Ducktor Who

by CuteCake78

Summary:

In the corner of the bustling New York City streets lies a toyshop that often sells imported or hard to find toys. But within the toyshop, the Artisan has some special toys that he refuses to sell no matter the price.

A group of little rubber ducks that bear a striking resemblance to a certain time traveling Time Lord along with a mini replica of a Police Box.

Though, the Artisan should have realized that even if they were not a one-to-one replica to the original, they get into trouble just like the Doctor!

(Mostly a collection of one-off adventures but some overarching plots here and there)

Chapter 1: Opening the Shop

Notes:

So, this is a mega old AU suddenly came back to me when I started watching some old Doctor Who clips. And when I mean old, I mean when I was a kid in my Doctor Who phase. So decided to give a good revamp and polish before throwing it here

I do apologize if I get any British vernacular wrong or get any characters/lore wrong. It's been literal years since I've kept up to date with this show so there could be a few hiccups here and there.

But I am trying to rewatch some clips to get the hang of writing them again

The little pitter patter of webbed feet rang throughout the room, grabbing the attention of the Artisan from his schematics of a toy train.

"Little ones, you better not be causing a ruckus again. I'm trying to do my work." said the Artisan.

A small thump! followed by a terrified quacks and the scampering of webbed footfalls made the Artisan sigh. He put down his pen then swiveled his chair to see a knocked over teddy bear and next to it was a small rubber duck.

The rubber duck was yellow with white feathery hair, a black frock coat, a yellow waistcoat over a collard shirt, and a blue ascot. The little rubber duck looked up at the Artisan with an exasperated look.

"Well, you know very well I wouldn't do this. Don't even assume." said the rubber duck.

The Artisan shakes his head before getting up from his chair.

"I know Doctor, er- I best call you 'One' since you're all the 'Doctor' technically." said the Artisan.

The Artisan kneels down then holds out his hand. One jumps onto his hand then the Artisan gracefully stands up.

"Now then, let's find your other you's. They mustn't gotten far." said the Artisan.

The Artisan placed One on his shoulder then began to walk around his workshop.

"Come on out Doctors, the danger is over." The Artisan looks at the teddy bear. "Well, as dangerous as a teddy bear can be. Although, you are all quite small so this could be seen as a crushing hazard."

There was a scuffle and a few quacks erupted from under one of the work benches.

"Oh my word!" said nervous voice.

"Oh, no, no, no! We're not going to start running by every sound you hear- You! Will you stop shoveling that candy into your beak?" snapped another voice.

"Me? You ran the moment that thing fell too! Don't put this all on me!" the nervous voice snapped back.

The Artisan and One exchanged glances.

"Well, looks like we found the other three." said Artisan.

The Artisan walked over to the workbench then knelt. He and One were met with two rubber ducks glaring at each other and a bag of jelly babies crinkling with something inside.

One of the yellow rubber ducks had a mop of black feathery hair, a black frock coat that was several sizes too big, a light blue collared shirt, with a blue bow tie.

The other yellow duck had fluffy white feathery hair, red velvet lounge jacket with a black cape, a white ruffled shirt with a bow tie.

"Ah, it seems nothing has changed between the Dandy and the Clown." said One.

The Dandy and the Clown looked up to see One and the Artisan looking at them.

"Oh, no." said the Dandy.

"Oh yes, now then stop your arguing and help us find the rest of them!" said One.

The Dandy and the Clown exchanged sheepish glances.

The Artisan chuckled.

"Oh, don't be so hard on yourselves. It was a large teddy bear and you all could have been crushed," The Artisan held out his hands. "But come on now, Two and Three, I can let you ride on my shoulders."

The bag of jelly babies suddenly flopped over and a rubber duck rolled onto the floor along with the jelly babies. This yellow rubber duck had a mop of curly brown feathery hair, a white shirt, brown waistcoat, a red cravat, a dark brown frock coat, a wide-brimmed hat, and a long multi-colored scarf.

"Oh, oh! Can I be in the pockets?" asked the rubber duck, holding up a jelly baby in his wings.

"Yes, you can Four but you better promise me that you're not going to leave crumbs like last time." said Artisan.

Four blinked for a bit before scratching his chin.

"Really?" asked Four. "I don't remember that."

"Four, just come here." said One.

Two, Three, and Four waddled over to the Artisan's hands, although Four picked up a few jelly babies before making his way to his hands. The Artisan scooped them up then placed Two and Three on his other shoulder, then placed Four in his cardigan pocket.

The Artisan stood up then clasped his hands together.

"Alright, now we have eight left. So who should we look for next?" asked the Artisan.

"If I recall, that Celery chap, the Rainbow coat, and the Umbrella fellow scampered off into their little hiding place over there." said One, pointing to the cupboards.

The Artisan ran his hand through is hair.

"Well, that answers that question." said the Artisan.

The Artisan went over to the cupboards then reached out towards the handles. But he suddenly stopped himself then knocked on the cupboards.

