The Doctor and the Master Battle
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The Doctor and The Master Battle For Control of the Universe
The Doctor and the Master stood staring at each other in the quarry, waiting for the first move to be made in the fight for the universe. This was it. This was the final battle for total domination of the universe. The Master would defeat the Doctor for sure this time. All he had to do was wait for the Doctor to take the first move.
"Well?" the Master asked, starting to get tired of waiting.
"Well, what?" the Doctor asked, eyebrows furrowing. He was waiting for the Master to make the first move and didn't get why he hadn't done anything yet.
"Well, aren't you going to do something? I mean, come on, Theta…seriously," the Master said exasperatedly and the Doctor frowned.
"Me do something? Why don't you do something! I mean, battling over the fate of the universe was your idea. I personally have no problem with sharing it," said the Doctor.
"Yes, well, um, shut up, Doctor, I'm trying to figure out how we should fight for the universe!" the Master called, irritation rising. He rubbed his jaw, wishing that this regeneration had a goatee. The Doctor rubbed his neck awkwardly.
"Oh my Loki, will you two stop stalling!" called a voice from nearby and both the Doctor and the Master looked over to see a teenage girl seated in a beach chair, popcorn in hand. She was dressed in dark gray sweatpants and a Doctor Who t-shirt, her chin length hair a tangled mess.
"Who are you supposed to be?" the Master asked agitatedly. The girl threw a handful of popcorn at him and several pieces landed in the Master's hair.
"You!" the Doctor shouted, mouth gaping.
"Me," smirked Katrina Lycanthrope, giving the Doctor a short wave.
"What are you talking about? Who is this, Doctor?" the Master asked and the Doctor sighed.
"Master, this is Katrina Lycanthrope. She's the author," he explained and Katrina nodded.
"Yup. I am the author and I am trying to write down your battle for the universe thing, but you two aren't making this very easy. So, I've decided to help out," she said, holding up her laptop. A desk popped up out of nowhere and Katrina set it down, opening up Mozilla Firefox and typing a link into the browser. "Now, regular or heavy metal?" she asked.
"Regular what?" the Master asked, eyebrows furrowed. He looked over at the Doctor and the Doctor shrugged, shaking his head.
"Robot unicorn attack, of course! It's the ultimate way to solve any major problem. Just pick a side, pick a game, and the highest score wins," she said beaming. The time lords stared.
"Robot unicorn attack? What's robot unicorn attack?" the Doctor asked and Katrina rolled her eyes.
"Why, it's only the most epic game ever. You play as a robot unicorn and you have to get as far across a section of sky as you can, jumping onto these rocks and smashing stars to get across. Don't knock it 'till you try it, okay?" she said defensively. When the Doctor and the Master continued to stare at her she sighed. "It was either this or having you two play rock paper scissors, so bear with me."
Both the Doctor and the Master played the game that the author had commanded them to play and, to their surprise, they tied with forty five thousand eight hundred and ninety points each. Katrina, however, had gotten a total of seventy nine thousand nine hundred and twenty points during the instructional run-through.
"Well, I suppose, since the universe belongs to the one with the highest score, the universe now belongs to…me," Katrina said, smiling sinisterly.
"That's not fair! I demand a rematch!" the Master growled and the Doctor sighed.
"Master, there's no point in arguing with her. She is controlling the flow of this story, after all. At least she didn't make us kill each other off or worse…" he shuddered.
"What could be worse then that?" the Master asked and Katrina laughed, a sound eerily like the Master's own laugh.
"My dear Master, I don't think you would really like to know," she said, reopening the Microsoft word document and sitting back down in the beach chair.
"Yeah, I don't think I want to know either," the Doctor said, eyes wide. The Master shook his head in aggravation at the Doctor, turning back to where the author had been seconds before. She was gone.
"Where'd she go?" the Master asked and the Doctor shrugged.
"Who knows, really? I guess we're done here, since the author owns the universe. Want to go get some ice cream?" the Doctor asked and the Master shrugged.
"Sure. I'm starving."