The hollow sockets in its face filled with scowling eyes as skin seeped like ichor out of impossible pores. Dan tried not to retch at the sight of its growing form, the sound of cracking bones too visceral to bear. After several agonising seconds, it rose on unsteady legs and fixed the Doctor with a grimace; its peerless expression of unrestrained hatred bore through her hearts, and the Doctor realised, with mounting horror, that this was not a new lifeform: she’d seen this evil before…
It was a long time ago, long before she was a woman. Was it when she was a cricketer, or when she had the ludicrously long scarf? She couldn’t recall, her mind partially blocked by the fear that was overcoming her as she gazed upon the horrific creature. The lower half of its face split open, forming a “mouth”. A deep, grimy voice emanated from the monster.
“I was planning to capture the body of the elder male, but now I have a better choice. A Time Lord.”
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Yaz suppressed the tremor in her voice, ‘Doctor, what is it?’
The hard light of the TARDIS’ interior cast a dark shadow across the Doctor’s face. The scars of centuries splayed like fingers across her face, the hands of time threatening to pull her asunder. ‘You’ve had many names, haven’t you?’ she began. ‘But you’re still the same: you’re still terrible.’ The Doctor squared her shoulders. ‘We’ll play the contest again, Zodin.’
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The Zodin cackled evilly, a rich echoing timbre created by the creature’s face rising like yeast to equal the Doctor’s. Now, most cackles were evil but this one particularly sounded terrible. Like pure dread incarnate. The smell of bones turning to goo and solidifying hung in the air around it. The Doctor knew that they had to get out of the universe. If she lost… “The Terrible Zodin can’t have access to this TARDIS. Lock the doors, Yaz!” Yaz ran to the door.
As it burbled into its true form, The Doctor turned to the console.
Preparing to activate the emergency unit, The Doctor steeled herself with a custard cream. Then she noticed the unmistakable look of Dan on the other side, scrunching up his face in confusion. She liked having friends with such predictable faces.
Yaz turns around after locking the door. But she stands still. Her fear is abated by the face of what looked like a stripey childhood friend with a long snout-like face. The last words Yaz said before the Zodin reached out to her were somewhat obvious. Said to calm her nerves. Yaz opened her mouth and said, “Doctor, it looks like a Fimble?!” Then her mind is touched by another.
And The Doctor realised that her friends were still outside…
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idk how to continue i have no idea what the zodin is or does or context to stories featuring it
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Hope this helps. 
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I know but I still don’t know what I would write for this…
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If you want, I can step in?
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The distant tolling of the Cloister Bell ran parallel with the slow thrumming of the Doctor’s hearts. ‘Still changing your appearance?’ she asked. ‘I was rather fond of the other one.’
‘Still hypocritical?’ it spat. ‘I was never fond of you.’
The Doctor gave a wry smile, ‘The feeling’s mutual. What have you done to Yaz and Dan?’
‘Nothing. Not yet.’ The Terrible Zodin paced around the console, but the Doctor did the same, each step careful as the menace continued, ‘No harm shall come to them if you surrender your time capsule.’
‘As if. Something like you having the secrets to all of time and space? You’d probably tie yourself in knots trying to find the handbrake.’
‘Do not lecture me!’
‘I’m not lecturing, I’m bantering. There’s a difference.’ The Doctor chose her witticisms carefully, uncomfortably aware that each one may be her last. But, with each syllable, her fingers ghosted closer towards the emergency unit. She knew what had to be done. ‘Just like the difference between you and me. And, if you want a lecture, I’ll be more than happy to tell you all about it.’
The Zodin tutted, willing to humour its victim’s last request. ‘Enlighten me.’
‘Gladly.’ Her hand hovered over the control. ‘We can both change appearance, we can both talk and talk and talk. But the difference between you and me is simple…’
‘Not as simple as killing you, Time Lord—’
‘Simpler than that.’ The Doctor grinned at the solid kiss of metal against her palm. ‘I know how to press all the right buttons!’
Her hand slammed against the console and, in an instant, the dark walls of the TARDIS burned with a blinding flash. The crystals around the Doctor shattered as cracks cut through their cores, a discordant string of painful notes echoing and dying around her as the interior dimensions collapsed and burned.
The Doctor floated towards total oblivion, alone and with no escape. But oblivion was not all unknown to her—she had activated the emergency unit before and wondered if she would again return to that realm of stories and make believe…
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The last thing she saw before things went dark was the Zodin. In anger, it yelled. “You fool! I will find you!”
Its voice echoed and faded away as the world around did the same. Everything went black. Then all of a sudden, light. The Doctor was awake, she was laying down on some hard surface. It was the ground. She sat up to see where she was now…
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She saw a familiar face staring down at her.
“Fancy a drink, Doctor?” Professor Bernice Summerfield asked. “You look like you need one.”
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Bernice reached out a hand to the prone form of the Doctor. It took her a moment, but eventually her senses returned and she realised she was lying on a bed of soft, green grass. The air smelled fresh and light. There was a warmth on her skin. The Doctor looked again at Bernice’s proffered hand and reached up to grab it. Bernice hauled her to feet.
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“How’d you know it was me?” The Doctor asked. Unless she’d forgotten, Bernice had never met this incarnation of her.
Bernice gave a somewhat smug grin. “It’s me, Doctor. I know you. Oh also, this was next to you.”
She held up a vaguely cylindrical object in vibrant silver. The sonic screwdriver. Benny playfully “scanned” the Doctor with it before handing it over to its rightful owner.
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With her proffered hand, Benny helped the Doctor to her feet. ‘Thanks,’ the Doctor said. ‘Is there any point in asking where we are?’
‘The better question is how you got here.’
‘Well, I was in the TARDIS…’
‘The TARDIS?’ Benny asked. When she found the Doctor, she found her alone. The blue box – the magical vessel she could never forget – was nowhere to be seen. ‘Unless it’s invisible, I don’t think it’s around here.’
The Doctor looked at her surroundings to see for herself. Everything was congealed behind a blur, somehow too close and too far for her vision to properly focus. The gravity was stable and the air was breathable. Even behind that haze, there was no impression of a large blue shape—if the TARDIS was here, it was somewhere further away.
It took several tentative moments for the Doctor’s eyes to adjust properly, much to her confusion and the barely concealed amusement of Benny, but she eventually discerned the colour of the ground. It was grey. It had the texture of dirt and grass after a wildfire, a blasted heath unable to sustain any life whatsoever. The distant hills were much the same, and the sky overhead was without cloud or sun or moon or star. Everything was silent.
Then, she saw it; several feet away, partially hidden behind a large rock, was a piece of fabric. The Doctor hurried over with Benny close behind, and squatted to look closer. It was the arm of a leather jacket ripped at the shoulder. The Doctor felt her hearts shake.
‘Doctor?’ Benny asked. ‘You’ve gone pale. What is it?’
‘This jacket,’ she said, ‘belongs to a friend. It… It belongs to Yaz.’
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Benny paused for a moment as she noticed the Doctor’s reaction to the sleeve.
“Well, then your friend must be around here somewhere. Let’s search.” She said.
The Doctor held the sleeve in her arms and examined it, clearly distraught. However as soon as she looked back at Benny, she made sure to look joyous and confident.
“Right, in fact… perhaps I can scan this and find something that will allow us to track Yaz.”
The sonic screwdriver, which the Doctor had put in her coat pocket after Benny gave it to her, was retrieved once more. The yellow light shone and the device emitted its usual buzzing as the Doctor aimed it at the discarded sleeve of Yaz’s jacket.
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