I'm sorry this chapter is so short. It was meant to be longer, but then I decided that I wanted the next part to be from the Doctor's point of view and since I haven't typed that part yet that I should go ahead and post this bit and then maybe tonight I would post the next part...So yeaaah Enjoy!
She took a deep breath. It was time. Everything was in place and her costume was utterly flawless. She donned her pink skin and the latex prosthetic that added to her disguise. She couldn't even recognize her own reflection. She held her slot medallion tight to her chest. Without it she wouldn't be able to get into Nightmare. Without it, she couldn't prove she was the Author of over forty short fanovels involving various characters and contestants within the overhanging umbrella of Nightmare. With it, she could prove herself to be the one and only Ozia Ezinezkoa.
She gulped as she saw Elrinea, a required acquaintance that got her this far. Clara sighed as Elrinea grabbed her around her neck.
"I have something to show you," Elrinea whispered.
"I haven't even been in!" Clara protested.
"I promise it is completely worth your time, besides, I couldn't have done it without you!"
Clara sighed and allowed Elrinea pull her to a bench. Elrinea pulled out a monitor from her pocket and set up the small video to play. Clara's heart sank as she recognized the 21st century styled park. A couple of weeks ago, Clara assisted with helping Elrinea to find a setting for a contestant to wake up in, disorientated and to get hit by a truck.
"It is illegal to keep recordings from the live-viewing!" Clara hissed at her forced friend.
"I know, but I sweet talked one of the Chuzilmyurians."
Clara winced and stared, horrified as she watched the Doctor wake up. He slowly got to his feet and walked around the park.
"21st century Earth. Impossible. How did I-?"
"Kevin!"
The Doctor turned around and saw a small child chase after a ball right into the street. The Doctor ran after him, pushed the child out of the way as the pick up truck smashed its way into the Doctor's body.
Elrinea stopped the video. "I couldn't have done it without you!" she squealed. "I'll show you more tomorrow. I promise."
Clara shakily got to her feet. "They've called my slot," Clara told her. She walked away and desparetly tried not to throw up.
Clara held out her medallion to the coal black skinned Chuzilmyurian at the registration desk and they gave her access into the viewing room. It was a large auditorium room with a high ceiling and clear pillars that held various contestants within. Around each pillar there were props of things that gave the illusion that the contestants were in their native habitat. Clara gulped as she found the Doctor.
She walked slowly to his pillar. The Doctor sat quietly within. His knees held close to his chest. His eyes closed, clearly trying to block out the slowly filling auditorium. Clara placed her hand onto the Plexiglas and the Doctor opened his dead expressionless eyes and used them to glare at her. Clara activated the panel and audio and visual text appeared:
{}Name: Ozia Ezinezkoa Destination: Authoring Archives Meeting Room *403
"Just leave me alone," the Doctor told her.
Clara gave him a sympathetic smile, because he couldn't recognize her under the make up. Clara pressed another button on the panel and it changed.
{} Category Authare, Slot 56 Meeting Room *403. Take lift 3 Rendezvous 20 minutes.
The Doctor furrowed his brow, sad, resigned. Clara frowned. He had given up. Clara turned around and headed for the lift.