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// Comically Insane 
// Story: Dimensionally Transcendental 
// by thattardisdude 
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          In my sleep I heard the theme to end all themes, the opener for Doctor Who. In my sleep, I imagined I was the Doctor, fighting aliens in my spaceship. I was about to set up peace negotiations with the Zoflex and the Vendraw when I realized that the theme was still playing. That wasn't imaginary- that was my alarm clock. My dream became dust and withered away as I shot up in my bed, slamming my hand where my clock wound be. Sadly, there was no clock to cushion the downward force, so I slammed a wooden end table instead. Withering in pain, I cursed myself for not paying attention. I wasn't even at my house! I was at a hotel in San Diego! It flashed in my head what day it was, and I bolted to my suitcase and grabbed some toiletries. Then, I rushed to the bed adjacent to mine and whispered "Don't blink" to my roommate. Oh, right, I need to explain. My roommates name is Jones, and he's also a Whovian. My name is Jackson. Now, with that out of the way, let's continue. When I whispered that to him, his hand went straight to the sonic screwdriver beside his bed, turned it on, and he started waving it like a madman, trying to find the invisible threat. 
When he saw me, he sighed at his stupidity. He rubbed his eyes, before widening them. He looked at me slowly, then to the window. I knew what was gong through his mind. Then he yelled (but not too loudly as to wake the neighbors) "COMIC CON!" With that, I went and took a shower and did other bodily needs. The entire time I thought about what he and I were doing this year. I was going to be the first Doctor and he was going to be the TARDIS. Oh, this was going to be brilliant! I rushed out of the bathroom and he rushed in. I started getting my stuff on- a simple frock coat, a tie, some checkered pants, a wig, etc. I was going as William Hartnell, so, you know, the works. When I finished, Jones was almost done putting on his box. It was made of some soft fabric hanging off of a hat that was made to look like the roof of the TARDIS. That way, it was easy to take off, and wasn't too hot. Underneath the fabric, he wore a partial 2nd Skin... Thing... That looked like the center console. When he was prepared we went on our merry way. 
"You ready?" Jones asked me. I looked at him, doing an imitation of Matt Smith being serious. 
"Yes."
FOUR HOURS LATER

We were having the times of our lives. All we needed to make it perfect were some merchandise. So, we rushed around looking for some. Eventually we found the jackpot. It was a case. Inside were a vast majority of stuff used on Doctor Who, like all the sonic screwdrivers, canes, scarfs, hats, etc. It was the jackpot. The case was large, obviously, but reasonably small. It was perfect. I looked to the vendor, who looked relatively normal. I asked " How much?" And his reply shocked me. 
"Eh, usually 250, but since you look like a couple of hardcores, I'll make it $75." Needless to say, I bought it. I put my hand on the handle to pick it up, but it burned. I tried to move my hand off, but it stuck. It hurt like hell.
"Dude, help me!" I said, almost in tears because of the pain, to Jones. He panicked and grabbed my arm. Suddenly, he felt wooden. His grip caused him to be stuck too, as he couldn't move. I felt myself aging, and I screamed as both Jones and I were sucked into the case, and the case was sucked into itself. All I could see was white.

"Ugh..." I groaned as I scratched my head. Then I stopped. That wasn't my voice. I spoke again. "Hello?" HOLY CRAP THATS WILLIAM HARTNELL! I thought in my head. I looked around to greet him, but I stopped. William's dead. And I'm in the TARDIS. I mean, it's not hard to see it, considering the walls are lime and there are roundels, and there's a giant console in the center. I slowly stood up and looked around. "Jones!" I yelled, upon noticing his absence. No response. "JONES!" I yelled louder, hurting my throat. Suddenly, everything turned on. I looked at the power button, and saw he wasn't there. No one was. Wait. I don't know where the power button is! But then again, it's right there. And there's the coordinate buttons, the blue boringers, and the monitor. I was getting creeped out. I yelled again. "JOOOHHHNNNSSS!!!", and the monitor turned on. I walked over, and saw text.

[OS BOOTING UP] it said. I waited patiently, and some more text appeared. "[HELLO? ANYONE THERE? JACK?]" I scratched my head. How did the TARDIS know my name? And why is it questioning if people are here? I was about to talk back when new text appeared. "[JACK! I SEE YOU! WHY ARE YOU LOOKING AT THE MONI-]" it said, stopping halfway through the text. 
"Bud? Where are ya?" I asked. 
"[LOOK OUTSIDE]" he said. So, I turned around and unlocked the door (don't ask me how, I just know). I froze in place when I saw the outside. It was... A cartoon? I stepped out further before I remembered something similar looking. Some dumb cartoon about ponies. Called "My Miniature Horsies" or something like that. In fact, I saw some in the distance. I laughed. This was all just a prank. In fact, I bet the TARDIS is half baked. I turned around and it was... Smaller on the outside? Must be a optical illusion. I walked around it, checking for anything that would make it a hoax. I-t was actually bigger on the inside... It was...

DIMENSIONALLY TRANSCEDENTAL