The Doctor heard the sharp clacking of ceremonial shoes against the floor behind him but he refused to react. If what he’d heard this morning was true, the eight-year-old child who had just run past him wouldn’t have any tolerance for sudden movements.

The next sound was the creaking of a cupboard and the scuffle of small knees against its wood. A click and the door was shut. Only then did the Doctor set aside his reading and get to his feet. He took his time approaching the tiny cupboard and when he reached it, he simply stood there, recalling his own eighth-year-Initiation. 

Exhaling slowly, the Doctor knelt and rapped his weathered knuckles gently on the cupboard door.

“Go away,” came the muffled voice. 

“Is that any way to greet me, Arkytior?” the Doctor called softly. At his voice, the door slammed open so quickly he had to jerk back so it wouldn’t strike him.

“Grandfather!” The

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The bell just rang meaning school was over for the day. You looked to your best friend Susan Foreman as you both smiled in delight.
"Ready to go shopping?" You asked her with a smile.
Susan nodded "Yes, my grandfather won't mind. I told him I would be coming home late." She giggled a bit at this. Part of it was true, the other part was she was going to be studying at the school late (which wasn't true at all.)
You both grabbed your bags and began walking out the gates of your school, Coal Hill School.
Susan would keep asking you questions along the way, sometimes even very ordinary questions a girl her age should already known. You sometimes thought she might be an alien from some other planet as you laughed at the thought.
You both arrived at the mall as Susan spotte

Playing Forever (Celestial Toymaker x Child! Reader)
The hushed mutters and quiet sobs of lonely, forgotten children echoed throughout the numerous hallways and elongated chambers of the orphanage as you curled up as best you could in your rough, dirty blanket, trying to keep what minimum body heat you had from escaping. It just wasn't fair; you were one of many children would were deemed "unadoptable" by the state after years of being in the circuit, so to say. Curling your tiny form in the confides of the blanket, you covered your face with the mildew stained blanket and were falling into a deep sleep.
"Come with me . . ." You heard a voice call out from beyond your bed sheets.
"Who's there?" you mumbled into the darkness. The voice didn't sound like any of the night caretakers who made the nightly rounds. Maybe it was someone new? Whatever or whoever it was startled you and made you nervous all the while.
"Don't be afraid . . ." The voice called out again, ever closer