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"Holy Fucking Shit!" It's the only response I could come up with. And it seemed fitting.
"HEY! There is no need for swearing! And before you drag it out, just say the thing that's obvious." The man said, waiting for something inevitably coming. He was standing right in front of me.
I finally got a good look at this man now. He looked like he was in his early 20s. He was wearing a white t-shirt under a long sleeve, button-up, grey striped shirt, with its sleeves rolled up above the elbow, white khakis that went down to his black, white striped, shoes. All of it looked very loose and comfortable on him. He had wavy blonde-brown hair, hazel eyes, glasses, kinda bushy eyebrows, and some freckles. His face was pretty pale, but his arms had a nice tan. He also had some major muscles.
Wonder what he looks like without a shirt? I thought to myself.
"This is a nice set you got here." I told him. Wonder how much it took to build this big place. All the walls had these dark yellow colored panels with lights in all of them; there were grates all over the floor; weird braches coming out of the walls and leading to the center. Now the center must have cost a lot to build. A giant circular console with every single type of spinning dial, colored button, lever, pulley, it even had a hammer and a computer screen attached. There were three seats attached to springs right by the center. In the middle of the whole thing was a glass cylinder with tubes pumping up and down.
"Excuse me?" He looked completely confused.
"You had the blue box right?" that got a nod from him, "and then you built it into a wall. And when you walk through the booth door, you walk into this set on the other side of the wall. Must have cost you a lot of money." It didn't make any sense at all why a person would build it, but apparently this guy did.
"That isn't the response I usually get." He looked completely confused at my understanding of the room. "Hmmm. Go outside," he instructed me, "and walk around the box."
"You want me to walk into the wall?"
"Just do it…what's your name?" He finally asked, realizing he didn't know it.
"Natasha McNeill" I responded, though the last name didn't have much meaning now. She was the last decedent of her family, we had some genetic disease that started way back and usually killed everyone in my family. Somehow I was born without it, kudos to me. (Yes I actually say that in my life so deal with it)
"Oh, well I'm the Doctor. Now go take a look." He called himself the Doctor? Kind of a fucked up kinda thing to have people call you.
So I went outside, and looked at the box. I walked to its side, holding out my hand to stop myself from hitting the wall. I kept walking, but hit…nothing! I walked in circles around the tiny box. Keeping one hand on the box's side and the other out in the open.
"HOLY SHIT! That's…just…IMPOSSIBLE" I screamed. Completely out of something to say.
Suddenly I heard something behind me. Like metal scrapping metal, but it sounded like a growl. I turned slowly to where the sound came from. From the corner of my eye I saw a blood red colored, humanoid creature.
Moving slowly, I walked back to the door and slipped in.
"Well go on. Say it." The Doctor said waving his hand in the air like he was still waiting for something.
"It's right outside the door." I whispered, but it was loud enough for him to hear.
"What is? And you still haven't said it!"
"Shut Up! Yes, it's bigger on the inside than the outside."
"Ha got you to say it." He said in triumph.
"DOCTOR! That creature is right outside the door!" I said, knocking him out of his triumphant dance. He suddenly ran past me and locked the door. Damn he's fast.
"Dang, I forgot about that thing." The Doctor said running back to the console.
"How can you forget something like that! What are we going to do!" I asked him, terrified that we may not be able to do anything in this box.
"You know how it's impossible for something to bigger on the inside than it is on the outside?"
"Yeah." Wait a minute. "But this thing does it? Right?" Thinking I may be going insane.
"Right. And no, you are not going insane." How'd he know was thinking that? I thought.
"And you know that teleportation and time travel are impossible too?" He looked at me like I might catch onto something.
"Yeah… wait, hold on." I finally realized what he was getting at. But, no. that isn't possible in any way.
"Too late. Hang on" He yelled starting to hit everything on the console seemingly at once.
The whole room began to shake, shifting from side to side. Suddenly, it felt like something hit the side of the room and sent us flying. Though I think that we are already flying.
"Oh crap. It's following us." The Doctor said to himself.
"Following us where? How are we moving?"
"DOCTOR! YOU CAN'T RUN!"