Me and my friend go to Comic Com as the First Doctor and the TARDIS- then timey whimey displacement stuff happens.
So, my name's Jackson. Or, at least it was. Now it's [REDACTED], AKA The Doctor. My best friend, Jones is now a Type 40 Mark 3 TARDIS. An antique. To think, I'm over a thousand years old when a bit ago I was 23, and all of this because of some stupid Doctor Who merch at Comic Con. So, join me as I become the "last" of my race, and on to crazy adventures!
This is a Doctor Who displaced by the way, if you didn't catch that.
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...
I stood there, gawking at the wooden box. I couldn't believe it- the TARDIS was real! I felt myself shaking in excitement. I ran inside, then outside, then inside, then outside over and over again, enjoying how seemless the dimensions were conjoined. I quickly got tired from doing this for what must have been hours and wiped my brow. "I-I need to rest." I said to myself, ignoring William Hartnell out of pure exhaustion. I just sat on the floor, and slept next to the console. I dreamed about Jones and I traveling through time and space.
I woke up to buttons being pressed. I shot up, ready to scold the perpetrator. Instead of some kid, I was met with the face of a horse. A purple one. With wings... And a horn. "H-hi?" I said, uncertain.
"How big is this?" Was what I was given back.
"Infinite, now who are you? Why are you in my ship? How can you speak and have wings and a horn and crap?" as soon as I had said that, the equine's face gained one that was reminiscent of skepticism.
"Infinite? Really? Not even Celestia's magic can do that. And I'm Princess Twilight Sparkle. Also, your door was wide open, so obviously I'd come into a box that's smaller on the outside. And was that a threat?" She said sassily, yet she seemed to be of utmost imtelligence. Obviously, I don't want to be arrested. Yet, I don't like to be called a liar. And "Smaller on the outside."? As if...
"No, your liege." I said. After that, she looked at the monitor, then back at me.
"Now, how is it powered, this machine?" She said, kinder, almost with wonder. Suddenly, I heard the cloister bell sound, and looked to the monitor.
"[I HEARD THAT]" it read. The princess noticed it too, and gained a look of awe.
"It's alive!" She exclaimed. That's when it hit me. If the TARDIS doesn't want to be called a machine, and Jones was communicating through the monitor... And he was wearing a TARDIS costume...
"Jones? A-are the TARDIS?" The cloister bell stopped. I was about to ask again, when my shoes felt weird. I looked down to see some water trickling through the floor. Oh my gosh. It is him! As I was about to speak again, I realized something. If he's the TARDIS... I went wide eyed, and shot past a confused Princess. I checked the wall monitor, which was conveniently off. In the reflective bIack, I saw my face... I was William Hartnell. The pony walked to me.
"S-sir?" Was all she could say before I passed out.
Jackson was a little intrigued. "So THAT'S what a heart attack feels like." he thought. He knew that's what it was: it happened to the Eleventh Doctor to. Anyway, he had more important things to think about. Like how he was in a dead man's body. Literally. Or how he's in a pony world. Even better, how JONES WAS THE TARDIS!!! At that thought, Jack burst forward out of his catatonic state and scared a pony nurse. He winced as he felt a needle hanging off of his arm. His eyes widened and he ripped it out before staring at the nurse. "How much drugs did you use?" He asked, terrified.
"T-that was the first..." she replied. Jack looked around and saw many other ponies staring at him.
"Crap." he thought. He jumped up and started sprinting out the door, only stopping to grasp his clothes. He didn't sprint, per se, but he moved efficiently despite his elderly stature. He had only gotten a few meters away from the hospital when some unicorns started chasing him down. Jack quickly entered the conveniently placed TARDIS and locked the doors. Outside, he heard rapid bucking of the doors, and some sort of wind chime playing. Almost as soon as it started, Jones started flipping around. Jackson held for dear life as the ceiling flooded with pool and water and books. He cursed "himself" for his awkward placement. At times like this, he wondered where that purple unicorn was, or any of his so called "companions." "Wait, is there a Susan here?" he thought counter productively. Anyway, he lost his grip, quickly bellyflopping into his new pool. Then, he threw a book at the blue boringers to right the TARDIS. With that done, he got the hell out of there.
Jackson had been sitting for hours before the monitor adjacent to him blipped into light. "[WHAT DID YOU DO LAST NIGHT, DUDE?]" Jones wrote. Jack could almost feel the annoyance and sleepiness in the text.
"Well, I took you for a spin to get away from some maniacs. They wanted to give me medicine!" He replied.
"[WHATS WRONG WITH THAT?]"
"Timelord biology makes modern medicine akin to poison. How do you not know this?"
"[WELL SORRY IF IM NOT A TIMELORD.]"
"At least you're not an old guy. I wish I became Matt Smith or something."
After saying so, Jack closed his eyes to imagine it. When he opened them, the room had its lime green walls replaced with brass, and the console became that of 7b's. Jack straightened his back and got a better look at the room. It was a mash of both of the Eleventh Doctor's TARDISES.
"[WHAT DID YOU DO?]" Jones asked. Jackson was surprised. The text took a more feminine appearance, and a blue hue. "[HOLY CRAP WHAT DID YOU DO?]"
"I dunno, I just though about being Matt... Smith..." I said, thinking. A lightbulb flashed in my head, and I looked at myself in the brass. Instead of William Hartnell, I was a bow tie-clad time traveler. I was Matt Smith!
