A tall canid-like creature with grey fur, long dark hair, and red scleras woke up in a room wearing a ragged sundress.

Her name was Majora, previously known as a human girl named Heather Campbell.

It has been a day since Majora entered that bizarre-looking Police Box that is bigger on the inside, where she got rescued by that brown-haired kid in that Victorian green suit…What was his name again?

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!*

"I'm coming…" Majora opened the door.

"Morning, Majora! Have you slept well?" the "kid" in the green suit, the renegade Time Lord known as the Doctor spoke.

"Yeah, thanks…" Majora yawned.

"Follow me! I've got a present for you!" the Doctor said.

Majora closed the door and followed the child-looking Time Lord to the console room.

The Doctor then gave the canid girl a wrapped box. "Open it!"

Majora obliged and opened the gift, finding a metal-looking choker.

"A…Choker?" Majora was confused by the Doctor's gift.

"Put it on! Put it on!" the Doctor said, excited.

Majora obliged and the instant she closed the choker, it made a beeping noise for a couple of seconds.

"Good! Now, look at yourself in the mirror!" the Time Lord said, giving her in the mirror.

What she saw in that mirror was both amazing and shocking.

It was her, for starters. But…None of her wolf features were there. No snout, no fur, no wolf ears…Even her eyes were normal!

"What…?" Majora couldn't elaborate properly on what she was seeing.

"It's a modified Perception Filter!" the Doctor explained. "As long as it's activated, everyone will see you as a human, albeit a very tall one."

"Wow…" Majora was amazed. "Thanks, Doctor."

The Doctor sheepishly grinned. "Now then! We have already landed, but first, to the wardrobe!"

"Huh? Why?" Majora asked.

"You don't want to run around in a ragged sundress, do you?" he tilted his head. "Follow me!'

The two arrived in the TARDIS' wardrobe room. It was enormous, full of clothes of different eras, sizes, etc…

"Is there something you like, or do you want me to choose it for you?" the Doctor asked.

"So many clothes…" Majora commented in awe. "I don't know what to choose! Can you help me?"

"Sure thing!" the Doctor said, "Considering the period we landed, I have the perfect clothes for us!"

He quickly ran away and gathered a couple of clothes. "There you go! Go get changed, there's a dressing room over there."

Majora nodded and went to the dressing room.

Minutes later, the Doctor was waiting for her in the console room. His outfit was similar to the previous one, only with more "Christmas-y" colours and the Christmas hat.

"Are you ready there?" He asked.

"Do I…Really have to wear this?" She asked, embarrassed, hiding behind the door.

"Oh, come on! I'm sure you'll look wonderful!" the Doctor smiled.

Majora sighed and entered the console room. She was wearing a red and white Christmas dress and a coat.

"You look great!" the Doctor said. Majora was as red as her dress from the embarrassment, due to both the compliment and the dress.

"Why am I wearing this? It's not Christmas!" She said.

"Because it is! Come on, it's fun! Don't you like it?" the Doctor asked, slightly meekly. "The TARDIS made it for you, it made it knee-length, so you wouldn't be uncomfortable…"

Majora felt bad seeing the "kid" sad. "No, I-I like it, it's just…I'm not that used to wearing these things."

"Fair enough." He said. "I'll give you less conspicuous clothes."

After a while, Majora got changed into something similar, but grey.

"Well then! We can finally go out now!" the Doctor said.

"Are you sure people outside will see me as a human?" Majora asked, nervously glancing at her choker.

"Don't worry! As long as you don't break it or take it off, everyone here will see you as a human!" the Doctor reassured.

"Even you?"

"Oh, no. I know what you really look like, so the filter doesn't affect me." the Doctor said, "Ready?"

Majora took a deep breath. "I'm ready."

The Doctor opened the door of the TARDIS.

Outside, they landed in the middle of a Christmas festival in London, in 2014.

Majora was amazed and confused by the sight of people wandering around and looking at their smartphones, considering she was from 1955.

"Welcome to 2014, Majora!" the Doctor said.

"20…14?!" Majora was shocked. "We…Travelled to the future?!"

"Duh! I told you that!" the Doctor grinned. "Looks like they're having a festival. Let's explore it!"

Majora nodded. "Sure!"

The two explored the festival, with the excitement and amazement of a child. The Doctor ran from side to side to inspect the stalls while Majora kept a low profile, worried about her appearance.

But, as they had fun in the town, the Doctor noticed tons and tons of children trying to get inside with their parents in a toyshop.

"What's in there?" Majora asked, curious.

"I don't know…Looks like that toyshop is selling a lot of toys." the Doctor said, "Let's get closer!"