"May I please open the door?" asked the Artisan.

He waited for a response then heard a bit of a shuffle.

"Yes, you may." said a soft voice.

The Artisan opened the cupboards and was met with three rubber ducks staring at him.

One was a yellow rubber duck with neatly combed blond feathery hair, a white shirt, a white jumper with red lines, and wore a cream colored frock coat with a fake celery on the lapel.

Another was a yellow rubber duck with a mop of curly blond feathery hair, a white shirt, a knitted purple waist coat, a blue polka-dotted cravat, a rainbow umbrella under his wing, and patchwork frock coat with numerous colors.

The last rubber duck had a short black feathery hair, a white shirt with a scarlet necktie, a beige sweater vest with blue zigzag lines and red question marks, a silver safari jacket, a Panama hat with a red stripe, and under his wing was a black umbrella with a red question mark as a handle.

"Ah, there you are Five, Six, and Seven! How are you all doing?" asked the Artisan.

"Ready to strike down whatever was going to open the cupboards." said Six. "So, I commend you for not opening it right away."

The Artisan winced as he remembered the last time he opened the cupboards.

"Er... Y-Yes, and I must say for little ducklings I never expected you to have the strength to throw me like I was nothing more than a toy." said the Artisan.

The Artisan ran his hand through his hair.

"But, I do commend you for being so willing to protect those around you." said the Artisan.

Six puffed out his chest.

"Why thank you, it feels nice to be acknowledged." said Six.

Five wrung his feathers together as he waddled up to Artisan.

"Er- if I may, can I ask what caused that noise? We didn't see what caused it and we assumed the worse." asked Five.

One scoffed.

"Thanks to a little game by our other-selves, they knocked over a large teddy bear and made all of you scamper away." said One.

Five, Six, and Seven exchange glances.

"All this time it was nothing more than a teddy bear? I thought we were about to deal with an intruder!" said Six.

Seven shrugged then clasped his wings together.

"Well, looks like we don't have to be couped up in here any longer. I'd say let's get out of this stuffy place and be somewhere less dreary." said Seven.

Seven turns to face the dark corner of the cupboard.

"Well, come on then, that includes you too." said Seven.

A yellow rubber duck with long brown feathery hair, a green frock coat, white shirt, a gray cravat, and a silver waistcoat waddled out into the light.

"Well, that's the best news I've heard all day honestly. I really didn't want to be in some sort of scuffle." said the rubber duck.

"Ah, Eight, so that's where you've went." said the Artisan.

"Sorry, didn't mean to worry you all." said Eight.

"'Tis quite alright, now" The Artisan held out his hands. "Come on, and pick your place where you're going to sit."

"I say a pocket works fine for me." said Five, waddling up to the Artisan.

"Likewise." said Seven, following after him.

"Pocket sound amazing right now." said Eight.

Six let out a huff.

"Not me, I would rather be on your head." said Six.

"Of course you would." said the Artisan.

He watched as each one pooled into hands, then with a grace of a dancer he stood up. The Artisan held up his hand to his head and felt Six's webbed feet waddle onto his hair. As Six got settled on his spot, he carefully placed Five and Seven in one pocket while he placed Eight in the same pocket as Four.

Four perked up when he saw Eight in the same pocket as him then held out a half eaten jelly baby.

"Jelly baby?" asked Four.

"Please, that would be lovely." said Eight.

As Eight took the jelly baby, the Artisan let out a hum.

"Now all we're missing is Nine, Ten, Eleven, and Twelve." said the Artisan.

The Artisan walked around the workshop, opening cupboards, opening drawers, and even lifting up toolboxes.

"Well, it doesn't appear that they're anywhere in here." said Artisan.

One folded his wings.

"Knowing what I know, they would travel in a group thanks to that chap in the leather peacoat. I doubt he would let the others wander about." said One.

The Artisan scratched his chin.

"Well, considering the door to the rest of the place is locked, the workshop only has another room that they could hide in." said the Artisan.

He points to a door that is slightly ajar.

"The planning room!" said the Artisan.

Six pulled out his umbrella out of his wing.

"Alright, and in case there is any danger I have my umbrella ready." said Six. "Dandy, you better back me up on this."

Two snorted a laugh while Three shot a glare at Six.

"I think it's best for you sake to be knocked around for a bit!" said Three.

The Artisan let out a groan.

"No fighting please! None of you all are in danger!" said the Artisan.

"Yes, especially since you all ran away from a teddy bear. I doubt you all have the nerves of steel you all so claim to have." said One.

Six harrumphed but kept his umbrella close.

"Good, now let's find our missing ducklings." said the Artisan.

The Artisan went over to the planning room door then pushed it open. Inside of the planning room were dozens of schematics for toys ranging from action figures to large scale models pinned to the wall, an elaborate computer system that was currently in sleep mode sat on a large desk, and a far too futuristic tablet that had some strange writing that sat next to the computer.

Near the tablet were four rubber ducks, each one in a striking outfit.

