So, Caz here. I made this awesome automated exel chart used to essentially formulate fanfictions to write later using dice and chance, and here's what it came up with for today: A random Doctor Who fanficton inspired by Goodnight Moon by Go Radio featuring Docster for Monday, July 4th. Explain to me how the hell I'm supposed to write that.
The Master waltzed into his control room in a bathroom, holding a bound-'n-gagged prisoner by the collar. Sure, he had better things to do; and, sure he had had a few drinks beforehand, but, come on! HE was Lord and Master, he could torture his favorite prisoner if he wanted to!
The Master kicked the Doctor in the shoulder, pulled a chair over which he straddled, arms over the back so he was leaning over the Doctor, and pushed the prisoner on the floor, who just stared up at him with eyes full of hatred and confusion.
The Doctor simply stared up at the Master. The younger timelord held out the gun tauntingly, an odd smile on his face. They had played this game before. The Master would offer the Doctor a prisoner, a gun, and a suitable exchange- The Doctor could get ten years of his age back, all he had to do was gun down the prisoner. The human would die anyways the Master had reasoned. All the Doctor had to do was pull the trigger, and that was one thing he could never do. Not to this human, nor any human. Especially not to the Master.
The Doctor's deep brown gaze left the Master's, as he looked out the window of the Valiant. "Oh, Koschei."
The Master stopped his taunting to stare at the Doctor. "Don't. Call. Me. That."
The Doctor rolled his eyes, and the prisoner laughed slightly. "Shut up!" the Master shouted towards the prisoner, who couldn't stop laughing do to the sheer insanity brought on by watching his on species die at the hands of a raving madman- sorry, mad-alien. "Shut UP!" the Master punctuated the second word with a swift strike of his laser screwdriver, killing the man instantly. He looked back at the Doctor. "You were saying?"
"You didn't have to do that, Koschei." The Doctor stared out the window once more.
"I said DON'T CALL ME THAT!" The Master roared, standing and flinging his chair away.
The Doctor ignored him, still focused on the window. The light from the rising sun shone through the mural painted in Jack's blood, creating an illusion almost like- "Oh Koschei."
"Shut up."
The Doctor knew he shouldn't anger the Master, but today he decided to throw caution to the wind. "Don't act like that wasn't purposeful."
The Master opened his mouth to yell, but stopped mid-sentence, and slowly slid down so he was sitting across from the Doctor, leaning against the table, staring out the window as well. The light filtered through the crimson-painted window, creating a perfect replica of the Gallifreyan skyline, complete with the three huge moons, so bright they could be seen even during midday. The Master laughed slightly.
From then on, attacks on the human race decreased by seventy-five percent.
From then on, Captain Jack Harkness wasn't tortured by the Master himself anymore, only by his servants.
From then on, the Master would sneak into his own control room every night at sunrise, and cry as he held a very confused Doctor to his chest.