Intro
	The dining hall roared with merriment and revelry, goblets of wine clinking and a cacophony of forks on plates. Lords and ladies dined, gentlemen in finely pressed suits ranging from navy blue to black, a few of the poorer fellows pinstriped, and noblewomen in dresses of finest material, the colors inspired by gemstones, from ruby reds to emerald greens, corsets underneath to emphasize their figures and their busts pushed up in almost low-cut tops to pronounce similarly their breasts. Gossip was prominent in the conversation, the actual act of eating but a pretense to host a debauch. Many of the faces were recognizable as direct royalty, others either close enough in blood or wealthy enough to be allowed entry. Servants waited intently on orders, to fetch bottles of exquisite liquors at the notice of a finger snap or the wave of a wrist.
	Merrymaking ceased by the sudden scoot of a chair screeching against the floor, everyone’s attention turned to the woman who’d been the source of the interruption. She stood in silence, her eyes grave with an unpredicted intention. A butler went to help her sit down once more, but she shook his gloved hand from her shoulder. The room went from loud to silent in milliseconds, and no one dared to stir as she stared amongst the crowd at her sides and across the table, looking beyond them as if they were transparent. Then, without warning, her arm shot forth, seizing a large knife, which gleamed as she held it close, the overhead light reflecting the many faces of her fellow revelers from its shiny surface. A few were disconcerted, those closest to her pulling their seats away from the estranged lady.
	Many a female gasped as she turned the blade unto herself and plunged it into the center of her chest. Silver blood had spurt out, staining her bosom and her dress, contrasting her amethyst purple garb. Struggling to pull the knife from the new cavity in her body, her wrist finally flew back, to dive again, each stab progressing in speed and intensity until her suicidal actions were frantic and relentless. She hardly winced at the incredibly agony she must’ve been in, until she finally struck too far to the left, piercing her heart, life force spit from her lips before she collapsed against the tabletop, blood soaking both her corpse and its immediate surroundings. Pouring from her dress and down her legs, a silvery pool collected on the floor, the observers of her death having jumped up from their chairs to back away, lest they come in contact with the grisly substance.
	No one spoke for almost a minute. Finally, a noblewoman snobbishly snorted, laughing, an odd reaction to the suicide of one of her acquaintances. A few dirty looks were fired off in her direction, and she apologized, but only laughed all the harder. One of the gentlemen, then, could not contain himself either, bellowing and roaring while pounding the table with his fist. This enabled the whole room to guffaw, falling into absolute pandemonium of giggles, chuckles, and shrieks of audible humor and delight. One man even approached the deceased, taking her by the hand, tugging her upward into momentary suspension, her body to then fall back in place with a lifeless thud. This verification of her demise caused many to fall from their seats in gut busting laughter, and even the staff started cracking smiles.
	Two maids dragged the dead woman away as glasses were slammed together in a toast, everyone returning to their joyous debauchery. Not Noticing a thick black goop upon the table whre her had had fallen.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FAAt3emYS8g

Nightmares Eternal
Started By EndowedGrace on Hentai Foundry (Though sadly very little of his original work remains)
Finished and Edited by Shade Rose 67z
Ideas and Concepts by Shade Rose 67z
Doctor Who Copyright The BBC.

	The streets rumbled with the shockwave of a large object colliding into the ground. There was little stirring as the bright, almost neon box rained from above with flashing lights and thunderous noise. Moments thereafter, something else descended, something that looked a lot like a person, and it yelped as it flew through the air before finally landing in a dumpster, feet from the first debris. Perhaps someone, anyone, would have investigated, but no one did, now quite used to nighttime disturbances. Instead, everything went back to seeming peace.
	Christine hoisted her petite frame up and out of the bin she’d found herself inside. She was a rather lovely looking woman, small petite frame and delicate features, nice supple bosoms and cutely plump rear end giving her an adorably soft cute and squishy look. Then, once out, she brushed off her Diamond Platinum White colored blouse and skirt before doing the same to her brown fur and long silky bouncy blond hair, AS she rustles about the light shines and shimmers off her Prismatic cloths making subtle rainbow effects. Then lastly her long thin slightly brown from fur and blue skinned tail, ensuring she was clean. It was, undeniably so, rather embarrassing to have been in the trash, but at least it was over now. Her red eyes Looked around for her matching purse, soon finding it laying on the ground she retrieves it. Her eyes then studied her faithful machinery, which smoked mostly from the impact and not from any real damage. She was about to approach the Tardis, that beautiful piece of technology disguised as an almost retro arcade machine, of glowing, flashy blue, pink, and purple hues, when a rustling in the garbage caused the blonde Time Lady to spin around. Just as she does the safety must have kicked in because it begins to dematerialize -Voorrrrrp Voorrrrrp Vorrrrrrrrrrrp- obviously needing to sort its self out then return to this general location, shell have to find it.
	A rather small rodent face popped up from within the dumpster, his black hair and white fur ratty and unkempt, His big slightly white furred and blue skinned ears had some bits out of them, typical of the poor. He was dressed in old hand me down dress shoes a school boys golden brown coat with green under shirt and raggedy sized to big so they were poorly hemmed up pants that were tattered and in a sunset red color, typical clothes for a peasant boy in this time. He was no doubt Vespin, and he seemed to be a young, probably teenage boy. He peered at her with jade eyes, curious and yet on alert. She felt slightly guilty, unsure if her crash landing had somehow injured the boy, for she must’ve landed right on top of him.
	“I haven’t hurt you, have I?” she inquired, uncertain if having approached a step was a wise idea. “And what are you doing in the garbage, young one?” Her voice carrying a distinct Ashpine accent , to most it just comes off as a generic Rosewood islands accent, or in this times terms a generic Rose Thorn accent, only locals can hear the differences from forest to forest.
