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// Stranger in the TARDIS 
// Story: Zero Room 
// by FiveyWhooves 
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	The Doctor opened his eyes slowly and took a note of his surroundings. Instantly he felt his head throb on his right temple. With a faint memory of the prior moments, he recalled being struck where pain currently stood. It was just after the slippery voice whispered into his ear.
He struggled to move. That was when the Doctor realized that his hooves were being held back by thick, silver strands of something not at all familiar to him. As he attempted to get free, the Doctor also realized that the strands were connected to his head. That was where he stopped.
The interior that the Doctor was able to see was extremely dim, however, looked vaguely familiar. In the center of the room was a TARDIS console that was extremely outdated compared to his current model. Everywhere else was empty and black, with only the walls glowing a dim orange, the light coming through what looked like circles. The Doctor, for some reason, instantly thought "round things" yet doubted the idea that what he was hanging in could be his old TARDIS.
The Doctor took a deep breath as he tried to grasp at an idea for escape. None came to mind. It was then a door to his left slid open. A silhouette of a stallion walked through the door, but the Doctor couldn't exactly tell who it was.
"Ah...I see you are awake, Doctor," it said in a over-enthusiastic tone. The pony walked across the room before stopping at the console on the opposite side of the Doctor. "Comfortable?"
"More or less, but I'd probably go with less," replied the Doctor irritably.
"Good," chuckled the stallion.
"How do you know I am the Doctor?" asked the Timepony. "Also, how did you manage to get this ship? Do you even know what it is?" Again, a chuckle.
"I know you're the Doctor because only the Doctor can enter his own TARDIS," said the stallion. 
"And I suppose you are the exception," sassed the Doctor. "Who are you anyway?"
"I already told you before, haven't I?" said the stallion. "I'm a madman, Doctor." The Doctor paused. Madman...that was odd...here was a stallion, an obvious pony, yet he used the term "man". This confused the Doctor. Everypony in Equestria used "pony".
"A yes, madpony got it," stated the Doctor. "Still, as mad as you are I still am curious how in the world you would be in my TARDIS, assuming you aren't me, of course."
"Oh, I'm not you," the stallion replied, "that's for certain. Also, you are hilarious, Doctor. I cannot believe you don't recall a single event from earlier today. Post-regeneration trauma?" Now the Doctor was really confused.
"Wait, what? Regeneration?"
"It gets even the best of us, doesn't it?" the stallion said coolly. "How'd you die, Doctor? Did you tamper with my technology and somehow end up here? Seems logical."
"What?!" The Doctor was too flabbergasted to speak. He was lost.
"How much trouble did you have to go through, hm? Did you have to leave all of those people in the past?"
"Look, I have no idea what you're talking about!" interrupted the Doctor. "All I know is that you have a TARDIS, my TARDIS, and that upsets me! How did you get it!?"
"Patience, Doctor," said the stallion. "You really don't remember anything, do you?"
"No, I don't. And it'd be ever so kind of you to explain."
"Well," chortled the stallion as the Doctor watched him stroke the console. "You gave it to me." The Doctor's jaw dropped. 
"I-I-" he stuttered. "I don't understand."
"Ah, I know," replied the stallion, as if he had heard the statement millions of times before. "You never do."