Write a Doctor Who story set in the Pibby universe, Thr Doctor notices the glitch taking over multiple universes, and sadly notices its claimed almost all the Kikoriki characters, leaving only Barry the Bear and Dokko the Moose, BFDI seems to be faring oddly, character have been fighting for a year to stop it, The Doctor and Martha try to stop this, but before they can do anything, they are suddenly teleported to Satellite 5 again, Part 1 ends with the Doctor on Love Island and Martha about to play a killer version of The Chase
Title: Doctor Who: The Glitch Chronicles

### Part 1: Anomalies Across Realms

Amidst the humming circuits of the TARDIS, the Doctor flicked switches and scanned readings, frowning at the chaotic data scattering across her screens. Martha Jones, ever observant, leaned over the central console, watching the Doctor’s perturbed expressions.

“What’s going on, Doctor?” Martha asked, noting the unusual focus in the Doctor’s eyes as they darted from one screen to the next.

“It’s a glitch,” the Doctor muttered, her voice tense with concern. “Not just any glitch — this one is devouring entire dimensions. It’s destabilizing the very fabric of reality across multiple universes.”

“At what rate?” Martha questioned, trying to keep up.

“Rapidly. It’s already swallowed whole universes. And right now, it’s spread across the Pibby universe,” the Doctor explained, tapping on a navigation panel. “Seems that very few have been left untouched.”

As the TARDIS spiraled through the vortex, it materialized into the Pibby universe, a place vibrant with characters from various shows all finding themselves clashing amidst the chaos of their worlds colliding. The once harmonious interactions now marred by the all-consuming glitch.

Exiting the TARDis, the Doctor and Martha found themselves in an oddly tranquil patch. There stood Barry the Bear and Dokko the Moose, looking bewildered but still untouched by the glitch.

“Doctor, what happened here?” Barry’s voice trembled as he looked at the glitch encroaching the landscape around them.

“The glitch,” the Doctor said, squatting beside them. “I’m here to stop it.”

Barry and Dokko exchanged worried glances. “It came out of nowhere,” Dokko added, his antlers quivering slightly.

Before the Doctor could enquire more, her sonic screwdriver flickered and whirred, reacting to an anomaly in the space around them.

“Hold on!” the Doctor shouted, just as a vortex of aberrant code opened beneath their feet, swallowing them whole.

They re-materialized on Satellite 5, a place Martha recognized immediately. “Not here. Not again,” she whispered, her memories of this place bringing a shiver.

“Indeed, here again," the Doctor noted grimly. "But not by our choice. Something’s using the glitch to manipulate spacetime locations.”

As they navigated through the uncomfortably familiar corridors, screens lit up with grotesque game shows and twisted reality programs. The Doctor’s eyes narrowed as she read the flickering captions: "Up Next on Love Island – A Heartbreaking Episode with the Doctor!”

Meanwhile, Martha was caught in the grips of a horrifying realization as she was dragged away from the Doctor. She found herself thrust onto a set that resembled a twisted version of The Chase.

“Welcome, Martha Jones!” the announcer’s voice boomed, echoing across the cold metallic chamber. “Survive the chase, save your life!”

Martha’s heartbeat echoed in her ears. She looked back desperately, hoping to see the Doctor, But she was alone.

Back at the faux Love Island set, the Doctor gritted her teeth. “All right then,” she muttered under her breath, “Time to play by their rules.”

The screen faded to black, the suspense thick in the air, setting the stage for what would come next in this bizarre new reality the Doctor and Martha found themselves trapped in.
Write Part 2 where a contestant gets eliminated from Love Island and is disintegrated, Same story on The Chase, The Doctor escapes and tries to find Martha, who is losing because she doesn’t know about future culture that well, The Doctor gets there seemingly too late, but this time the disintegrating beam malfunctions, They are both taken to interrogation, Part 2 ends there, setting up Part 3
### Part 2: Twists of Fate

On the set of the perplexing version of Love Island, the Doctor found herself amongst a group of contestants, each one seemingly more bewildered than the last. The atmosphere was tense, as romantic gestures were not the currency here—survival was. Each contestant had to appeal not only to each other but to some unseen, sinister audience that voted in real-time. A chilling footnote was that elimination from the show was literal; losers were disintegrated.