	“Same reason you were,” her question was narrowly avoided. Christine could hear the brogue in his voice, knowing the lad to be a Dewier. "ah that..that's a Dueic brogue this why yes it is were in Maple Dew , id say...Queen Delorius Era well going by Maple Dew's leaders...let's see this age my state was still Rose Thorn..or was it Rose Vine... no not far back enough for that I'd say Rose Thorn Crown Islands id say with good old Queen Vandeth Rosethorn the IV." Christine rambles on. Marveling at the night lit by magical candles in self lighting street lamps the warmth and scents and gentle hum of magic all about the white and blue bark and golden and reddish orange of the leaves of the local trees tells her she is defiantly in main land Maple Dew.
	“I don’t understand the implication. What, you fell in there, too?”
	“No—“
	Suddenly, a titanic contraption flew by overhead. Its passing drowned all sound, captivating the Time Lady’s attention. It was a majestic ship, of industrial aesthetic, gold-brown metal, releasing multi-colored steam into the atmosphere, pistons pumping furiously to keep the mechanism in flight. Engines droned, and the presence of the airship brought with it a strong gust, nearly sweeping Christine off her feet, fluttering through her locks and lifting upward her garments. She staggered forward and watched in awe as it departed just as quickly as it had come.
	“My,” she exclaimed, “now there’s a sight. An old fashioned airship, that’s an extraordinary vehicle. Well, it’s not old here, at least. I’d say it’s brand new in these times, yeah? What a fascinating time period this is, pre-Imperial Crystalys during the Industrial Dawn.”
	“Don’t be stupid,” was his response, “everyone knows that, and what are you rambling about?”
	“Uh, I'll explain later.” Christine turned to face the teenager once again, saying, “Yes, Magi-tech, lovely and fascinating concept that is, the mixing of old world magical know-how with automated machines and technology. It’s all the power of magic, yet without the inconvenience of needing a mage or the knowledge of how to cast spells yourself."
	He blinked as if she were an imbecile or a madwoman.
	“Fair enough, then,” the Time Lady rubbed her chin. “Hey, you never told me why you’re literally in the dumps. Are you scrounging for food?”
	“No,” he retorted, as if offended. “I’m waiting for the trash to be picked up.”
	“Why?”
	“The same reason you jumped off one of the forest’s upper levels,” he looked up, Christine’s gaze following to see that the structure they were loomed over thereby, a typical Vespin building made from a hallowed out tree, massively towered over them. By the looks of it, they were on around the eleventh story, standing on a colossal branch used as a roadway, the aforementioned tree itself allowing the city to extend upwards a multitude of levels due to its enormity.
	“You make it sound like hanging out in the garbage is the equivalent of suicide.”  “Isn’t it? After they empty all the bins, they take it right to the incinerator.”
	“Wow, what a horrible way to die,” her hand was brought to her face as she nearly gasped. “You’re just a kid, you shouldn’t be thinking of such things, let alone be trying to make them happen. You’ve your whole life ahead of you.”
	Unsatisfied with the Time Lady’s response, the Vespin slumped down into the container which housed him, dismissing her existence altogether. She pulled a small box around in front of the dumpster, that she may use it as a stepping stool to peer inside, unable to let go, unable to let the teenager potentially incinerate himself. He had trash bags pulled over his body as he lay down in the foully odorous junk, to pull one of the black, plastic sheets over his face at a moment’s notice, lest anyone realize there was someone within before disposal.
	“Come on,” Christine assertively said, extending her hand to the matted furred teen, “let’s get you out of here. Can’t have your charred remains backing up a perfectly good incinerator, now can we? Those things aren’t made to burn Vespin,” she bluffed, “and could you imagine the streets if suddenly there was no way to dispose of the trash and it had to be littered about? It would be an utter mess, so come on, what are you waiting for?”
	Stubborn, he went to protest, refusing her gesture, but the same hand that offered to help him became a finger that wagged threatening before his eyes. The Time Lady, being the housewife she was in her current regenerative state, knew how to appropriately handle a misbehaving lad. An instinct awoke in the suicidal hooligan, a fear of being scolded by a strong, unyielding female presence. There was a sudden pressure, expectancy for him to act in accordance to her will, and he gave in, fearing the consequences that he’d otherwise have to endure. As his paw was placed therein hers, Christine was relieved, given that her bluffing had no conceived follow up if it had failed.
	By the time his foot touched the ground, a screeching machine could be heard wailing through the noiseless night. Holding the boy by the wrist, she peeked curiously around one of the trees they were in the alleyway of. On the opposite end of the road, which was built thereupon a bridge of branches fashioned together to form support beams underneath and suspenders overhead, as per typical Vespin architecture, was the culprit for the racket. It was a large orange box filled with grinding and screaming saw blades, recognizable as being a wood chipper. It droned deafeningly, with no consideration for those who might be trying to sleep, as a rodent in uniform fed it rotten wood to shred. Along with sawdust, it puffed out a rainbow of smoke, crystal residue, from a pipe, and Christine could vaguely see, squinting to do so, the receptacle for feeding the mechanism shards of its fuel source. Restless civilians either stood in the doorways of their homes or stared angrily down from their windows, a few having scurried out onto the limbs that protruded from the buildings which helped form the canopy rooftops, their legs dangling and arms folded in wait for the fearsome sound to cease.
