A/N: This is the result of E-Mail conversations with my pen pal ttobba95. It's meant to be a joke fic.
And to anyone who reads my Grojband stories, don't worry. I'm not discontinuing them. This is only a break to work on fanfics for other franchises.
Welcome to the town of Skaro, the strangest place in the UK. How strange is it? First of all, the entire population believed a strong military is the answer to everything. Even the children were raised as future soldiers. And if that wasn't crazy enough, some of the people had a strange vocabulary, saying 'exterminate' instead of 'die'. It was as if they behaved like robots.
But the heart of this weirdness came from the school, Skaro High. Led by an unnamed Headmaster and Vice Principal Davros, the students of Skaro High learned about past wars and how to fight in the town army. There were no arts, no sciences, no math, and not even dances were allowed. All classes were based on wars and the military.
This was the way of Skaro. At least until one girl spoke up...
Our story begins during Ms. Hartigan's cybernetics class, where she taught her students about weapons and war technology. Today was an important lesson, for it was about the Town War, a great battle between Skaro and a nearby town called Gallifrey.
"So class, can anyone tell me how the Town War ended?" Ms. Hartigan asked.
One boy, who was dressed in grey and wore a silver earpiece, raised his hand. "Was it because the people of Gallifrey ran out of functioning guns, thus allowing Skaro to triumph?" he guessed.
"No, that's not it," Ms. Hartigan said. "Anyone else?"
A black-haired, blue-eyed girl wearing a black-grey dress, black flats, and a grey headband raised her hand. "Only an inferior person would believe that," she said. "The Town War ended in the 1990s when the legendary War Doctor of Gallifrey used the Moment and nearly destroyed both towns as a result of it."
"Correct," Ms. Hartigan said. "Good work as usual, Sec."
The boy stood up in protest. "She cheated," he declared, pointing at Sec.
Offended, Sec stood up as well and walked over to the boy. "I did not cheat!" she protested. "Unlike you inferior Cybers, I read the textbook chapter for last night's homework!"
"You think we Cybers are inferior?" the Cyber asked. "Unlike you, girlie, we keep up to date with the world. We upgrade our Bluetooths to fit with the ever-changing world." He smiled in satisfaction. "We are elegant."
"Oh really?" Sec asked. "Because if that is what 'elegance' looks like, then my sisters and I have no concept of elegance."
"That is obvious," the Cyber said.
"Uh, EXCUSE ME?!" Sec asked, fuming at this point. "Need I point out that your little Bluetooth devices are merely nothing more than crude cybernetic constructs?!"
"Our Bluetooths were built with the finest techology," the Cyber defended. "It even doubles as an instant blaster in case of emergency."
Sec put her hands on her hips and scoffed. "Please," she said with an eye-roll. "You think your little blaster can handle a little pest control?"
"Over fifty people in Skaro have similar devices," the Cyber said. "What do you and your sisters have when there is a sudden attack?"
Sec showed the Cyber a silver watch on her left wrist. "This little device doubles as a death laser and a reflective shield," she explained. "And you should know that a good portion of the people here in Skaro have the same technology."
"You think your laser watch is better than my Bluetooth?" the Cyber asked.
"Obviously," Sec bragged. "But at least you Cybers are superior at sucking."
Before anything else could happen, Ms. Hartigan stepped in. "That's enough you two," she said. "Save it for gym class. And Sec, the Cybers' Bluetooths are clearly stronger than your fancy watches."
As the two students got back to their seats (with Sec jealous of how the cybernetics teacher always seemed to favor the Cybers) and Ms. Hartigan continued her lesson, a girl sat in the back row, horrified with what just happened. She had long dark brown hair, brown eyes, and slightly pale skin. She wore a bronze-colored dress that was similar to Sec's. This was no coincidence. Most of the people in Skaro dressed alike. While the colors varied, the clothing remained the same. While they wore a silver laser watch on their left wrists and a dark-colored glove on their right hands, the females wore dresses and black flats while the males wore shirts, pants, and black sneakers. Despite the gender differences, their outfits included strange circular patterns, which were on pants and the skirt portion of dresses.
But this girl hated it. She hated dressing the same as most of the girls in town. There was no individuality. She also didn't like how fighting was always the answer to everything. But no, that what she learned. Weapons, past battles, the great Town War between Skaro and Gallifrey... Nothing else seemed important. Was this what she was meant to become? A genocidal soldier?
