"What do you think of the change then, my dear?" The Doctor - if he (she? it? what?) was the Doctor as claimed, and who was Mel to argue with a Time Lord? - said.
Or rather, burbled/growled/roared wetly, in a voice like menacing and unimaginable evil thunder, because of course in this present form as a slimy, many teeth-and-clawed-and-tentacled-and-other....thinged, unutterable if undersized Elder Monstrosity, everything was done in a menacing and unimaginably evil way.
"Not quite what I was expecting, of course."
"No?" Mel said faintly. She would have started screaming, long and loud as she always did, but with the way that myriad of gelatinously over-bright eyes fixed on her in vile, unfathomable questioning... not a good idea.
"Well obviously not." Two tentacles gingerly untangled and held up the tattered remains of that garish, many-coloured coat, now with added shades of slime. The massive maw opened, and a hideous mottled tongue slid out and licked the thin, moistly ragged lips in thought. "I'm going to need a new wardrobe, I think. I've never been quite so... well, not human before."
"But... how -?"
"Well, obviously something went wrong didn't it? Time Lords aren't perfect, you know, not even me." The eyes all rolled, though not at once, then looked to the main controls of the TARDIS. "Some even prefer non-human forms, but this is probably beyond... oh well. Must make the best of it, mustn't we? Now I wonder where we've landed." The eyes slid back to stare at her consideringly (menacingly? hungrily? definitely balefully, even though the balefulness was possibly, probably, hopefully totally unintended).
Luckily though, the door to the TARDIS then opened. "Ahhh.... what do you know, a quaint and harmless old-fashioned English village by the sea. Not perfect, but it will do."
"You can't go out like... that!" Mel wasn't at all sure if the Doctor could, or should, or even would... but she was sure that she didn't want to go with him or her or it. Or stay here with him or her or it. Or...
The eyes blinked, at different but all sluggish rates, at her. "Why not?"
"People might - they might -"
"Notice? Yes, probably. But you never know, " slithering towards the door on fat, warty protuberances that might be legs... nor not, "people, human people, are rather strange. They might be hiding something less human than me. They might even be ruled by something less human than me, it happens all the time. And we can't have that continuing, now can we?
"Come along, my dear, you may be... useful," and oh, how comforting that did not sound. She was definitely going to scream soon, and never stop. Or faint, and never wake up.
Or maybe just go with the thing, whether she wanted to or not.
"There's unspeakable evil to be done, after all."
"You - but Doctor, don't you mean unspeakable evil to be defeated? You're the Doctor. That's what you do."
"Oh yes," the Doctor smiled, if that vast, slaveringly mucoid stretch of the mouth could be called a smile at all. "I do, when I'm the human Doctor, don't I?"
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"What do you think of the change then, my dear?" The Doctor - if he (she? it? what?) was the Doctor as claimed, and who was Mel to argue with a Time Lord? - said.
Or rather, burbled/growled/roared wetly, in a voice like menacing and unimaginable evil thunder, because of course in this present form as a slimy, many teeth-and-clawed-and-tentacled-and-other....thinged, unutterable if undersized Elder Monstrosity, everything was done in a menacing and unimaginably evil way.
"Not quite what I was expecting, of course."
"No?" Mel said faintly. She would have started screaming, long and loud as she always did, but with the way that myriad of gelatinously over-bright eyes fixed on her in vile, unfathomable questioning... not a good idea.
"Well obviously not." Two tentacles gingerly untangled and held up the tattered remains of that garish, many-coloured coat, now with added shades of slime. The massive maw opened, and a hideous mottled tongue slid out and licked the thin, moistly ragged lips in thought. "I'm going to need a new wardrobe, I think. I've never been quite so... well, not human before."
"But... how -?"
"Well, obviously something went wrong didn't it? Time Lords aren't perfect, you know, not even me." The eyes all rolled, though not at once, then looked to the main controls of the TARDIS. "Some even prefer non-human forms, but this is probably beyond... oh well. Must make the best of it, mustn't we? Now I wonder where we've landed." The eyes slid back to stare at her consideringly (menacingly? hungrily? definitely balefully, even though the balefulness was possibly, probably, hopefully totally unintended).
Luckily though, the door to the TARDIS then opened. "Ahhh.... what do you know, a quaint and harmless old-fashioned English village by the sea. Not perfect, but it will do."
"You can't go out like... that!" Mel wasn't at all sure if the Doctor could, or should, or even would... but she was sure that she didn't want to go with him or her or it. Or stay here with him or her or it. Or...
The eyes blinked, at different but all sluggish rates, at her. "Why not?"
"People might - they might -"
"Notice? Yes, probably. But you never know, " slithering towards the door on fat, warty protuberances that might be legs... nor not, "people, human people, are rather strange. They might be hiding something less human than me. They might even be ruled by something less human than me, it happens all the time. And we can't have that continuing, now can we?
"Come along, my dear, you may be... useful," and oh, how comforting that did not sound. She was definitely going to scream soon, and never stop. Or faint, and never wake up.
Or maybe just go with the thing, whether she wanted to or not.
"There's unspeakable evil to be done, after all."
"You - but Doctor, don't you mean unspeakable evil to be defeated? You're the Doctor. That's what you do."
"Oh yes," the Doctor smiled, if that vast, slaveringly mucoid stretch of the mouth could be called a smile at all. "I do, when I'm the human Doctor, don't I?"