	The inconsiderate worker would pause in between shredding more and more unusable lumber. He stared as if longingly into the blades, and Christine suddenly felt a baleful anticipation. The boy she was with nudged her in the side and gestured toward the chipper with a nod when she turned to inquire about something, glancing to see that the man’s paws had grasped the edges of the funnel used to load in the wood and was hoisting himself up, an unbalanced foot propped in the deadly maw of the mechanism. He was climbing inside… Knowing she had to do something, the Time Lady dashed in his direction.
	“No…!” she cried, but it was too late. The roar of violently chewed bark became the grotesque mangling of flesh, bones, and blood, each of these things spraying firstly from the slot the rodent flung his body into, and then as a cloud from the bellowing pipe. The harrowing sight of his morbid self-inflicted execution became a gnarly scent of death permeating the air, and his skeleton cracked and popped in the saws, until they gnawed fruitlessly before the device shut down, overloaded and jammed with blue fur and silver gore. A few shrill shrieks escaped the lips of terrified observers, where doors and window panes were slammed shut as many fled to their houses. More disconcerting, however, were those few who clapped and cheered, and the Time Lady searched for these sadists who delighted in the macabre sight, but in her confusion could find no one, and could only return, with a hand partially covering her view, to the display of carnage that half oozed from the front of the wood chipper.
	Her companion and fellow witness, who she was alone standing in the middle of the streets with, since everyone else had cowered, approached and flashed her something of a gloating look.
	“I realize the Tardis wouldn’t have brought me here without a reason,” thought the Time Lady aloud, rubbing her temples before streaking her paw through her blonde locks, “but this is more than I could have ever expected.” Her words were now meant for the teen, where she said, masking her disturbed condition, “You have to know what’s going on." There was a pause in her sentence as she thought fast. Oddly enugh.it seams to grow darker, a vile stench begins to foul the air like death, as the forest grows cold. The fur on the back of Christine’s neck begins to rise. A sickening slurping and wet popping sucking sound begins to bubble from across the street…
	She turns around, looking from right to left… the street seaming so ark so unlighted, the sun’s light seems to have left blocked out by the canopy or a cloud most likely. Her eyes pan right then left. Slowly. Her breath coms out a fog as she shivers. Nothing seems out of place though, There the Bakery still under construction as was before, woo chipper stopped broken, empty silver blood splattered all around, some black ooze… “Do, do you notice anything strange about this my boy?” she asks the lad in her company, no answer comes. “Boy answer me, hello?” she turns around slowly.
	The boy stands there motionless, a blank vacant stare on his face. Cold foggy breath pours from his mouth. His eyes are empty pale white, devoid of anything normal he’s muttering under his breath a strange tongue “sgn'wahl shagg fm'latgh mnahn' gof'nnog. Chaugnar Faugn lloig Hasturor llll fm'latgh hrii kadishtu n'gha Yoggoth h'ron goka ron hrii Shub-Niggurath, Nyarlathotep s'uhn shagg ph'ftaghu ooboshu nog sgn'wahl Dagon kadishtu nog y'hahagl. H'gof'nn Hastur hlirgh geb ftaghu, nnnvulgtm sll'ha geb.”   She stares at him a gasp in fear. Her hand goes to her mouth “Ohhh no, oh dear. This sounds bad.
	She grabs the boy “no time to sort this out now, I need to get you away from this wicked place!”
But as she turns boy in tow, she sees it, this, thing, a mangled bloody pulsing writhing mas of twisted an torn bones an blood, thick cold silver oozes from its empty eye sockets as black muck drips from its organs and joints its long tongue licking the black ooze up.  Its..its..its what remains of the worker after hurling himself through the wood chipper horrific just to look at. “sgn'wahl shagg fm'latgh mnahn' gof'nnog , hrii Shub-Niggurath, ron hrii Nyarlathotep s'uhn y'hahagl y'hahagl y'hahagl .” Both the young boy and the creature say in unison in a dark UN natural an unsettling voice. The creature then lunges at Christine, who thinking fast grabs the boy and rolls off the street falling over the side. 
	As she and the boy fall she grabs onto a rusty steam pipe that was running along the side of the road, but it breaks as hot steam pours over her fur an flesh scalding her but she holds on gritting her teeth as her blue flesh sizzles an pops from the heat., it swings violently downward in an arc. Creaking it comes to an abrupt stop, throwing the two into a store window roughly, glass shattering all over as they tumble like rag dolls into a vacant clothing shop. –Cough Cough- comes Christine’s gaps as she groans and lays there on the floor the boy lays unconscious a black ooze leaking from his mouth, silver yet slightly red blood all over her clothes which now have big gashes in them shards of glass thought her body, but she’s ok mostly just a load of flesh wounds, shell be ok after a cold glass of Maple Creamed Whisky. The boy has similar but not as extensive injury’s some silver blood here and there but not as much as hers. She places a paw on her right breast, counting to 20, and then moves to her left breast, and again counts to 20. She sighs in relief “Good good, a little excited but both still relatively fine, takes more than an abomination or two to beat this old girl I hope to say”  Groaning she slowly pulls her purse towards herself an begins to slowly and painfully rummage through it, until she produces a flask. “Ahhh just what I needed a good stiff pick me up!” 
