Don't read this unless you want to curl up in a ball and cry. This story will be feels, wrapped in feels, baked in feels, and served with a side of feels.
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You turn on your TV. Scrolling through the channels you are unable to find anything interesting. Then something catches your eye: The Fandom Games. You think you saw an advertisement for this several weeks ago and it looks fairly interesting. You click on it.
The screen is completely black. "Hello," calls a loud voice, "and welcome to the first ever Fandom Games. The Fandom Games will take characters from one of your favorite TV shows and make them fight to the death. Now lets meet our hosts."
Two people appear on the screen. You, being a fangirl, recognize them almost immediately. One is tall and thin with curly black hair and high cheekbones, his name appears on screen as Benedict Cumberbatch. The other shorter with blond hair and a sturdy build, his name is Martin Freeman. "Well Benny," Martin says, "Let's see how our contestants doing."
"Great idea Martin," Benedict says, smiling eerily.
The screen changed to an image of a tall gangly man with high cheekbones and sandy hair, wearing a tweed jacket and bowtie. He seems to be searching his jacket for something.
"The eleventh Doctor," the announcer booms.
He searches for a few more seconds before the scene changes to another man. This one is also tall, but his hair is shorter and lighter, and he seems far more disoriented and awkward. "Amy?!" He calls, "River?! Doctor?!" He keeps turning in frantic circles.
"Rory Williams!" The announcer cries excitedly.
The screen changes again. This one is a tall thin girl with long red hair. She is very pretty in your opinion. She just stands in the middle of the room looking rather stunned and disoriented. "Rory?" She whispers, so quietly the camera barely picks it up, "River? Doctor?"
"Amelia AKA Amy Pond," the announcer cries.
Now on screen is another woman. She is strongly built but thin. She has wildly curly hair and looks oddly calm after seeing the others panic.
"Melody Pond, more commonly known as River Song," the announcer says. You silently wonder if River is Amy's sister or something.
You almost expect that to be the last one, but another man appears on screen. He is tall and skinny with great hair. He seems sad in a way.
"The tenth Doctor!"
The next one looks exactly the same. But he is looking around. "Rose?" He asks, "Rose, where are you?"
"The tenth Doctors copy!"
A woman. Tallish with shoulder length copper hair. "Wherever I am you better let me the bloody hell out!" She yells.
"Donna Noble!"
Another woman. Tall with a dark complexion, she is really quite good looking. She is searching her jacket for something just like the eleventh Doctor.
"Martha Jones!"
Now a man. He is tall and handsome. With dark hair, an award winning smile, and blue eyes that are staring directly into the camera. It feels like he should make some offhand dirty remark, but he doesn't.
"Captain Jack Harkness!"
Another girl. Shorter with blonde hair. She is looking around confusedly. "Doctor?" She calls, "Mickey? Jack?"
"Rose Tyler!"
Another man. Tallish with a darker complexion. He seems almost as confused and awkward as Rory did, but not quite. "Rose?!" He yells, "Doctor?!"
"Mickey Smith!"
Another man. Tall, not quite as handsome as the other guys, strong build and buzz cut black hair. He stands stiffly in the center of the room. "Rose?" He calls once.
"The ninth Doctor!"
You wonder if there will be anymore but the screen switches back to Benedict and Martin. "Well Benny it seems this will be exciting," Martin says.
"Of course it will," Benedict says with that eerie smile, "Who doesn't want to see the characters of Doctor Who fight to the death?"
"I know I do," Martin says. They both laugh, and, as much as you love them, you almost want to punch them in their beautiful faces. "We'll be back," Martin says, "After these messages."
The screen switches to a toothpaste commercial. You should change the channel. This show will kill you. It will rip out your heart and throw it in a blender. You should just change it right now. But you can't. Now you know who's competing. Now you have to see who lives. You blankly finish watching a Swiffer commercial and The Fandom Games come back on.
"Welcome back to The Fandom Games," Martin says, "Now guess what time it is."
"Time to explain the rules to the competitors?" Benedict asks jokingly.
Martin smiles. "Yes it is."
The screen flashes between the terrified competitors as the announcer says, "Competitors, step out of your chambers."
A door opens in each room and the competitors each tentatively step out. They are all in a larger room with four others on a small stage. There is an eight year old girl, a tall rather skeletal man, a short plump woman, and a gangly teenage boy.
The competitors all move towards each other. The eleventh Doctor, Amy, Rory, and River end up in one group. The tenth Doctor, his copy, Donna, Martha, Jack, and Rose in another. Leaving the ninth Doctor and Mickey. Nobody spoke. They just sort of held onto each other and stared at the four people on the stage.
"Competitors," the announcer calls, making them all jump, you have all been entered in a competition known as the Fandom Games." The competitors all look around confused. "In these games you will all be pitted against each other in a fight to the death."
Two of the girls scream and Amy yells, "Do we have any choice?!"
The announcer ignores them and keeps on talking. "On the stage in front of you are your trainers. Chloe Abrams." The eight year old girl. "James Rigger." The skeleton man. "Nelly Kennedy." The plump woman. "Vincent O'Hare." The teenage boy. "They will do their best to ensure their teams survival in the games. Now onto the choosing of the teams."
What looks like a fish bowl rises out of the stage. In it are twelve small strips of paper. Chloe steps forward and draws a strip.
"Dr. River Song," she says. She doesn't sound like a child, she sounds robotic. River reluctantly steps out of the crowd her hand holding tightly to her Doctors. Both of their faces are grim and dark as she walks forward to stand in front of Chloe.