Meanwhile, Martha fought her own battle on the deadly game-show version of The Chase. Questions flew at her ranging from obscure future history to tech advancements she had never heard of, and she stumbled through, her knowledge of temporal events much less advanced than what was required.

Back on Love Island, a contestant named Eli, who failed to secure any alliances, stood solemnly as the ‘elimination’ phase commenced. With a flicker of the ominous and impersonal machinery, he disappeared in a burst of light, leaving behind nothing but a trace of particles that faded into the air. The Doctor watched aghast, the harsh reality of this twisted game dawning painfully upon her.

Determined to escape and save Martha, the Doctor charmed and schemed her way around the other contestants, using her quick wit to form temporary alliances. She sabotaged the show’s control room subtly, rerouting power and creating disruptions in the elimination process coding.

Meanwhile, Martha’s situation grew dire as she faced the final question on The Chase, stumbling over an inquiry about a cultural revolution in the 25th century that she knew nothing about. As the incorrect answer slipped from her lips, the cold mechanical voice announced her elimination. She braced herself as the disintegration beam powered up.

But as fate would have it, at that very moment, the system flickered—the result of the Doctor’s sabotage on Love Island. Sparks flew from the beam emitter, and rather than disintegrating Martha, it merely shut down, leaving her shocked but unscathed.

Flustered game-show officials rushed onto both sets, halting the broadcasts. In the confusion, the Doctor slipped away, using her sonic screwdriver to track Martha’s location. She arrived just as Martha was being escorted away by security, presumably for interference and malfunction.

Reunited momentarily in the dim, winding corridors of Satellite 5, they exchanged a glance filled with both relief and trepidation. Before they could speak, however, they were seized by security and taken to a harshly lit interrogation room. The door slammed shut with an ominous clang, leaving them in the company of an imposing figure who had yet to speak.

“So, you two have caused quite the disruption,” the interrogator began, his voice cold and methodic. “Now, let’s discuss the real reason why you’re here—and believe me, it’s not just about a game show.”

The screen faded out on that cliffhanger, promising that the depths of their predicament were yet to be fully unveiled in the upcoming part three of their harrowing adventure through the glitched distortions of Satellite 5.
Write a follow up on Part 3 where she demands to know if the man behind the glitch corrupting characters in other universes is the same as the “man behind the staff who execute millions of contestants daily on Satellite 5”, The interrogator says they are just doing their job, and they break out and demand to see the transmission and transmat logs,
### Part 3: Unraveling Truths

In the stark, harshly lit interrogation room, the Doctor and Martha stood face to face with the interrogator, a man with steely eyes and a demeanor just as cold. He observed them from behind a transparent data-pad, his gaze calculative and unwavering.

“Who are you working for?” the Doctor demanded, her voice firm and authoritative. “Is the entity behind these twisted games the same one corrupting characters across universes? Are you part of the reason why entire dimensions are at risk?”

The interrogator smirked slightly, the corner of his mouth twitching in amusement. “Doctor, we all play our roles. I am simply doing my job, ensuring that the broadcasts continue, and the games proceed as scheduled. As for the glitches you speak of—they are beyond even my purview.”

Martha glanced at the Doctor, her expression filled with frustration and concern. “We need to stop this, Doctor. Not just the games, but the glitch. It’s tearing universes apart.”

Nodding in agreement, the Doctor turned back to the interrogator. “We need to see the transmission and transmat logs,” she stated, not as a request, but as a demand. “You’ve been moving people, contestants, across space and possibly even time. We need to know how and why.”

The interrogator paused, considering their words. After a moment, his face hardened. “I cannot allow that, Doctor. You do not understand the full scale of what is at stake here.”

Without waiting for further discussion, the Doctor pulled out her sonic screwdriver, aiming it at the room’s security panel. With a quick buzz, the doors unlocked, surprising the interrogator who reached for his communication device, only to find it disabled by another pulse of the screwdriver.

“Come on, Martha!” the Doctor shouted, grabbing her companion by the arm and dashing out of the room. They navigated the metallic corridors of Satellite 5, dodging security drones and confused staff, heading towards the central broadcasting hub.

