General A/N:

DW/Outlast Crossover

You don't need to know the game to read this. :) I've only borrowed the location, a few scenes and characters. I have also kept (a lot of) their lines because they are really great and I thought it would be a pity if I replaced their quotes. :) I also visited the Outlast Wikia for writing help.

By the way, if you play video games, I can really recommend Outlast! I nearly s**t myself when I played it.

So, done talking.

Here is my Survival Horror Whouffaldi Fic!

I'm not saying that I can describe things well, but some things you may find disturbing.
The AO3 version contains a few screencaps from the game.

Enjoy. :)

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Feed your dark side.

Sanity Long Gone

CHAPTER I
Mount Massive

The Doctor's eyes had opened lazily for a brief moment, but his heavy eyelids fell shut again. His body was lying on a cold ground and his head and face had hurt. Through his nose, he inhaled deeply and growled - a pain was also tightening his chest.

"What's happened?" he asked himself in thoughts.

He couldn't remember anything.

"Clara?"

No reply.

He managed to open his eyes. Darkness and fog was surrounding him and the memories refused to come back to him.

He tried to lift himself up.

A hiss escaped his mouth as his palms touched the ground.

Shards.

He was lying in shards and both his hands were covered with a few cut wounds. He brought his hand to his face - to the place where it had hurt as well.

Another cut wound - a bigger one. A red line that went from under his eye to his jaw.

The Time Lord got very slowly up due to his aching, dumb body. He looked up at the big villa next to him. A broken window was partly hidden in the fog on the third floor.

Night. Fog. Pain. Shards. Villa.

No villa.

He remembered.

xx xx xx

The middle of a cold night.

The darkness was accompanied by a light breeze and a fog that reminded everyone that it was Autumn.

"Clara Oswald, you never cease to amaze me," the Doctor said as he was fulfilling another of her wishes.

They stepped out of the TARDIS that was parked next to a gate house in front of a big, castle-like villa.

"Mount Massive Asylum - a long-abandoned hospital... Or so at least everyone thinks."

Clara's eyes were full of spark as they found him. A little playful smile was encouraging the Doctor to continue.

Adrenaline junkies.

"Secretly re-opened for research... experiments," the Doctor continued as he walked over to the rusty metal gate and sonicked it.

"Welcome to Mount Massive, Miss Oswald," he said with a grin while he held the gate door open for her."

They walked along the path to the main entrance while their hungry eyes examined the asylum from the outside. They couldn't make out anything unusual. Just the lights were on in some of the rooms and they even spotted one person that walked past one of the windows.

The lock of the main door clicked when the Doctor pointed his screwdriver on it, but they couldn't get in, anyway.

"Barricaded?" Clara asked.

"Yes, probably. We must find another way in."

Main door blocked? This would be good. The Doctor's hearts were drumming in his chest in suspense and joy because he couldn't wait to get in. This may not be one of their usual trips, but it was certainly not less exciting.

From the door, they went left and walked quietly along the wall, so no one could see them.

Soon, they came to a scaffolding that reached up the fourth floor.

"Look, there's no pane in that window up there," the Doctor pointed up.

"Oh, yeah, good eyes," Clara replied with a smile.

The old and rusty construction creaked and shook under them as they were climbing up.

The room was empty, lights were off. The Doctor and Clara climbed quietly inside through the window and just when they got in, Clara jumped as the construction noisily collapsed to the ground.

"That was close," the Doctor said.

"What if someone will come?" she asked quickly.

"We have to hope that no one will," the Doctor replied.

"Great."

Spotting a locker, she grabbed him by the hand and pushed him inside and then squeezed herself in as well.

Pressed against each other, secretly smiling in the dark, they waited.

No sounds could be heard. Nothing. The fear disappeared as quickly as it came.

"I don't think that anyone will come, Clara," the Time Lord said after a while.

"Probably not," she agreed and they went out.

The Impossible girl immediately went to the door at her right, but the Doctor grabbed her arm to stop her.

"Wait!" he started.

"We have to be quiet... We don't know what is going on here, so we have to be careful, alright?"

Sometimes she just threw herself into the adventures... and he didn't like that. She was a difficult person to be looked after. What if something happened to her? A loss he couldn't bear. Wouldn't bear. Clara was the air in his lungs, the beating of his hearts... his everything.

The soft tone and concern in his voice made her remember that this hadn't been the first time he told her to be more careful. Although she tried to keep it in mind, but in the heat of the moment her body just started doing what it wanted and she forgot herself.

"What I'm trying to say is... I care for you deeply-"

"I know," Clara interrupted him with a smile.

"And I can't protect you if you keep on rushing into things," the Doctor tried to explain calmly.

Stepping closer to him, she took his hand and squeezed it, which made his hearts flutter.

