motherly-puns

G E R O N I M O !
yeeeee-
also you don't have to match the length
pls don't be intimidated
i like to start big and get smaller and smaller tbh,,

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Within the atmosphere of Earth, an odd, rectangular-shaped object suddenly appeared on any radars and sensors within range.  The blue police box appeared to spin through the air quite a bit more shaky and uncontrolled-seeming than usual, and inside, there was complete chaos.  The main control room within the TARDIS rocked back and forth wildly, the lights coming from the roundels flickered and buzzed, threatening to go out at any moment, and the main power cells beneath the circular control panel did much the same, sparks occasionally shooting out.  The single passenger, meanwhile, was doing his best not to lose his footing, all the while running and leaping around the control panel as he pressed buttons, flipped switches, and pulled levers like a madman.  All the while, the constant clanging alarm of the Cloister Bell sounded loudly, signalling an already-obvious problem.  "What the bloody hell is going on with you today?!" the Time Lord cried out to his TARDIS, still doing his best to fix the problem.  "First you bring me to Skaro, and now this?!  Why?!"  He grunted again as he was thrown to the metal floor of the TARDIS, painfully hitting his head.  Now that felt like the ship had just crashed into something, or perhaps through something.  Though he didn't know it at the moment, he'd just barely flown through the hole in top of Mount Ebott, half-crashing through it in the process and making it considerably bigger in the process.  As the ship lurches forward as if compelled to go in that direction no matter what, the Doctor stayed on the ground, one hand on where he'd hit his head, the other hand gripping the bottom of the railing for dear life, not even trying to stop the rogue TARDIS anymore.  Outside, it crashed through a few hard barriers and hunks of stone, falling closer and closer to the ground until suddenly, there was a massive 'BOOM' followed by the sound of snapping branches and skidding, then finally, the Police Box abruptly came to a halt... somewhere.  Unbeknownst to the Doctor, his ship had crashed straight into the Ruins, flattening several hunks of stone and pieces of various walls and leaving a short trail of destruction behind; the only reason he'd stopped so soon was because the machine had hit a strong, solid wall which was now cracked and dented in a few places, but hadn't fallen.  In fact, he'd almost crashed straight into Toriel's house.

For a moment, the Time Lord just lay there, holding his head as it throbbed painfully.  After a few moments of silence, he pulled himself to his feet slowly, with a quiet grunt, and headed for the doors.  He opened them, stepped out, closed the doors behind him on instinct, and promptly tripped over a piece of rubble, falling flat on his chest with a pained grunt.  He looked to be in a bad shape, probably more injured than he knew, but the Ruins had suffered much more damage, with crushed pieces of stone and rubble everywhere, smoking and ash-covered, and the blue box standing in the midst of it all- it had somehow landed upright.  He put a hand against his pounding head, and upon feeling something warm and sticky, he brought his hand in front of his eyes and murmured, "Oh, blimey," as he saw the blood on his hand.  The Time Lord then closed his eyes as he lay there; not quite sleeping, but feeling beyond exhausted.  He hoped he hadn't crashed into anything important.