The story isn’t over yet

“This is not the end of the story. What happened next?” “Wow, nothing slips past you does it? Very well.”

“After millennia of deep sleep the pod opened up and I awoke to a shock. I was not in the desolate landscape that I had expected, but instead I was stark naked in front of a large group of tourists flashing cameras at me in a large building. As I gazed around my surroundings I realised that I was in a museum, and had been kept as an exhibit alongside the paintings and sculptures that had been made of me from my time in Delphox 9. I rushed out of the museum with haste, the cameras capturing my butt as I ran. Normally I would’ve killed every single person in that exhibit but I had just emerged from suspended animation and so all my faculties hadn’t properly returned yet. Besides it wouldn’t have mattered, The door to the pod had been made of glass and so however long I had been in that exhibit everyone would’ve gotten a look anyways.”

“I emerged into the city and went to the nearest information terminal. Turns out that I’d overslept 20 years and I was also now on the neighbouring planet of Delphox 8, I concluded that historians from this planet must’ve discovered me when they went searching through Delphox 9. I took comfort in knowing that I was at least much closer to salvation but I was still permanently naked as from the Ravenous’ perspective it still had 80 years of hibernation to go.”

“After a long walk to a nearby spaceport I convinced a crew to take me to Delphox 9. It was an aggravating journey, the crew kept on glancing over at me and trying to strike up conversation, I resisted the urge to kill them as I didn’t want to risk crashing the ship and having to trek threw the deserts. When we landed at the sight where I knew my TARDIS to be I found that it was no longer there. I realised that in my hazy, post awakened state of desperation I had failed to consider that the archeologists might’ve also found my TARDIS and taken it back with them as well.”

“I was also now faced with a new problem, that being the crew. I had promised them a very handsome reward when we arrived here (with a little help from hypnosis, I mean who would ever believe that a naked woman could pay them?) and I had planned to kill them once we arrived. But now I had to convince them to take me back to Delphox 8, when I told them that it was a wasted journey and we had to go back they immediately grabbed both my arms and handcuffed my feet together and my hands behind my back. They explained that they had been listening to the news channels and had learned that the Delphox 9 museum were paying 10,000 credits for the recovery of their most famous exhibit. I tried to hypnotise the captain but the other crew members noticed this and ductaped my mouth shut.”

“Now I’ve always managed to get out of situations like these thanks to various tricks up my sleeve, but here I had no sleeves, so I could do nothing but hop around the cargo hold like a trussed up chicken. When we arrived back a legless, hovering robot from the museum handed the captain his money, picked me up, put me over it’s shoulder and carried me to the museum, keeping a tight grip on my buttocks as we traveled. Once we arrived at the museum it simply threw me back into the cryogenic pod and left, I realised that due to the museum being fully automated I was never classified as a living exhibit and so I was no different to a statue in their eyes, this also thankfully meant that no one attempted to refreeze me.”

“However, the door to the pod took a good 10 minutes to push open due to it’s heavy mechanism. I had to press my hole body up to the glass due to my hands still being cuffed so plenty of tourists got good photos of my squished up breasts. After finally opening the door, I had to hop around like a bunny rabbit due to my restraints as I combed through the exhibit area I was in, nothing. The security robots were alerted and they threw me back in my pod. I had to go through the trouble of opening it up again and hopping over to another exhibit area, nothing there again, the security bots caught up with me again and threw me back in. Rinse and repeat until I’ve hopped through every single area of the museum.”

“Now this may sound like it took a while, but believe me, it took even longer than you imagined. I couldn’t ask people for directions because my mouth was ductaped shut so I had to navigate the museum myself, which was tricky because the maps were unreadable and the museum covered so much of Delphox 8 and 9’s history. Sometimes the visitors would trip me up on purpose which allowed the bots to catch up with me; Sometimes I’d fall flat on my face immediately after opening up the pod, meaning I could do nothing but wriggle until the robots arrived; sometimes I’d be stuck within a crowd and carried off into exhibits I’d already searched. None of the tourists ever attempted to help me, at first they were confused but as the process was repeated they assumed it was all a staged comedy act and simply laughed at my antics.”

“I don’t know how long it took me? Hours? Days even? But finally I found my TARDIS. I took the spare key from it’s hiding spot and took off from the planet with immediate haste. After freeing myself from my binds and severing my connection with the ravenous I thought it was finally over, until I discovered that video footage and photographs of my museum antics had been shared across over three galaxies, it wasn’t just on the galactic web, news programmes and gossip shows had me as headline news, none of them recognised me as the Master at least so my reputation was still somewhat intact.”

“However, I was now the laughing stock of the galaxy, heck the universe. It was so bad that I planned my next big scheme entirely around the premise of being completely hidden from the rest of the universe until the scandal was forgotten, which later developed into my plans involving the Never sphere. There! Is that enough detail for you?!”