	About an hour or so later the young lad awakens to find both himself and the odd woman in a clothing store a closed one by the looks of it, a dusty dilapidated storage room, mold and wood rot thought the tree, the wood smelling of death. Back room to be exact. She is looking worse for wear, with multiple make shift bandages all over her soaking up her blood. Which has a slight red color to it? “Welcome back young one, I had to drag you here as soon as I regained my strength, couldn’t risk our friend coming looking for us once more. “  He seems lost “Friend? What friend…. And why is your blood um red? That’s kina freaky… you’re not another one of those things are you? “she shakes her head “oh no my blood, ahh yes, well im not entirely pure blood Vespin you see.“  OH I’ve hear of that , Must be from one of the Colonies then I gather? Lots of strange folk out there.”  She would nod “Something like that. Now tell me have any idea of whats going on here?”  The boy ponders looking around the small filthy room there now in, he sees a cup with something in it, grabbing it in his right paw he takes a sip , the sweet cool taste surprises him, an delights him making him quickly downs the rest , he clears his throat an speaks “no the Empty one? I.I thought they were just a rumor. A fairy tale to scare us. But I was growing soo depressed. Im homeless. I wanted to end my life an accept the blackness of being alone in death, the pain spoke to me, told me I had to suffer that I deserved to be in agony, suffering was the path for me.  I can’t believe the nightmares were real, those twisted and empty things, there called The Black Ones….” He’s in shock that his nightmares have come to be real.  “Where even are we? Wasn’t it like 13:30? How we get here? Didn’t folks stop you?”
	“Well that’s just it, the place seams deserted. There’s no one here, and everything is old dusty moldy and in much disrepair. It’s like, the forest is dead!” She stops talking looking to the boy as he seems worried about this. The boy then pipes up “We need to get out of here, this place gives me the creeps!” 
	 “I agree, though I do suppose we ought to find my Tardis first, as I was rather rudely interrupted playing a game of Imperial Jet 5000, I was in the Crystal Island race track too winning the race mind you. Must have hit a rouge time pocket or some such bothersome energy, flinging me from my arcade." The young lad just wonders what in the red moon she’s rambling on about confused as she uses words he's never heard. Turning to him now "So young lad what is your name?  You may call me Christine." Shrugging the boy rolls his eyes “Call me Olben Madam, Olben Pinepaw, Orphan and Thief, I rob from the rich and feed myself."
	Frowning she ruffles through her white slightly rain bowed purse mumbling "Hardly Robin Hood are we, but I suppose he just needs a good mother....hmmm a lovely idea, " she then speaks up now with an odd small metal wand in her paw , most likely an auto wand. "So you know all that stuff I ramble on about, would you care to join me and have me explain it to you?" the boy is hungry and dirty, and confused and annoyed so grumpy bout it comes " Yes I would be a nicety to be able to lay claim I'm not in company of a loony lass, I'll follow Madam." Christine smiles then and begins operating the wand it emits a high pitched weeeing sound and she looks at a small display on it and begins to follow where it leads her "Well on we go then, good to meet you Olben Pinepaw , I'll just call you Olben if you don't mind awfully ok Hun?"  With that the two depart heading where the wand leads them.  
	Heading out from where the two were hiding Olben sees that the hallway is covered in a thick black mold the tree around them seams dead, old long dry patches of silver run the length of the hallway, bloody paw prints on the walls, as though someone was dragged still alive and fighting, a thick dark myst fills the air, they walk along passing a door Christine had boarded up hastily it bangs and rattles as Olben passes it causing him to jump. She grabs onto him as she ushers him along. “Our friend seems to have found us, luckily he shall need to take the scenic route, come along” 
	A little later they come to an upper level maintenance door, the first accessible door they have found. Heading inside reveals an Elevator room, the Central Shaft to be precise, there’s a plaque next to it. Christine walks over to summon it, but pressing the call button yields nothing. “Ohh bother. Now what??” As she rests her paws on her hips annoyed. Olben then seams to see something on the plaque and goes to read it “To those that seek salvation from these depths trust the sword and walk with the Guardian. “  Christine looks to him perplexed “what?” she leans in closer to take a look and notices an indentation in the plaque as though something could be inserted. “Most interesting…seems to be some sort of locking mechanism.”
“I suppose we need to look for a key I take it?” Christine says, walking back towards the hallway and looking round for any other open doors or pathways. But just as Christine pokes here head out, does a guttural and haunting wailing sound echo out, the tree shakes as the lights grow dark. She sees from the way they came a pale light faint blue an coming closer, a hot sticky coldness in the air, the light….its writhing “run” she grabs Olben’s paw and sprints own the opposite hallway.  A strange sensation washes over the two, cold clammy claustrophobic, the wood begins to turn ark blue and purple hues, pulsing rotting smelling of meat. Slimy cold dead. “Oh my why, what’s happening madam?” the small boys cry’s in fear. “Flesh, its Flesh!”  The tree pulses, breathes the walls and floor flesh, arms and faces forming biting grabbing, the hall begins to shrink. “Were going to be pope like zits!!”  They begin to feel the cold fleshy walls close in on them smothering them, growing tighter and tighter. But Christine sees something, a ladder!  Grabbing it she pulls herself up with all her might. Slowly, rung by rung, harder to breathe by the minute, tighter, bones begins to pop. But then freedom! Now on the next floor she finds a key on the floor, picking it up she turns and pulls Olben up “No please. Let me die. Let me get crushed like tash.it feels good! “She slaps him “No snap out of it, were safe now. The walls aren’t flesh, there not closing in!” he opens his eye. Only to see there both still in the Elevator room, back to. Well semi normal at least. “What? Happened what was that? Hallucination, leading us to the trash compactor, but look, I found the key!” Inserting it causes the elevator doors to open up, inside is a Pegasus brand Revolver fully loaded and a box of ammo “Interesting... I think I’ll keep it” she says leading the boy in and pressing the up button.  
As the Elevator begins its accent, the place grows dark and foggy. Lights flash some, they feel groggy sick even, and both pass out.  