One yellow rubber duck has short brown feathery hair, a leather peacoat, and a blue polo jumper.

Another yellow rubber duck had spikey brown feathery hair, a light brown overcoat with blue lining, a dark brown pinstripe suit, a white shirt, and a loose red tie.

Another yellow rubber duck had long brown feathery hair that was slicked back, a brown blazer with elbow patches, a white shirt, and a red bow tie.

The last yellow rubber duck had long white feathery hair, a navy blue Crombie coat with crimson lining, a navy blue cardigan, and a white collared shirt.

The Artisan folded his arms.

"Well, glad to know that you lot decided to have a read during all this commotion." said the Artisan.

The four other ducklings turned to see the Artisan and the other ducklings looking at them. The Artisan sauntered over to the four and took his seat on his chair.

"Now then, Nine, Ten, Eleven, and Twelve, do you have an explanation?" asked the Artisan.

"Well, we didn't plan on being here. We all ran off the moment that noise happened." said Ten.

"All thanks to Eleven here running amok." said Nine.

Eleven sputtered.

"You know I do not like being bored, I needed something to do!" said Eleven.

He then waved his wings around.

"So, I decided to beat my boredom by counting how many steps it would take to cross the room by walking, jumping, running, and doing it on one leg." He said. "But... in my defense I forgot that our webbed feet get slippery on certain surfaces, especially recently waxed ones."

Twelve rolled his eyes.

"I can't believe it, we all fled in a panic all because this imbecile decided it was a good idea to run." said Twelve.

The Artisan chuckled and the other eight ducklings made their way onto the desk.

"Well, I'm just happy that you're all safe and accounted for." said the Artisan. "Although, why were you here in this room reading my tablet?"

"Well, after Eleven's little stunt we all ran in here to hide, although we didn't know at the time it was his fooling around that caused all this." Nine shot a glare at Eleven. "So, we decided to look for something to help protect ourselves with and... well, your tablet was left unlocked so we decided to read it."

Nine casted a glance at the tablet.

"And uh... can you tell us why you based us off this Doctor fellow?" asked Nine.

The Artisan was taken aback.

"That old story? Why now?" asked the Artisan.

Twelve took a step forward.

"Well, there was more to it than what you've told us. There was mentions of this planet known as Gallifrey, Time Lords, and more about this Doctor fellow than what you've shared." said Twelve.

Ten waved his wing.

"Yes, yes! And also a scribble that read, 'Goodbye home'? Are you from the same place as the Doctor?" said Ten.

Eleven walks up to the Artisan.

"Please, if you will." said Eleven.

The Artisan was met with all the ducklings staring at him. With a heavy sigh, he nods.

"Alright, alright, I best start diving more into that story now than later. You all best sit down and be ready, it's a long one." said the Artisan.

He watched as each of the ducklings sit down on the desk, their little tails wagging in anticipation.

"So, long ago there was a planet known as Gallifrey, a place that was home to the Time Lords. These people were incredibly powerful, had a mastery over time travel, and were wise beyond their years." said the Artisan.

"Is that so?" asked One.

"Oh, there would be no limit to their knowledge, they had an answer to everything, and could do almost anything." He said.

The Artisan grimaced as the memories came back.

"But, they were sadly stagnant, bound to arbitrary rules that should have been abolished long ago." said the Artisan.

Ten tilts his head.

"Then, what about the Doctor? Was he like the Time Lords and was stagnant as well?" asked Ten.

A fond smile replaced the Artisan's grimace.

"No, the Doctor was different. The Doctor was considered a renegade!" said the Artisan.

"Ooh! I like where this is going!" said Six.

"What do you mean by 'renegade'?" asked Five.

"Unlike the Time Lords who stuck to a 'no interfering' policy, the Doctor chose to help people. There was great evil out there, willing to exploit those who couldn't fight back or damage timelines so that evil reigned supreme." said the Artisan. "The Doctor was willing to save those the Time Lords would let die, and thus was labeled a renegade for it."

"Are you serious? The Doctor was considered a renegade for saving lives?" asked Ten.

The Artisan nods.

"No matter the danger, the cruelty, or the possibility of death, the Doctor chose to save the day even if it means the disapproval of the Time Lords for years to come." said the Artisan.

The ducklings each exchanged glances.

"And when the Doctor became a renegade, what did the Time Lords do?" asked Three.

"The exiled the Doctor." said the Artisan. "As if the Doctor was nothing more than a criminal."

"What!" cried out the ducklings.

"That's horrible! The Doctor helped saved lives, shouldn't there be celebration or at least an acknowledgement?" said Seven.

"Sadly yes, but the Doctor never stopped helping or inspiring those to continue on the good fight even after such cruelty from the Time Lords." said the Artisan.

The Artisan picked up the tablet then scrolled to the picture of the planet Gallifrey. A fond yet pained smile spread across his face

"One of them being me, the Doctor gave me the courage to leave the planet and find my own place in the world." said the Artisan.

"Really?" asked Eight. "How did the Doctor do that?"

