I feel horrible. :( Merry Christmas, now I'm off to up-chuck the contents of my stomach.
Disclaimer: I'm sixteen. I don't own anything. Literally.
Part 11: The Closet
Closet - (n) a place for storage. EX: The Doctor's closet stores outfits and other things he might need during his travels through time and space. Most of which are held in... boxes.
"For the last time, don't touch that!" Rose snapped at the annoying blue ghost with a three-year-old attention span.
The Box Ghost spun around and raised his arms above his head, shouting, "You cannot tell me what to do, foolish blond human!" Rose took a menacing step towards him. Despite that he could turn intangible, one look at the human girl's face had the Box Ghost float away from the tempting lever on the Tardis console. "I have decided that this console holds no interest to me! Beware!" After saying his...catchphrase?...for the thousandth time, the Box Ghost flew into the passageway to go deeper into the Tardis.
"No, wait! Don't- Agh!" Rose threw her hands on her head and slowly dragged them down her face, breathing slowly in order to make her brain concentrate. Her ADD companion was now on his own in the infinitely deep time machine. She couldn't sit around and babysit when the Doctor might be in trouble. The irritable time traveler grabbed a jacket, hesitating only a moment when she thought she saw one of the Tardis's dead monitors flicker, then poked open the Tardis door to take a peek outside. When she observed the relative area to be devoid of...afterlife, she cautiously stepped outside, shutting the door behind her.
Rose found herself in what appeared to be a huge warehouse, filled with giant piles of stuff from the human world. Tugging her coat closer, ignoring the discomforting stare of a one-eyed doll, Rose started heading for one of the far walls, searching for an exit.
For the second time in such a short while, the Box Ghost was speechless. He hung in the air in a rare moment of silence, staring at the room, or, well, its contents.
In the middle of the giant, cavernous room was a spiraling staircase leading past several floors to the top. On the walls were multitudes of various outfits from all throughout time and space. Historical robes, current-time jeans, some sort of futuristic suits, and what could only be defined as alien clothing splayed about everywhere. Shirts, pants, coats, hats, shoes, and an incredible amount of other things were available to wear in the ultimate wardrobe.
Although, seeing as he was fairly used to others of his kind dressed oddly from times that were long past, the Box Ghost didn't even register these things as out of the ordinary.
What he found so interesting to gape at wasn't hung up against the walls, but found purchase on almost every platform in the enormous room. Anything not hung up was stored in packages... a very specific type of packages...
The Box Ghost broke into a huge grin, rivaling that of the Timelord himself. "Boxes within boxes... I have found my cardboard kingdom!"
The Box Ghost flew into his new...ahem, playground with all the glee of an unattended kid in a candy shop.
...Thank you, Amazing Bluie. Your title suits you well.
~Catalyst
