Hello, I'm Wizz~

2016-10-31T13:29:48Z bones: Being stranded on Earth was hell... unless you could become the devil. The Doctor had become just that. He had become something the humans feared. Not just the ones around him either. The entire human race knew that he was not a force to be reckoned with. They knew once they said his name, the Doctor, they would have to keep it to themselves. It was something he attached to the thought of his name. A controlling and penetrating thought which caused fear of the being. Enough not to speak of it, but to respect it, to fear it, to obey. The whole of the Earth seemed completely unchanged aside from their fear of one man. The Doctor. The Oncoming Storm. Time Lord Victorious. Or, as one blonde seems to call him, Amazing. "*Absolutely _amazing!_*" She called out, falling into a heap on the bed. Best part? He wasn't even moving. Three women all on the same bed - a blonde, a brunette, and a red head - with nothing but sweat and themselves against their bare bodies, screaming his name while clutching to one another for any sense of reality. And this Doctor? What is he doing? Sitting with his leg's crossed, in nothing but a pair of paints and a button up, enjoying the show and tweaking their minds. Since being on earth he had decided to improve himself as psychically as possible. Earth was the perfect place. Easy minds to control. It had gotten to the point where he didn't even need to touch them anymore. He could simply look at them, project a thought and they were a puddle of obedience before him. Clay to be molded. Toys to be played with. Speaking of toys. "*Lord Doctor.*" Came a purr from the red head. "*Don't stop...*" "*Faster, Lord Doctor. Please!*" "*Amazing...*" So far, the blonde was his favorite. Very original. Or she was simply so mind blown by this point that 'amazing' was the only word she could come up with to describe her feelings. He stood then, moving to finish off the last of his liquor. He set the glass down. As he did so, it refilled immediately. He gave a mental nudge to his TARDIS as a thanks. He rose his hands and wiggled his fingers. "*C'mon girls.*" Whatever he had portrayed of himself in their minds vanished and they moved to look at him. Quickly they reached out and pulled him onto the bed. He was grinning. Who wouldn't be? Bodies mixed and limbs tangled almost as easily as saliva and tongues. He was quickly stripped of the clothes he had on. They did as he thought, moving against him in every way he wanted. Doing exactly as he wanted. Everybody always did. They kept silent now, only the sound of their rapidly beating hearts and the panting of pleasure taking them by storm. That's what he enjoyed. Oh, and the sound of reality taring open. Suddenly his amber eyes shot open. "*What?*" He sat up, the girls stopping their assault against him just as quickly as they had started. He sat up and narrowed his eyes, his time senses coming to life in an instant. He glanced around and winced, covering his eyes and 'turning off' his time receptors. Something that didn't belong had just appeared. He crawled to the edge of the bed, popping his bed head and confused expression over the edge of the bed, fingers curled around the bed frame. "*...what?*"