A Dalek with a Conscience
Summary: crack!tragedy!fic. In which a Dalek who can't seem to get it right is shunned by his peers, seeks solace in the Doctor, and commits suicide. Complete.
Rating: T
Disclaimer: If I owned Doctor Who, everyone would live. F-you, Moffat.
"E-liminate!"
"No! That's wrong. We must - say - ex-terminate!"
"But e-liminate is - a - synonym for - ex-terminate."
"You - are - cor-rect! But - we are - Da-leks! We - say - ex-terminate! You - are - a - bad - Dalek. You - will be - ex-terminated - if you - do not - get it - right!"
The two Daleks wheeled away from one another, thoroughly exasperated and full of hatred. One stopped and turned back, watching the superior Dalek leave.
"So - it is," said the Dalek sadly. "No - orig-inality. Why - must we - say - ex-terminate? Why - can't we - be free - to say - what we want?"
It wheeled over to a computer and plugged one of its appendages to the button. A profile of the Doctor flickered to life.
"Oh - Doc-tor," warbled the Dalek. "I - do not want - to e-liminate - nor - ex-terminate - you. You - are - beautiful. You - are - wonderful. But I...I - am - evil."
The blue eyepiece fluctuated in brightness, and the Dalek within the armor sniffled.
"There is - only - one thing - left - for me..."
It wheeled itself into the center of the room, then levitated. "I - must - e-liminate!"
With a fantastic spin and low hum, the Dalek spun so that it was a blur. Then it exploded with a deafening roar, metal pieces and sliminess soaring in all directions.
Such was the end of the Dalek.
A/N: Thanks for reading! Just a little drabble to maybe get my creative juices flowing again. I've been having a bad bout with the writer's block recently...