Doctor Whooves: The Search For Derpy

by Jeseille-Hazim


Chapter 3

“Huh? Where am I?” the Doctor asked out loud, confused.

He surveyed the area and saw some ponies gathering in a field. It looked like they were wearing all black. Curious, he went to see what was going on. He got there and saw that there was actually a funeral going on. He stood there and listened to the ponies who were saying a few words about the pony who died.

After they finished, the ponies decided to bury the coffin. Some ponies that volunteered carried the coffin over to the grave and gently laid it down into the grave. Then they started to shovel the dirt back in. Once they were done and had left, the Doctor stayed back. He approached the grave and saw that the tombstone had some words engraved on it.

“HERE LIES DERPY”

The Doctor was brought to his knees by this. “No... No... NO!” the Doctor shouted out loud, not caring if anypony heard him.

“Derpy can’t be dead, she just can’t...” the Doctor sniffled as he wiped away his own tears.

Suddenly, a head and two hooves came out of the grave. The Doctor was jumped back by this.

“D-Derpy?” the Doctor stammered.

“Why didn’t you save me, Doctor? Why?” the dead Derpy called out.

“I was going to save you, but then I dozed off!” the Doctor replied.

“Now you’re going to pay for what you’ve done... BY COMING WITH ME TO THE GREAT BEYOND!” the dead Derpy shouted.

Thinking quickly, he started to run away. It was no use as he felt two hooves grasp his hind legs and start hauling him towards the grave.

“Help!” the Doctor called out, hoping somepony would hear him.

Somepony did hear him, some ponies in fact. Suddenly, the ponies from earlier came back, but not to help him. Instead, they had rocks in their hooves that they were ready to throw. Without a word, they threw the rocks at the Doctor. He felt pain as most of the rocks landed on his spine and other unmentionable parts.

He held on to the edge of the ground with his fore legs. Looking down, he saw fire. Looking back up, he saw a little colt run up to the edge with a evil grin on his face. The little colt used his forelegs to push a hoof off the edge. He succeeded in doing so. The colt moved to his other hoof.

“No! Please.. Don’t do it,” the Doctor begged.

The colt merely chuckled and pushed his other hoof off the edge.

“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” the Doctor shouted as he was engulfed in the flames.


The Doctor awoke the next morning with a jump. He quickly opened his eyes and looked around to see if he was still in the same spot as last night. It turns out, he was still under the same tree he fell asleep at. Looking down, he saw that he was unharmed. He then saw that there was no traces of burn marks either. Other than some leaves that fell onto him, he was okay.

With a sigh of relief, he got onto all four of his hooves. “Oh, thank Celestia it was just a dream!” the Doctor exclaimed.

He still felt like rocks had actually been thrown at him. He then heard a voice. He couldn’t tell if it was a mare or stallion so he perked his ears up to listen more intently. Once he had done that, It started to sound like a little colt actually. A colt who was probably lost or something. Being a nice-hearted pony, he decided to help the colt. He trotted closer to where he had heard the voice.

Apparently, the voice was coming from behind a bush. He didn’t have to take another step when the colt came out from behind the bush. This colt seemed familiar to him and that’s when he thought back to his dream. He had an image in his head of the colt that pushed him off the edge and they looked pretty much identical.

“Wait, he’s real?!” the Doctor whispered to himself.

“Hi!” the little colt greeted.

“Stay back!” the Doctor yelled as he backed himself up against the tree the farthest he could go. He even stood on his hind legs to see if he could go farther, which resulted in only getting a smidge more. He had sweat going down his face and his irises were pinpricks.

“Are you okay, mister?” the little colt asked, worried about this stallion he just met.

“No, I’m not okay because you’re going to kill me!” the Doctor yelled causing some saliva to come out of his mouth and onto the colt’s face.

The colt wiped the saliva off his face with his hoof. “Why would I want to do that?” the colt asked.

“Wait, you’re not going to kill me?” the Doctor asked the colt, slightly calming down.

“Of course not,” the colt replied.

“Oh, well okay then. Then why are you here in a scary forest like this?” the Doctor asked, completely calming down and standing on all four of his hooves again.

“I just came here to get my ball. I had to come back here several times. You got hit with it most of the times while you were sleeping,” the colt explained.

“So that’s why I kept getting hit with rocks from those ponies in my dream and still felt the pain when I woke up,” the Doctor whispered to himself, making sure the colt didn’t hear it. He didn’t want to explain his dream to a colt of young age.

“Hey mister, what’s your name?” the little colt asked, curious.

“The Doctor,” he replied.

“Doctor who? You got a last name?” the colt asked again, still curious.

“Nope, it’s just the Doctor,” the Doctor replied.

“Oh,” the colt said.

“What’s your name?” the Doctor asked.

“Brawny Boulder,” the colt replied.

“With that kind of name, I can tell you’re going to grow up to be a really strong earth pony,” the Doctor replied.

“Heh, thanks!” the colt replied.

“No problem,” the Doctor said.

The Doctor turned around and saw that the colt’s ball was near a bush. The Doctor then walked over to where it was and picked it up with his hoof. He walked back to where the colt was standing and extended his hoof towards him. The colt took the ball with his own hoof.

“See ya around?” the colt asked.

“Possibly,” the Doctor replied.

The colt then ran off with a smile, leaving the Doctor alone.

“I better hurry up and find Derpy, which isn’t possible with all the bad luck I’ve been having. I don’t want to experience another one of those dreams again,” the Doctor said as he rubbed his head with his hoof.

“I hope that colt’s going to be okay though. He should at least have some parental supervision,” the Doctor thought as he trotted deeper into the forest.