You woke up with a throbbing headache and a loud ringing in your ears. A bright light shone right intk your eyes as you blinked to help your eyes adjust. You heard a scream off to your left but you couldn't turn your head to see the source, finding your cranium was being held in place by a metal contraption. After a quick assessment, you realize that your waist, wrists, and ankles are also stapped down and you begin to panic.

  "Hello?!" you call. "Is anyome there?!"

  "The human is awake," you hear a robotic-like voice respond.

  'Oh no,' you think, quickly recognizing the sound. You knew that voice all too well. The Cybermen. You and the Doctor had encountered them once before together, but you had never been alone with them before. "Wh-what do you want with me?" you ask, already knowing the answer but dreading the outcome.

  "You are compatible. You will become one of us. You will be upgraded."

  Out of the corner of your eye you can see one of the tall cybernetically augmented humanoids. It was identical in every way to the other members of it's 'race', the silver shell gleaming in the bright light above you.

  "No, no, mate! You've got it all wrong here," you protest frantically. "You see, I'm not compatible," you say, "Last time we ran into your kind, they said I wasn't right! That I wouldn't make a good Cyber-bot! Now, you shouldn't argue with your buddies!"

  "That was a different time. We have been modified. You are now compatible. You will be upgraded. You will be upgraded."

  "No! No, please! You don't want to do this!" you beg, watching as the metal man reached for the control panel. "The Doctor will come after you if you harm me! He'll destroy you all!"

  "The Doctor is not here. The Doctor has failed to defeat us in the past. You will feel nothing soon," the Cyberman spoke, looking at you with empty metallic eyes.

  "Begin cyber-conversion," you hear a different Cyberman speak, somewhere to your left. You watch in horror as a heavy metal finger presses down on the large red button in the middle of the consol. A scream escapes your lungs as large snippers and drills slowly decend from above you.

  Suddenly, the comforting swooshing noise of your favorite time and space traveling ship is heard. The door creaks open and a tall, skinny Timelord bounds out, waving around his trusty sonic screwdriver. He turns two angry brown eyes toward the Cyberman. "Alright you lot! Release my friend now, or face the consequences!" he yells in his strong Scottish accent.

  "The Doctor is here! Delete! Delete!" the metal humanoids screech. "You are not compatible! Delete! Delete!" Loud footsteps sound as the Cybermen march towards the Doctor. None of them show any signs of fear or retreat as he brandishes his screwdriver at them.

  "I thought the screwdriver didn't work on Cybermen!" you yell, terrified for both your life and the Doctor. The large clippers inch closer and closer and you panic more, struggling against your bonds.

  "It doesn't!" the Doctor yells back. "But they wouldn't 'ave known that if you wouldn't 'ave said anything!"

  "Oh, I'm so sorry," you call sarcastically, "I was just a bit distracted by the garden shears in my face!"

  "Oi! I'm workin' on it!"

  "Delete! Delete! Delete!"

  Quick as a mongoose, the Doctor ran straight past the metal abominations and with a mighty hit, pushed the red button which turned off the contraption you were attached to. He unlatched you from your constraints and helped you off the surgical table and you both turned around to face the small army of alien lifeforms.

  "Delete! Delete!"

  "Doctor, what do we do?!"

  The Timelord thought for a short moment before turning to you. "We're going to have to out-maneuver them, Y/N. They're heavy, so they can't run as fast as we can," he explains. "On my count of three, you run left, and I go right. Then we circle around to the T.A.R.D.I.S. Got it?" You nod, unsure and get in position to sprint. "On my mark. Ready?"

  "Delete!"

  "Oh, shut it!" the Doctor remarks. "Okay... three!"

  The two of you take off, running in separate directions, confusing the Cybermen. You ran with all your might, as fast as your legs would carry you. Traveling in a large half-circle around your foes, you reach the T.A.R.D.I.S. in time for the Doctor to fling open the door. The Doctor runs to the control panel and yanks back a lever, causing his ship to decend from her spot in the Cybermen's lair.

  "Are you alright, Y/N?" he asks, catching his breath.

  "Other than nearly becoming an emotionless robot? Yeah... Just peachy," you retort.

  "I am so sorry. I promise, I will never let something like that happen to you again... actually, I can't promise that," he says, letting his head hang.

  You laugh. "I'm counting on it, my dear Doctor." You walk to him and wrap your arms around his torso, pulling him into a big hug, which he happily returns. "So, where to next?" you question, reluctantly pulling away.

  "How would you like to visit the most relaxing planet in the galaxy? Literally. It's called Diadem..."