|Skull Crusher Mountain
Author: Madame Seabush PM
The Master has randomly kidnapped The Doctor and has him on Skull Crusher Mountain. Song Inspired. Skull Crusher Mountain by Jonathan Coulton. Semi-Crack. AU.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Humor - 10th Doctor & The Master - Chapters: 2 - Words: 873 - Reviews: 9 - Favs: 12 - Follows: 15 - Updated: 02-17-09 - Published: 02-14-09 - id: 4864344
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Author Note; Firstly, yes, I skipped some lyrics - but... if you had suffered the amount of brain damage I did trying to make it work, you'd abandon it, too! Lmao. SO! Onward my valiant steed! LOL, get it? cause...the valiant on the series? and...a steed? as... as in a pony? -.- oh, nevermind.
The Master wet his lips and took a slightly deeper breath in deliberation before speaking,
"I get the feeling you don't like it." He said, sparing the Time Lord a brief glance when he heard the muffled noises he was making behind the tape,
"What's with all the screaming?" Exasperated, he ripped the tape from the Timelords mouth,
only to be met by the Doctors' usual reprimand.
"You can't just start hacking animals to pieces and stitching them back together!"
Boredom etched his features, "Clearly I can."
"It's inhumane!" Distress.
A smug smirk spread across his lips, "Well, it's a good thing I'm not humane then, isn't it Doctor?"
The Doctor opened his mouth to retort but was silenced by the return of his gag.
Silence returned and the absence of the others berating gave him time to reflect as he observed his creation. "You like monkeys… you like ponies." He paused mid-sentence – confidence fading as he considered it, pursing his lips. "...Maybe you don't like monsters so much."
Clicking his tongue, he surveyed the creature in front of him as it gave a screechy whinny, the sound of its hoof (yes, it only had the one) clip clopping on the linoleum. "…maybe I used too many monkeys." He whispered quietly to himself, tilting his head slightly as if trying to get the whole image in.
Dark eyes searched the creature for some sign as to where he had gone wrong but he couldn't say he could see any. The 'monster' was a model of perfection, mostly monkey with just a hint of pony. It could gallop and hang from trees. What was there to hate?
After a good moment of contemplation; he pirouetted to face the Doctor – palms on the desk as he bowed his head down and up to face him to gain his attention. "Isn't it enough to know that I ruined a perfectly healthy pony… making a gift for you?" He inquired, brow raised.
"Really Doctor, sometimes you can be so selfish." He crooned; his features contorting into an exaggerated hurt.