Trapped in a Time Vortex
There once was a man.
A little bit strange and a little bit out there he liked anything colourfully even black was okay if it went well with pink. He wore lab coats and top hats with a twisted bow tie naturally. He was the most oddest Doctor you could ever think off carrying m and m's in his right pocket.
He was a strange man along the time lords while others wore red and steal. He wore white fabric and black top hats walking around on the red sand of Mars. He was known as the Doctor the man of time and space that was his professional.
And, then he came of age where he was told by his own Headmaster.
"You must earn your name," said the elder.
"My name? But whatever do you mean. I have no such thing," said the Doctor.
"Then you must gain the name."
"And, how ever shall I do this?"
"Be creative," he was told.
Be creative he was told, he thought to himself if he wanted that name if he wanted that badge then all he had to do was be creative and think of something new. He could make a ship something blue, something strange and something new, but then he shook his head and went no he's done that and then it dawned on him. Oh, heavens he thought this is why he was told to be creative he was being tracked and being watched from all to see if he earned his name. He was given a title every child is. It's what to be expected, it's what your job was to you in this life time. So, what was his? Why? Be a mad man when it comes to time.
And, so with a skip in his step and a wave to the elder the Doctor ran off down the red sand that covered the ground and off he went and off he bid them fair well coming up with new creative ways. It must be a new way, he thought with a skip a new era he thought with another skip and how ever so delightfully at a whole new way to life.
So, he thought and he thought and he thought. He thought and thought and thought, but nothing new popped into his head, nothing shocking popped into his mind whatever such a dull.
How, dull he thought with a bit of bitterness. How dull, indeed he huffed and huffed as he skipped and skipped wondering what to do and what to create then it occurred to him. What happens if we could get trapped in a whirlpool only not made of water, but made of time.
And, so with his time ray he brought out the old junk that was covered in speaks of gold and red jewels. It was a bit rusty wouldn't do as it was told and wouldn't move as it was, but it was his and so be it was his to keep. For as long as possible, for as long as he needed and so he looked through the little round glass that lead him see through a narrowed tunnel. And as he looked up at the sky he found himself looking at the clouds. He found what he was looking for.
A swirling pool of time and space up so ever high.
Let's tested it he thought with delight and with another skipped in his beat he went to grabbed his ship.
Off he went he thought the ship spinning and spinning before it finally reached through a black hole. Oops, his bad.
He tried to pull back, but the black hole thought otherwise and it pulled him into the hole instead. It swirled and swirled and swirled the sounds of the breaks being left on was heard.
And, he sank like sinking into quick sand he just sank until bam something on the other end caught him and he was shock. Looking at his monitor he found himself caught in between the very thing he saw from a far. A time vortex. He swirled and swirled and swirled feeling younger as he done so, he tried to get into contact with the Time Lords, but was unable to much to his displeased.
He found himself growing younger then older then younger then even more younger before finally his ship was pulled out of the time vortex and he was free.
He landed back on Mars crash landing viciously his door breaking off and he tumble to the ground with a flop returning back to his own age. He was met with the elder who was now young in his twenties standing in front of him with three other Time Lords.
"You've been gone for four years Professor. Do you know?"the elder Time Lord said.
"Three? Why unbelievable it feels as if I was only there for three days."
"Do tell," said the elder.
And, so he talked about his little tripped and the elder was ever such surprise because he let out a laugh picked him up off the ground and named him Shakespeare Paradox.
And, that was how the Doctor earned his name.