Here it is. Probably not the best story you've ever read, but I hope it'll make you laugh. :) I got the idea for this when rewatching The God Complex. :D
Room 11. As soon as he saw it, the Doctor knew it was for him. He knew he probably shouldn't, but he couldn't help but walk over to the door. It was like he was somehow drawn to the room.
He slowly reached his hand out to the doorknob, then hesitated for a second.
He knew what would be in the room. Not Daleks, not weeping angels, not apples, and not even himself, but something far worse. Something that had induced terror into the hearts of millions across the universe, even years after its death. Once he saw it there was no turning back. He would never be able to get that image out of his head.
The Doctor took a deep breath and twisted his hand. He peered around the corner, and there it was. Sitting there, on the bed, casually staring up at the Doctor.
He was vaguely aware of the Tardis cloister bell sounding out, but he was too transfixed on the sight before him to really notice.
"Of course." he breathed. "Who else?" he added, with a slight smile on his face.
The monster in the room suddenly smiled evilly, as if just noticing the Doctor's presence. It opened it's mouth wide, as if it was going to sing. The Doctor's eyes widened. It wouldn't be singing, no. It would be far worse than that.
The Doctor slowly closed the door. He knew the thing wasn't real and couldn't escape from the room, but he couldn't help but place a small sign on the handle, to warn off others.
"Please do not disturb'
He walked away from the room, the fear still in his eyes. It wasn't his fault he was scared of Justin Bieber.
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