Octa Who

Why has no-one ever written Skulduggery/Doctor Who crossover fiction before? IT'S AWESOME (if I do say so myself :P)

I give you the ONE... the ONLY... OCTA WHO!!!

Octa Who

All clad in violet garments as he steps into the TARDIS

His companion wears a peanut suit and calls herself Gladys

A quill pen by his ear and golden ink near his heart

Reciting lines of poetry as the adventure starts

He often wears a fez

Perhaps a bowtie or two

He loves the colour purple

And he calls himself

Octa Who

A group of cleavers on the chase

Does he never stop running?

As he searches for his loved one

With a plan oh truly cunning

He often wears a fez

Perhaps a bowtie or two

He loves the colour purple

And he calls himself

Octa Who

For Kallista was abducted by a pepper of Daleks

For her death would leave the Michigan Sanctuary a wreck

But will the Poet be too late?

As the air is filled with cries of exterminate

He often wears a fez

Perhaps a bowtie or two

He loves the colour purple

And he calls himself

Octa Who

 Octa overcame the Daleks

And he started to smile

But it quickly disappeared

As up pops Lord Vile

He often wears a fez

Perhaps a bowtie or two

He loves the colour purple

And he calls himself

Octa Who

For the Daleks were vanquished

By a temporal loop

Infused with human faith

And a drop of chicken soup

He often wears a fez

Perhaps a bowtie or two

He loves the colour purple

And he calls himself

Octa Who

Yet to overcome Lord Vile is quite another proposal

And Octallista must use every choice at their disposal

I will sacrifice myself

So that you can live in health

He often wears a fez

Perhaps a bowtie or two

He loves the colour purple

And he calls himself

Octa Who

Tears are rolling down his face

As she saves the human race

But resolve breaks through his dismay

Nobody is going die. Not today.

He often wears a fez

Perhaps a bowtie or two

He loves the colour purple

And he calls himself

Octa Who

It’s not too late. I still have time to save her.

Get China on the line for she owes me a favour.

Etching symbols with a silver knife

Kallista comes back to life.

He often wears a fez

Perhaps a bowtie or two

He loves the colour purple

And he calls himself

Octa Who

He steps into the TARDIS and in seconds is gone

The adventure is over and humanity will go on

Flying through the stars where no-one knows his name

He clicks his fingers and they burst into flame

He often wears a fez

Perhaps a bowtie or two

He loves the colour purple

And he calls himself

Octa Who