Candyland ...A worse part of it...(Open)
Sticky. That's the first thing he feels when he steps out of the TARDIS. Stickyness under his feet. It wasn't so sticky at first, just cushy. Now it's sticky.
He lifts a saddle shoe, noting that the gelatinous goo was thoroughly attached to the bottom. Crunches of frosting grass fronds are smeared green across the white leather, and despite how wonderful the air smells he's thoroughly displeased. Though it doesn't prepare him for what happens next.
A group of jelly baby people, about knee high, came running down a cobble-gingerbread path, their little feet tottering along icing sealed blocks excitedly as they rushed toward him with their arms outstretched.
Horror strikes him like a hard punch right in his gullet, the corners of his mouth turning sharply down as he staggers out of the police box onto the sugary field and leaves the door swinging open. This... couldn't be happening... He feels terrible!!! And they hug his legs! Oh, for the love of Rassilon they hug his plaid clad pants legs and look up at him with utter gazes of fondness.
"Hello, Doctor!" one says. "We're so happy you could make it!"
"Ehyy... You are? Well, now. Isn't that lovely. And... now that I'm here I really ought to be going. I've gotten... frosting... on my shoes..." his words are nervous, and broken by his attempts to dislodge affectionate and tasty arms from clinging to him lovingly.
He lifts a saddle shoe, noting that the gelatinous goo was thoroughly attached to the bottom. Crunches of frosting grass fronds are smeared green across the white leather, and despite how wonderful the air smells he's thoroughly displeased. Though it doesn't prepare him for what happens next.
A group of jelly baby people, about knee high, came running down a cobble-gingerbread path, their little feet tottering along icing sealed blocks excitedly as they rushed toward him with their arms outstretched.
Horror strikes him like a hard punch right in his gullet, the corners of his mouth turning sharply down as he staggers out of the police box onto the sugary field and leaves the door swinging open. This... couldn't be happening... He feels terrible!!! And they hug his legs! Oh, for the love of Rassilon they hug his plaid clad pants legs and look up at him with utter gazes of fondness.
"Hello, Doctor!" one says. "We're so happy you could make it!"
"Ehyy... You are? Well, now. Isn't that lovely. And... now that I'm here I really ought to be going. I've gotten... frosting... on my shoes..." his words are nervous, and broken by his attempts to dislodge affectionate and tasty arms from clinging to him lovingly.