"I know... And I'm sorry. You know how I can be sometimes," she replied.

The Doctor tilted his head as his lips curled into a smile. His loving gaze gave his thoughts away.

"I'll try to pay more attention. For you," she assured him.

She stepped aside, so he could go first - as it usually was and how it should be.

"No one can see us till we snitch some lab coats... With the psychic paper, it's all we need."

Clara nodded and the Doctor opened the door that led to the next room. He could have chosen the door that led to the hallway, but that would have been too risky since he saw light coming from under that particular door.

When Clara and the Doctor entered the next room, a terrible stench invaded their nostrils.

"Blimey, what's that?!" Clara whispered as she made a grimace.

The Doctor didn't answer - he just took her hand in his.

He knew what it was... Blood. Decaying human body.

The Doctor had decided to tell her because she should know what to expect.

"Probably a dead body somewhere in this room," came his reply and Clara's heart started beating a little a faster.

Neither of them could see much due to high bookshelves and wardrobes that were distributed all over the room, but there was one thing they saw - a bit of light that was coming from the corner, so they headed towards it. After they had squeezed through the narrow aisles, the smell was much stronger and burned inside their noses, making them a bit sick. They peeked out from behind one of the shelves...

A lamp was dangling from the ceiling, illuminating a person impaled by a pole that was forced in his anus and went out through his mouth. Maggots were devouring his eyes and a part of the man's face, the body was deformed by cramps and covered in cut wounds... Dark blood was dripping on the floor where it formed pool.

Clara gasped at the hideous sight in front of them and her eyes fell to the ground to avoid it.

"Clara, you're fine, look at me, look at me," the Doctor whispered as his hands found her shoulders.

"Who could have done that?" she asked.

"I don't know, but something's very wrong here... Come on, we have to get past him to the door... Will you be ok?" he asked.

Clara nodded, still a bit stunned, "Yeah, I think so... I just hadn't expected anything like...that."

"It's alright, Clara," he whispered.

"Neither did I," he went on to himself as he walked over to the dead man and Clara, fascinated and disgusted at the same time, followed him.

"Clara, look."

Right next to the man, the Time Lord saw some clothes lying on the ground.

"He was a member of the staff," he explained and moved in front of the body.

"Twenty-nine."

"Twenty-nine?" Clara asked.

"The number's carved into his stomach right here. I hadn't noticed before because it got mixed up with the other cuts from the distance."

"What does it mean?" she asked.

"I don't know," the Doctor shook his head.

Then they moved through another door and found themselves in a long hallway.

Quiet. Everything was so quiet. Too quiet.

The lights on the ceiling were on, a lot of them didn't work, so parts of it remained in quite dark. The Doctor decided to go right where it led them to a sort of balcony that went all around. Below them, they could see the atrium and pieces of furniture gathered together - no doubt they stood just above the barricaded entrance.

"Look, there's a lift," Clara pointed out.

It was an old lift cage (stairs right next to it) - on their left, just opposite the main door.

"But we'll have to squeeze between two wardrobes again... Someone had great fun rearranging stuff in here," she added.

"Seems like it."

The Doctor walked over to the wardrobes just to get a better look at the main door. Wardrobes, chairs, tables, two broken computers, plants... and three dead bodies.

Clothes soaked with blood, bodies probably stabbed, throats cut.

"Oh God," Clara uttered quietly as she joined the Doctor's side.

"Someone's murdered the staff. And the patients probably as well," the Doctor mused.

"You think he or she or they are still inside, right?" she asked him as her eyes fell again to the blocked door.

The Time Lord nodded and went over to the obstacle that prevented them from going to the lift.

"Come on, let's go to the lift," he said as while he was squeezing through between the pieces of furniture.

On the other side, a cold hand suddenly grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up in the air.

Hearing Clara call his name, the time traveller was now genuinely frightened as he was looking in two piercing, bloody eyes of a muscular man who seemed to have enormous strength. Almost a mutant. He had no shirt and his body was sprinkled with drops and splatters of dried red liquid - under them one could spot numerous dark violet bruises. His crazy eyes examined the Doctor whose fingers were digging into his hand. The mad man shook his victim violently in the air, growling with pleasure before he punched him heavily in the stomach.

"Doctor!" Clara called again in despair, just standing there on the spot because she knew she couldn't help him.

"Run, Clara! Hide somewhere," was the only thing he managed to say in a slightly broken voice due to the pain before an iron fist hit his torso again.

No clear words, just another angry groan when the big man carried the Doctor into the nearest room.

The Doctor managed to kick him a few times, but it was no use because the mutant-like man who felt no pain.

Growling again, he threw the intruder with all his power against the window.

xx xx xx

He remembered.