PROLOGUE
Artopia. A bustling complex full of artists, writers and poets from around the globe. It was originally just a website called 'DeviantART', but as its popularity grew, so did its cash flow and they earned enough to open up to the public. The Artopia building in Britain was a dazzling homage to the imagination of the great artistes and authors of the old website. So, as Matthew and James Ferris ascended to the very top of the complex in a weird glass lift, they were decidedly put off by all the people on the ground suddenly starting to look like tiny ants, but they had to push on. "Why bloody glass lifts? These can't be good for people with Acrophobia." Matthew said. "Whot, like you? The concealed lifts are only for staff. That's why we're here to see mum, she works here remember?"
Their mother, Ponella Ferris (formerly Ponella Clourbis), was there when they were first putting up the scaffolding to build the great artistic wonderland called Artopia. The glass lift dinged, and Matthew ran out looking a bit peaky, "Bloody architects, never again should anyone build a glass lift unless they want a serious pandemic of vomiting and panic attacks to break out…" Maff looked at his watched, although he had no idea what the thing said half the time because nobody in his family was very bright when it came to reading analog clocks.
In the lower levels of Artopia, beyond the variety of imaginative life forms walking about the place, there was a rather odd creature…
And it was stirring.
A/N: The Doctor will come into all of this in the first chapter, right now I need to rest my brain… This fanfic was inspired by, oddly enough, my Doctor Who novels which I've been reading for a second time. Also by my 2009 Doctor Who story book. God, how long have I been away from this category of …? Anyway, I don't particularly care if I don't get any reviews, if I get some inspiration I'm going to type up whatever my brain manages to come up with. I think I'm finally getting rid of my writers block!