The Artisan softly smiled.

"Well, it may sound silly but, the Doctor didn't do anything to help me. But instead I found records of the Doctor's adventures through time and space," The Artisan held up the tablet. "And I got to read on all the adventures that the Doctor went onto, the companions that came and went, and many more."

The Artisan thumbed the tablet edge, a sigh escaped him.

"Without this tablet, I wouldn't have known the beauty of Earth and the wonder of the universe. I would have stayed in Gallifrey and became one of those stagnant Time Lords." He said. "In turn, I wouldn't have created you lot or made this little shop."

The Artisan looked over at his curious little ducklings before looking at this tablet.

"But sadly most of the records about the Doctor is incomplete, but with what I could gather I found a person who in spite of everything, was truly the face of hope, a healer, and a person that I wanted to be."

One got up and waddled over to the edge of the desk.

"And in turn, he inspired you to make us?" asked One.

"Of course, I wanted to honor the person who gave me the courage to do all this. So, I thought, 'why not make something truly wonderful?' and so, with my crafting skills I made you all based on each incarnation." said the Artisan.

He scrolled through the tablet, passing by each section of the Doctor's incarnations and their information.

"I know I had only so much to work with, but I wasn't going to let that stop me. I knew I had to put my all into creating you lot." said the Artisan.

The Artisan put the tablet down then carefully picked up One.

"If only you lot could fathom the joy I felt when I saw you take your first steps, your first words, and your first instance of trouble." said the Artisan.

The Artisan couldn't stifle a laugh.

"I'll never forget that day, watching you all driving a little RC car while an animatronic dinosaur hunted you down." He puts his hand over his heart. "I've never felt so proud yet terrified."

One puffed out his chest.

"Well, you did based us off an amazing fellow so it is to be expected." said One.

The Artisan nodded with a smile.

"True, and I hope that one day I could meet the Doctor and give a proper 'Thank you'." said the Artisan.

One waved his wing.

"Well, we're technically the 'Doctor'! So you could thank me right now." said One.

Two raised his wing as well.

"Me as well, but not him." said Two, pointing at Three.

"What? You know very well I deserve a 'Thank you' more than you!" said Three.

"Oh, don't you start you Dandy!" said Two.

The two began to argue, all the while Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Ten, Eleven watched the fight go down as they munched on jelly babies. Nine and Twelve just rolled their eyes.

One let out a sigh.

"They are such children." said One.

"And that's why I adore you all." said the Artisan.

Notes:

I am unsure if I'm going to keep the Artisan as a Time Lord, which might change in the future but for now he's going to be a Time Lord

Chapter 2: The TARDIS is ready

The distinct clicking of a TV remote cut off the many shows flying pass the TV screen. On the couch were the little duckling Doctors, watching the TV then at Ten who was rapidly clicking on the remote.

"Ten, my good fellow, please tell me you're going to pick something for us to watch. We're simply dying of boredom here." said One.

"Look, there is a specific show that I want to watch and I don't remember the channel number!" said Ten.

"Hm... yes, quite a troublesome news." He said.

One looked over at Four watching a dramatically sad Eleven face down on the cushion.

"It's been twenty seconds, I can't go on like this!" Eleven let out a loud gasp. "I need something to do!"

Four let out a hum before an idea came to him.

"Would you like to skip rope with my scarf?" asked Four.

Eleven jumped to his feet with a big smile on his face.

"Four! You brilliant duckling, you!" said Eleven.

One chuckled as he watched Four hand his scarf over to Eleven.

"You'd best hurry, Eleven's attention span is at its wits end." said One.

"I'm going as fast as I can!" said Ten.

The frantic footfalls grabbed the ducklings' attention.

"Little ones! I have great news! Oh so great news!!" said the Artisan.

"Great news?" asked Three.

"Must be a new invention of his." said Seven.

They all peaked over the couch and saw the Artisan coming in with a box in hand.

"Oh, I hope you're all excited because this might be my greatest achievement yet!" said the Artisan.

The Artisan leapt over the couch and the coffee table, landing right next to the TV. He spun around then plopped the box right on the coffee table.

The ducklings jumped down from the couch, then looked at the box then at the Artisan.

"What's inside?" asked Nine.

"The greatest creation in the universe! And it's finally, finally here!" said the Artisan.

The Artisan ripped off the lid and the walls came tumbling down, revealing a small police box. He gestures to it then looks at the ducklings.

"Behold! The TARDIS!" said the Artisan.

The ducklings let out a chorus of gasps as they flew over to the coffee table. They all surrounded the TARDIS then began to touch it, climbing over it, and even knock on it.

"This looks exactly like the schematics in the records!" said Six.

"An exact replica as the Doctor uses?" asked Ten.

"Can this thing even time travel?" asked Twelve.

The Artisan clasped his hands.

"Oh my dear little ducklings, it can do everything the original can do! And with some extra bells and whistles." said the Artisan.

The Artisan pushes the door open.

"Well, go on in! You'll love it!" said the Artisan.