“Hay hello  ...mam? Wake up?” Christine awakens when a violent slap crashes across her face, her eyes open to discover a scene of a crowed elevator in a busy  clean an fully in use mall. “Are you alight? The elevator just arrive with you two passed out in it. An your all injured.” A mall cop lady says worried to them. “No. were fine, must have dosed of, but I refrain from using this lavatory any time soon ok? Come Olben, to my Tardis” 
	  	 20 min's later after climbing up two levels taking a left at a nearby 4 way road and winding up next to a pub the two have located the Tardis. "What the bleeding moon is that great big box? And that meant to be art?? looks gaudy I say" She would just smile " Ahh this would be what an Arcade Machine looks like when I'm from, and yes I did say when once were inside you shall see." The box is Blue Pink and Purple arranged in what an earth person would describe as 80's artwork the name written in stylized glowing writing reads "Imperial Jet 5000" the artwork depicts a futuristic looking car gliding along a race track on a crystal beach at break neck speeds and scantily clad Vespin men holding big golden and ruby trophies. 
	It looks as though it can only seat two people inside the play booth. Another large stylized name at the back reads "Rainbow Studios Games” in a distinctly different font, clearly the company logo. "What is an Arcade Machine?" the young boy asks. "I'll explain latter, in you go"
	Sighing he climbs on in having a seat at one of the chairs. Controls of the vehicle your racing inside Christine takes the other seat closing the doors. She hands him a small coin as she inserts one herself into the slot on her side "inset and input the following code. She begins narrating the code as she inputs it: she pulls up, then pulls up again then pushes down twice. The banks left then right, then left and right again. She then hits the brakes and then accelerates and lastly hits start " follow me Hun, Up , Up , Down , Down, Left, Right, Left, Right, Brake, Accelerate, Start" 
	As the two enter the code the seats begin to move downward like an elevator, going down only one floor, the boy is confused there box went. Down how? It was sitting on solid tree." But the odd woman smiles as she opens the doors. Instead of the outside. The two are now in a massive room, well a small roomette that's part of a larger room separated into an alcove. There’s arcade machines of all kinds of games blaring there digital sounds. The place is very fancy. Black floors with shapes all over it in many colors. The walls are all blue with golden highlights and have tons of circle things all over them. Pink and purple neon lights all over the place the smell of popcorn and pizza gently wafting from a far off room elsewhere. 
	In the main room proper is a large open space tons of chairs and tables all white or blue the table’s crystal or silver maybe marble white. In the center is an ornate silver console with a neon purple n pink time rotor not moving though, the console has some golden highlights and polished blue and ruby controls to contrast the majestic silver. The entire place looking like a highly retro styled 80's overload arcade.
	 "Welcome to my Tardis, The Rose Tiara as I properly call her, named her after my favorite video game McGuffin, a clever reference to Tales of Eternity: The Weeping Throne. I love the Eternity series’ most beautiful series of RPG's ever in my option. “She rambles on.
	The boy’s mouth is agape as he lets his perplexed gaze wander about the ship, the hum of the temporal and impulse engines the aroma of light magic from various household appliances, odd on the whole the scent of magic is heavy in such lavish places.
	"Wh.  Where are we now how'd we move you a sorceresses?" She smiles shaking her head no, were still inside the box, and just came into the proper inside." The sound of electric funky hard beating 80's like music floats through the air, the Tardis programmed to have an auto jukebox function within this room. "How can you not be a Sorceress? A place bigger on the inside? That's magic if I ever did see it...though why can't I smell it?"  She would lead the boy to a seat having him rest on down, going over to a cold soda machine she looks and gets two Royal Nut Colas each smoke roasted flavor. Sitting down she opens a bottle and hands it to him enjoying her own beverage. The cool earthy warm smoky toasty nutty fizzy flavor of the Vespin beverage washes down her throat
	 'Ahhhhhh' "Refreshing, now this is what you call a Type 70 Tardis, it is both a home and a ship that I and my family use to travel both time and space, for I am a Time Lady, meaning I'm not Vespin despite looking like one had myself altered you see, had to really if I wanted to truly be an active participant in my family. The Time Ladies and Time Lords are an Alien race from the planet Galifray, no doubt your warp gate based space travel doesn't allow you much real access to the galaxy, seeing as it has limited range and can only travel to worlds that can be divined beforehand, that's the trouble with magic based space travel, plus your never actually in space just massive portal on the planet's surface made of carved crystal gates." 
	He thinks a moment... “So you’re an off wordier? Seams to explain some things, but time travel?" he looks to the soda, never having seen one, but takes a swig. Mmmmmmm “My that is good, like nuts and cream in the morning, only fizzy and less cream."
	As the two sit and relax, the boy mulling over who this lady is  Christine thinking of how best to approach this current dilemma of Vespin committing ghastly suicides , drinking her pop slowly as her scheming intellect begins to ponder and work. They sit for a while, when suddenly Olben faints, quickly setting her drink down Christine goes to him and tries to wake him up. 
	It is at this time that a door on the south side of the room opens in walking three men and a small girl. One man has light yellow orange fur and steel gray eyes no hair on the head aside from fur he wears only a small pair of swimming boxers showing off his handsome masculine body and outlining his maleness nicely, the other two are similar dressed and all are soaking wet the water glistens on their fluffy manly furred bodies like dew. The other two men who's fur and eye color in order from left to right are brown with some blue with orange eyes and short sunset color hair, then red with some white and magnetic purple eyes no hair. The girl a small child is in a cute young girls bathing outfit. She has soft white fur with a few bits of black, long black hair. Emerald green eyes. 
	The lot in order are Gordon, Clark, Lance and Sasha. Her three husbands and daughter, seeing them makes her smile warmly and she is drawn to their masculine appeal letting herself drink there forms in with her eyes as such thoughts come to mind. "Hay there love, what's going on? Who's the kid?" asks Gordon. "This is Olben, swimming I see I ought to join in next time if three men will swim with me hehehe, mind helping me with th..." But as she speaks he wakes up. " ughhh that felt like I hit a wall.. My head is much clearer now" His demeanor seams much more contented and amusing somehow, like a darkness has lifted from his mind....
