The Seventh Doctor and the Zombie Clown of Doom
As requested by
renn:
"Brains..." The powdery circus performer leered at the paralyzed form of the Doctor. His head had been carved open and the Zombie Clown stood over him, brandishing a silver spoon. It dipped down, scooping up some of the Doctor's grey matter and cerebral fluids, and began to feast...
He bolted up, gasping for breath and darting his eyes around worriedly. There was no one there to harm him, only Ace in her baggy football jersey, looking very cross at having been wakened by his terrified screaming.
"Professor, I told you not to watch Killer Klowns from Outer Space before bedtime..."
renn:
"Brains..." The powdery circus performer leered at the paralyzed form of the Doctor. His head had been carved open and the Zombie Clown stood over him, brandishing a silver spoon. It dipped down, scooping up some of the Doctor's grey matter and cerebral fluids, and began to feast...
He bolted up, gasping for breath and darting his eyes around worriedly. There was no one there to harm him, only Ace in her baggy football jersey, looking very cross at having been wakened by his terrified screaming.
"Professor, I told you not to watch Killer Klowns from Outer Space before bedtime..."