The little ducklings waddled inside of the TARDIS to see a sight that stole their breaths. The TARDIS was decorated as if a toy chest was absorbed by futuristic set piece, the console was made of blocks with colorful buttons and within the center was this long tube with energy flowing within it, several wooden chairs clearly made for different doll houses surrounded the console, several RC controllers lined the walls with various lights blinking, bead mazes crackling with energy peeked through the small glass panels on the floor. On the ceiling above, there are painting of the solar system and Gallifrey.

The Doctors let out a chorus of gasps and cheers as they took in the interior.

"Fantastic!" said Nine.

The Artisan looked through the doors of the TARDIS.

"Like it?" asked the Artisan.

"More than like it! This is amazing!" said Ten.

Eleven ran through the TARDIS's halls, cheering with joy.

"There are so many toys in here! I have space to run around with! I am no longer bored!" said Eleven.

The Artisan chuckled.

"Glad to hear it, especially with how difficult it was to make this thing." said the Artisan.

Five scratched his chin.

"Actually, how did you make it?" asked Five.

"Oh, I went and harvested some TARDIS coral, then did my usual magic." said the Artisan.

"TARDIS coral? How did you find that?" He asked.

The Artisan paused for a moment, thinking about what to say.

"Well, I'll tell you how I got the coral for later. For now, enjoy the TARDIS, and- OH! Be sure to read the manual I left inside for you all to read. Twelve copies each!" said the Artisan.

Five nods then joins with Ten on poking at the console. Satisfied, the Artisan walks away with a wistful smile then leans against the wall.

"Finally, I have done it! I have made a TARDIS with my own two hands." said the Artisan under his breath. "A perfect, no, better version of the Doctor's original TARDIS!"

Behind him, twelve copies of the manual were dumped onto the coffee table.

"A much more difficult endeavor than I expected, but then again no one said making a TARDIS would be so easy. I should wear this achievement with honor, knowing that I made a-"

VWORP! VWORP!

The Artisan was cut off by the signature sound of the TARDIS time travelling, and he turned to see the little police box fading from reality.

"No, no, no, no!!" shouted the Artisan.

He ran to the coffee table and tried to grab the police box. But it was too late, and it was gone from the timeline.

The Artisan stared at the coffee table then at the manuals, panic began to bubble within.

"Oh! I shouldn't have given the TARDIS the ability to time travel now, I should have waited until they actually read a page of the manual." said the Artisan.

He pressed his head against the coffee table.

"Now they're off in time and space, helpless, with no one there to protect them! I'm a terrible caretaker!" said the Artisan.

He let out a whine as he began to wallow in his guilt.

VWORP! VWORP!

He instantly lifted his head to see the TARDIS fading back into reality. Once it fully materialized, the doors flew open to reveal Six holding up a cybernetic claw.

"We just stopped an invasion of cyborg dinosaurs from invading Earth!" said Six, waddling out.

"What?" asked the Artisan.

The Artisan watched the little ducklings waddle out without so much a scratch, and a few of them carrying the prizes of their enemies. To say he was both impressed and worried would be an understatement.

"That was a fun adventure! Gets the old blood pumping!" said Eleven. "Say, do we even have blood?"

The Artisan points at them.

"You-You lot managed to pilot a TARDIS without any practice before hand, stopped an invasion, and came back unscathed?" asked the Artisan.

"Yep, and we didn't even need the manual." said Ten.

The Artisan felt his brain short circuit.

"How? I just made this thing not long ago! None of you had any experience before hand!" said the Artisan.

They all stopped then thought for a moment.

"Well, we do not have an explanation for this phenomenon but when we were in the TARDIS it felt like we knew it all like the back of our wings." said One. "All it took was one touch of the controls and we just knew how to pilot her."

"I'm sorry, 'her'?" asked The Artisan.

"Oh, didn't you know? The TARDIS here is a lovely lady, and feisty one at that." He said.

The Artisan looked at the TARDIS then at the ducklings.

"Unbelievable, I have jumpstarted your progress even faster than before by introducing the TARDIS." said the Artisan. "And now the TARDIS has developed her own personality just by meeting you all."

A smile spread across his face.

"Aren't I a great inventor?" asked the Artisan.

"If we say 'Yes', the TARDIS is ours?" asked Six.

"Of course! Enjoy it!" He said.

The Doctors cheered then huddled around the TARDIS, happy to sit next to her or some of them running around inside of the TARDIS. All the while the Artisan watched his little creations have fun with their new friend.

The TV was all but forgotten.

Chapter 3: New Ducktors

Hurtling through the New York City skies, the TARDIS was nimbly avoiding the large skyscrapers that dominated the area. The doors flew open to reveal Eleven waving his wings and a smile on his face.

"Good news everyone! We lost the flying chicken!" said Eleven.

Then as if on cue, an amalgamation of a plane, deer, and crab flew into Eleven's view. It let out a horrific screech as its many eyes glared at the TARDIS.

