Jabberwocky
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This is my first-ever crossover fic, between the worlds of the Pokémon anime and the British sci-fi series Doctor Who. I hope you enjoy it!
Through the endless doors of creation Giratina swam, poking at the bonds of the multiverse cautiously, checking the borders and boundries for breakage.
Giratina lived in a world of impossibilities, of no ways and never should bes, a world reversed, torn, distorted. It was stuck there, more or less alone, charged by its creator, Arceus, to monitor the realities and universes, and keep them from leaking into Giratina's or Arceus'.
This was easier since one of Giratina's multiversal equivalents – the Time Lords of one reality – had been wiped out. Since their deaths, threats of cross-dimensional encroachment had been minimal.
Suddenly – Giratina sensed something. The mythic Pokémon whirled about, slapping its tail against the fabric of reality as it did so, to see its sole companion in this world – a tall, somber-looking man in a rubbery black-and-grey uniform and spiked blue hair – hurl a small, round object at it.
The device was a sphere, stark white on bottom and purple on top, with pink circular designs on either side of the cap, with a white "M" in between. The sphere struck the top of Giratina's head and split in two across its black hemisphere – not completely, but nearly so. All at once, the air around Giratina turned red, and a sucking sensation filled its body. Giratina knew instinctually what was happening – and it struggled, striking the dimensional borders even more. But it struggled in vain. Giratina was broken down into atoms and absorbed into the ball, which closed and returned to its thrower.
"A Master Ball," the blue-haired man said in a dead-sounding monotone. "Capable of capturing any Pokémon without fail. Took me two months to build, but worth it. You put up an admirable struggle, but for naught. Your will is my will, now. And soon, you and I will leave this place, that I may begin my plans anew."
The man allowed himself the smallest hints of a smile as he turned and walked across platforms that appeared out of nowhere, away from the dimensional rift.
But Giratina's struggles had not left the rift undamaged. Its struggles created ripples, which in turn created cracks, which in turn created a sizable hole in the universal void – one that was connected to another universe, the one of the old Time Lords. A wormhole had been formed, and wormholes never remain un-traversed.
It was bigger on the inside. That was what everyone always said upon first entering the Time And Relative Dimension In Space machine – or TARDIS, for short.
Strictly speaking, the TARDIS was not a true machine. It had been grown on the now-destroyed planet of Gallifrey – it was, in fact, a living organism.
The TARDIS could traverse time and space with ease, rocketing through the time vortex with incredible speed. It was owned by an enigmatic traveler known only as the Doctor.
The Doctor was the last surviving Time Lord; the last of a once-great race of omniscient universal monitors. The Time Lords had governed the laws of time and space, and made sure that multiversal encroachment did not become too serious.
Then the Time War happened. The war with the alien conquerors known as the Daleks had ended with the genocide of both races, to insure that the war did not tear reality itself asunder.
The Doctor himself had made it happen.
The Doctor was about 900 years old at this point – he'd lost track. Time Lords lived for vast amounts of time, and could regenerate into a new form when death was upon them, for a total of twelve times – thirteen bodies.
The Doctor had been through a lot. He was on his eleventh incarnation now, and traveling with his human companions (the Doctor had always been fond of humans and Earth in general) to the planet of Systematica Four.
"They have living pants there," the Doctor giddily informed Amy Pond – a feisty young woman with scarlet hair and a Scottish accent – while twisting various knobs and switches on the TARDIS' control panel. "Imagine that, living pants! You could have a conversation with your trousers! Ha!"
"I wouldn't like that very much," commented Rory Williams, another of the Doctor's companions. Rory had brown hair and a level-headed personality. He was also Amy's husband. "I mean," continued Rory, "going to the restroom would feel pretty awkward, with your pants just staring up at your…"
"Yes, thank you once again for finding the bits of the cloud that the silver lining missed," the Doctor sighed, running his hands through his messy brown hair. "You like Monty Python, Rory?"
"Uh… yes," Rory confirmed.
"You know that song they have, with the 'always look on the bright side of life' bit?"
"Yes."
"Tip for a happier life, Rory – follow their advice."
Rory was about to answer with a retort when the TARDIS shook violently. All three occupants dropped to the floor.
"Doctor!" Amy cried in a startled tone. "Doctor, what's happening?!"
"Not sure," the Doctor groaned, struggling to his feet as the turbulence intensified. He checked the TARDIS computer console – it was going haywire. "Oi!" the Doctor said irritably, tapping the console. "What are you doing?"
The TARDIS simply shook harder in response. The lights flickered out.
"Uh-oh," said the Doctor. "I think we're crossing the Void."
"What does th-that mean?!" Rory demanded.
"It means," said the Doctor, "we're crossing into another universe. It means… hold on to your bowties, ladies and Amys."
"I am not a…" Rory began, but the Doctor interrupted him:
"GERONIMOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
The TARDIS shuddered, and both Rory and Amy screamed – but their screams were abruptly cut short.
"Amy?" the Doctor called out. "Rory?"
No reply.
"Where have you gotten to?" the Doctor cried, taking one step away from the TARDIS console.
Then the TARDIS gave one last, violent shake. The Doctor tripped, and slammed his head against the TARDIS floor. Everything went black.
