What this is… I don't even know. Like more than the last one. I actually named that word document "What this is I don't know", but this is just… insanity. And it wasn't even 4 AM! You've been warned.


The Doctors and their two companions walked out of the TARDIS into what was supposed to be Australia but wasn't.

"This isn't Australia," Stormie noted.

Chewy groaned sleepily, "What did I tell you about waking me up?"

"But wait, weren't you flying the TARDIS?" Ten asked.

"He was, I watched him," Eleven said.

"You look drunk, man," Stormie stated.

"I just woke up," Chewy said.

"But you were flying the TARDIS," Ten said again.

Stormie rolled her eyes, "Look Chewy, you can either perk up or I can slap you."

"So where are we anyways," Chewy said and looked around.

"Space," Eleven said in a cinematic voice.

"No, not space," Chewy said, "It's a corridor."

Eleven jumped up and down a little, "Well the floor feels… spacey."

"What does that even mean?" Ten asked, "'Spacey'?"

"What does timey mean?"

"Girls, you're both pretty," Stormie said, "Can we get on with this now?"

"Ooooh, what's that?" Chewy ran up to one of the smiler booths in the corridor and poked the glass, "Hello?"

"Don't just poke it!" Eleven shouted, "Is that your logic, just walk up to things and poke them?"

"This coming from the guy whose logic is to put things in his mouth…" Stormie said.

"Shut up."

"Both of you hush, you'll give the Wookie ideas," Ten said as Chewy was about to bite the booth.

"Hey look, it's frowning at me," Chewy said and waved at the smiler, "Hi."

"That is a very bad thing!" Eleven said, "Get away from it!"

"Woah there's a lot of them…" he began to wonder down the corridor.

"Stop that! Do I just have a face that nobody listens to?!"

"What was that?" Ten asked him much to Eleven's annoyance.

"That's probably a bad idea, Chewy!" Stormie said.

"What could go wrong?" Chewy said calmly and took Ten's sonic screwdriver from his pocket and tried to open the booth.

"What! How did you even get that?!" Ten asked feeling his own pockets.

"I took it while you while you weren't looking."

"I keep that in the pocket on the inside of my jacket! I think I'd notice a hand in my jacket!"

"Never mind your bubble, Ten!" Eleven said, "Don't open it!"

"Why?" Chewy asked, still fiddling with the sonic and the booth, "What will it do, cry?"

"No, but it'll be a lot worse than that!" Eleven warned.

"What do they do?" Ten asked.

"It's kinda complicated, but Moffat wrote the episode," Stormie said.

"Oh no…"

"Okay then," Chewy said and walked back over to the group.

"Holy chizletz, I just realized something…" Stormie said with wide eyes, "Hey, Ten, remember that time with Madam de Pompadour in the fireplace and whatnot?"

"Yeah," Ten said.

"And Eleven, think about how you met Amy throughout her childhood," Stormie concluded.

Everyone thought for a silent moment, but finally Chewy said "oh my god" and fell to his knees with a shocked face. The Doctors had a similar reaction, but more freaked out rather than shocked.

"I think I broke them…" Stormie said after a minuet of starting and Chewy twitching.

She faked a laugh, "Heh, uh… oh no…"

The floor had started cracking suspiciously. The boys didn't move.

"Guys, we need to get back to the TARDIS," she said as little bits of the floor started to fall.

"What?" Chewy looked around and ran to the other side of the corridor after muttering something I would not type. Stormie took each Doctor by the arm and pulled them into the TARDIS, the floor completely giving away by time they reached the time machine, leaving only Chewy's end and theirs solid.

"Wait, what?" Ten said shaking his head.

"Moffception?" Eleven suggested.

"Uhhhh, hey over there," Chewy said awkwardly.

"Hey," Stormie said just sitting there on the TARDIS floor like she didn't just break time.

"Quick question, can we put two sonic screwdrivers together?"

"NO!" The Doctors and Stormie shouted in unison.

"Okay," Chewy pulled out another screwdriver and put the two together, only to have them snatched away by Stormie who had somehow appeared by his side.

"Dollop head!" she exclaimed and was somehow back in the TARDIS after everyone else just looked at one another confused.

"What." was all that Ten could say.

"No, that was mine," Chewy said.

Where there should have been a snarky comment was slice, as Stormie just sat there twitching creepily.

"She broke herself?" Ten asked.

"She broke herself," Eleven confirmed.

The floor came back together as if it had been set in reverse and Chewy began to walk back over, but sadly the smilers had the same idea. Stormie just kept twitching.

"This is getting just plain weird," Ten said.

"Yeah, it's like the writers have no plot at all," Chewy said a few steps from the TARDIS.

"They don't," the disembodied voice of Morgan Freeman said.

"I've already seen this one!" Stormie shouted with her eye twitching.

"God?" Chewy asked looking up.

"Okay, now I'm scared," Eleven said.

"How did you get here?" Ten asked the ceiling.

"There are some things we as humans will never know," Morgan Freeman announced.

Stormie just kept twitching, "I've seen it! I am changing the channel!

"No, god is here I must listen," Chewy insisted, "Oh wait smilers…"

And the using his awesome powers Morgan Freeman shot them all down with a gun.

"Yay!" Chewy said and ran into the TARDIS.

"He's a disembodied voice!" Ten shouted, "That not even possible!"

"And we aren't human," Eleven added.

"Shut up and fly the time machine," Chewy said.

"So who's idea was It to give the writers coffee?" Ten asked jokingly.

"They were merely sleep deprived and insane," Morgan Freeman told him.

"So where to now?" Eleven asked.

"Canada," Chewy announced.


Welp… It's four in the morning. I really need to lay off the psychedelics and ambient music. But I can't. If I owned Morgan Freeman I wouldn't be writing weird fanfics. All I own is some DW merch. and a can of Yoohoo. That has been sitting on my table for a few hours and is now warm.

I think I'll just go watch Through The Wormhole and think about the universe until I break myself. Again.