The 10th Professor's Adventures: Minisode 2 - Mysterious Shadows

 The 10^th Professor's Adventures: Minisode 2 – Mysterious Shadows

Written By: MichaelWhovian

    When one is a scientist, surely one would build themselves a lab, especially if that person needs to prove what one is seeing on their travels. That is why the Professor, very early on, converted the secondary room of the Type 50 TARDIS into that laboratory, and over the years added to it to go deeper and deeper into what he was seeing and observing. Of course that meant that he had to do a bit of collecting over the years but that was necessary to learn in his case. When the TARDIS eventually had to develop into corridors, he kept his lab close, next to his study.

    Like most things, the War changed him. The Laboratory was preserved away, forgotten about because his 4^th and 5^th selves decided that being a hero was more important that learning. Be stubborn, be a fighter, Just keep pushing yourselves until you fall to bits from overexertion or injury.

    So, When the Professor found himself back in his laboratory, with the book of 50s music and it's history, it took him a bit to get readjusted, but thanks to the TARDIS, it was temporal sealed, like he never left. Setting the book down onto the counter, he began to open the front cover. Inside, the inside cover and the first page were covered in this odd substance, like Spider Web, but black as slime and almost burned to the touch. Pulling up an old chair, the Professor sat the book up on it's bottom edge, letting the slime slowly collect onto a sort of metal tray, watching with slight fear as the book melted with it, turning into more of the substance as it collected on the pan.

    “Mental energy, pure mental and kinetic energy collected and grouped together into a substance.....Like Slime, but this is far too potent, perhaps....” The Professor thought, as he took a small metal rod from the table, and lifted a bit into the air. The substance stretched out, leaving a spider web like pattern, shaking a bit from the slight shaking in the Professor's wrist. “A little heavier than I thought...” He spoke to himself, dropping it back to the tray. “Like a cross stitch.....A Vampire couldn't have done this, this is far and away much more powerful than them.....Great Vampire?.....No, Still.....” Eyeing a bunch of vials in front of him, he takes an empty one, scooping a bit of it inside and quickly corking it, hanging it next to a few others inside this sort of steel case before closing it.

    “Black Slime.....Must be, yet modified....Could it have been the journey here, I wonder?” The Professor watches as the substance began to roll upon itself, like an ocean and it's tides, rolling tighter, and tighter, before falling to bits again, and disappearing, along with the plate it was on.

    He sighed, eyeing where the tray was, all that was left of it was the vial he put away, and this shiny rectangle mark on the counter where it was sat, like it had burned away the grime and returned it to it's shine. “What has the power of that magnitude......A Spirit?.....A God?......I have seen quite a few things in my time, but that's new.....Exciting, Terrifying new....but New none the same...” At that, he slowly pulled out his journal, and began to note down the substance, as again that laughter echoed from before, that deep, horrible laughter.