To be continued…
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Doctor Who/Pokémon: The Worlds of Monsters
Chapter One: The Reality Perversion
Chapter One: The Reality Perversion
Through the endless doors of creation Giratina swam, poking at the bonds of the multiverse cautiously, checking the borders and boundries for breakage.
Giratina lived in a world of impossibilities, of no ways and never should bes, a world reversed, torn, distorted. It was stuck there, more or less alone, charged by its creator, Arceus, to monitor the realities and universes, and keep them from leaking into Giratina's or Arceus'.
This was easier since one of Giratina's multiversal equivalents – the Time Lords of one reality – had been wiped out. Since their deaths, threats of cross-dimensional encroachment had been minimal.
Suddenly – Giratina sensed something. The mythic Pokémon whirled about, slapping its tail against the fabric of reality as it did so, to see its sole companion in this world – a tall, somber-looking man in a rubbery black-and-grey uniform and spiked blue hair – hurl a small, round object at it.
The device was a sphere, stark white on bottom and purple on top, with pink circular designs on either side of the cap, with a white "M" in between. The sphere struck the top of Giratina's head and split in two across its black hemisphere – not completely, but nearly so. All at once, the air around Giratina turned red, and a sucking sensation filled its body. Giratina knew instinctually what was happening – and it struggled, striking the dimensional borders even more. But it struggled in vain. Giratina was broken down into atoms and absorbed into the ball, which closed and returned to its thrower.
"A Master Ball," the blue-haired man said in a dead-sounding monotone. "Capable of capturing any Pokémon without fail. Took me two months to build, but worth it. You put up an admirable struggle, but for naught. Your will is my will, now. And soon, you and I will leave this place, that I may begin my plans anew."
The man allowed himself the smallest hints of a smile as he turned and walked across platforms that appeared out of nowhere, away from the dimensional rift.
But Giratina's struggles had not left the rift undamaged. Its struggles created ripples, which in turn created cracks, which in turn created a sizable hole in the universal void – one that was connected to another universe, the one of the old Time Lords. A wormhole had been formed, and wormholes never remain un-traversed.
WHOWHOWHOWHO
It was bigger on the inside. That was what everyone always said upon first entering the Time And Relative Dimension In Space machine – or TARDIS, for short.
Strictly speaking, the TARDIS was not a true machine. It had been grown on the now-destroyed planet of Gallifrey – it was, in fact, a living organism.
The TARDIS could traverse time and space with ease, rocketing through the time vortex with incredible speed. It was owned by an enigmatic traveler known only as the Doctor.
The Doctor was the last surviving Time Lord; the last of a once-great race of omniscient universal monitors. The Time Lords had governed the laws of time and space, and made sure that multiversal encroachment did not become too serious.
Then the Time War happened. The war with the alien conquerors known as the Daleks had ended with the genocide of both races, to insure that the war did not tear reality itself asunder.
The Doctor himself had made it happen.
The Doctor was about 900 years old at this point – he'd lost track. Time Lords lived for vast amounts of time, and could regenerate into a new form when death was upon them, for a total of twelve times – thirteen bodies.
The Doctor had been through a lot. He was on his eleventh incarnation now, and traveling with his human companions (the Doctor had always been fond of humans and Earth in general) to the planet of Systematica Four.
"They have living pants there," the Doctor giddily informed Amy Pond – a feisty young woman with scarlet hair and a Scottish accent – while twisting various knobs and switches on the TARDIS' control panel. "Imagine that, living pants! You could have a conversation with your trousers! Ha!"
"I wouldn't like that very much," commented Rory Williams, another of the Doctor's companions. Rory had brown hair and a level-headed personality. He was also Amy's husband. "I mean," continued Rory, "going to the restroom would feel pretty awkward, with your pants just staring up at your…"
"Yes, thank you once again for finding the bits of the cloud that the silver lining missed," the Doctor sighed, running his hands through his messy brown hair. "You like Monty Python, Rory?"
"Uh… yes," Rory confirmed.
"You know that song they have, with the 'always look on the bright side of life' bit?"
"Yes."
"Tip for a happier life, Rory – follow their advice."
Rory was about to answer with a retort when the TARDIS shook violently. All three occupants dropped to the floor.
"Doctor!" Amy cried in a startled tone. "Doctor, what's happening?!"
"Not sure," the Doctor groaned, struggling to his feet as the turbulence intensified. He checked the TARDIS computer console – it was going haywire. "Oi!" the Doctor said irritably, tapping the console. "What are you doing?"
The TARDIS simply shook harder in response. The lights flickered out.
"Uh-oh," said the Doctor. "I think we're crossing the Void."
"What does th-that mean?!" Rory demanded.
"It means," said the Doctor, "we're crossing into another universe. It means… hold on to your bowties, ladies and Amys."
"I am not a…" Rory began, but the Doctor interrupted him:
"GERONIMOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
The TARDIS shuddered, and both Rory and Amy screamed – but their screams were abruptly cut short.
"Amy?" the Doctor called out. "Rory?"
No reply.
"Where have you gotten to?" the Doctor cried, taking one step away from the TARDIS console.
Then the TARDIS gave one last, violent shake. The Doctor tripped, and slammed his head against the TARDIS floor. Everything went black.
To be continued…
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Next Time: The Doctor awakes in an unfamiliar world with both of his companions missing! Desperate to find them, he receives aid from three traveling youths named Ash, Brock, and Dawn…