My Little Galaxy (Rewrite)

• Within The Styx Leyline, the "Whoovian-42" Verse.

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Looking around, the Doctor saw the same sight that often met his senses... fire and death. That seemed to be the natural outcome to his travels.

He often liked to think of himself as a "Traveling Idiot, in a box". A disgrace to his people, the Time Lords, as he broke their most sacred rule... over and over again... because he chose to not just watch the passage of time... but to protect the little people inside of it. Some races would call him a hero... those were the days. But he didn't think of himself like that anymore...

He had long ago died, frequently and often. Gaining a new face, and new personality, each time. His people called this "Regeneration". When their bodies, upon their death, restructured themselves, in order to heal near any damage...

It was now the 42nd Time he's done this... With his magical energy doubling each time he regenerated... His ridiculous Bowtie face, had accidentally unlocked his Divine Ki. Turning himself into a Kami, a mortal with godly power.

The Divine energy, went screwy with his Regeneration Energy, giving him infinite faces.

Each face had all his memories... but they percieved them differently, thanks to their altered brain chemistry... But this new face... saw all his adventures as if it was one big mistake.

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Casually walking through the field of death... the Doctor at last understood his purpose... and it sickened him. He walked through this newest battlefield. Unable to ignore the smell of charred flesh. Surrounded by death, this was just atypical day... but at the same time... this was eye opening...

Races, from across the Cosmos, united against him. In a vain attempt to kill a god... out of desperation... out of fear... races from across dimensions, united against him.

He should be used to it, hardly think about it... but for some reason, the idea these creatures were so scared... it forced him to face his sins.

There were still many enemies about, all of them backing away from him... in fear of him. Let them cower in their holes. Earlier this morning, he would have killed them all with out a thought.

They had their chance to surrender, and chose not to take it... Their lives were now forfeit... his limp code had been satisfied.

However, somehow, he found a scrap of rare mercy... and decided to let them go.

Using his Divine magicks, to Call to his TARDIS... The Blue Box faded in and out of reality. Becoming solid with a loud thud. With it's doors immediately opening. Summoning him in return. To which he answered, stepping inside.

As the doors closed behind him, and the box gave its wheezin groan, His TARDIS faded from sight. Feeding off his Divine Ki to leave the dimension... and the Doctor, could only weep, for all he lost, and all the losses he's caused.

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The Doctor spent a little over a year... trying to keep his head down, but the birth of the Time Ponies proved he couldn't adjust... so he came up with a new plan.

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