//------------------------------// // Prologue: Just a Normal Morning. // Story: Doctor Whooves: Ever changing // by AvianAlpha1 //------------------------------// Doctor Whooves: Ever Changing Prologue: Just a Normal Morning. After centuries of traveling through time and space, saving countless lives and visiting countless worlds, the Doctor had finally came face to face with his worst enemy yet. “BOOOOOORED,” the Doctor droned as his head was resting on the center console of the TARDIS. Being bored might not be bad to most people but most people aren't the Doctor. The Doctor began to drum his fingers on the console as he tried to hum a tune to himself. This lasted for about ten seconds before he got bored of that too. He got up as he started to jog around the console, trying to think of something, ANYTHING to do to alleviate his boredom. “All of time and space is what you have Doctor,” he said to himself as he stopped jogging and began jumping in place, “All of time and space and I can't think of one thing to do”. He stopped jumping as a big smile appeared on his face, “I know, I'll-“ he paused for a second as he thought this over and his smile turned in to a frown, “-no… Perhaps… No, no that wouldn't do… Maybe…” The doctor paused for a long a long moment as he thought about this. He promptly slammed his head in to the console as he let out a loud groan. “When did this universe become SOOOO boring?” His head then shot straight up as he got an idea. He began pulling levers, pressing buttons, and flipping switches. He knew that what he was doing was dangerous and if one thing went wrong he could destroy the entire universe, but he had no choice. At this point, the Doctor was willing to do anything to alleviate his boredom. The Doctor threw the final switch as the TARDIS lurched forward and began to pick up speed. It raced across the stars going faster and faster as it warped space around it threatening to rip a hole through space and time. “Come on baby,” the Doctor yelled as the TARDIS’s console began to spark and catch on fire, “I know you’re not used to this, but you’re going to have to hold together, COME ON!” The TARDIS accelerated passed what it was used as its shape began to distort and was on the verge of ripping itself apart And then it was gone. Mornings in Ponyville were always peaceful. Songbirds sang as Celestia’s sun peaked over the edge of the horizon, sending shades of pink and orange to rest on all of the buildings. The soft breeze carrying the sweet scent of pastries through the streets as Sugar Cube Corner came to life to serve the hungry costumers of Ponyville. The cry of the rooster from Sweet Apple Acres sounded the start of a new day. Nothing could ruin this moment. Unless you had the local DJ as your roommate. Octavia laid in her bed as she stared at the ceiling with blood shot eyes and her dark gray mane a mess, as the sound of electronic club music reverberated throughout the house. She wished she could say that this was a onetime occurrence and that her roommate was a model citizen. She wished that she could say that her roommate was a respected member of society and wasn't arrested twelve times. Unfortunately, Octavia would be lying through her teeth. Octavia groaned as she final gave up on trying to go back to sleep and slowly rolled out of her bed and began her trek down the stairs. To say that their house was normal was an understatement, as it looks as if someone took two halves of two very different homes and smashed them together. The outside of the house had barely any differences at all as the left side had a nice, warm brown coloring to it, and a chimney in the shape of organ pipes, while the right side of the house was a bright shade of purple. The left of the houses interior had a more traditional sense to it, as it was mostly decorated in the same style that most homes in Ponyville were. It consisted of all brown walls with dark purple accents running along the corners of the rooms and along the edges of the doors. A small, wooden arm chair sat next to a window with a small coffee table just to the right of it. Around the room sat numerous musical instruments that would usually be seen in a small orchestra or ensemble. The right half of the house was practically the complete opposite of the left half, as it was built to resemble a small club. All of the walls and doors were colored a vibrant purple as stage lights hung from the ceiling. A complete turn table setup dominated most of the right half as well as a large selection of sound systems and electronic instruments. The only piece of furniture was a single arm chair with a lightning bolt design going down the center of it. Octavia eventually reached the bottom of the stairs and looked right over to the house’s proper right, where she found her roommate on her turntable set up. Octavia yelled as she tried to get Vinyl Scratch’s attention, but her voice was muffled by the speaker’s volume. After a few more attempts to at yelling over the sub woofer, Octavia finally had enough. She walked over and promptly yanked out the power strip connecting all of Vinyl’s equipment. Octavia sighed in relief as she turned to look at Vinyl. “Vinyl what have I said about-“Octavia quickly ducked as a stage light went sailing over her head “-OI, WHAT WAS THAT FOR.” Vinyl sat there with her hooves crossed over her chest and an angry glare as she gestured to her sound system with her head. Octavia sighed. “Look, I'm sorry I had to unplug you, but you can't have your music up that loud this early in the morning.” Vinyl threw her nose in the air and turned her head away from Octavia. Octavia shook her head and asked, “Are you going to pout about this the rest of the morning?” Vinyl nodded her head. “And there is nothing that I can do to make you stop”, Octavia questioned with a raised eye brow. Vinyl nodded again. “Not even for chocolate chip pancakes and cinnamon buns”, Octavia asked with a knowing smirk. Vinyl Scratch’s ears perked up as she looked at Octavia with an eager look. Octavia faked a sighed and turned toward the kitchen as if she didn't see Vinyl’s reaction. “I guess I’ll just eat them all by myself.” Octavia felt a heavy weight clasp itself around her left hind leg. She looked back to see the pleading face of Vinyl Scratch. Octavia feigned shock as she put a hoof to her chest. “I thought you were still mad at me? Does this mean you apologize for having your music so loud this early in the morning?” Octavia asked causing Vinyl to nod vigorously. “And you promise not to do it again?” Octavia asked once more, causing Vinyl nod her head more vigorously as she redoubles her pleading expression. Octavia put a hoof to her chin as she pretended to think about before giving Vinyl a warm smile. “Well I guess I can make an extra batch for you.” Octavia was nearly thrown off her hoofs as Vinyl threw herself on Octavia, giving her a big hug. Octavia chuckled at Vinyl’s antics as she wriggled out of the embrace. “Alright,” Octavia said with a smile, “you set the table while I prepare the pancakes.” Just then a loud boom sounded over head, quickly followed by a large crash out in the distance. Both mares looked at each other before they both dashed out of the house to investigate. Fortunately, they didn't have to walk far as the cause of the commotion had appeared to have crash landed right in their back yard. As they got closer, they could tell that it was box shaped and blue in color. There was writing on the top of it that said Police Public Call Box as well as some inscription on the side of it. Suddenly the doors to the box opened with a hiss as a light gray changeling with a bright blue mane and tail, and glowing blue eyes crawled out coughing, causing both mares to jump back. The changeling rubbed its eye as its gaze focused on Octavia and Vinyl Scratch. The changeling smiled as he said, “Hello, I'm the Doctor. Do you have anything to eat?”