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Summary: The eleventh doctor turns himself into a human child and makes Amy and Rory leave him at an orphanage. He's afraid a lot because of his very distant memories of death, and eventually, familiar faces adopts him, and the reason he became human anyway returns
The full moon above shed light on the tombstones. Thousands upon thousands of graves, each made of gray stone with a height of 3 inches, a length of 6 inches, and a width of 1 inch. R.I.P. they all read. I started walking forward, the stone showing where the dead lie stretch into infinity, each one the same size and shape. Now the graves are saying stuff like "wife and mother of 3" "taken away in the prime of his life" " just became a father of a newborn" etc. My walk was increasing speeds we since it started, now it was more of a sprint. "Where am I?" I asked to the never ending graves. Suddenly I ran into a black metal gate. Above it read, "Child cemetery" and under that "population 2.47 billion". On the other side, there is endless stone rectangles, varying is sizes with the biggest having a height of 1.5 inches, a length of 3 inches, and a width of half an inch, and the smallest being half the size. The biggest graves said R.I.P., the medium ones said try to R.I.P., and the smallest ones just said REST in all capital letters, as if they knew the souls of the dead youths would never rest peacefully. "WHERE AM I?" I asked nothing, my fear and sorrow for the many people put to rest bled through my voice. "you don't recognize it do you" a new voice said. I turned around to see the source of the noise, but only graves were seen. Then, out of the ground came a half decayed arm. "How typical of you" the same voice, but now full of disappointment said. I started backing away, but the metal bars of the child cemetery stopped me. A second half decade arm came from the dirt, the arms flexed as the torso made its way to the surface. The mostly decayed face looked at me with eyes filled with sorrow, regret, anger, and disappointment. "So busy running from your problems you actually forget them. You forget that YOU DID THIS!" the undead person said, anger taking over all other emotions."Please, I don't know what you're talking about or where I am. Could you please help me?" I pleaded. One decaying leg broke from the soil, and the zombie just laughed. "I can't believe you can't tell where we are since you destroyed it. How pathetic is it when you don't recognize your home." I looked around at the endless graves. Home? It can't be. "Who are you?" the other leg broke from the soil. The zombie was now completely above ground, and he laughed harder. With his brown teeth smiling he said "Rassilon. I'm Gallifrey's Lord High President. The Lord President of you and everybody you murdered. Now, Doctor, we will murder you." Rassilon raised his arms, and then the sound of soil being penetrated by decaying arms was filling the air. I started running as fast as I could. "YES! RUN DOCTOR RUN! RUN LIKE ALWAYS DO! THIS TIME, IT WONT SAVE YOU!" his laughing voice yelled. Although he wasn't moving his voice wasn't quieting. I kept running, every time I passed a grave, a decaying arm came bursting out. All around me I heard the cries of hundreds, no, THOUSANDS of voices saying "murderer" "face your fate doctor" "you're worse than every Dalek combined" "you murdered my children" "you're pure evil" and more. "STOP! PLEASE STOP" I cried… they didn't. a rock got under my shoe, at that moment, my balance deteriorated. After face planting, I looked up and found a familiar face glaring at me. "River" I half questioned, and half pleaded. "Goodbye sweetie" she said, hatred was the only emotion visible. "River please!" I cried as she put a gun to my dirt covered face. She didn't acknowledge my pleas, "and good reddens." River Song pulled the trigger.
I shot up off the floor. My heart is racing! Why am I pledged with nightmares? Why can't I remember any of them? I think my therapist, Dr. Song, was in this nightmare. Why her? Sure she diagnosed me with Panophobia, which isn't the fear of pans; it's the fear of everything. Well… I guess that includes pans… but I'm not afraid of pans though…I'm scared of stuff like cooking whisks and plungers because they kill people. Also angel statues will kill you if you look away or even blink. And robots will delete you. And drums. And tally marks tell how many things are there to kill you. And the number zero can disguise its self then kill you. And so can things covered in suctions', especially if it's red. And also plastic, and more…. Anyway, Dr. song is helping me get rid of my Panophobia so someone is more likely to adopt me. Once my fear is gone, my parents-to-be will come and admire my brilliance and how fantastic I am! My real parents will see me on the tele, as the ten year old doctor that found a cure for cancer! Sure, that's in three years, but so what? My parents are going to come and show me the combination to unlock my pocket watch, and we're going to live so happily together! I ran my fingers along the silver pocket watch on the chain around my neck and smiled. My parents are coming for me. And then they'll tell me what the weird symbol on the front means.
"Hey John, are you okay? You haven't screamed that loud in a while." A familiar voice said.
I looked at my fiend Caleb and took the cloth that mutes my nightmare-screams out of my mouth. "Ya, I'm fine. Did I wake the whole orphanage? "
"Na. Just me. The move to the attic and adding the cloth really helped with not waking any of the other kids up." Caleb said smiling. He sat down next to me, the fire from his lantern glistening off his blue eyes and ginger hair.
I looked at the flame concealed in the glass of the lantern and an image flashed across my eyes. "One time, the robots were controlling adults to obtain kids. The kids where being forced to work until the big robot was finished, and once it was, all the kids were deleted, and there was also a fire, that made an explosion." (The Next Doctor, season 4)
"Jonathan, it's just a lantern. I don't think anything will explode." The ginger nine year old replied.
"ya, you're right" I said, and looked at my pocket watch. The images of children at a military camp dying because of this watch flashed before my eyes. Of all the things I go through, I want that to stop the most.
There was a knock on my door so both Caleb and I looked at the door.
"Oh yeah, yeah, course! It's an interdimensional multi-form from outer space, they're all 'terrified' of wood!" I said, but I don't exactly know why I said it.
Caleb, being use to my random nonsense just continued looking at the door. "Come in" he said.
Ms. Olivian opened the door. She is the orphanages owners' daughter, her and her dad, Mr. Olivian, live at the orphanage. "Caleb! Jonathan! What are you two doing up? You need all the rest you can get. Don't you remember that tomorrow is the first day of 4th and 8th grade?"
"I still can't believe that even thou I'm two years older, Jonathan's grade level is twice as much as mine." Caleb said smiling at me.
I smiled back. "see ya tomorrow" I said as Caleb grabbed his lantern and joined Ms. Olivian by the door.
"Good night Jonathan" Ms. Olivian said and closed the door.
Alone again, I put the scream-muting cloth back in my mouth incase I had another nightmare. Instead, I drifted off into a dreamless sleep