"Never mind! Its back!" said Eleven.

Four looked up from the TARDIS console with the same smile.

"Really? This is a good time as any to explain that we're not corn." asked Four.

One, Three, Nine, Seven and Twelve looked up from their frantic button pushing and switch flipping to stare at the two Doctors. Even Two, Five, Six, Eight, and Ten paused from inputting commands on the control switches.

"Do any of you realize there is nothing avian about it?" asked Twelve.

"Really?" Eleven looks out of the doors. "Well, how about a high emission laser that is currently charging up in its mouth then?"

Eleven stepped out of the doorway to reveal the creature charging up a laser within its mouth.

"Run!" said Nine before flipping a switch.

Eleven threw the doors shut as the creature fired upon the TARDIS. The TARDIS violently veered out of the way, causing the laser beam to destroy a millionaire's high rise balcony.

The TARDIS began to weave through the large skyscrapers at high speeds, the creature let out a screech as it went after it.

On one of the building rooftops, the Artisan was watching the chase go down with a thin pen in hand.

"Come on, come on! Fly down here!" mumbled the Artisan.

All of a sudden, the TARDIS popped out from behind a building and began hurtling towards the Artisan.

"Over here everyone!" said the Artisan, waving at the TARDIS.

Inside the TARDIS, Twelve saw the Artisan waving on one of the screens.

"Why is the Artisan waving at us?" asked Twelve.

"I don't know, and I would rather be with him than this overgrown bird!" said Seven.

The TARDIS flew towards the Artisan side then hid behind him. The Artisan looked over his shoulder and watched as the doors flew open to reveal the little ducklings.

"So, what's the plan Artisan?" asked Ten.

"Stand behind me, I have the weapon we need!" said the Artisan.

The Artisan shows off the thin pen.

"Ah, we're all doomed." said Nine.

"Not quite Nine, observe!" said the Artisan.

He turned around and was met with the creature barreling towards him. Despite his panic, he pointed the pen at the creature and pressed the button. The pen let out a loud buzzing sound, causing the creature to seize up before falling into a nose dive.

BANG!

The Artisan and the TARDIS went over to the ledge of the building and saw the giant creature on the floor, twitching and crackling with electricity.

The Artisan puffed out his chest, showing off the pen.

"Haha! I can't believe it actually worked!" said the Artisan.

The little ducklings huddled around the TARDIS entrance, staring at the pen.

"Amazing! We were saved by the power of writing!" said Eleven.

Seven waved his wing.

"Eleven, I don't think that is any normal pen he's holding." said Seven.

The Artisan twirled the pen in his hand.

"Seven is correct, because this" The Artisan holds it up to them. "is the Sonic Screwdriver! The Second Doctor's to be exact!"

The ducklings gasped.

"The fabled sonic screwdriver?" asked Six.

"Yes!" said the Artisan.

"The same one the Doctor uses?" asked Twelve.

"Of course!" said the Artisan.

"Really? Well, that means we'll have quite a useful tool in our disposal! And get access to all those sweets in that shop down the road." said Four.

"Absol- Wait, were you trying to break into the sweets store again?" asked the Artisan.

The ducklings all exchanged glances with one another.

"No." said the ducklings.

The ducklings smiled at the Artisan while he scowled.

"Okay, I'll ignore that for today. You'll all be getting your Sonic Screwdrivers from your respective Doctors." said the Artisan. "Some will fall under different names and designs, but they are still the Doctor's signature tool."

The Artisan sheepishly looks at One.

"Unfortunately your Doctor didn't have a Sonic Screwdriver, Two's Doctor was the one who invented it. Although, I could make you one if you like." said the Artisan.

One hummed.

"Well, if my Doctor was able to go through his adventures without it. I think I'll be fine without one." said One.

"Understood, now then can you please take that thing back to where you've found it. New York City is weird as it is." said Artisan.

The ducklings let out a groan as they all shuffled back into the TARDIS. The Artisan watched as the TARDIS flew down to where the creature was.

With a happy hum, the Artisan made his way back to the apartment. Once inside, he threw open the door to his living room and sauntered to the couch.

"My little ones are truly becoming more like the Doctors every day!" said the Artisan proudly.

He sat upon the couch, twirling the Sonic Screwdriver.

"If a little too mischievous at times." He said.

Distracted by his own musings, he let the Sonic Screwdriver twirl one too many times and it flew out of his hand. The Artisan tried to grab it from the air but only managed to flop onto the floor.

It flew over to the coffee table where the tablet sat and it landed right on the screen. The button to activate the Sonic Screwdriver was pressed down by the landing on it. Soon, the distinctive WHIRR! sound rang through out the room and then the tablet screen began to glitch.

The Artisan sat up to see the tablet glitching and the Sonic Screwdriver still buzzing away.

"No, no, no!" cried out the Artisan.

He snatched the Sonic Screwdriver off the tablet, shutting it off. He blanched as he watched the tablet flicker before shutting off as well.

"...What have I done?" asked the Artisan.

