WARNING. POTENTIAL SPOILERS.
AN: I found a picture of the concept of the Pandorical. I'll send it to anybody who wishes to see it. Sorry this first chapter is really short, it's just to see if anybody...cares? xD
I'm basing my fanfiction on this picture so it'd be a bad idea to read it if you wanted to save everything till the last ep D:
Weeks upon weeks, Rose's life had been a melancholy scheduled event, following a strict pattern of cause to effect rather than the wibbly wobbly, timey wimey…stuff that she was used to.
It was the 3rd year that John Smith had been dead. He'd killed himself. She saw it coming, gradually but slowly – his human mind was in pain from the overload of information, the lives of a man who'd lived for nearly 1000 years all put into one little, insignificant and extremely human brain.
When the end came, she had been ready for it. It only tore the gaping hole in her body a tiny bit wider, the hole that would never truly be filled while in this universe. She could feel something not quite right in the universe and everybody else was feeling it too. They just ran and hid from the pain, the inevitable truth that something, somewhere, somewhen just wasn't quite right.
Cracks had started appearing. They seemed to watch them, they smiled…they grinned as they steadily opened wider to unleash whatever was inside. Children dreamt horrible dreams about the severs in the universe's body and became disturbed in the head, unable to recall good memories until they were erased forever, leaving them in a permanent state of frightened silence. A silence that now rang over the children's playground at school. The silence of the children was a silence that plagued them all.
It was just another day to Rose. She pulled her shirt over her head, barely noticing how it seemed to hang off of her frame rather than hug her body. She'd not paid much attention to her own health lately. It wasn't that she didn't want to eat, she just…forgot. She forgot how to care about herself and instead focused all of her attention on fixing the world, wrapping the wounded in bandages and healing the universe.
They couldn't heal the cracks though, the smiles. That was their official name due to the fact that a certain special ops officer laughed whenever the word 'crack' surfaced in a conversation. It made them seem less sinister yet more sinister at the same time…was the universe smiling with them or laughing at them and their silence?
Something was extremely wrong today, though. It was if the streets were lined with blood, people stepped carefully and cautiously without realising it. They spoke in hushed tones and they stopped whenever anybody walked near. It was as if the whole world knew a secret that Rose didn't and she didn't like it.
She heard a loud, pained shrieking as she suddenly dropped to her knees, clutching her head. She could see gold, stars, swirls, strands of gold winding themselves through her eyesight, spilling out of her ears, eyes, mouth in a silent scream. It linked her to one of the cracks and she instantly knew what was coming. She hurtled into the darkness.