Once inside, they found the mainframe—a massive wall of blinking lights and shifting data streams. The Doctor quickly interfaced her screwdriver with the console, pulling up files, logs, and schematics.

Martha watched over her shoulder. “Can you find anything about where these glitches originated, or any patterns in the transmat beams?”

Fingers flying over the console, the Doctor traced the paths of numerous transmissions. Her eyes widened as she found an encrypted file labeled simply, “Origin Point.” With a deft flick, she decrypted it, revealing coordinates that shocked her.

“These coordinates… they’re not just random points in space. They’re specific universes! Universes known for their stability and cultural richness. Someone’s targeting them purposefully.”

“This is bigger than just Satellite 5, isn’t it?” Martha asked, a grim realization dawning on her.

“Yes,” the Doctor murmured. “Someone is using the glitch as a weapon, destabilizing universes, breaking down the barriers between realities.”

At that moment, alarms blared, red lights flashing as more guards approached. The Doctor grabbed the printed transmat log and stuffed it into her coat. “Time to go, Martha! We have what we need to start fighting back.”

They dashed back to the TARDIS under the cover of chaos, the Doctor piloting them away from the immediate danger. As they left, she glanced at the log in her hand, her face set in determination.

"We’ve got a universe to save, Martha. And possibly several others. Whoever’s behind this, they’ve just started a war they’re going to lose.”

Martha nodded, her resolve hardening. “Then let’s get to it, Doctor.”

The TARDIS whirred and dematerialized, leaving behind the puzzled and powerless staff of Satellite 5, setting the stage for a universe-spanning battle to save reality itself, as the Doctor and Martha plunged headlong into the unknown challenges that awaited them.
Write Part 4 where she reunites with the Fam, Also they notice something disheartening, Once they stop the glitch, the chances of characters surviving will be determined by popularity (so Spongebob, BFDI, etc will certainly survive)
### Part 4: Fractured Realities and Familiar Faces

The TARDIS whirred through the vortex of space-time, its familiar hum comforting against the backdrop of cascading chronal energy and the daunting tasks ahead. Martha paced the console room floor, each step echoing the urgency of their mission.

The Doctor, her face illuminated by the glow of the TARDIS console screens, plotted their next course. “We need help, Martha. This isn’t something we can do alone,” she declared, her fingers deftly setting coordinates.

“Who are we looking for?” Martha asked, leaning over to glance at the destination.

“My fam,” the Doctor replied with a determined smile. “Yaz, Ryan, and Graham. If anyone can help us piece this mess together, it’s them.”

Moments later, the TARDIS landed with a gentle thud. The doors swung open to reveal a bustling street in Sheffield. It took no time for the Doctor to locate her friends, engaged in what appeared to be a community clean-up event.

“Doctor!” Yaz exclaimed, dropping her litter-picker in surprise as she rushed over. Ryan and Graham followed close behind, their faces lighting up with smiles.

After quick hugs and greetings, the Doctor’s tone turned serious. “We’ve got a universes-sized problem on our hands. There’s a glitch tearing through realities, destabilizing them. We need to stop it.”

The fam listened intently as the Doctor and Martha explained everything – from Satellite 5 to the encrypted files showing targeted universes. Yaz, Ryan, and Graham nodded in understanding, ready to jump back into action.

“Where do we start?” Graham asked, his voice steady and resolute.

“We need to track the source of the glitch. I have coordinates, but there’s more,” the Doctor said, hesitating. She disclosed the disheartening truth about the potential aftermath of their intervention. “Once we stop the glitch, the characters’ survival in those realities might be decided by their… popularity.”

Silence fell over the group. The weight of such a realization – that existence might depend on something as trivial as popularity – was sobering.

“So, characters like SpongeBob or those from BFDI are likely to survive because they’re well-known?” Ryan asked, trying to grasp the nuance.

“Exactly,” the Doctor confirmed grimly. “But it doesn’t mean we won’t fight for every single character, popular or not. Everyone matters.”