He picked up the tablet as if it was made of glass.

"The only source of information on the Doctor, I ruined it!" He cried out. "Now I have nothing on them!"

As the tears began to well up, he set his head down onto the coffee table. Before he could weep, the tablet buzzed in his hand.

His head shot up to see the tablet turning on once more.

The Artisan let out an excited shriek, which made the little ducks on the kitchen table jump.

"I wonder what is happening with the Artisan over there?" asked Three.

"Probably discovered some fun fact about the Doctor." said Five.

The Artisan ran into the kitchen, holding the tablet as if it was the holy grail itself.

"Little ones! I have glorious news!" said the Artisan.

"Let me guess, you found out the Doctor's favorite chair." said One.

"Even better!" The Artisan held out the tablet in front of them, showing the new information. "I can make new ducklings!"

The ducklings jumped to their feet at the sight.

"You're telling me we're going to have more of us?" asked Eleven.

"Exactly! We're going to have new webbed feet filling our home!" said Artisan.

The ducklings jumped around, even the TARDIS couldn't help but light up with joy at the news.

"Can we see the process this time?" asked Ten.

"Oh! I always wondered how we came to this world!" said Four.

Hearing those words, the Artisan went rigid. He looked at the ducklings who were looking at him with wagging tails and eyes full of wonder.

He cleared his throat, putting on a stern frown.

"I told you little ones before, absolutely not!" said the Artisan.

"What! Why?" asked everyone.

The Artisan huffed.

"Little ones, I love you all with all my heart, but you lot cause way too much trouble for me to trust you in this process." said the Artisan.

"In what ways have we caused trouble?" asked Three.

With one simple look from the Artisan, Three sheepishly rubbed the back of his head.

"Er, never mind." said Three.

"Exactly." said the Artisan.

He crossed his arms but put on a warm smile.

"Now, wait for me as I get your new little siblings for you all to play with." said the Artisan.

He then spun on his heel, making his way to his planning room. The ducklings looked amongst each other then sat upon the table with their tails wagged with anticipation.

Inside of the planning room, the Artisan locked the door behind him.

"Another set of ducklings! Oh, what an amazing day!" said the Artisan with a little twirl.

He set the tablet down upon his desk to the data of the new Doctors. He read each piece thoroughly, excitement ever bubbling in his hearts.

"Personality, likes, dislikes, oh! This is even better than I ever expected!" said the Artisan.

He stepped back, looking around one last time, then taking a deep breath.

"Alright, let's do this." He said.

The Artisan placed his palms together then the room went dark. Inside of his palms, sparks of light peeked trough the gaps between his fingers. Slowly, he opened his hands to reveal three balls of light. The balls of light began to float around him, dancing around with pure curiosity and excitement.

A smile appeared on his lips before he took out a fusion of a Sonic Screwdriver and a glass pen. With it, he carefully cut open two holes in the air to reveal the fabric of space and the strings of time. The balls of light watched as he reached in and began to cut out pieces. Piling each of them onto his desk until there was enough for him to use, then the holes closed with a sparkle.

One of the balls of light tried to get close to the pile but a gentle nudge from the Artisan pushed them away.

"No, no, not yet. I need to make your bodies first." said the Artisan.

The balls of light watched as he used the strings of time to sew the fabrics of space into three small rubber duck sized toys. The Artisan made little gaps upon the chest of the toys where the heart would be.

He carefully grabbed each one then stuffed them inside of the toys, the gap closed up as if it was never there.

In a flash, the lights came back on and sitting upon his desk where three new ducklings.

One was a yellow rubber duck with blonde feathery hair with dark roots, she wore a hooded lilac trench coat that was midnight blue on the inside, wore a midnight blue shirt with rainbow stripes running across it.

Next to her was another yellow rubber duck with spikey brown feathery hair, he wore a navy blue trench coat, a white button up shirt, gray knitted tie, and a turquoise checkered tartan waistcoat.

Finally next to him was a black rubber duck with a thin black mustache that rested above his beak, a faint scar around his right eye, he wore a burnt orange leather trench coat, a soft green zip up polo-cardigan.

The Artisan covered his mouth, trying to keep his emotions in check but he could not suppress a tremble nor the smile that crept over his lips.

"You all look so beautiful." said the Artisan. "And here I am trying not to cry."

A hiccup escaped him, jolting the three ducklings awake.

The four of them stared at each other.

"Look at the size of you! Are you Isaac Newton?" asked the duckling with the blonde hair.

The Artisan felt his jaw drop at her words.

"Isaac Newton?" asked the duckling with spikey brown hair. "He doesn't have that luxurious long hair."

"But he does have good fashion sense like him!" said the duckling with a mustache.

As the little ducklings began to chatter amongst themselves, the Artisan eventually found his voice.

"How do you lot know about Isaac Newton?" asked the Artisan.

The three ducklings stopped their chatter.

"Well, you do look sort of like him in a nerdy, weird way." said the blonde duckling.

The Artisan nursed his head.

