Still not my characters. Many thanks to Indigo1100 and KiraSparrow for their nurturing enthusiasm.
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Instantly the island, zombies, and sea vanished. Instead, Rory and Amy found themselves seated in comfortable chairs in what looked like a TARDIS room. They heard a growl and a rattle of chains and saw the Master, wearing black satiny pajamas like he'd been dragged out of bed, manacled to a wall with his hands above his head and gagged.
Rory dashed to his side and tried to extricate him. "Don't hurt yourself, Master. We'll stop the Nightmare Child together."
"I didn't leave a key, idiot," the Nightmare Child sneered as he materialized, smooth and deadly as an oil slick. "Though I could count on you trying to help him. He does that, you know: all handsome, dark, and erudite – the Doctor's not the only one with a chronic case of Stockholm syndrome even when he's the captor."
"The Master's a very ill mental patient. I don't hold things against him," Rory snapped.
The Master sighed and rolled his eyes at this, but he stopped struggling.
The Nightmare Child made a remote control appear out of nowhere and pressed a button. The wall across from Amy displayed a countdown, the way old movies did. "Go sit down, Rory. I have a bit of a show for you two. Amy might want someone to hold her hand."
"I'll be the judge of that, thanks," Amy replied, though Rory went to her side anyway.
"The things I'll be showing you aren't dreams. They're memories. The Doctor and the Master have worn many different bodies over the centuries…"
"Bodies?" Rory whispered.
"The Doctor explained that their people, instead of dying, can get a new body that looks different," Amy whispered back.
"Oh, so that's why he didn't know what he looked like back when…"
Their foe cleared his throat. "Yes, yes, fascinating isn't it? Did you ever wonder, Amelia Pond, what the Doctor was doing that had him crash-land in your backyard in the first place? He was saving the world, again, from that menace over there. This is what the Master did to the Doctor when he had him in his power." The countdown ended and the Nightmare Child disappeared.
The scene before them opened on a wasteland or junkyard type place. What Amy gathered was the Doctor's previous incarnation, a slightly older-looking (but still gorgeous) tall, spiky-haired waif with Bambi eyes in a blue suit and sweeping brown coat, was searching anxiously through rubble and dust.
When he found the Master, the Master smirked and shot bolts of electricity at his chest. Amy found herself squeaking and grabbing Rory's hand. The Doctor kept walking forward until it finally made him collapse. First the Master caught him, but with a disgusted look eventually dropped him to the filthy ground. They talked about the Master burning up his life-force, along with other things that were beyond Amy's understanding.
One thing the Master said, though, sufficiently intrigued her to tuck away in her mind like a pebble in her pocket. She wanted to point it out to Rory as a clue for how to get out of this mess, but the "film" fast-forwarded to a scene so horrifying that she had no time.
Somehow, the Master managed to turn the entire population of Earth into clones of himself. This accomplished, the primary Master, who was wearing a black hoodie and red shirt, ordered the Doctor carried off to a private room.
"Oh yes, do struggle, Doctor, it's delicious when you do, particularly when there's no possible way it'll do you any good."
"I don't want to look," Rory said when six Master clones, along with the original, had the Doctor pinned to the floor and were efficiently stripping him, occasionally pausing to lick, bite, or snog him when the adrenalin became overwhelming. The Doctor was being handled like an unlucky rag doll and his pale, lightly freckled skin was reddening with the roughness and hunger.
Amy nodded and shut her eyes. Then she shuddered. "Rory, I can still see."
"Dear God, so can I."
Putting hands over their ears didn't muffle the Doctor's pleading or his cries of pain, either.
"Did you know that the Doctor you're familiar with is number Eleven?" the Nightmare Child asked, appearing on Amy's other side and eating popcorn out of a paper bag. "I won't even be able to show you every incident in every body, but still, we're going to be here for a while if that's what it takes to convince you."
