Welcome to my sweeping Doctor Who fanfictions! Right now it's just this one, which of now, I don't even know how it's gonna end. Anyway, reactions to these versions of the monsters were mixed, but I loved them and the episode which they are from. Enjoy a prequel to Nightmare in Silver: Cyberiad, featuring the Twelfth Doctor and Clara.

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"Initializing. Searching for power source. Power acquired. Systems check: in progress. All systems nominal."

"Project QC, Test Subject #47,842: Successful. Inform command. Replicate and upgrade Cybermite model."

"As you command," the newly created Cyberman intoned.

It stomped off. The Cybercaptain turned to the Cyberplanner. In recent years, the Cybermen had upgraded themselves so that the previously immobile Cyberplanner was just as capable of combat as the other Cybermen. The Cyberplanner's voice grated: "The first successful Cybermite upgrade"

The Cybercaptain nodded its head. "Soon, we will be able to upgrade all races"

The Cyberplanner almost laughed, saying "This is only the beginning. The universe will kneel at the feet of the Cybermen!"

A groaning noise filled Clara's house. It shuddered to a halt as a blue Police Call Box materialized in the room. The door meandered open. Clara turned the corner, and peered in. "Doctor?" she asked.

Strummmmm. A loud chord vibrated through the air. Clara gave a small smile before sauntering into the TARDIS. He was playing an unrecognizable melody. Clara laughed, and yelled through it, "What's this one, Doctor?"

Wearing his sonic sunglasses, the Doctor put down his electric guitar. "It's a new piece," he said, in a thick Scottish brogue, "I call it 'Porridge'."

"A little heavy metal for a song about a breakfast food," Clara responded dryly.

"No, no Clara. Not the food. I'm talking about the Emperor of a Thousand Galaxies. The one who proposed marriage to you? Remember him?"

"Of course I remember Porridge. He was wonderful. Such a kind man," Clara opined.

The Doctor smiled at her. "Would you like to visit him? I can take you to his ship."

Clara was taken aback. She answered in the affirmative, smiling broadly. The Doctor removed his sunglasses, typing a set of coordinates into the TARDIS console. Clara pulled the lever, and the time machine began to wheeze and groan, dematerializing from the Earth.

"The Emperor is visiting the planet of Carathourn soon. We will prepare our attack to coincide with his and his family's arrival. He will make a good Cyberleader."

The Cybercommander had no problem with receiving a superior. He had realized what needed to be done upon upgrading. Without his pesky emotions, he had no delusions of humanity. "Yes," he replied, in a monotone, "He will. And he will provide countless alien test subjects for Cybermite testing. Cyberplanner, I leave the testing to you. I will command the forces."

The Cyberplanner turned its head slightly, then stared at the testing area. The Cybercommander left the observation area. "Bring in the next test subject. Project QC, Test Subject #49,391."

The Cybermen dragged in a humanoid alien, restraining him to an interrogation table. A Cyberman walked forward, while the alien pleaded for its life. Its hand opened, and several Cybermites sprang out onto the man. As they burrowed into his brain and body, creating circuitry, he screamed.

"Initializing…"

The Doctor and Clara stepped out of the TARDIS into the interior of a massive ship. They began to explore, ducking around corners. Finally, they met some guards. "Who are you?" they shouted.

The Doctor pulled out his psychic paper. "Friends of the emperor. Guests of honor, you could say."

"He didn't mention any guests, but those credentials look real enough. We'll take you to him ourselves."

The guards escorted the two time travelers. Clara pulled the Doctor aside. "How long d'you think it's been since he last saw us. You think he'll recognize me?" she asked.

"Clara, he wanted you to marry him. I'm sure he'll recognize you. Me, on the other hand…"

"Oh right. He only knows you before you regenerated."

"It'll be fine," the Doctor reassured her.

The group arrived at the bridge, with the Emperor looking over a vast planet. They were announced, but the Emperor clearly could not hear them. He stared out. Then he whipped around. He was most definitely not Porridge. "Who the devil are you?" he shouted.

Tune in later for more. Probably tonight actually. Love you guys!