#psycho!rose

A scream rips from her throat as voices grow- whispers and shouts repeating gibberish words. Nothing making sense but her confusion. Her hands press and claw desperately against her ears, her head shaking wildly as her yells match with the ones in her head. "Make it stop! Make them stop!" She cries out desperately, her body rocking as she collapses to her knees. "I can't take it! What's going on?!" The voices multiply with each passing moment, driving her madder than the last. "P-please." Her voice falters, her hands still clutching desperately, as if trying to touch the voices. 

Mickey!Anon: Rose, please stop! What did I do to you to warrant this behavior?

"Hello, Ms. Tyler?", said the man in a business suit. He's no fool. He sees the knife in Rose's hand. He grins as he says, "I believe our goals are the same, then? To kill the Doctor...". He smiles, then extends his hand to Rose and says, "I am the Master. But if you like, you may call me Harry Saxon. Nice to see his 'pets' are turning on him. About time."

Mickey!Anon: *runs to a room, locks door, panting* Rose, If you'll remember... I didn't want you to go with him... I even hugged you... Wouldn't let go of you... *chuckles* Those were the days, eh? Now, please, drop the knife, and lets work this problem out...

ROSE!!! Who ever you think I am, I'm not!! I'm not the Doctor! It's me, Mickey!! *starts to run* (For Psycho!Rose) ((I'm enjoying this, Rose!Mun!!))

*looks at her, wide-eyed* No, Rose... I want you to put it down... And why are you looking at me like that? (For Psycho!Rose)

Rose... What are you doing? And could you put the knife down? (For Psycho!Rose)