A young boy wearing a flight helmet and aviator goggles headed into a lab at the base he was living in. The man in the lab was wearing his usual coat and goggles and was working on a machine. “Agent Nein?” asked the boy.
“Ah, Raz,” replied the man, Agent Sasha Nein. “Excellent. I need your help recalibrating the Brain Tumbler. For some odd reason, I cannot access the Collective Unconscious.”
“Is that the cheap one you got?” asked the boy, Razputin “Raz” Aquato, Junior Psychonaut.
“No, no,” replied Sasha, “that’s still at the camp.”
“Well, I DO want to help,” said Raz, “but Terryl said that she hasn’t heard Gristol singing lately.”
“Considering that he sings off-key, that’s a small mercy,” remarked Sasha. “…How long has he not been singing?”
“For three days,” replied Raz. “She only told me a few minutes ago. That’s why I need your help.”
“Three days? He barely lasts three hours before…well, you were right to get help. Come on, Razputin.” Sasha led the way out of the lab.
It was peaceful in the old quarry. The main building looked like a pair of hands supporting a glass brain. On the landing pad…the people that worked at the building heard a noise. They all turned to see a blue box fading into existence next to a jet. The box then opened from the inside and three women of various appearances stepped out. The onlookers didn’t know it, but the box was the TARDIS and the women were the Doctor, Amy Rose, and Lurra Rus. “Doctor, what’s going on?” asked Lurra Rus. “Why did you have to veer off course like that?”
“Believe it or not, I didn’t,” replied the Doctor. “That was the TARDIS’s doing. The old girl detected a massive amount of psychic energy and needed to investigate.”
“So where are we?” asked Amy.
“I’m not sure,” remarked the Doctor. She then got a good look at the place. “Judging by the shape of the building, I’d guess it’s some mental research area.”
“Hands where we can see them!” called a security guard. He and his friends then placed a hand on their heads and reached out with their other hands.
“It’s all right!” called the Doctor as she pulled out the psychic paper. “We’re all friends here! Just inspecting! Code name: Doctor, accompanied by Amy Rose and Lurra Rus!” The psychic paper was then yanked out of her hand and floated towards the commander.
“…You trying to be funny?!” snapped the commander. “There’s a psychic link to this thing! It’s blank!”
“That was telekinesis!” gasped the Doctor. “I mean, PROPER telekinesis! Are you all psychics?!”
“You’re at the Motherlobe, of course we’re psychic!” replied the commander.
“The Motherlobe? OH! Then you’re all Psychonauts!” The Doctor grinned. “Like I said, I’m the Doctor and-!” She and her friends then found themselves lifted up by some invisible hand! “OI! STEADY ON!”
“First Gristol Malik breaks out, then three intruders show up!” hissed the commander.
“Funny how coincidences pop up like that!” replied the Doctor.
“I don’t believe in coincidences! Guards! Take them to Sasha Nein!”
“YES SIR!” replied the guards. The Doctor and her friends were forced to float after them.
“Doctor, what-?!” gulped Amy.
“When we’re safer, I promise,” replied the Doctor.
Sasha Nein had all three of them restrained with Raz looking at the whole thing. “Are we sure these ladies broke Gristol out of Psychoisolation?” asked Raz.
“No, and that’s why we’re interrogating them,” replied Sasha.
“Talk like we’re not here,” muttered Lurra Rus. “Real classy.”
“So, what are you using?” asked the Doctor. “Psycho-Portal? Brain Tumbler? Either way, my mind’s a rather dangerous place to be.”
“Razputin, deploy the Psycho-Portal,” ordered Sasha. Raz then pulled out a small door that could fit in his hand and threw it at the Doctor’s head. The door stuck itself to the Doctor’s forehead.
“Oh! Steady on!” protested the Doctor. “No need to hurl it!” Raz then lowered his flight goggles over his eyes as the door opened. Both Raz and the Doctor then entered into a trance.
Raz found himself in a white room with roundels on the walls and a hexagonal control console. His vision had turned black and white. “…Okay, this room must be important somehow.” He walked up to the console. “Maybe-.”
“Young man, will you kindly move away from the console?!” snapped an old man’s voice. Raz whirled around to see an old man with white hair and wore clothes that were a cross between the Edwardian and Victorian periods.
“Whoa! Sorry, sir!” yelped Raz.