The two peeked inside from the window. They saw lots of parents buying toys for their children.

"They're buying toys…" Majora commented.

"They're pretty weird though. Too old-fashioned to be popular with children in 2014." the Doctor said. "How about we go inside?"

"Do you want to buy one?" Majora asked. "Have you got any money?"

"Well…I have a trick. Wait here." the Doctor went away towards an ATM and, without getting noticed, used his sonic screwdriver to hack it and take a fair amount of money.

"I'm back!" the Doctor said, holding many Pound banknotes in his hands.

"Where did you get those banknotes?" Majora asked, surprised.

"I've got them from an ATM!" the Doctor smiled.

"A what?" Majora tilted her head.

"Oh, right! They didn't exist in the 1950s." the Doctor thought. "Eh, ignore that! Now, let's get in the shop." The child-looking Time Lord handed the disguised hound girl £30.

The two went inside and after a couple of minutes arrived at the desk.

"Welcome to my shop!" The owner said. He was middle-aged and mad-looking. He had wild greying blond hair and blue eyes. He was wearing a white shirt, a brown waistcoat, a red bowtie and a brown apron along with a pair of round glasses. "How can I help you?"

"H-Huh, W-We…" Majora stuttered a lot. After all these years isolated from society, she wasn't comfortable having these conversations. The Doctor noticed that, so he quickly intervened.

"Hey, big sis!" He went full into his child act, clinging to Majora's arm. "You said we were gonna buy that toy, right? Right? Right?"

"Of course! I haven't forgotten about it!" Majora tried to recompose herself.

"Oh! You've brought your brother. Sorry, little one, I haven't noticed you." The owner ruffled the Doctor's hair. "I suppose you two young fellows are here to buy one of the Manny toys, too, yes?"

The Doctor nodded. "Big sis wanted to buy it for me as a Christmas present!"

"Y-Yes…How much is it?" Majora asked.

"Oh, yes! That'd be 15 pounds, madame." The toymaker (no, not that one) said.

Majora handed him the money and the man gave them the toy.

The toy had the shape of a child with dark hair and green eyes, along with wearing a blue suit and a permanent smile on his face.

"Oh, it's like a marionette." the Doctor thought. "Thank you, sir!"

"You're welcome! Merry Christmas!" The toymaker waved the two.

"Phew, thanks for the help, Doctor. You really saved me there," Majora said.

"There's no need!" the Doctor grinned, "You seemed to enjoy my childish act, with me clinging to your arm and calling you big sis…"

"I-I wasn't!" Majora was a blushing mess. "I was…Embarrassed by the situation, that's it!"

The Doctor laughed. "Relax, I'm just teasing you! I don't blame you, I'm adorable!"

Majora blushed profusely.

"Anyway, back to business." the Doctor scanned the toy with his sonic screwdriver. "Hmm…It seems normal. Nothing alien about it."

Majora sniffed the toy like a dog. "It has a weird smell."

"Eh? What kind of smell?"
"I can't describe it…But it doesn't smell like a toy."

"Hmm…Let's head to the TARDIS, I want to check this toy properly." the Doctor said.


In the TARDIS, the Doctor began to break down the toy to find anything suspicious.

"Found any clues, Doctor?" Majora asked.

"Not yet, only wood for now…Aha!" the Doctor found a clue: A red microchip with the letters "CTM" on it.

"What's that red thingy?" Majora observed the microchip with a puzzled look. "CTM…An acronym?"

"It's called a microchip, a small electronic circuit used on toys, but not as vintage as these." the Doctor commented.

"What does it do?" Majora asked.

"I don't know, and that's what worries me."


Meanwhile, the night arrived on Earth. The toymaker was observing a monitor in his workshop, eating an apple.

"Soon it will be Christmas, the game will soon commence. Let's see how you'll manage my game this time…Doctor." He pressed a red button as he maniacally laughed.


Right after in the TARDIS, the microchip started making an annoying beeping sound.

"What's going on?" Majora said.

"I don't know! It got activated all of a sudden!" the Doctor said. He rushed towards the door of the TARDIS to check the situation.

And it was horrifying. Adults were running away while children assaulted them like mindless beasts. Some adults were severely injured, and some even were murdered by their very own offspring.

And this terrible situation wasn't limited to London. In every town in the UK happened the same and in most parts of the world. Ireland, Germany, France, Russia, the US, Japan, India…No one was safe.

"What the…?!" Majora was horrified.

"Oh…Now I think I know what those letters mean." the Doctor had a realisation.

"What? What do they mean?" Majora asked.

"You see, Majora, those letters stand for the name of an old enemy of mine…

The Celestial Toymaker."

-To Be Continued-