Motivated by the Doctor’s resolve, the fam rallied together. They embarked on the journey to the coordinates provided by the Doctor, each one grappling with the ethical implications of their mission. Upon arriving, they found themselves at the core of a massive data processing center – the hub apparently generating the glitch.

Using the Doctor’s sonic screwdriver and Yaz’s hacking skills, they infiltrated the system. Ryan and Graham worked on physically disconnecting power sources to slow down the glitch’s spread.

After hours of tense work, they managed to install a virus coded by the Doctor to neutralize the glitch. The screens flickered, data streams halted, and for a moment, the entire facility fell silent.

“We did it!” Martha exclaimed, a triumphant smile spreading across her face.

“But now we wait,” the Doctor added, her eyes serious. “We wait to see who makes it through.”

As the realities began to stabilize, the Doctor sent out a universal recovery signal, her message of hope broadcasting across dimensions:
“To all those who find themselves fading, hold on. Help is coming. Together, we can rebuild.”

Back in the TARDIS, the fam gathered around the console, monitoring the effects of their work. Reports started coming in – many characters were stabilizing, their worlds beginning to mend.

“It’s working,” Yaz breathed out, relief evident in her voice.

The Doctor nodded, proud of her team. “Every life saved is a victory,” she declared. “And for those still at risk, our work isn’t over. We continue fighting, for every single one.”

With renewed determination, the Doctor and her fam prepared for the next phase of their mission, ready to face any challenges in their relentless pursuit of justice and equity across the multiverse. They were united, a team bound by compassion and driven by an unyieldable resolve to make things right, no matter the odds.
Write a follow up with Part 5, where the glitch has receded, the less popular ones dead, They travel to the KikoRiki universe, worried incase they survived, Before this, they are captured by The Master, who explains why he brought back the Game Station
### Part 5: Echoes and Answers

As the glitch receded and a semblance of order was restored across the affected universes, the lingering pain of loss shadowed the Doctor and her team. With heavy hearts, they set their next destination to the KikoRiki universe, anxious about the fate that awaited their friends there.

The TARDIS’s gentle landing belied the tension within as the doors swung open to reveal the world of KikoRiki. The Doctor, Martha, Yaz, Ryan, and Graham stepped out into a landscape that was eerily silent, the vibrant colors and laughter that once defined this universe conspicuously absent.

They cautiously explored, calling out for Barry the Bear and Dokko the Moose, the only remaining friends they hoped had survived. Their search led them to a small clearing where, to their immense relief, Barry and Dokko were waiting.

“Doctor!” Barry exclaimed, a somber smile brightening his face. The reunion was heartfelt but tinged with sadness as they confirmed that many were not as lucky to have survived.

As the group shared stories of struggle and resilience, a sudden whir of energy and a flash of light interrupted their reunion. The Doctor spun around, her face hardening as she came face-to-face with a familiar foe: The Master.

“Well, well, well. Quite the touching scene, Doctor,” The Master taunted, his smirk wide and chilling. “Pity it had to end this way.”

“Why, Master? Why bring back the Game Station? Why all this chaos?” the Doctor demanded, her voice steady despite the rising fury.

The Master’s expression turned serious. “Oh, Doctor, always seeing the universe as your little playground to protect. I brought back the Game Station to expose the truth about strength and weakness. Survival of the fittest, Doctor. These games, the glitch—they were all just means to purge the weakness from these universes.”

“You’re mad,” Martha spat, stepping forward. “You’ve used these people as pawns in your sick game!”

Shrugging nonchalantly, The Master continued, “Mad? Perhaps. Or perhaps I am the only one willing to make the difficult decisions. This universe, Doctor, it’s bloated with characters and stories. Consider this…a correction.”

Before the Doctor could move, The Master raised his device, and a strong energy pulse sent them tumbling into darkness.

When they came to, the group found themselves in a containment cell aboard the Game Station. The Doctor quickly assessed their surroundings, her mind racing for solutions.

“We’re not just going to sit here,” Ryan murmured, looking to the Doctor for guidance.

“No, we’re not,” the Doctor asserted, fiddling with a small gadget she had kept hidden. “We’re going to stop the Master, and we’re going to fix this. Properly.”

