgotten words entirely, and others have never in their lives learned what they are. There are those few who are able to speak, able to communicate with their jailers, able to live as normal life as possible inside this place. Have you guessed what this dark place is yet? This dark, snow colored place? It is an Asylum, or, as most of you might know it better, an Insane Asylum. But are all people who are held here as insane as they seem?
A young girl sat in her small dorm-sized white room. The long coat made it near impossible for her to move at all, but she kept winding her arms tighter around a small blue box that sat in her lap on the inside of the jacket. Her tiny fingers stroked the smooth top of the box, humming quietly to herself as she waited for the green eyed man to bring in her food. After a few minutes, the door creaked open and she heard his footsteps, but didn't turn to see him.
"Hello." Her mouse-like voice squeaked. A tray was sat beside her and she saw the man kneel next to her, getting some mashed potatoes on a small spoon. "What is it like today? Is the sun out?" Again, she got no reply, only the spoon raised to her mouth. She ate the bite, and then swallowed almost immediately. "Can I go outside today?" She asked, smiling at the mute man. She'd figured out the first time he'd visited that he was a mute. As a small child, he'd been caught in a fire and his vocal cords had been geminately damaged. When they'd finished this usual exchange of him feeding her as she asked question after question with occasional nods of his head.
The green eyed man stood and picked up the now empty tray then walked to the door. But instead of closing it behind him, he held it open, waving at her to come with him. The girl stood, practically running out the door in anticipation. Once a month, she was allowed outside unlike any of the other prisoners. Another dark eyed man sat in a chair outside her room, and he looked up at her as she emerged from the bright padded room.
"Hello 906." he said in his monotonous voice.
"Hello Doorman." She grinned back at him, skipping out of the circular room and out into the bright sunshine. The Green Eyed man came out from behind her and unstrapped the white coat, then nodded a goodbye before heading back inside. And for the first time in a month, she was free.
Usually, a young child would spend any free time running around the outdoor paradise, but 906 just walked casually over to the pond and sat on the edge, dipping the very bottom of her feet in the water. She sighed happily, closing her eyes and enjoying the feeling of the sun on her face and the cool, calm water on her toes. Wait... not calm... there were tiny waves splashing now against her ankles. 906 opened her eyes, staring down as the water rippled and splashed, then looking up at where the waves were coming from.
Someone, or something, was coming to the surface. She brought her feet up on the dock and stood, clutching the box harder till she feared it would break. The thing looked like a closed off tube, but rounded at the top, and had one long stock coming from the part facing her.
"You will be exterminated." It said in a scratchy high voice. The girl screamed, and then looked back at the water as many more of the creatures emerged from the shallow pond, slowly creeping toward her.
"You can't have it!" She said, shielding the box from their view. A loud sound filled the air from behind her, and she braced for some sort of impact, thinking the creatures had come up from behind her, but was surprised to feel warm small hands on her arms, and a boy's voice telling her to follow him. 906 obeyed; too scared of the creatures to question where the boy had come from. Doors shut behind her when she entered a circular room.
"Who are you? What is this place?" She asked the boy as he moved to the control panel.
"I am... um... call me The Doctor. Yeah, that sounds right... and this... this is a TARDIS. There are hundreds of them where we're from!" He beamed at her. "What's your name?"
"We? There are more of you...? And my names... um..." 906 paused; no one had ever actually asked her about a name. She'd been called her number for years.
"Your names "um"?" He asked, confused.
"Oh, no! It's just... well... I've never had a name before." She admitted.
"What do people call you?"
"990066... 906 for short."
"A number?" He wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Why don't you pick a name for yourself?"
"Magenta. 990066 is Magenta on the Hex Number Color Scale... Just call me Mage for short."
"Mage? Alright... I like it!" He grinned, and she gave him a bright smile in return. "Now, time for us to go home, Mage."