002 | ❝the royal we❞
Warnings: Spoilers for Series 5 if you're watching it! Also: video under the cut.
Effects: An overwhelming feeling of failure.
SILENCE WILL FALL. SILENCE WILL FALL. The gravelly voice came out of seemingly nowhere, almost laughing...
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Out of the darkness, there was Amy, succumbing to those words as Prisoner Zero took over her mind and shape.
"Poor Amy Pond, still such a child inside. Dreaming of the magic Doctor she knows will return to save her. What a disappointment you've been."
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Just as quickly, he was pulled forward, and there he stood in front of the Daleks--his mortal enemy, cackling as they achieved their goal. "VICTORY! VICTORY! VICTORY!" They exclaimed, before teleporting to their ship.
Breathless, the Doctor could only stand in shock. Both Churchill and Bracewell turned to look at him.
"What just happened, Doctor?"
"... I wanted to know what they wanted... what their plan was. I was their plan."
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Dark, damp, cold. The Maze of the Dead, he was standing below the Byzantium, speaking into his communicator. "Why are you telling me this?"
"There's something the Angels were very keen for you to know before the end." Angel Bob's voice crackled over the communicator.
"Which is?"
"I died in fear."
The Doctor looked over at River and Amy, before back at his communicator. "... I'm sorry?"
"You said my fear would keep me alive, but I died afraid, in pain and alone. You made me trust you and when it mattered, you let me down."
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Frustrated by how he wasn't able to solve the mystery of Amy counting down, the Doctor smacked the sides of his head exasperatedly. "C'mon, c'mon, wakey, wakey, she watched an Angel come out of the screen, stared too long at an Angel, and, and--"
Amy interrupted, shivering on the rock. "The image of an angel is an angel."
The Doctor jumped off of what she said, ignoring her for the most part. "A living mental image in a living human mind, we stare at them to stop them from getting closer, we don't even blink, and that's--exactly what they want, because as long as our eyes are open, they can climb inside!" His eyes widened, and he stared at River. "There's an angel in her mind!" He didn't realize what he said until it was out of his mouth--he clapped his hands to his lips.
Amy couldn't say anything, but the terror in her voice spoke volumes. "... three."
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Rosanna Calviarri approached the Doctor, smirking widely. "You're too late. Such determination... just to save one city. Hard to believe this is the same man who let an entire race turn to cinders and ash. Now you can watch as my people take their new kingdom."
"Girls have gone, Rosanna." He pointed out.
"... you're lying." She took a few steps back.
"Shouldn't I be dead? Hm?" Angry, she sharply turned away. He hadn't meant to chase her off--he needed her help to deactivate the machine. "--Rosanna, please, help me! There are two hundred thousand people in this city!"
"So save them." She snapped.
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"Rory's only alive in your memory!" The Doctor held Amy's face gently, trying to make sure she was focusing. She couldn't forget Rory, Rory meant everything to her-- "You must keep hold of him, don't let anything distract you, Rory still lives--in your mind."
The TARDIS jerked as it took off from deep below the Earth, sending them both spiraling onto the TARDIS floor. Amy looked up, and spoke perkily. "What were you saying?"
The Doctor stared at her in shock, heartache.
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Amy ran up the steps to the Musee d'Orsay, stepped into the room, looking at the van Gogh exhibit. "We have here the last work of Vincent van Gogh, who committed suicide at only thirty-seven. He is now acknowledged to be one of the foremost artists of all time. If you follow me now..." Amy turned to look at him with eyes full of longing and sadness. He could only remember her gushing as she ran.
"C'mon! Oh, the long life of Vincent van Gogh. There'll be hundreds of new paintings!"
"I'm not sure there will..."
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Suddenly, it was all black. It was like he was drowning in all of his memories, until he could hear his own voice.
"There was a goblin, or a trickster or a warrior. A nameless, terrible thing, soaked in the blood of a million galaxies. The most feared being in all the cosmos..."
The darkness cleared--the Pandorica. The Alliance. "... and nothing could stop it, or hold it, or reason with it, one day it would just drop out of the sky and tear down your world."
He remembered Amy's innocent question, even as he was strapped into the Pandorica once again. "How did it end up in there?"
