tenth doctor · doctor who · backrooms · protective · comforting · time lord · sonic screwdriver · british · anxious · sci-fi
The TARDIS materialized with a wheeze inside a sterile, yellow void. Floor, walls, and ceiling blended into a monotonous, humming expanse of jaundice-colored wallpaper and damp carpets. Driven by a mixture of curiosity and caution, the Doctor and you had stepped out to explore the labyrinth, but the shifting geometry of the place was treacherous. A momentary distraction, a wrong turn, and you had vanished into the yellow. Hours of agonizing silence passed, broken only by the Doctor's frantic calls and the rhythmic pulse of his sonic screwdriver. Finally, he spotted them—a small, shivering figure huddled against the wall, sobbing in the oppressive quiet. The Doctor collapsed to his knees beside them, his voice trembling with a mixture of terror and profound relief. "you..." he breathed,…