Was there ever a choice?
"Clara Oswald?"
The girl looked up, confused. "Yes?"
"Do you know how the Moment was activated?" Ms. Hartigan asked.
Clara took a while to recall what she read in her textbook last night. "Through the weapon's interface," she said. "It gave the War Doctor a red button to activate it."
"Correct," Ms. Hartigan said. As the lesson continued, Clara still questioned her own future.
Some time later, Clara arrived in the lunchroom. As always, she sat by herself, her usual company being a turkey-sausage sandwich for lunch. But today was different. As she ate, she looked around. Hundreds of students were in their own little groups, but she could still she a good majority looking the same. She recognized the circular pattern on their outfits.
Of course, the ones that stood out the most were the Cult quadruplets, Sec and her three sisters: Caan, Thay, and Jast. They were the highest in the social ladder, and they were easily recognizable. While Sec had her dark look, the other three shared the exact same color scheme. They were brunettes who wore brown dresses, black flats, and golden headbands. Like their sister, their eyes were only way to tell them apart were birthmarks located on their right cheeks. Those birthmarks consisted of a rectangle connected to a small square by a line on the right side. Within the rectangle are three small horizontal lines arranged vertically on the left side. To tell which sister was which, one of these three lines is extended, Sec has her lines the same height, Caan's is at the top, Jast's is in the middle, and Thay's is at the bottom.
Clara hated the Cult sisters. They were not only smarter, but they enjoyed gossiping about the other students. They were the girl posse, always making fun of everyone and staying on top. So why did the Headmaster do nothing to stop them? Viciousness was greatly encouraged in Skaro, and the Headmaster saw the Cult sisters as his best students.
Even if Clara was forced into hostile scenarios, she couldn't seem to activate her blaster, always ending up in a crying mess. And as she finished her lunch, she could feel the tears coming again. She couldn't help herself. She just hated being a Skaro student.
"Never thought I would see a Skaro person cry."
Clara was startled to see a boy sitting next to her, as if he appeared out of nowhere. He had shaggy dirty blonde hair and bright blue eyes, his outfit consisting of an army green t-shirt, dark yellow jeans (complete with a familiar circular pattern), and black sneakers. He wore a black glove on his right hand and a silver watch on his left wrist, but there were two chains spiraling around each of his arms, along with several more chains dangling from the belt loops of his jeans. He looked tired and pale, maybe even hungry.
"Who are you?" Clara asked.
"My name is Derek Briggs," the boy answered. "And you must be Clara Oswald."
"How did you know who I am?" Clara asked.
"I kind of figured that," Derek answered with a shrug. "The only girl in school who does not want to fight. I am surprised the Headmaster did not transfer you to the Asylum."
"You mean that special education class for the dangerous students?" Clara recalled. "I do not think cooking is a dangerous activity."
"You want to be a chef?" Derek asked.
"Do not tell anyone, but I am quite good at making soufflés," Clara said. "So what brings you here?"
Derek glanced at his chains. "Because I feel alone in this town," he answered. "We are the same. You want to bake, and I just want to see the sunlight."
"We get sunlight all the time," Clara pointed out.
"That is not what I meant," Derek continued. "We might get sunlight, but Skaro feels dark. Every day, it is nothing but war and hatred. Where is the happiness? Why must we live in such a dark town?"
"What are you saying?" Clara asked.
Derek grabbed both of Clara's hands and looked at her straight in the eye. "I am saying we should get away from this darkness," he said. "Away from the fighting and the exterminating. We can have a new life in another town."
"Which town is that?" Clara asked.
"Gallifrey," Derek answered.
Clara pulled away, surprised and confused. "Why Gallifrey?" she asked. "Have you not heard about the Town War?"
"Yes, but I have relatives who recently moved there," Derek explained. "We could live with them and no one will suspect a thing."
"And are you sure others will not notice our absence?" Clara asked.
"Who would they not notice?" Derek asked in response. "I am the school loner and it appears you do not have any friends. We can leave first thing tomorrow morning and create our own futures."
"I am still not sure," Clara said. "What if the people of Gallifrey recognize us?"
"My aunt and cousin can provide us with some extra clothing," Derek explained. "We just have to talk like them and we will be fine."
"But there is still the War Doctor," Clara recalled. "I am worried that the others are as violent as he was."
"You have until tonight to decide," Derek said. "The choice is yours."