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Suddenly, the TARDIS materializes… only not gracefully. Instead, it appears and slams into the wall, destroying the multi-dextrous claw.
Castavillian was feeling a lot of emotions. First, in awe that someone bypassed the security checkpoint with a TARDIS. Second, he was in shock that it just happened instantaneously. Three, he’s now scared for his own life because the multi-dextrous claw capable of annihilating millions is destroyed and he will be suspected of treason in case the TARDIS and its pilot will immediately leave.
The TARDIS’s doors opened as a man with floppy hair and wearing a bowtie with a tweed jacket looked out in confusion, but always with a smile.
“Hello! I’m the Doctor! Sorry for the crash landing, TARDIS is acting up, too much energy residual coming and going, will need to make her stay in maintenance for that.” He said, with a smile as he walked out, examining the room before noticing the broken-off multi-dextrous claw.
“Oh…” The Doctor said, concern overlooking his face.
Castavillian tried to say something, but the Doctor simply talked over him. “Sorry about that… This is a multi-adaptable claw, I’m so sorry… But this is easily fixable, with some baking soda, vinegar, wait no, that’s a recipe for disaster actually, ignore that. But if this is a multi-claw adaptable, then…“
He looks up to see the new prototype. His look went to worry and concern immediately.
“Oh that’s not good… Very not good, why is it here? Deactivated of all things,” The Doctor said, pulling out some sort of tiny cylindrical device that glowed yellow and emitted some sort of sonic frequency. He looks back at his device.
“This is too early… what is this?” The Doctor asked himself…
“Sorry, what do you mean by that? And what is that?” Castavillian said, confused by the Doctor’s behavior with the prototype and confused with the seemingly magic wand the Doctor has in his possession.
“Sonic screwdriver. But never mind that. This is more important than that… Do you not recognize it? This one is capable of destroying your civilization… Dangerous, filled with hate, lusted after death and destruction! It only exists to exterminate…” The Doctor said, his tone concerned… and switched to confused: “And you don’t know what I’m saying, why?”
“I don’t understand.” The assistant tried to say, but the Doctor was not having it.
“No, tell me. What is this? Where am I?” He said.
“Skaro, you’re in Skaro.” Castavillian answers.
The Doctor gaped at him. “Skaro? SKARO?! No, that means… this is the genesis of the Daleks! Where it all begins with the prototype- Oh!” He clutched one side of his chest… and proceeded to hold the other side. “Oh, my hearts. I might be the first one to have multiple heart attacks in a row. No, wait that was actually someone else-”
He began to ramble, something about a lord and time having a heart affair, but Castavillian ignored the Doctor’s ramblings, quickly getting out his tablet. “Dalek sounds like a good name! What was the other verb you used?”
“Exterminate.” The Doctor said, absentmindedly, and proceeded to continue with his ramblings until he stopped… looking back slowly at Castavillian.
“This is great stuff! I’ll be sure to credit you, Mr. Doctor!” Castavillian said as the Doctor looked at him in horror.
“No, you can’t!” cried the Doctor. “Stop it! Don’t put my name in the information! I was never here. Never ever here!”
To no prevail, Castavillian continues to write the documentation, intended to credit the Doctor… only to realize something.
“Hang on… if you’re a doctor… Doctor Who?” Castavillian asked.
“You know I would be a bit happy if this was an entirely different scenario, like the time I invented the banana daiquiri early… But never mind that, listen to me and actually properly listen to me!” The Doctor declared.
Castavillian paused his writings and looked at the Doctor.
“I was never here. You take all the credit with the naming and the function of the Daleks, I don’t care what credit you take, just leave me out of it!” The Doctor said as he turned around, about to return to the TARDIS.
“But you can’t leave just yet!” Castavillian said.
“Why not? I can leave whenever I want!” The Doctor said, turning back to him.
“You broke the multi-adaptable… thingamajig!”
“Who cares?”
“I do! Now. Listen to me now. If you leave now, I will credit you on EVERYTHING. The name, the function, and everything.” Castavillian said as the Doctor’s look shifted into horror.
“I- You- We” The Doctor tried to say but Castavillian wasn’t finished.
“However, if you were to procure some sort of replacement then MAYBE I will leave out a few things!” Castavillian said.
The Doctor stands there for a minute, before running into the TARDIS momentarily. He later comes out with a… suction device on a stick before throwing it to Castavillian who caught it half-haphazardly.
“There you go, replacement thingamajig, all for you!” The Doctor said.
“What?! But-” Castavillian tried to say before the Doctor went to him, cupped his face, and kissed his forehead.
“Yes, yes, yes, I know, Beautiful addition, fantastic repair. I know, Doctor, simply amazing.” The Doctor said before pulling away and leaving into the TARDIS.
“Wait, but-” Castavillian tried to say before the Doctor popped his head from the TARDIS and put his finger on his lips.
“Hush now, never here… Or else..” The Doctor said with a dark smile. Before momentarily disappearing into the TARDIS.
Castavillian gaped as he saw the blue police box simply just disappear with a wheezing sound…
He looks at the spot where the box last appeared, looks back at the prototype, and hears Davros about to enter the room. He only has so much time before making his plan which he hoped will not be the death of him…
Damn that Doctor.