Fred, Meet Doctor Who

"Exactly," said the strange man. He was tall and to be honest rather effeminate, with dandyish, frilly clothing. He looked like one of those idiots from the court who ruined the nation. Fred scowled.

"Well, Dr. Exactly, could you explain this building?"

"No, Dr. Who."

"I have no idea!"

"I knew that. That's presumably why you asked me."

"Yes, so the answer is..."

"These buildings? They were set up by a travel agency that sends people through time. Bored of your normal life? Visit the exotic Middle Ages! Of course, they stopped getting very many visitors to the MIddle Ages once they found out what it was actually like, but... Sorry, you're from the Middle Ages, aren't you? But you wouldn't think of them that way... Never mind. I'm rambling a bit, Mr..."

"That's a rather long name," said Fred, highly aggravated.

"No, 'that' is an extremely short name. Would 'that' be your name?"

"Would what be my name?"

"No, That."

"What?"

"Never mind. I can see that there's been a misunderstanding. My name is the Doctor, and that's it. I only let myself be called "Doctor Who" because of that one television show they have about me in some realities. I'm here because these buildings are causing temporal chaos waves that are spilling over from my timeline into yours. What would your name be?"

So that was who he was! Lord Fred was very angry by now. "I am Lord Fred. The real main character of this story. Not you, me. Why are all these people writing episodes about you? I was around from the very beginning. I suffered again and again and again, all for the sake of creating interesting plots. And for what? No one writes about me anymore! And I still don't have a steady girlfriend after almost five years! The authors pair me up with beautiful women again and again, but I never get anywhere with them except in brainless porno episodes that get edited out in three minutes and that one thread by MSG that makes my head hurt thinking about it! Whereas you, you've got women all over you, this incarnation of you anyway, but you never do anything about it! Why! Why! Why! What did I do wrong? I've been a good main character, except when stupid porno authors led me astray or Lots42 had me go insane or Traveler or Ib made me sell my soul or... OK, I haven't been a good main character. But it's not my fault! It's your fault, you stupid authors! Why do you have to make my life miserable? Why can't you just let me have a happy ending and torture someone else? Why? Why? Why..."

"No, Who," corrected the Doctor.

Fred blinked with confusion. "What did I just say?"

"I think it was just something in the air," said the Doctor.

"Alright. Well, I'm Lord Frederigo D'Honaire, but most people call me Fred because it's easier to type." He blinked. "What did that mean?"

"Hmmm. It's clear you're having problems. I should take you to the TARDIS." Just then, the Doctor's companions stepped out of the building.

1. It was the same companions he had in those threads. [14773 et al]
2. It was same companions he had in the novels.
3. It was a bunch of minor Addventure Game 3 characters.

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