With a flick and a buzz, the cell’s door swung open, a testament to the Doctor’s ingenuity. They moved stealthily, avoiding patrols, as they made their way to the main control room.

Once inside, the Doctor began rerouting power and overriding systems. Her hands moved with purpose, each press and swipe bringing them closer to ending the Master’s reign of terror.

“Got it!” Yaz exclaimed, having disabled the external communications, cutting off the Master from calling reinforcements.

As they prepared to broadcast a universal antidote to the remnants of the glitch, the Master appeared, rage contorting his features. “You think you’ve won, Doctor?”

“No,” the Doctor replied calmly, her gaze locked on her enemy. “I think we’re just starting to fight back.”

With a swift move, she activated the antidote sequence. Across universes, the remnants of the glitch dissipated, restoring balance and hope.

The Master, realizing his defeat, vanished with a snarl and a flash, no doubt plotting his next move. But for now, the Doctor and her team had won. They returned to the KikoRiki universe, to restore, rebuild, and reassure their friends that they were not alone.

“As long as I’m here,” the Doctor proclaimed, watching Barry and Dokko laugh once more, “there’s always hope. Always a fight to be had for what’s right.”

And with that, they set off once more in the TARDIS, the Doctor and her fam, defenders across the stars, bound by the unyielding spirit of courage and determination.
Write a follow up where they see all the Spongebob, BFDI, Simpsons, etc alive and well, They go to the Kikoriki universe to see if the corrupted characters were revived or killed, considering the show is obscure outside of Russia
### Part 6: Restoration and Realities

The vibrant swirl of the TARDIS in motion was a thing of beauty, a kaleidoscope of colors against the dark backdrop of the universe. The Doctor, Martha, Yaz, Ryan, and Graham gathered around the console, each carrying the weight of recent events but also the hope brought by their small victories.

“Next stop: the realms that survived the glitch well—pop culture’s darlings,” the Doctor announced, her voice mixed with a tinge of sarcidity but also relief. They first visited the SpongeBob SquarePants universe, where the colorful, underwater world was bustling as usual. SpongeBob and Patrick greeted them with their usual enthusiasm, unaware of how close they had come to non-existence.

“It’s business as usual here,” Ryan noted, watching SpongeBob enthusiastically chase a jellyfish.

Next, they visited the universe of BFDI (Battle for Dream Island), where the animated competition was in full swing, the characters engaged in their challenges with zest. Their resilience and cheer were infectious, and it lifted the group’s spirits.

The Simpsons’ Springfield was just as lively, Homer causing mischief at the nuclear plant, and Bart skating down the street, laughing as he evaded Principal Skinner.

“Seems like these universes have bounced back stronger,” Yaz observed with a smile. “Popular or not, it’s good to see life thriving.”

However, a question lingered in their minds—what about the less mainstream universes like KikoRiki, which had been close to their hearts? The Doctor set the coordinates, her expression somber yet hopeful.

As the TARDIS materialized in the KikoRiki universe, the group stepped out into a much quieter world. The vibrant landscapes were there, but the usual bustle was missing.

Walking through the village, they found Barry the Bear and Dokko the Moose, who looked relieved but worn down. The Doctor approached them gently.

“Barry, Dokko, how’s everything here?” she inquired, trying to gauge the situation.

Barry sighed. “It’s been tough, Doctor. Many of us didn’t make it back. The glitch…it took a lot from us.”

Dokko nodded, adding, “The ones that survived, we’re trying to rebuild, keep the memories alive. It’s not easy, but we’re managing.”

The news hit everyone hard. The whimsical beings of KikoRiku, once so full of life and adventure, were now grappling with loss and recovery. But they were resilient, determined to bring back the warmth to their universe.

Moved by their plight, the Doctor and her team spent the next few days in the KikoRiki universe, helping to reconstruct homes and communal spaces. Martha and Yaz organized memory gardens for the fallen characters, while Ryan and Graham helped with the physical rebuild.

During their time there, the Doctor worked on a small side project—a holographic archive of all the characters who had existed before the glitch. “No one is truly gone if they are remembered,” the Doctor explained as she activated the archive, bringing vibrant 3D images of the lost characters to life.