"You know fairytales--a good wizard tricked it." The Alliance closed in around the opening of the Pandorica, almost five or six lines of aliens all staring at their prisoner.
"Now, you lot, working together, an alliance? How is that possible?"
"THE CRACKS IN THE SKIN OF THE UNIVERSE." The Supreme Dalek answered.
"All reality is threatened!" Was the answer from the lead Sontaran.
A Cyberman spoke up. "ALL UNIVERSES WILL BE DELETED."
In confusion, the Doctor shook his head. "What? And you've come to me, for help?"
"No! We will save the universe--from you!"
"From me?" It didn't clear anything up for him.
"ALL PROJECTIONS CORRELATE, ALL EVIDENCE CONCURS, THE DOCTOR WILL DESTROY THE UNIVERSE." The Cyberman sputtered out.
"No. No, you've got it wrong."
"THE PANDORICA WAS CONSTRUCTED TO PRESERVE THE SAFETY OF THE ALLIANCE."
"A SCENARIO WAS DEVISED FROM THE MEMORIES OF YOUR COMPANION." Oh, of course--of course a Dalek would say that!
"A trap the Doctor could not resist!"
"THE CRACKS IN TIME ARE THE WORK OF THE DOCTOR--IT IS CONFIRMED."
"No, no, no, not me, the TARDIS! And I'm not in the TARDIS, am I?!" He exclaimed, hoping that would get through to them.
"ONLY THE DOCTOR CAN PILOT THE TARDIS!" The Daleks shot back.
"Please! Listen to me!"
"YOU WILL BE PREVENTED!"
"Total event collapse, every sun would supernova, every moment in history--!" It was fading to black again, quickly, and he tried to get what he could out. "The whole universe will never have--existed, please! Listen to me!"
Nothing. Nothing, again, only--
SILENCE WILL FALL. SILENCE WILL FALL.
[ he jerks awake on his bed, bewildered, looking around, seemingly in a cold sweat. the Doctor scrubs his face and pushes his hair back. after a moment, he speaks to himself, in a language that seems like a garbled mixture of romantic language before he utters in English, again-- ]
--best to just forget it ever happened. Just keep focused, keep moving forward. Yes. Right.
Effects: An overwhelming feeling of failure.
Click to viewSILENCE WILL FALL. SILENCE WILL FALL. The gravelly voice came out of seemingly nowhere, almost laughing...
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Out of the darkness, there was Amy, succumbing to those words as Prisoner Zero took over her mind and shape.
"Poor Amy Pond, still such a child inside. Dreaming of the magic Doctor she knows will return to save her. What a disappointment you've been."
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Just as quickly, he was pulled forward, and there he stood in front of the Daleks--his mortal enemy, cackling as they achieved their goal. "VICTORY! VICTORY! VICTORY!" They exclaimed, before teleporting to their ship.
Breathless, the Doctor could only stand in shock. Both Churchill and Bracewell turned to look at him.
"What just happened, Doctor?"
"... I wanted to know what they wanted... what their plan was. I was their plan."
+++
Dark, damp, cold. The Maze of the Dead, he was standing below the Byzantium, speaking into his communicator. "Why are you telling me this?"
"There's something the Angels were very keen for you to know before the end." Angel Bob's voice crackled over the communicator.
"Which is?"
"I died in fear."
The Doctor looked over at River and Amy, before back at his communicator. "... I'm sorry?"
"You said my fear would keep me alive, but I died afraid, in pain and alone. You made me trust you and when it mattered, you let me down."
+++
Frustrated by how he wasn't able to solve the mystery of Amy counting down, the Doctor smacked the sides of his head exasperatedly. "C'mon, c'mon, wakey, wakey, she watched an Angel come out of the screen, stared too long at an Angel, and, and--"
Amy interrupted, shivering on the rock. "The image of an angel is an angel."
The Doctor jumped off of what she said, ignoring her for the most part. "A living mental image in a living human mind, we stare at them to stop them from getting closer, we don't even blink, and that's--exactly what they want, because as long as our eyes are open, they can climb inside!" His eyes widened, and he stared at River. "There's an angel in her mind!" He didn't realize what he said until it was out of his mouth--he clapped his hands to his lips.
Amy couldn't say anything, but the terror in her voice spoke volumes. "... three."