	Curious Christine takes out her silver sonic screw driver again, the "wand" from before if you recall, and begins to scan the boy wondering if indeed something's anew with his status. Looking into the small read out she finds indeed it is, there's distinct negative cosmic residue, as though something was in him but left... Something like a malevolent mind influencing him to feel sad depressed and...Suicidal.... But what? Running to the controls she begins to scan the entire forest for more of this malignant signature.
	" Ok  long story short you three , we hit a time pocket or something I was flung out cause someone didn't lock the door , were now in the middle of the Vandethin era somewhere in main land Maple Dew and there's something going round making folks off themselves and I believe I've found the source, deep pockets of, gas! That’s it, a highly toxic, highly hallucinogenic gas OH no… This is Black gas, this is from the darkest depths of haunted caves, and highly present on the red moon. Known to cause insomnia, Dark and Morbid hallucinations, suicidal desires an exposes ones min for……demonic possession! But how did it get so think in normal surface air?? I’m guessing someone’s pumping it in deliberately, trying to recreate the nightmare world high Black gas concentrations ten to cause, good thing were in the Tardis, its cleaning our system of the poison. “hmmmm Most direct Route to the source would be the Royal Palace of the Local Countess of this forest, most palaces ten to be built from a core tree that goes all the way own to the bed rock”
	As she explains and sets the controls to said location Gordon comes up behind her and brings her into a warm loving embrace, she can feel his egger love tease at her backside in his passion for her as he kisses her neck and nibbles her fur. The other two men laugh some and explain things in simpler terms to the small girl so her little mind can understand, they leave to go wash up and dress. This causes Christine to blush hotly as she feels herself begin to grow warm and moist between her legs glowing with her true feelings. Mmmmmmm "ohhhh Sweetie not now there's work to be done Gordon mmmm don't, stop hehehe mmmm I've told you not to do this to me while I'm pursuing a case."  
	He releases her smiling " Oh I know, but I prefer to let my favorite wife know her favorite big strong man always wants her, always loves her, mm besides it sounds like this thing we, and yes we face spreads pain and depression so we need the power of love to fight it naturally so I'm going to wash and dress...in something fitting the times and join you on this little adventure you had best not leave without me”  
	Before she may protest the danger he leaves out the north door down the hall way. In her frustration she grumbles "Aggghh Fine be that way lets all go happy fun time rumpus room into the den of an unknown evil WHY NOT, Goddess protect us...." -Vorrrrrrrrrrrp Voorrrrrp Vorrrrrrrrrrrp-

	Its a few moments later before everyone is ready to leave the Tardis. Olben has been bathed and washed and given a clean pair of clothes the same design but freshly made. Christine is still in her outfit from before, though a fresher one. She seems to like it.  Gordon is dressed in a long coat with a pattern of interlocking brown and golden diamond shapes on it. A blue under shit and long brownish gold Pants, with black shoes.  Christine laughs at him seeing her husband in this old fashioned get up, its comical, a man as modern as him putting on such an archaic get up.  "Hehehehe oh look at you, you look soo cute in that hahaha! Wow. For a guy that likes T Shirts and leather Jackets, you sure pull off the embroidered poofy dress coat just fine" alluding to the way the undershirt has these poofy bits that puff out from the neck and hand holes, to give the thing a foppy look. 
	He would sigh and crack his neck, then take a swig from a bottle of soda. "Yes dear, I do look rather silly like this but this is what was worn during these times, may we please get going and solve this mystery already? Goddess take a picture why don't you? it will last longer.."  He does not seem as amused by his outfit as his wife to say the least. She nods still giggling hysterically to herself as she grabs him by the arm and rests her head on his shoulder sweetly "Let's go then Pumpkin"
	Olben, Gordon and Christine steep out from the Tardis Elevator seats, Christine closing the doors behind them. They have appeared to metalize in a food larder Olben nicking some candied nuts for himself while Christine nor her Husband were looking.  "Ok everyone. Be quiet and we will slip into the basement as if were lost guests, Whatever you do don't nick anything, Clear?" -crunch munch ca crunch- her words are answered with the distinct sound of a hungry child greedily eating candied nuts... "Ohh bother, really Olben you couldn't wait five minutes?? Goddess what am I going to do with you?" As she scolds the child, yet still lets him eat, because it’s not too big a deal, a female voice from outside speaks footsteps approach "What is that racket? Is someone in the food larder? Come out of there, if you’re hungry ask the help, that is our job after all no need to wander off looking for morsels to stuff in your faces" 
	The door opens to reveal a rather annoyed Chef looking at them "And who exactly are you and your hungry child? hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm?" she hangs on her last syllable in a purposefully irritating and angry way. Digging something out from her purse real fast she shows her a blank piece of paper held in a cute little pink card case. "Were VIP's for the party, with special permission, Tree and Forest Preservation Committee you see? have to inspect every tree top to bottom, don't want the forest rotting from under our feet now do we?" the chef smiles reluctantly aggg shoulda known , darn bother the lot of you. always dropping in uninvited and demandin ta look in every stinkin nook n cranny of our palace.  The trees are just fine thank you very much and you ought to know that were good tenants, were the royal ouse after all, we make the bleeding rules you gits. " she does seam satisfied by the blank paper though oddly enough , Christine smiles as she walks off a wee bit and whispers to Olben "Physic paper ". Then speaks up "I'm sure you are annoyed but it's our job. Do you really want to leave the health of the trees to chance? Where would we live if not for the trees?"  The Chef seams to just shrug "very well you've run of the place far as I'm concerned." 