The KikoRiki residents gathered around, smiles emerging as they saw their friends’ likenesses flickering in front of them. There were tears, but also laughter; stories were shared, the legacy of those lost celebrated.

As they prepared to leave, Barry came up to the Doctor, his eyes brimming with gratitude. “Thank you, Doctor. For everything. You’ve brought us hope, reminded us that even in loss, there’s a way to move forward.”

The Doctor hugged him, feeling the weight of his words. “Keep looking after each other,” she urged. “And remember, we’re always just a call away.”

Back in the TARDIS, the team was quiet, each lost in thought over the resilience and strength they’d witnessed.

“Where to next, Doctor?” Martha finally asked, breaking the silence.

The Doctor smiled, her eyes twinkling with unshed tears and the eternal spark of adventure. “Wherever there’s need for hope, Martha. Wherever there’s a call for help. That’s where we’ll go.”

And with that, the TARDIS whirred to life again, disappearing into the vortex, ready for whatever challenges awaited in the boundless universe.
Write a follow up where they drop the Fam off, The Doctor, with only Yaz and Dan, sets off, This then sets up the 2022 specials
### Part 7: Farewells and New Horizons

The heart of the TARDIS pulsed rhythmically, its gentle hum a comforting background noise as the Doctor steered the ship through time and space. The recent victories, though sweet, had left their marks on everyone, weaving a tapestry of resilience tinged with the sorrow of loss. Now, it was time for some farewells.

The Doctor glanced at her companions, each caught in their own reflections. Martha, Ryan, and Graham had decided it was time to return to their lives on Earth—a decision that carried the weight of all they had experienced together.

“We’ve seen so much, haven’t we?” Martha mused, looking around the TARDIS with a wistful smile.

Ryan nodded, adding, “But I think it’s time for a bit of normalcy, at least for a while.”

Graham clapped him on the back. “There’s nothing wrong with a little normal, lad.”

The Doctor, though always a wanderer at heart, felt the pang of their departure. “Earth it is, then,” she agreed, setting the coordinates.

The TARDIS materialized in contemporary Sheffield, and as the door opened to familiar sights and sounds, the trio took a moment to brace themselves for the life they were re-entering. They said their goodbyes, heartfelt and teary, promises to keep in touch exchanged with the knowledge that the universe was just a call away.

As the TARDIS doors closed behind them, the Doctor turned to Yaz and the newest addition, Dan, who had joined their travels under unusual circumstances. With only the two of them now as her companions, it felt like the start of a new chapter.

Yaz, who had grown so much since she first stepped into the TARDIS, looked at the Doctor with determination. “So, what’s next for us, Doctor?”

Dan, ever the eager soul, chimed in with a grin, “Yeah, adventures with the Doc. I’m ready for anything!”

The Doctor smiled at their enthusiasm, feeling rejuvenated by their presence. “Well, we’re not short on options. The universe never sleeps, and there’s a lot out there still needing a helping hand. But first, a little trip to 1950s London. Heard there’s a mystery that could use solving.”

As the Doctor programmed the TARDIS, her mind briefly wandered to the departed friends. Each companion left a mark on her, shaping her journey in ways she often couldn’t articulate. She missed each one, yet the promise of new adventures with Yaz and Dan sparked a familiar thrill—a reminder of why she never stopped traveling.

With a flick of a switch and a pull of a lever, the TARDIS lurched into motion, the vortex swallowing them as they set off towards another unknown. The Doctor’s adventures were endless, the universe vast, and within it lay countless stories waiting to be a part of.

As the TARDIS hummed, the trio watched the swirling colors of time itself, each ready to face whatever challenges and wonders lay ahead. The Doctor, with Yaz and Dan by her side, felt a resurgence of purpose. The future was unwritten, their paths uncharted, and that was exactly how she liked it.

And somewhere in her hearts, she knew this was just the prelude to more monumental events, setting up the stage for challenges and encounters that would define her 2022 specials—an ongoing saga of time, space, and the indefinable spirit of adventure that carried her forward. Write a follow up after the Doctor regenerated, he is confused to have this face again, he gets a letter from Barry and Dokko saying they've been really missing their friends