The Master (knockfourtimes) wrote in the_tardis_trap, @ 2013-06-02 01:02:00 |
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Entry tags: | sexy : called_sexy, the master : knockfourtimes |
Who: The Master and Sexy
When: Sunday evening
Where: An old unused part of the TARDIS that the Master has turned into his own.
What: We'll see... It's The Master after all.
Warnings: TBD, probably madness.
The truth was never enough was it? How long had it been since that day? How long had he been trapped on the TARDIS now? The days ticked by, and with each passing minute and each pointless day, memories were dragged out from hiding, and The Masters inner turmoil became expressed physically. His movements, his actions, the way he rambled to himself, tucking himself away in the darkest depths of a familiar 'friend'. Love and loathing, confusion, hatred, angst and terror, fear.... so many emotions and conflicting memories, playing themselves out to the beat of four. Over and over... never ceasing. But, as he asked before, what would he be without that noise? Without those drums?
A figure, clad in nothing but black, moved from one side of the room, back and forth, waiting, nibbling at his nails. He had tried the outside world. Tried it... it felt wrong. He couldn't face it, and so he hid. He stayed out of sight and worked on his creations. The last thing he had created was still running around the TARDIS. Not that anyone had noticed. His strange four legged, insect like robots. Self replicating... it was amazing what wonders could be found on the TARDIS. Wonders he could manipulate and tinker with to create destructive tools. Now they were starting to bore him. He needed something new. An answer to his physical problem perhaps... he was so tired of feeling hungry. He wanted to be himself again. Someone had to have the answer.
Pausing, he leaned against a wall, and tapped on a pipe. That beat of four... that haunting beat that kept him going and broke him down all at once. There would never be peace...