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// Prologue 
// Story: Fallout Equestria: Causality 
// by SirNyanofCanterlot 
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Fallout Equestria: Causality


Disclaimer: I do not own My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic or Doctor Who. They are properties of Hasbro and BBC respectively
Thanks to KKat for writing Fallout Equestria, of which this is a spinoff story





In my countless centuries of existence, this was the part of my job I had never gotten used to. Actually no, that's quite a bit of an understatement. This was the part I utterly despised.

I can't have you just waltzing into an epic tale of misery and woe, so here's a bit of backstory – a prologue if you will.

When a change in history is made, the new timeline doesn't automatically replace the old one – forming a single, improved continuity – instead it splits. Into two, into three, into infinity; it's all the same really. However, in this all-encompassing web of wibbly-wobbly-timey-wimey-stuff, there are intersections; or more accurately, think of them as islands. Time here is fixed. Not the exact same events, but parallel circumstances that cannot be shifted. Why? Oh, there's the whole breaking the universe and tearing the fabric of reality thing. The obvious solution is what you've probably been told hundreds of times: don't touch anything. Simple right? Well, more often than not, these islands are equate to massive losses of life. By massive, I mean on planetary scales, not galactic.

It's just a few billion sapients, a couple planets or so; not a big deal to the universe really.

Oh yes, I've tried to stop disasters before, but that merely delayed the inevitable. Massacres were escalated to genocides; stopping a slaughter here meant the bad guys had more time to plan there. Bloody hell, no wonder all of my "betters" were stodgy old dingbats. "Help the lesser races" I said. "It will change history for the better" I said. Saving a few here and now just meant more would die later on. Might as well let the whole lot – woah, depressing thoughts off starboard. We can't have that now, can we? Don't want to intentionally annihilate all of existence. No, just unintentionally...

What was I talking about? Ah, well, if you haven't figured out already, I'm the Doctor, some call me Doctor Whooves, and this is the story of the time (haha, very punny) I saved/destroyed Equestria by causing/preventing the Wasteland.

Turns out, the zebras were right for blaming the stars, weren't they?





A/N: Don't expect regular updates