"Thirteen, Fourteen, Fifteen, I don't know how to explain this but you three were literally born not even a minute ago. How do you know who 'Isaac Newton' even is?" said the Artisan.

The ducklings glanced at each other.

"Because, we just know?" said Fourteen.

"Also, hold on, which one of us is 'Thirteen'?" asked Thirteen.

The Artisan muttered under his breath.

"You're 'Thirteen', he's 'Fourteen', and he's 'Fifteen'." said the Artisan, pointing to each duckling.

"I'm Thirteen?" Thirteen couldn't help but jump about. "Oh that's fantastic! I get the cool spooky number!"

"And I get the highest number in here!" said Fifteen.

Fourteen clasped his wings together.

"I think I'm going to like it here with you three." said Fourteen. "Lots of fun, lots of energy here. Pretty sure there won't be a dull day here."

The Artisan twiddled his thumbs.

"More like the sixteen of us. I'll have to introduce you all to the others and get you all integrated." said the Artisans.

The ducklings let out a collective gasp.

"There are others like us?" asked Thirteen.

"Why so many?" asked Fourteen.

"The more the merrier I say!" said Fifteen.

The Artisan smiled at the sight.

"Glad you're all excited," He turned around and began to look through his bookshelf. "Though, we better ease you all in before meeting the rest."

As the Artisan looked through the books, behind him the ducklings jumped off the desk. They made their way to the door then they looked back at the still focused Artisan.

"Now, when it comes to meeting new people you have to know what you're getting into, especially since you were literally born. I'll need to get you all up to speed on everything." said the Artisan.

The trio looked at their wings then began to jump around, trying their best to flap their wings. Eventually, they were able take flight and shakingly made their way to the door knob. They landed on it and began to turn the lock on the door.

"So, this may take a little while but I promise you it'll be done in a flash." said the Artisan.

They quietly turned the lock, muffling the sound with their wings. Then they slowly turned the knob until the door slowly swung itself open.

They hopped down and waddled through the gap in the door.

The Artisan pulled out a small book, brushing off the dust from the cover.

"Now, let's start with the basics-" The Artisan turned around to see the ducklings were long gone.

The book fell from his hands as the horror set in.

Meanwhile, Thirteen, Fourteen, and Fifteen were sitting around the other ducklings, all of their tails wagging with glee.

"Really? He takes care of all of us by himself?" asked Thirteen.

"Surprisingly so, though how he has not had a single gray hair is astounding." said Five.

"Must be hiding in all of that red hair of his." She said.

As Five considered her words before nodding in agreement, Seven, who was glancing between Ten and Fourteen, knitted his brows.

"This is quite a predicament, the two of you look practically like twins." said Seven.

Ten and Fourteen tilted their heads.

"We do?" asked Ten.

"Well, this will surely cause some problems." said Fourteen.

"Or some solutions." He said.

"How about problems then solutions?" He asked.

"Or! Solutions then problems!"

"Oh! You make a good point point."

Seven let out a sigh before resting his head on his wings as the two began to talk.

Meanwhile, One, Two, and Three were looking over Fifteen's clothing.

"I dare say my good man, why orange? You're going to stand out amongst a battlefield." said Three.

"Says the duck that looks like he just stepped out of an aristocrat party." said Fifteen.

Three let out a scoff while Two guffawed.

"He certainly put you in your place, fancy pants." said Two.

Three shot him a glare.

"At least he can dress himself, unlike you, scarecrow." said Three.

"Scarecrow? While I never-"

The two ducklings began to bicker amongst themselves, Fifteen couldn't help but chuckle. But he locked eyes with One glaring at him, Fifteen sheepishly smiled then clear his throat.

Four sat next to Twelve, munching away at a jellybaby.

"I dare say my dear, we have enough ducklings for our own little rugby team." said Four.

"There goes my moment of peace," Twelve began to stretch his wings. "Hopefully the Artisan can stop making more of us before we need a second TARDIS."

"You talk as if he has no self control." He said.

"If he did, none of us would be born." He said.

Four thought for a moment before nodding.

"True, very true." said Four, before munching on the jellybaby.

A bloodcurdling shriek and the sound of something being uprooted grabbed all of their attention.

"I lost my ducklings! I am the worst caretaker in the universe!" screamed the Artisan.

As the Artisan let out a broken wail, Thirteen, Fourteen, and Fifteen winced at the sound.

"We really should have told him where we're going." said Thirteen.

Six let out a barking laugh.

"You're truly a Doctor like the rest of us, we did the same thing when we were born." said Six.

"You what?" asked Fourteen.

All of the ducklings raised their wings.

"I nearly gave him a heart attack when I hid under the cupboards." said One.

He giggled just as the Artisan ran out of the planning room, looking disheveled. He frantically looked around before his eyes landing on the ducklings, specifically Thirteen, Fourteen, and Fifteen. He let out a sigh of relief before leaning against the doorway.

"You... you ducklings are going to be the death of me, I swear." said the Artisan.