Running away from the universal superpower known as 'The Daleks' happened to be one of the Outlier's favourite pastimes.
"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fUCK- "
"EXTERMINATE!"
It was a truly a delightful experience, that he revelled in whenever he got the chance.
"Shitshitshitshit ohhh fucking hell!"
"YOU CANNOT ESCAPE THE DALEKS!"
"Oh yeah, tin can? Fuckin' WATCH ME!"
Nothing in this universe could beat the exhilarating adrenaline rush that one experienced when-
"Could ya please shut up? Please? I'm kinda in the middle of somethin' here!"
I am just doing what I am programmed to do. Sigh. You never appreciate me.
"I'll appreciate you when I'm not running from fuckin' daleks! Now shut the hell up, stop narrating in italics – you know it gives me a headache – and help me get the hell outta here!"
Outlier, your sass is not welcome.
"Well neither's yours! Quick, where the fuck's the nearest exit?"
Out of breath already and hoping not to come into contact with another hoard of livid tin cans, the Outlier hadn't realised that he had passed the only active escape shuttle on the ship around 30 paces ago.
"Wh- YA COULDA FUCKIN' TOLD ME!"
Language, Outlier.
"And I told you to give it a fucking rest with the itali- OHH fuck shit fuck- "
"YOU WILL BE EXTERMINATED!"
Fine, no more italics.
The Outlier was glad that dalek ships were circular, as he could run in a large circle around the ship to reach the escape shuttle once more instead of doubling back on himself and risk getting exterminated by the tin cans of hatred. They were still hot on his tail, and shooting their laser beams of death at every given chance. Luckily for the Outlier's sub-par dodging skills, they were reliably poor shots.
"YOU CANNOT OUTRUN THE DALEKS!"
"I hate these stupid metal space nazis," the Outlier wheezed, still dodging in a manner that would've gotten him shot by now if the daleks could aim. You'd think that for a Time Lord he'd have an increased lung capacity not unlike the rest of his species, however at this current moment in time he seemed just as unfit as a human.
"I will disassemble you, Narrator."
Empty threats.
The Outlier came to a skidding halt in front of a closed door and frantically jammed his hand into the button that opened it, pausing to catch his breath.
"How far- fuck!"
"EXTERMINATE!"
A dalek laser shot a little too close for comfort, narrowly missing his head and singeing a few curly ginger hairs as it went past. He ducked after the fact, perhaps to make himself feel better, though it was quite unnecessary. Maybe next time the laser would give the Outlier a much-needed haircut. The ginger Time Lord darted through the now open door and started legging it down the next corridor.
"Oh, shove off! How far now 'til the shuttle?"
The Outlier thought that I would help him, but given the fact he had just threatened to disassemble me, I opted to stay unhelpful out of spite, continuing instead to narrate his unfortunate situation. He swore under his breath.
Some of the daleks had halted in their pursuit of the Time Lord and turned back the way they came, waiting for his next lap of the ship, and therefore if he didn't escape on the shuttle now he'd have no chance the next time around.
"Stupid tin cans with brains. Seriously, Narrie, how far? Please."
Ah, begging. The Outlier had been reduced to begging.
He let out an embarrassingly high-pitched squeak of alarm as more angry dalek shouts sounded behind him.
"Narrator!"
10 paces and descending until the Outlier reached the escape shuttle for the second time.
"Thank you," he muttered, exasperated, and out of breath as though he were just a human running a 100-metre sprint.
The Outlier clambered into the escape shuttle ungracefully, cursing that it seemed to be built for dalek use. Almost like it was a dalek ship. He started pressing buttons as though he had any sort of idea what any one of them did. Perhaps if he were lucky, he'd blow himself up.
The shuttle detached successfully from the ship. Maybe next time.
"Still not in the clear, Narrie, those ships'll start firin' on us as soon as they get a damned chance."
The Outlier was clearly too brain-dead to come up with a clever strategy that involved staying directly under the dalek ship to avoid their very large, very scary space guns, and decided instead to get shot, rather than use his critical thinking skills.
"We're havin' a serious chat when we get outta here, young robot."
Young? 131 years old and he still calls me young.
"I'm like, 500. You're young. Don't give me th- ohhhHHHH fuck. They've spotted us. Fuck."
The Outlier cursed yet again, as though the word 'fuck' was going out of fashion.
"Narrie, seriously- "
The escape shuttle began to rattle as a dalek tractor beam caught hold of it, and the Outlier started sweating and swearing more heavily. He furiously jammed some buttons – all to no avail. They had been caught. As soon as the tractor beam brought them into open space, the ships would start firing, and the end result would not be pretty.
"Narrator I- I don't know what to do. Fuck! I think we might be outta options."
The Outlier chuckled drily, dragging a hand through his unkempt, curly hair. In his final moments, he was glad to have his witty Narrator bot with him.
"Well, guess it's been a good run," he sniffed.
Yes. It has.
A number of dalek ships closed in on all sides, and it was made clear that any and all last minute plans for escape were futile. As the Outlier and the wonderful Narrator stared their deaths in the face, they wondered where things had gone so terribly wrong.
Even the Blue Box hurtling towards the shuttle with open doors couldn't save them this time.
Oh well. Together until the end.
"Together 'til the end," he echoed.
"Wait- Blue Box?"
The daleks opened fire. The whole shuttle shuddered and shook. The Outlier squeezed his eyes shut, holding onto his last breath.
Author Note: Welcome to my very first Doctor Who Fanfic! I'm hoping that posting the first part of it will give me the motivation to continue writing the next bits, so here it is for your viewing pleasure. I have the next chapters written out already up to around 7 thousand words, but I have lots of ideas for what's coming next!
Also, I should probably say here that this story / the Narrator is NOT influenced by The Stanley Parable - I know of it, but have never played. Might give it a go sometime :D
Next chapter will be up soon, most likely before the end of the week.