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Take A Chance Like All Dreamers by Kestrel_Wylde
Fandoms: The Goes Wrong Show (TV 2019), The Play That Goes Wrong Series - Lewis & Sayer & Shields
03 Nov 2025
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Chris decided to go to rehearsals only a few days later, claiming how important it was to finish the drama festival, his right arm in a brace to try and limit his movement. Trevor had been there when the nurse had advised him not to exert himself much and to stay home and relax, Trevor had also been there that morning when Chris had insisted that nurses were ‘terribly overstrung’. Trevor pretended to know what that meant and begrudgingly helped Chris carry his coffee and various stacks of paper into Trevor’s van.
Trevor had offered to stay over at Chris’ for the time being, until he was ok on his own again, and not, as Annie had insinuated, because Trevor fancied him, but because he cared about the wellbeing of Chris as his friend and director. Trevor, did, of course, fancy Chris, though. Unfortunately, the willowy and pretentious man had grown on Trevor. It was a source of a great deal of frustration, and Annie took every opportunity to make fun of him for it.
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Christrev shenanigans following The Chekhov's Gun Incident.
[Summary taken from Chapter 2]
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The Doctor, is still staring at him and making a face. “You ask an awful lot of questions, don’t you, are you sure your name isn’t Mr Questions, Kestrel Wylde with a ‘y’ and an ‘e’?” A smile creeps across his face.
Kestrel laughs, a little nervously, “Pretty sure. Now are you going to stop being all mysterious, and just tell me what you know? Please?”
The Doctor gestures wildly with his hands, “Yes. Yes!” He checks his pockets and hastily pulls out a train ticket dated from the 1900s, an Uno card, and a pencil. He waves about the train ticket. “This is Earth.” Waves the Uno card. “And this is where we are right now.” Stabs a pencil through them both, and pulls the ticket through the hole in the Uno card.
“There’s an alien space pencil that’s jabbed a hole in the fabric of spacetime and is pulling it through into here.” Kestrel asks, absently stroking the cat in his arms.
“Exactly! Alien space pencil!” The Doctor beams. “Except it’s nothing like that at all, but if it helps you understand, then think of it like that.”
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“Would you like to play a game avec moi?”
You have nowhere to be, and something about him is so... alluring – like a mystery you can’t quite solve.
So, you agree, before you even register it, “OK!”
“Vhat shall ve be playings?” he asks gleefully, fluttering his fingers, a grin splitting across his face revealing his teeth. Too many teeth. You blink and they’re back to normal.
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Playing uno with an eldritch deity is not perhaps the wisest move.