-He starts to descend-
-There's a rumbling building underground-
The problem was age. The older the mind, the more it resisted the forced mindlink. And the more the TARDIS resisted. So... a child was volunteered.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Omnipotence. Omniscience. And a terrified child. It lashed out.
-The ground shudders again-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Reaches the bottom floor-
-It is a dimly lit hallway, and in bad shape-
I— he knew. But he didn't stop it in time. The child and the TARDIS became inextricably linked. A single consciousness, single form, a single minute it was alive and it almost tore the planet apart. Not because it was scared, or angry. But because it could feel it. All of it. Every moment of suffering in the war, as if it had felt it for itself. It wanted it to stop, and it didn't care how.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?Every moment of its life was a nightmare it couldn't wake up from. By then it was too powerful to destroy. But it couldn't control its own power. So the Time Lords had a brief moment of advantage, and they didn't waste it. A hole in dimensions was torn. The Child was hurled into the void. Never to return. I'd hoped it had died. Or at least found peace in the nothingness. But no.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

So the Nightmare Child is a TARDIS gone crazy? If I'm getting that right.
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