“Honestly, it’s bad enough you invade my mind, but now you want to learn the secrets of my ship?!” snapped the old man. Raz blinked.
“…I…thought I was in the Doctor’s mind,” he said.
“You are,” replied the old man. “And you’re speaking to her. Or rather, HIM.” He then gripped the lapels of his jacket.
“…Y-You’re a shape-shifter?!” yelped Raz.
“Of a sort,” replied the old man, the First Doctor. “Now, you said you were looking for this…Gristol Malik, hm? Well, you’ll have to meet my other incarnations and see if they know anything, because, quite frankly, in my first incarnation, I had never heard of him.” The Doctor pressed some buttons on the console and opened a door. “Off you go, young man.” Raz headed through the door and into a room similar to the one he just left. This time, there was a man with black hair and dressed like a tramp. He played a bit of music on his recorder before he spotted Raz.
“Ah, there you are!” he said. “I was wondering if you’d get here. You haven’t fiddled with any of the controls, have you?”
“…Doctor?” asked Raz.
“Yes, that’s me,” replied the hobo, the Second Doctor. “I take it you wish to continue your interrogation.”
“Well, yeah! Where’s Gristol Malik?” asked Raz.
“My dear young man, I’m afraid you’re wasting your time with me. I had never heard of him.”
“Well, which one of you did?!” snapped Raz.
“There’s no need to shout,” replied the Doctor. “You can either interrogate all my previous incarnations and check that I’d never heard of Gristol Malik until my arrival to the Motherlobe or you can skip straight to my current one and brutally interrogate her and get nowhere with your search.”
“Fine, I’ll play your game!” hissed Raz.
“Splendid!” cheered the Doctor. “Now, that way should lead you to Fancy Pants.” He opened another door. Raz entered the room and…well, it looked more like a lab and his color vision returned. He looked around the lab and saw pictures…pictures of people, but none of them were Gristol Malik.
“What’s their connection with you, I wonder?” muttered Raz.
“NO!” came a robotic voice. Raz turned to see several men dressed as stuffy bureaucrats with giant stamps in the shape of the usual prohibition sign (red circle with a diagonal line) running into the room.
“Censors!” shuddered Raz.
“I say, chaps!” called a new voice. The speaker was a man in fancy clothes, complete with frilled sleeves. “Would you mind leaving him alone?”
“NO!” replied the Censors.
“Just a suggestion.” The man then got into physical combat with them. Raz joined in the fight and fired blasts of mental energy! “I say, do be careful!” warned the man.
“Really hoping you’re the Doctor!” replied Raz as he finished off the last Censor.
“That I am,” replied the man, the Third Doctor.
“Who are all those people?” asked Raz as he pointed at the pictures.
“Oh, they’re my companions,” replied the Doctor. “Do you recognize any of them as this Gristol Malik you’re looking for?”
“…No, they’re not,” said Raz. “How many lives am I going through here?”
“Quite a few, young man,” answered the Doctor. “I have a feeling you’ll find your answers.” He opened a door and Raz entered it to reveal a new console room.
“All right, what’s next?” asked Raz.
“Unauthorized humanoid detected!” barked a harsh, grating, metallic voice. Raz turned to see a machine creature with no legs, a single eyestalk, a plunger, and an elongated whisk. “You will be exterminated!” barked the creature as it aimed its whisk at Raz. Someone then placed a hat on its eyestalk. “ALERT! ALERT! VISION IMPARED! I CANNOT SEE!” Raz rolled out of the way as it fired wildly!
“Help me move this thing!” called a voice. This one came from a tall man with curly hair and a long multicolored scarf! Raz used telekinesis to guide the machine creature out of the room. The creature exploded and revealed green, fleshy insides. Raz turned to the man as he stared at the creature. “Didn’t want you to meet the Daleks,” muttered the man.
“Doctor?” asked Raz.
“That’s right,” replied the man, the Fourth Doctor. He then pulled out a small bag. “Have a jelly baby.”
“I can’t taste food in a mental world,” remarked Raz.
“Oh, it should be good for your mental health,” said the Doctor. Raz considered, then accepted the treat.
“What WAS that thing?” asked Raz as he pointed at the remains of the creature. “What did you call it, a Dalek?”
“The most ruthless form of life I ever met, devoid of all pity,” replied the Doctor. He then finally looked at Raz. “And it seems more of my enemies await you as you meet each of my incarnations.” That…worried Raz.