Author Note:

1.) When it comes to the Doctor Who side of this crossover, expect me to use TV and EU material.

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Episode 1

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Corpse Party: Blood Covered OST - Chapter 1's Main Theme (Extended)

It was 1983.

For John Winchester, it was the year that also became the start of a nightmare. Having lost his wife and seeing her burn on the ceiling, he set out to find the monster who was responsible. He became a hunter, someone who hunts monsters, who hunts the hidden evils of the world that most people had no idea of. It was a few months after losing Mary, John was driving the Impala out somewhere in the forests of Oregon. He left his kids with a friend while he was currently dealing with a specific case that involved some people disappearing, and never coming back. The local law enforcement tried their best to search for them, but all they found were dust and ashes. No clothing, no bodies, no nothing. Just dust and ashes. Nothing could be verified about them. The same could be said for the surrounding areas where only piles of ashes were seen, no trees or plants left. John, posing as a federal agent, had examined the bodies for himself. But he found nothing.

Now, he was just driving at the last known location where a couple had disappeared. He was planning on retracing his steps at this point. He stopped the car somewhere on the side. Out he came, determined like the soldier he once was. He would take something from the Impala's trunk. Multiple items and weapons designed against the supernatural were seen on the trunk. John would grab a shotgun filled with iron rounds and a gun with silver bullets.

John had adapted to the hunter life rather easily. It was probably because he had once been a soldier that he learned to adapt. Now, one had seen plenty of messed up stuff in Vietnam. People kill each other for ideological and political reasons. John considered that war to be a grim reminder of how even if the world were devoid of all monsters, some humans would take that place in a heartbeat. There was just no glory or honor in war, just people ending up dead.

Even now, he can still hear the banging sounds of various rifles and explosives. He can still feel the dirt on his face, trying to move away from the gunfire from enemy soldiers. He can still hear shouts of a language that was not his own. He never really talked about these experiences to most people... Well, except for his wife...

John was now somewhere in the forest, somewhere south, quietly assessing every direction. He aims his shotgun with the eye of a tiger. He breathes heavily while releasing his breath which invokes a focused and driven-minded soul. He walks for several meters. An hour passes. Nothing happens.

John would be near a stream of water flowing by. A river of some kind that flows up north. Still not a trace, not a mark, not a sign. But...

"...!"

He could hear footsteps. They were a little louder than his. The sound that it makes would indicate that whatever it is coming from, it looks like it is running. He turns to the right and spots something moving behind the bushes. As quick as the sound goes, he could hear something. A breath. A ruffle kind of sound that looked like it was struggling to speak. Was it the monster? John did not know, but he had to be careful either way. If he's wrong, he does not want to accidentally shoot an innocent bystander who just so happens to be passing by. If he's right... well, that's where things usually get messy, and is yet another round of how he can survive and kill the monster that is right in front of him.

But...

"Woh!"

What came out from the bushes was far from a mere monster. No, if anything, it was someone who look like he had been running for a while and he was a damn mess, at least according to John. He was lying on the ground and having to breathe a heavy sigh. John took a moment to assess this stranger.

He wore a greyer, dark blue frock coat, white dress shirt with a wingtop collar, loden brown high-waist trousers, a double-breasted bronze waistcoat of silver paisley-brocade with 10 brass buttons, and a golden fob watch. They were a little messier as if they'd been through a scuffle.

"Well... This may turn out a lot harder than I thought it would," the stranger would say.

John, not taking a chance, as he knew of monsters that looked human, would take a few steps back, quietly aiming his gun at the stranger. The stranger would still try to breathe heavily, trying to gasp air as he would begin to look at the lake nearby.

"Oh good, something to drink at least," the stranger, with not a care in the world, would put his hands on the water and scoop it up to his mouth. Well, he was thirsty after all of that running and needed some fresh water. He sighed a little. He could finally take a moment of breather and assess the situation of what just happened. But then...

...The stranger was now starting to notice that he wasn't alone. He looks to his left and sees someone who would now ready his shotgun and aim at him. The stranger took a good look at the man who was aiming at him, assessing him from head to toe. For John, there was something that made him feel a little chill running down his spine. He did not know why. But it had something to do with the man's eyes. Icy blue eyes. On the surface, they didn't mean much, and it looked as much as the eyes of anyone else. But for John, he did not know why, but the moment the stranger started looking at him, John could tell that something wasn't right.