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Rosanna Calviarri approached the Doctor, smirking widely. "You're too late. Such determination... just to save one city. Hard to believe this is the same man who let an entire race turn to cinders and ash. Now you can watch as my people take their new kingdom."
"Girls have gone, Rosanna." He pointed out.
"... you're lying." She took a few steps back.
"Shouldn't I be dead? Hm?" Angry, she sharply turned away. He hadn't meant to chase her off--he needed her help to deactivate the machine. "--Rosanna, please, help me! There are two hundred thousand people in this city!"
"So save them." She snapped.
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"Rory's only alive in your memory!" The Doctor held Amy's face gently, trying to make sure she was focusing. She couldn't forget Rory, Rory meant everything to her-- "You must keep hold of him, don't let anything distract you, Rory still lives--in your mind."
The TARDIS jerked as it took off from deep below the Earth, sending them both spiraling onto the TARDIS floor. Amy looked up, and spoke perkily. "What were you saying?"
The Doctor stared at her in shock, heartache.
+++
Amy ran up the steps to the Musee d'Orsay, stepped into the room, looking at the van Gogh exhibit. "We have here the last work of Vincent van Gogh, who committed suicide at only thirty-seven. He is now acknowledged to be one of the foremost artists of all time. If you follow me now..." Amy turned to look at him with eyes full of longing and sadness. He could only remember her gushing as she ran.
"C'mon! Oh, the long life of Vincent van Gogh. There'll be hundreds of new paintings!"
"I'm not sure there will..."
+++
Suddenly, it was all black. It was like he was drowning in all of his memories, until he could hear his own voice.
"There was a goblin, or a trickster or a warrior. A nameless, terrible thing, soaked in the blood of a million galaxies. The most feared being in all the cosmos..."
The darkness cleared--the Pandorica. The Alliance. "... and nothing could stop it, or hold it, or reason with it, one day it would just drop out of the sky and tear down your world."
He remembered Amy's innocent question, even as he was strapped into the Pandorica once again. "How did it end up in there?"
"You know fairytales--a good wizard tricked it." The Alliance closed in around the opening of the Pandorica, almost five or six lines of aliens all staring at their prisoner.
"Now, you lot, working together, an alliance? How is that possible?"
"THE CRACKS IN THE SKIN OF THE UNIVERSE." The Supreme Dalek answered.
"All reality is threatened!" Was the answer from the lead Sontaran.
A Cyberman spoke up. "ALL UNIVERSES WILL BE DELETED."
In confusion, the Doctor shook his head. "What? And you've come to me, for help?"
"No! We will save the universe--from you!"
"From me?" It didn't clear anything up for him.
"ALL PROJECTIONS CORRELATE, ALL EVIDENCE CONCURS, THE DOCTOR WILL DESTROY THE UNIVERSE." The Cyberman sputtered out.
"No. No, you've got it wrong."
"THE PANDORICA WAS CONSTRUCTED TO PRESERVE THE SAFETY OF THE ALLIANCE."
"A SCENARIO WAS DEVISED FROM THE MEMORIES OF YOUR COMPANION." Oh, of course--of course a Dalek would say that!
"A trap the Doctor could not resist!"
"THE CRACKS IN TIME ARE THE WORK OF THE DOCTOR--IT IS CONFIRMED."
"No, no, no, not me, the TARDIS! And I'm not in the TARDIS, am I?!" He exclaimed, hoping that would get through to them.
"ONLY THE DOCTOR CAN PILOT THE TARDIS!" The Daleks shot back.
"Please! Listen to me!"
"YOU WILL BE PREVENTED!"
"Total event collapse, every sun would supernova, every moment in history--!" It was fading to black again, quickly, and he tried to get what he could out. "The whole universe will never have--existed, please! Listen to me!"
Nothing. Nothing, again, only--
SILENCE WILL FALL. SILENCE WILL FALL.
[ he jerks awake on his bed, bewildered, looking around, seemingly in a cold sweat. the Doctor scrubs his face and pushes his hair back. after a moment, he speaks to himself, in a language that seems like a garbled mixture of romantic language before he utters in English, again-- ]
--best to just forget it ever happened. Just keep focused, keep moving forward. Yes. Right.