THE SCAVENGER HUNT

Chapter Thirty

“Rose, what’s happened to you?” the Doctor said, slowly going backwards towards the door while he kept his eye on her. “What’s been done to you?”

“Nothing’s been done to me, Doctor. I just realized that this whole relationship of ours is somewhat repressed and needs to be taken to a whole new level. You and I need a bit of spice to put the thrill in our relationship.”

“No, what you need is a long, cold shower and a nap to sort you out,” the Doctor said, reaching the door.

He jerked the doorknob and found the door was locked. He tried not to panic as Rose calmly walked towards him.

“Rose, this isn’t funny, let me out now!” he said.

He froze when Rose put her hands on his cheeks.

“Why are you so afraid of me?” she asked sweetly.

“I’m not afraid of you, but you’re not yourself and I need to get you into the med bay so I can find out why,” the Doctor replied.

Rose threw back her head and laughed.

“You can’t escape us, Doctor,” she said.

The Doctor was perplexed.

“Us? You mean you and Donna and Martha?” he said.

“I mean us as in the Cybomatic race,” Rose said.

The Doctor’s eyes widened.

“The robotic species that uses people’s memories and replicates lifelike robots from them?”

“Yes,” the Rose bot said. “We’ve been here for quite some time. You landed several months ago on Cruelkos and we were there. We snuck into your TARDIS when you weren’t looking and hid. There were only five of us at the beginning but four of us tapped into your memories and the memories of your companions and then using those, we bred and replicated ourselves to look like people from your memories and we’ve been lying in wait for you to find us and now you have unwittingly stumbled in here, Doctor, and you’ll be my slave forever!”

“I don’t think so, Cybomat!” the Doctor said.

“Oh, I do think so, Doctor. You see, there are literally hundreds of us now, scattered in rooms all throughout the TARDIS. We were pleased to see that in some of the rooms you already had robots that were set up in simulations for you and your companions enjoyment, we simply copied that, except we twisted you and your companion’s memories for our amusement and began acting out your most vulgar and depraved fantasies along with anything else that came to mind and amused us while we waited till you stumbled upon us and that’s what this is, Doctor. Your deepest, hidden desire about Rose come to life. Don’t you want me, Doctor?” she said sweetly. “Haven’t you always wanted me? Your beloved Rose, ready and eager and waiting for your embrace? I’m here, Doctor, if you just surrender to me and make me yours forever.”

By now the Doctor was frantic with worry for his three companions.

“Where’s the real Rose, what have you done with her and Donna and Martha?” he demanded.

“I have no idea where they are. I’ve been in this room the whole time and lucky you, you stumbled into my waiting arms.”

The Doctor tried to get away from her and gasped when she seized him by the throat.

“You aren’t being a very obedient lover,” the Cybomat hissed at him. “I see, I shall have to convince you that I’m the real thing and that you are my willing slave.”

The Doctor’s eyes bulged and his body shuddered when she sent an electric shock coursing through his body. She held him against the wall for several seconds and then let go. She smirked as he slumped to the floor unconscious.

“Now,” the Cybomat said, stroking his cheek, “the real fun begins!”


Rose was exasperated beyond belief. Everyone from the three bears to Little Red Riding Hood had barged into the house, claiming they lived there and each time she had to throw them back out the door and endure their screams of “BITCH!” It took all she had not to go find the Doctor and ring his neck for thinking up a warped simulation like this. She kept waiting and waiting and waiting for the so-called Evil Queen to show up or the dwarves to come back but after hours of waiting, she finally went back up to the tiny beds, flopped down over them and took a nap.

She was startled when an hour later, she heard a pounding on the door.

“This better be someone from the actual bleedin’ Snow White story,” she muttered as she went down the stairs.

She opened the door and her eyes bulged when she saw her mother standing there wearing a heavy black robe. A cowl covered her long white hair, she was more wrinkled than a shar pei puppy and her eyes were bulging out of her head to the point Rose thought she looked like Marty Feldman. Fresh anger rose in her at this treatment of her mother and Rose once again vowed to ring the Doctor’s neck for it.

“Hello, my dear,” the Jackie bot said in a voice that sounded like she’d smoked two hundred cigarettes in a day, “I’m an old and very unattracted haggy whore of a woman who nevertheless likes to peddle my wares cause it keeps me out of the poorhouse. Would you like to buy something?”

Rose had to fight to keep her cool and nodded.

“You would? Oh, thank you, my precious,” Jackie bot said, reaching into a large pouch that was attached to a knotted rope around her middle.

Rose crossed her arms over her chest, expecting the apple. Instead she was shocked when Jackie bot pulled out a small Jack Harkness doll and showed it to her. There was a string in the back of it tired to a little pearl loop. She pulled the string and let it go.

“I love blowjobs,” the doll said in Jack Harkness’s voice.

“Would you like this? It’s only five shillings, my dear.”

“No, thank you,” Rose said.

“Oh, well, how ‘bout this?”

Rose’s eyes bulged when she put the doll back and pulled out a huge pink dildo.

“Barely used,” the Jackie bot said, waving it under her nose.

“No, give me the bleedin’ apple and get out of here!” Rose said angrily.

“Apple, how did you know I had an apple?” the Jackie bot said, astonished.

“I guessed, now give it to me,” Rose said.

“I will, but on one condition.”

“Yeah? “ Rose said warily.

“You eat it right here, right now in front of me, I want your opinion on how it tastes,” Jackie bot said, pulling a large bright red apple out and putting it in her hand. “Because I have a feeling, my dear, the taste is to die for!”

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