Old, John thought. No, not old, ancient. A few thoughts would come to his mind and he did not know where he got it. Something wasn't right, he thought as he aimed his shotgun at the stranger.

The stranger, when he gave a good hard look, would look a little surprised. No, John thought. It wasn't just being surprised. It felt like... he recognized him.

"...John," the stranger muttered his name, making John alert as he would aim somewhere where the heart was located. "John Winchester," the stranger would stand up with raised eyebrows.

"Don't move," John growled a little. He did not take his eyes off the stranger for one second. "How the hell did you know who I am?"

Now, there were many theories that John was floating now in his head. He did not know who this person is, but that person knew his name. He even recognized him. The stranger could be some monster that he had yet to encounter. A mind-reading type, one that would know your every thought. Now that isn't very comforting. John would try to block out any important thoughts from his mind in fear of what this stranger was about to do to him.

The stranger in the meantime, instead of looking afraid or troubled, he looked confused. "What? You don't recognize me?"

Now that John had a good look on him, he supposed that this stranger looked like an Englishman. A man who was the tall, dark, and handsome type that women would probably swoon over. The man also had short dark brown hair that accompanied his physique.

"I know a lot of people," John responded. "Have a good memory of them all. But I never met anyone like you."

The stranger, instead of looking afraid, would smile a little. "Well, there are none like me."

John would be a little annoyed while maintaining caution. One of the thoughts that ran through his mind was that the weapon that he is currently holding in his hand would never really do much if at all to the stranger, in which case, he could try for the other weapons and items in his coat, but if that still doesn't work, then he'd try a different way. John Winchester wasn't a man who would ever give up, despite the odds.

"Don't get cocky with me, and I'm asking the questions here."

"Those are iron rounds, yes?" the stranger guessed his ammo correctly, which made John grip his shotgun and narrow his eyes. "Well, if it eases your nerves," the stranger sighs while standing up. He never seems to be afraid of the life-and-death situation that he finds himself in. All he did was try to shake off the dust from his trousers. "It would work on me regardless of what I do. And if you want to know my weak spot, aim for the two sides of my chest, not just one."

John looked bewildered as hell. This man would just blurt out his weakness to him, just like that. Does he know already that he was a hunter? And if so, then why was this man so nonchalant about this situation? Was he also a hunter as well? John doubted it a little because he was never that fortunate to stumble into another hunter at this point. Not to mention the man's eyes. There was something strange about them.

The man would get something from his pocket. It was a metal cylinder type of device, with a red flashing dot on the tip of the center, and it would emit a kind of whirling sound. The device in particular would remind John of all of those sci-fi shows that he used to watch back in the day. What was it? Some probe? What for?

The man was examining the probe and only made a grim expression, muttering. "Of all of the nights encountering you, John Winchester, it just had to be the first time we both meet."

John didn't know what the man was talking about. He still aims his shotgun at the man, even if it seems rather suspicious. "Alright pal, I'm warning you..."

"Alright, alright," the stranger made an exasperated sigh, raising his hands in the air. "The Doctor," he uttered. "My name is the Doctor, and yes, that's my real name and I'm not making it up, and you are John Winchester, and how do I know that? Well, clearly, this wouldn't be the first time we met."

"Like I said before, I don't know you," John growled a little.

"Not yet," the stranger now known as the Doctor would point out with his right index finger raised. "I've met you before, but you haven't met me, hence this is the first time we meet face to face."

"What the hell are you on about?" John didn't know what this man was talking about.

"Look, I'm hunting the same thing that you are hunting, clearly from what I'm guessing. Mysterious disappearances, dust and ashes, no bodies found, no surrounding trees or plants left, local police are stumped and don't know what to do with it. I'm guessing that's what brought you here to Oregon?" the Doctor explained.

Now, John would pay close attention. Needing more information while still maintaining caution, he motioned for the man to continue. "Go on."

"This thing that I'm hunting, it's not something any hunter in this lifetime has ever faced. Those weapons that you carry won't kill it or stop it. All you would do is attract its attention," the Doctor explained.

"What do you know about this thing that's been causing these disappearances?" John asked.

"Knowing you, you would have checked for the dust and ashes on the locations where some of the victims were last seen, correct? Well, unfortunately, those dust and ashes are those who had disappeared," the Doctor explained grimly. "They are the dead bodies."