James steps up next and swirls his hand in the dish, making a show of pulling out the next slip. Finally he draws one. "Captain Jack Harkness," His voice sounds like gravel or the scrape of the shovel one uses to dig their own grave.
Capt. Jack steps forward. His sexy smirk has turned into a grim line. He stands in front of James, looking like he wants to beat the crap out of someone.
Nelly is quick about choosing. Her hand is barely in the bowl for a second before her eerily happy voice rings out saying, "Donna Noble."
Donna steps forward strongly. Everything about her says 'they can take my life but they can't take my pride.' Though as she takes her place in front of Nelly, a tear rolls down her cheek.
Vincent is even faster then Nelly. You don't even realize he's reached in the bowl when he calls, "Mickey Smith."
Mickey has to be pushed forward to stand in front of the boy.
The ceremony continues like this. Chloe ends with River, Martha, and Nine. James has Jack, Rory, and Tens Copy. Nelly has Donna, Eleven and Rose. Vincent got Mickey, Amy and Ten. One by one each group is led away.
The screen switches back to Benedict and Martin. "Well that sure was exciting." Martin says in a cheerful voice.
"Yes it was," Benedict says, "and we'll be back after this short break."
The screen switches to some odd commercial. Your gut twists. You should turn off your TV. You should change the channel. You should just walk away. You pick up your remote but find that you are unable to press any buttons. It feels as though a heavy weight has been set against you and will not be removed until you find out what happens. You sigh and set down the remote. One more commercial and The Fandom Games comes back on.
Benedict and Martin show up on the screen.
"Hello and welcome back to The Fandom Games," Martin says.
"Now," Benedict says, "Why don't we check in with our competitors as they discuss the situation with their trainers.
The screen shows a small room with a table. Around the table sit Chloe, River, Martha, and Nine.
"So," Chloe is saying, "Do you understand?" She is rather apathetic and bored for an eight year old.
River and Nine nod slightly while Martha shakes her head.
"I understand that," River says, "I just don't understand why us? If he's the ninth incarnation, then there had to be eight before him; why start at nine?"
"More people are interested in what happens after nine," Chloe explains, "Not as many people watch Classic Who anymore."
"What is Classic Who?!" Martha cries suddenly, "What is Doctor Who?!"
Chloe sighs and rests her head on her hand.
The screen switches to an identical room with James, Jack, Rory, and Tens Copy. The main difference with this room is Jack and James are punching each other while Tens Copy is trying to pull them apart and Rory stands to the side looking rather stunned. "How do we get out of here?!" Jack is yelling, "How?!"
Finally James manages to smash him into the table. They both stay there for a moment before James says, "You either die or win. That's it. If you die you're dead, if you win you go back to your life as it was." You forgot how his voice sends shivers down your spine.
"So you're saying," Rory says cautiously, "that even if someone dies in the game, they will still be there when you win."
"It's very hard to explain," James says.
"We've got time," Tens Copy says crossing his arms.
"No," James tells them, "You have twenty-four hours to prepare..."
He gets cut off as the screen switches to Nelly, Donna, Eleven, and Rose. "Now you know the basics," Nelly is saying, "How do you want to prepare?"
"How in the hell are we supposed to prepare?" Donna asks, "One second we're leading our regular lives and the next we're being told we have to kill each other on your weird TV show."
"You prepare yourself however you feel is necessary," Nelly says with what is supposed to be a sweet smile but just looks creepy.
"That's not very helpful," Rose says looking irritated.
"What say you Eleventh Doctor?" Nelly asks looking to the man who hasn't moved.
"Just call me Eleven if we're using numbers," the man says without moving.
Nelly nods. "Alright Eleven," she says, "What say you?"
Eleven looks up. His face is dark and sad.
the screen changes. You almost laugh at this one. Amy is holding Vincent by his shirt with Mickey by her side and Ten looking like he should be saying, 'Violence is not the answer.'
"Tell me what the hell is going on here," Amy yells.
"I've told you three times," Vincent cries.
"When can I see my husband?" Amy growls.
"Once you're in the arena," Vincent puts up his arms as though Amy is about to punch him in the face.
"What's the arena?" Mickey asks.
"I don't know," Vincent cries, "Nobody knows."
"Will it just be us in the arena?" Amy asks.
"No, there'll be monsters."
"What kind of monsters?" Mickey demands.
"Ones that you've faced before."
"A little more specific."
"I don't know, I never watched Doctor Who."
Amy glares at him for only one more second before releasing her grip on his collar and letting him fall to the floor. He lands and seems to melt to a puddle.
The screen flickers back to Benedict and Martin. "Who's your money on Martin?" Benedict asks good naturedly.
"I think I'm going to say Captain Jack," Martin says, "He was really beating the crap out of James.
"Well I'm going with Amy," Benedict replies, "She's tougher than she looks, that's for sure."
"Tune in next week to see what happens when your favorite characters enter the arena," the announcer cries, "until then, may the odds be ever in your favor."
The end credits start to play. You feel the weight lift off your chest. You turn the TV off and sit for a moment. You hate yourself for thinking this, but you have to finish this show. You know who's playing, now you have to know who wins. As you watch the end credits you hear a familiar yet unbelievable noise outside. You run to the front door to see the all too familiar blue box, and a man with a bowtie stepping out.
Read this. There is now a contest. Vote for who you want to die. It will be this way after each chapter. The person who gets the most votes will be killed off. I know, I'm a horrible person, have you looked at my username? Please vote and until next time, "May the odds be ever in your favor."
-Psycho
