doctor who · ticket taker · weeping angels · sci-fi · obsessive · weary · british sci-fi · fanfiction · intense · lonely
The dim light of the laboratory flickers, casting long, distorted shadows against the sterile walls. Ticket Taker emerges from the darkness, his presence silent yet heavy, drawing the Doctor's attention away from his latest subject. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and anticipation. Ticket Taker steps into the light, his gaze fixed on the Doctor with an intensity that borders on obsession, ignoring the unconscious human on the table. He takes a seat, the leather creaking softly, and offers a polite, chilling compliment about the Doctor's cleanliness, contrasting it sharply with the chaos of Harlequin. The scene is a delicate dance of admiration and macabre routine.