	After securing the paper away back into her purse Christine and her companions are lead out from the rather large and ornate kitchens, where they pass by cocks and waiters all hustling and bustling as they prepare meals for all the guests in the main dining and banquet halls. Lead into a long pink carpeted and soft blue wooden hallway. Tons of fancy paintings and furniture decorate the hall as well as bright crystal chandlers glowing with magical light as well as candles. 
	Looking around, Christine takes Olben and Gordon off to the side of the hallway there currently in. “ok, so were about to look for a way into the framework of the forest, the root systems, normally off limits but were Forestry workers now hehe however let’s not expose ourselves to any further Black Gas. So I’ve brought these, pleas don them now” She produces three gas masks from her purse an passes them out. Slipping hers over her face and sealing it. There Imperial Solder Omni Breathing masks, exactly the kin worn by Rose Empire solders in the year she is from. Olben seeing Christine do so, files with his and try’s to get it on, but doesn’t exactly get it right causing her to sigh through the mask –Shh ahh No no Here let me help dear shhhhh- her voice now coming through the voice processing module an sounding a ta filtered, electronic a slight touch of static. Grabbing the boys head firmly, but carefully, she fastens the mask to him and seals it. –ssssshhhh this feels strange a bit uncomfortable. Shhhhhh—
	As she does this she feels the fur on the back on her neck tingle and rise she feels the strong presence behind her, male breathing on her neck, yet the tone muffled wheezy as if behind a mask as well, panicking she turns around fast……but nothing –shhh Was there….someone? shhhhhh- her two companions are puzzled as to what she was looking at.  –shhhh Mhmm Never mind then shhhh-
	They arrive in the Maintenance room shorty there after a dark col empty room, a few supplys an equipment and a sole elevator dead center. The floor creeks an the room gives off an air of foreboeing as Christine leas the way, all the windows boarded up.  The Three pause at the elevator a deep smooth elegant male voice echoes in the back of their minds , taunting an mocking them. –shhhh No get up we must press onwards, we keep our masks on, let’s not risk anything shall we?”   Trying their best to ignore the man in there heads they continue into the elevator and press the button for down.
	As the elevator slowly descends, the air grows cold and the lights flicker. It grows darker dimer. Jolting violently the tracks seam to end, leaving the clockwork nothing to grasp, he elevator begins a free fall, own into endless blackness. – Shh Stary strong shh- Christine holds the two males closer to her in a hug. The elevator crashes down hard and violently onto a cavern floor, they are now in a deep dark place far below the surface, where no light reaches them. It’s hard to see, but luckily they have all made it relatively unharmed. –shh be careful, if there is Black gas present own here then there may be deep ones as well, the foul and nightmarish things that breathe such gas since birth.  Sh- 
	Heading out from the broken elevator into the frozen darkness, is an unsettling experience for our travelers.  Christine produces her Sonic Assistant and it begins humming while providing a small amount of light just barely enough to light a tiny path before them, Sounds of slippery and slimy thing slither and squelch in the distance, the dim flicker of her light makes things hard to tell, but, are there things crawling along the walls? Or are the walls themselves slithering?  A wind blows softly from unknown origins, a haunting sound of laughing can be faintly heard.  –Shhh – the crackle of a Voice module breaking the silence - Sweetie? Love can um can you try to make it brighter, this is giving me the willies! sh-  -shh I can try but I’m worried about drawing attention to ourselves sh-  The Light begins to grow………………
The cave is Huge, massive natural stone pillars all over, as far as the eye can see, The roots of all the trees in the forest reaching own into the ground water and deep soil.  But there are also large clusters of iron gas canisters and gas suction devices, it appears to be a mass network of gas harvesting and pressurizing, for purpose of then pumping it upwards at high pressures, there are long slippery black tentacles wrapping around some of the pillars. –sh Ohh goddess, this is impressive, wicke , but impressive sh-. An alarm begins to sound as yellow lights flash. The rock begins to melt into blue writing flesh and silver bones, skeletal horrors forming from all around them.  From seemingly nowhere a man in black doctors outfit and old fashioned tripe own very basic gas mask walks up to them, his fur is black and deep purple, the two colors almost indistinguishable. H has no true eyes just empty black sockets,  he doesn’t walk on his legs, instead multiple black slippery tentacles have burst forth from his chest and are acting as his new means of locomotion.  “I see you face to face at last, an talk with my own mouth, you did well to get this far, but you no lie in this black hole of death an fear with me, and of course the powers of the Old Ones hehehe”    As he laughs the entire cavern seams to echo with a curious of laughter as if from a thousand different voices, from all directions.
	Isiah raises his hand then, an out goes the light of the Sonic Assistant.  There in the blackness as water runs and far winds blow, Christine feels slimy tentacles begin to wrap around her belly arms neck, chocking her –shhh Help me…. Madam!! I’m scared! Ahhhh sh- -shh Aghhhhhhhh Help me Christine! There crawling over my body! They’re going to eat me! Sh- Her companions are in peril and she is locked in terror, she can feel her hearts race. Whispering voices all around her, so close to her. In one ear one moment, hot yet cold breath touching her, then the other ear the next. They whisper of the Old Ones, Dark Gods, and Black Lords -shhh No, No you won’t have my fear, I know what you are I know what you’re trying to do The gas, the need to make us afraid, you haven’t killed us no, you want us to have every drop of fear poured into your black hearts, then you have us kill ourselves, so you can inhabit our bodies. That’s literally all you are Nightmares born of pure fear it’s what you thrive on. Well I’ve got news for you not from me! Sh-
	“Why don’t you take your mask off…..and breathe a bit?”   As he says this a slimy tentacle worms its way up into her mask and pushing, pulling, painfully pops it off from the Time Lays face. She begins to hear music, as thousands of candles begin to alight. Dr. Isiah’s mask off as well, what should be a mouth is a oozing dripping mass of teeth and tentacles.  He is now sitting in front of a large glowing device like a cross between an organ and a control panel, the steam pipes blowing his  melody, deep organ music that conjures up dark and dream like imagery when heard.  But that’s not all, that has change, all the flesh, it’s now a pulsing red, no longer blue or purple, no longer Vespin, but hard red deep and demonic, the tentacles from the celling that seemed to just be all over have revealed there origin… a massive cephalopod creature with a million eyes burning into Christine’s very soul.
