Sculpted
Capturing diamond-thieving penguins, hunting down robotic trousers, and high-speed train chases… All in a days work when you're three inches tall and made of clay. Will the Doctor and Rose ever return to their normal forms?
Disclaimer- Well, I own a homemade TARDIS key, does that count?
Authors note- Inspired by Wallace and Gromit- The Wrong Trousers. Watched it last night and figured this might be amusing… Lets hope.
A REVISION! I actually started this about a month ago, but it got finished and never posted, and out-of-sight out-of-mind and… Anyways, it's up now.
Once upon a time, there was actually a normal day inside the TARDIS.
Rose was drinking tea and reading a magazine she'd bought at a random planet, learning how to turn her hair blue with a peach and pencil.
The Doctor was electrocuting himself as he did some unnecessary maintenance on the TARDIS.
The TARDIS was laughing to herself as he mumbled darkly about her faulty wiring.
An insect buzzed somewhere in the corner, but it was zapped to death as the resident Time Lord unintentionally sent waves of electricity through the walls.
Moderate peace, joy, and rising wave of energy were all present that morning.
Said wave of rising energy was, for now, undetected by both of the ship's inhabitants, as they continued their lazy and well-earned day off.
In all truth, the Doctor was feeling a bit uneasy in the pure normality of it all. He was seriously considering blowing something up, just to avoid domestic-ness. Fidgeting, and fingering the wires necessary to make the desired explosion, the Doctor waited.
The wave of energy continued to rise, moving towards the alien pyromaniac like a group of piranhas moving in for the kill.
Simultaneously, the Doctor twisted the two neon wires as the energy wave rocketed forward.
There was a sound like a bowl full of rising bread dough toppling from a high shelf, an almighty crash followed by a deep popping noise.
Lightning crackled through the TARDIS, throwing both her passengers into the air, where they both hit the wall with unnatural force, and were dumped unceremoniously to the ground, unconscious.
Unbeknownst to the travelers, the now suspiciously squishy TARDIS dematerialized, leaving them alone in the middle of what appeared to be London.
The Doctor was the first to stir, long fingers twitching to life. Blinking sleepily, he rolled onto his back, rubbing at his eyes.
Well that's odd. Why are my fingers so squishy?
The Time Lord glanced sharply at the appendages in question. They were still his fingers, but they were different, wider and more rounded, like a poorly drawn cartoon character.
And they were squishy.
Raising them to his nose, the Doctor sniffed his fingers tentatively.
Smells like clay.
In his classic style he poked his tongue out and licked them.
Tastes like clay.
His fingers were covered in clay! Thinking back to when he'd been covered in a gold-like substance on one of his previous adventures, he panicked. Leaping to his feet, the Doctor tried to brush the clay off his fingers, only to see his other hand had the same problem.
Yelping with surprise and fear, he tried to pull the clay off, but to no avail. He wasn't simply covered in clay- he was made of it!
TBC…
Gasp! So the Doctor is a clay-person now… What will Rose think? Will she be in the same condition? Will the TARDIS ever be found? Press the little purple button and you might just find out! Fail to press said button, and not only will I update slower, you'll also miss out on your very own review from me!