John suspected as much. It's no wonder nobody ever found the bodies. "What the monster that's causing it?"

"Now here comes to the odd part," the Doctor sighed a little, pinching his eyes a bit. "This creature is not from this world."

John raised his eyebrow at that, looking a little skeptical. "So what? This thing's a demon?" It was the only being that John knew that never belonged in this world. At this point, he knew what killed his wife that night, and he had been hunting the damn thing ever since.

"Oh I wish," the Doctor exasperated a little. "That would have been easier to deal with. This monster... It's something worse."

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Dies irae 『Krieg』

"Rrrrrrr."

"And speak of the devil," the Doctor made an exasperated tone while John turned around. "My kind of devil," the Doctor uttered, narrowing his eyes.

John would look at... Actually, John didn't even know what the hell he was looking at.

It resembled a kind of broad sushi figure. There were afterimage movements that were present throughout its strange body. John noticed that some of the trees were wilting and dying. The sushi-like body would brighten up with rainbow colors, and when John looked at it, he felt a little dizzy. It was taking all that he had not to fall. He bit his mouth a little to keep himself awake.

"...What the hell?" John would draw himself back a few steps, aiming at the creature that was a few thirty or so meters away.

"John, take this!"

John, startled, looked around and saw the Doctor throwing his probe-like device towards him. By instinct, John managed to catch it with his right hand. He noticed that the red dot was flashing a little and a beeping sound would be heard.

"Use my sonic screwdriver to head toward the TARDIS while I distract the XyLop!" the Doctor spoke in a hurry, already moving a few steps forward.

"The Xy-what?" John uttered in confusion.

"Pheew," the Doctor would whistle for the monster that now has its sights on him. He was deliberately drawing the creature's attention. "Over here, you colossal transtemporal fossil, a fresh Time Lord with regeneration energy to boot, come and get me!"

The Doctor would dash and head east while the monster, attracted by the scent of the Doctor, would follow him in due haste, ignoring John who would look at the Doctor in silence. He would see the creature move past the trees which aged to nothing but dust and ashes, widening John's eyes.

Looks like John found the monster causing trouble. As far as he could tell, this thing, whatever it was, was capable of turning plants and trees, humans and animals into dust and ashes. Looking back at the probe device that the Doctor gave him, John would blink a little as some kind of memory map would erupt from his mind. Somehow, he knew where to go. His gut instinct told him to hurry towards the location just as this Doctor was currently distracting whatever that monster was.

With not a second thought, he sprints north and heads towards the location where the probe is leading him.

The Doctor runs.

That would be the summation of his entire life story. Gritting his teeth that held his labored breath, he ran faster. He can run much faster and has much better stamina than the average human. And he was running, every day, every minute, every hour. And now, he was running against the creature that he was trying to find.

Now, the Doctor's mind, even when in danger, would think of the hunter that he had just encountered. John Winchester. The Doctor realized that this was the very first time that John would meet him. For the Doctor, he's met him plenty of times before over the years. John was always a little vague about how he had met him, and now, he was living that particular moment in this history.

This was a lot more troublesome than he would have expected. Out of all of the years that the TARDIS had landed in this universe, it had to be the year 1983, and it was a very significant year for this world. He needed to get this monster to pay close attention to him and not to John. He was too important to history. He knew that the XyLop knew that as well, hence it is why he would draw its attention.

And now, he was running. Without his sonic screwdriver.

Yes, he deliberately gave John the screwdriver that would lead him towards the TARDIS. Not the best introduction, a life and death situation is, but he doesn't have plenty of options to consider. And as much as the Doctor would loathe to make use of it, he knew that there was a particular weapon waiting in the main console of the TARDIS. A gun. He didn't like it. But it is necessary. But he didn't bring it with him right now. He was testing to see if the XyLop could at least be reasoned with a little without the need for such trivialities, as despite everything, it was still a sentient creature with a mind of its own.

Unfortunately, such reasons would be futile, hence the Doctor needing John to fetch the gun.

"First time meeting a Winchester, and you're on the run from a paradox creature that's out for your regeneration energy, oh how swell," the Doctor spoke with an annoyed tone of labored breath.

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OP Song:

Kansas - Carry On Wayward Son (Official Audio)

Incarnation(s)/Regeneration(s) of the Doctor:

The Eighth Doctor - A: Paul McGann

The Winchesters:

John Winchester - A: Jeffrey Dean Morgan