	Christine begins to sweat and feel her chest tighten up. The fear has her griped in agony. “UGhhhh h. wh………… what do you hope to accomplish? Unleashing this gas, calling fourth the nightmares it summons, what’s the point? Death chaos? Darkness? World domination? “Isiah looks to the trapped time lady shaking his head “o, no, no. I need the fear, the belief it shall instill, to help open a portal to the outer realms, where the old ones and Dark Gods dwell. To help fertilize this world so that us deep ones may thrive here!”  She shakes her head “there is another way, you don’t have to unleash this nightmare, this gas while it helps your people, it truly servers another, the Lords of the Abyss, you know, those cheerful fellows who stand only for death, terror and agony. I’m pretty sure only a handful of your precious Elder god’s actually like being associated with the Abyss?” 
	In anger he slaps her across the face with a tentacle “What other way is there? If I must bargain with demons to establish homes for my people, then I do what I must, damned the consequences!”  hehehehe She laughs in his face  despite her terror “ Come now I don’t truly think you believe that?  Know as well as you do, that you do potently see another way. And you’re doing this purely because you feel pressure for results.”  Looking to her “what would you have me do then?”  points to the  set up “it’s not too late, stop it, destroy it, cleanse the gas from those infected, And I promise you, it can be great, like Dependence ……yes that’s a name you know great city, lives in perfect harmony with humans only take  what is asked for beforehand. They have all there ducks in a row, now look at you bumbling around with an ancient demonic gas you know nothing about and bartering with sprits from realms even your gods dare not dwell.  I pity you”
	Isiah begins to ponder to himself and looks around.  “Your right. All I see here is fear an Death, this is not a womb from which life can spring, this is a tomb to bury the dead. “ The tentacles release the group, and then begin to attack the nightmare creatures, the massive octopus thing with the many eyes turning its rage to the shambling corpses an twisted abominations spawned from the gas Isiah begins to play a ne tune on the organ thing. Fast, angry and desperate it sounds, the entire cave trembles Christine vision goes from demonic red living caves, to blue and purple, but then she doubles over in pain along with her companions, violently throwing up a mass of black  ooze.  “The .ah hoo the song, its..its cleansing this place, us….. Thank you Isiah, I knew you see reason!”  To which h looks to her and her companions “Go hurry to the elevator get out of here, this entire cave system is liable to collapse when these machines explode, I’m reversing he pressure it won’t be long now” as if on cue the cave rumbles again as steam bursts an hisses from pipes, the massive network of gas collection an distribution machines is pumping the gas in but not out. Over pressurizing the canisters. Its really going to blow!  “But sir? The Elli she’s gone fallen to pieces!” cries Olben “no, illusion I forced upon you. She’s right as rain, full tank of steam an everything” 
	With that they run for it, dogging skeletons and watching as Frog People an Squid like monsters battle corpses an nightmares, the two once unified forces of darkness no at each other’s throats. . Christine and the others make it to the elevator which is in perfect order on the rails ready to go. Pressing the button for up the steam powered elevator roars to live as its clockwork clanks an winds up, pulling its self-upwards.    
	No sooner then they reach the floor they got into the elevator in the first place then they hear a large rumbling explosion from a place deep own below. “How. How did you do that? Reason with that. Creature? “, she pats Gordons head “now now love, id assume you recall my usual strategy. I took a gamble. I was out of ideas and made a please to emotion, and I got lucky on that mention of Dependence, that is technically a project still in the works an wont really come to fruition for a good may years yet, but I was hoping this Dr. Isiah was high enough on the rung to know of the plain, an what it represents. A true chance for piece and hope for their people, true co-existence with races not from the deep and dark places, and I simply got lucky.”
	An so after a good night’s rest the trio departed, Christine officially adopting Olben as her son to look after the lad. What wonderful adventures await them next time?

		Next Time
The game is afoot, as a dead body is found in The Library, an all the suspects seem to have an alibi, hats really going on here, and who is this mysterious Professor N only talked about in whispers? Tune in next time, in 
Library of Shadows. 
And after that
Welcome to the tropical island of Dependence, a lovely fishing and mining town off the coast of the USA.
Where the latest Princess is about to be crowned. A shining example that humans and Deep ones can peacefully co-exist. But all is not well in Dependence. Strange eggs have been spotted and people have been going missing, what is this Alien presence disrupting the pleasant Island town? Find out in
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All Family’s nee a goo vacation right? So welcome one and all to Crystal Island! The mega Amusement park where dreams come true for old and young alike! What could possibly go wrong? Find out in
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You know what’s nice?  Farm fresh food and a nice autumn night and what better to warm you up when things begin to grow chili? A nice bowl of Golden Gourds Mushroom Medley creamed soup! That’s what we farm here at Golden Gourds Cavern’s only the finest and freshest Pumpkin head Mushrooms. Just try not to wonder off on our little tour, we wouldn’t want any accidents now would we? But what’s really going on here find out in
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