Requested by @madib20032

I suppose you still know the... things?

[y/n] = your name
[y/f/n] = your full name
[y/e/c] = your eye colour
[y/h/c] = your hair colour

Enjoy!

PS: CHOOSE YOUR OWN DOCTOR!

GO GO GO

WHOS FIRST ON DIBS IN COMMENTS?
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Normally the Doctor would save you.

He would barge in, whip around that beautiful screwdriver of him, and save the day.

Not this time.

This time you would save him.

• • •

A long time ago, your mother met the Doctor. They had epic adventures, travelling through time and space together.

They went to planets light years away, to the future, to the past...

But one trip to the future went terribly wrong.

They accidentally met you.

But, because you were from the future, you knew things that hadn't happened yet.

You knew.

You knew that one day, the TARDIS would explode.

With your mother and the Doctor in it, leaving you an orphan, back at Earth.

And you were going to stop it.

• • •

Chewing on your piece of gum you strolled down Main Street. You just came home from school, and was now on your way to your foster parents.

You didn't hurry.

You looked around, watching the people rush my from work, the cats roaming around, the dogs barking at said cats, old people hanging around on their scoot-mobiles...

Same old, same old.

Like usual you began wondering about your parents. You knew your dad died in the military a long time ago, just after your birth.

Your mom... That was another story.

Apparently- according to her journal -she met this man, called the Doctor. She was really vague about him, and telling nine different kinds of strange about their travels.

They went to the future? Past? Planets? Space?

Yep, your mom was a nutjob in her last few years... Or not.

If it was real her life would've been pretty awesome.

Her last entry was about that she went to some desert planet, inhabited by Star-Wars like Tusken Raiders. They weren't the same of course, but your mom loved the movies, and apparently this Doctor promised to take her some day.

That was November the 21st. Exactly ten years ago. You were only a child back then.

That day had come, she wrote it in her diary, and after that... she wrote that they were surprisingly hostile, attacking the TARDIS immediately when they arrived. They were stuck, not able to escape. Then they started the real attack.

There were no entries after that.

You suspected she had died.

You looked around, and your [y/h/c] hair whipped in your face from the chill autumn wind. You felt some drops of water fall on your cheeks; it was going to rain.

Digging your hands deeper in your coat, you picked your pace up a notch. You didn't really feel like getting drenched.

The streets quickly became deserted again, all the people, cats and dogs looking for shelter.

All of a sudden you heard a sound screech through the streets.

It sounded like a sort of alarm, wailing, getting louder every second.

Somehow it sounded familiar, like an old lullaby you used to hear a lot when you were younger.

And then it went quiet.

You looked around, your [y/e/c] eyes searching for the source of the noise.

When you saw it, you couldn't believe your eyes. There was a big, blue box, standing in the middle of the street.

It resembled exactly the drawings in your mothers journal.

You didn't move, observing the box, like it was a dream which could be easily shattered. It had started raining harder, and soon you found yourself drenched.

The doors of the box opened- the TARDIS -and two people stepped out.

A man which you didn't recognise, and a woman.

A woman which features resembled the ones of which you looked in the mirror every morning.

The same hair.

The same eyes.

The same as the picture in the frame next to your bed.

"Mom." You breathed.

They were more than a dozen metres away, but your mom looked up. She wrapped her arms around her body, preserving warmth, but when she saw you...

Her eyes grew wide, and she started walking up to you.

The man next to her- the Doctor you supposed -grabbed her arm before she could even advance a single step.

You frowned, he started hissing words to her, frowning, and pointing frantically back to the TARDIS.

Your mom shook herself loose, and gave the Doctor a final angry look before striding up to you.

"You're..." She started, her voice just like yours but a bit lower, "You're [y/n], right?"

You nodded.

This was impossible. She was supposed to be dead.

Exploded, in a million particles on a faraway planet.

And now she was hugging me.

She had her arms wrapped around your body, and your whole body went frigid.

Why. How. Why. How. Why. Howhowhow.

A sudden realisation hit you. You had to stop it.

Stop the trip.

Stop their deaths.

"STOP!" A low voice yelled.

Your mother let go, looking at the man standing in front of you in the rain.

"You." He pointed at your mom. "Get back in the TARDIS."

"No." She answered firmly. "I can't."

"I mean it. There are some things that aren't supposed to happen! This-" he seemed at a loss of words. "This will create a paradox!" He exclaimed, "You know what will happen! What if you meet your future self? Huh?"

"She won't." You said softly.

Both of them turned around, seemingly forgotten that you were also there.

You closed your eyes for a second. "What's the date. The date that you left." You whispered.

Your mother frowned. "November 20th." She said. "Why?"

"You die on the 21st. Both of you." You said.

"How-"

You pulled out her journal, "Because this told me."

Your mother became wide-eyed in recognition, and the Doctor next to her as well.

"We-" she swallowed, "we die?" She said unbelievably, after flipping through the journal, "And I leave you behind?"

"Yeah." You croak.

Your mother crossed her arms. "I would never. I'll not go anywhere tomorrow."

With that said, suddenly a whirlwind enveloped everything, turning everything in an endless black.

• • •

Chewing on your piece of gum you strolled down Main Street, your moms arm hooked in yours. You just came back home from school, and your mom randomly decided to go shopping with you. You were fine with it, not minding an afternoon without homework.

You looked around, watching the people rush my from work, the cats roaming around, the dogs barking at said cats, old people hanging around on their scoot-mobiles...

Same old, same old.

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Tried something else!

Like it? Hate it? Burn it? Frame it?

(Probably burn it, then punch it, then throw it off a cliff. Then bury it. After burning it again.)