//------------------------------// // Tinker Toys // Story: Equine Royale // by MemoryLane //------------------------------// "Doctor!" Twilight Sparkle shouted, fiddling with her creation, moving various wires and other things about on it. Doctor Whooves came out of the brush right after hearing her voice, attempting to catch his breathe as sweat poured down his face. "Yes?" He wheezed. "I need you to do me a favor..." She asked politely, smiling up at him. Doctor Whooves groaned. He's been helping her all morning. Mainly by running to get various supplies, wires, conduits, batteries and other things. His legs were already sore from all the running he had done. It was going to be a long day, and it wasn't even 5 in the morning yet. After his incident with Bon Bon and Lyra, the Doctor was pretty upset. He didn't know where to look or who to turn to, until he found this purple unicorn in the brush. When the Doctor found her, she looked exhausted, and was beginning to grow a little...loopy. She told him that she had been working on making a radio so that they might be able to contact someone back in her home of Ponyville. She had a plan, it seemed, although it she didn't explain much more than that. "Please Hooves? I just need a few tools." She begged. The Doctor truly didn't feel like going out and searching this woods for simple supplies, but he couldn't say no. He didn't want to be alone again... He sighed. "What do you need now?" Twilight Sparkle beamed at the Doctor's compliance and looked back at her contraption and at the other parts that were scattered about the jungle floor. She thought momentarily before giving him a direct answer. "Well, I need a hammer, a wrench, a screwdriver, five bolts, six screws, a few more batteries, a new conduit, a rubber band, rubber gloves, maybe a drill," Doctor Whooves wasn't sure he caught all that, but he knew that it would just be easier to look for a simple toolbox. He cut Twilight short. "Uhm, yes, yes, alright. I'll be back in a moment." He stated. Twilight looked back at her mess of a creation with intrigue and nodded gently and the Doctor, once again, took off. To be honest, he had no idea where he was going to find a toolbox, but since this is the Princess' island he figured that they have to have tools lying about somewhere around this island. He didn't even know where to start. True, he had been wandering around it for the last last...what...24 hours? 36? Bah, he didn't know. But even still, this island was huge. It could take him forever just to find some sort of toolbox. The weather is fairly cold, but the temperature definitely seemed to be rising. The sun was no where to be found, although it was visibly becoming brighter, much to the Doctor's relief. He pondered maybe going that one of the cottages might have one nearby...but didn't they become off limits? He decided not to risk it anyways, he was sure that the area was decimated after that explosion. It was practically heard by the whole island. Maybe if he just kept looking, maybe he would find one. He wanted to believe that there might be some sort of garage somewhere, but due to the lack of any trails he very much doubted that. But what about a shed? Ugh, this was going to take forever. An hour passed, and then two, the sun was finally showing itself and peering out from behind the clouds. The Doctor was in pain at this point. His legs were throbbing like never before. He could say quite truthfully that this was the most walking he's done in a while. He was going to sit down, when he saw something white in the distance. "Please...tell me that is what I think it is, and NOT a hallucination..." He told himself. Luck was on his side, where he stumbled upon Celestia's living quarters; A large white two story house loomed in front of him. Whooves contemplated going inside, but remembered that he had a job to do. He walked around to the back of the house curiously, hoping to find some sort of shed or something to help his on his quest. His heart dropped as nothing stood behind the rural home. Except... "A cellar?" Doctor Whooves asked himself. He had a habit of occasionally talking to himself. Especially when he got lonely. The cellar had two doors, but unfortunately, there was a large padlock on it. The Doctor felt like screaming in frustration "Why can't anything be in my favor!" He muttered. He picked up the lock and inspected it, it seemed very rusty and old. IT even appeared to jingle a little bit when the Doctor pulled on it. Hooves smirked to himself, as an idea formed. "No problem, I can easily just break this. I just need to find something heavy..." He told himself. "Great, even more things to find." He chuckled, attempting to put himself in a better mood than what he was just in a few seconds ago. To the Doctor's pleasure, he found a large, head shaped rock right near the jungle. It took a lot of effort to pick it up and carry it, but soon enough, he was standing over the cellar with the massive rock rested on his bag, which was on his back. A good balancing technique, if he does say so himself. He set the rock on the ground and put his hooves under it, using all of his might, he lifted it over his head, and stood on his hind legs. But when he pushed off the ground to do it only sent him plum on his back due to the new weight over his head. The rock only missed his head by a good six centimeters, scaring the earth pony beyond belief. "Oops! To much 'Oomf' I guess..." He stated. He made a mental note not to push that had off the ground the next time he attempted it. He picked himself up before trying again. He lifted the rock over his head, and threw it down onto the lock, creating a loud BANG as the rock also came in contact with the wood. The Doctor cheered as he looked at the lock which was now broken. "Yes!" He shouted. He pushed the large rock out of the way, removed the lock, and lifted open a single door to the cellar. It was very dark, which would only cause more problems for the poor Doctor. So far, it seemed like all he had received on this island was even more bad luck. "Hello? Is anyone down there?" He called, taking a step down the stairs. He left the cellar door open to help him see a little better. He could only see down a few stairs. He looked at the wall on his left, and sighed at his stupidity as he quickly pressed the light switch. The lights turned on one by one, illuminating the dark cellar. Even though a few of the bulbs were burnt out, it was still quite easy to see. The cellar was disgustingly old and run down. Mold and other things like spiders roamed the walls, and and the floor was an unusual amount of cockroaches. As the Doctor moved on and reached the bottom of the stairs, he noticed the abundance of flies, as they were landing on his coat and mane frequently, the swatting didn't really seem to help as the flies didn't really care. "Ugh, this is disgusting!" He shouted, quickening his pace. He hoped that there was a toolbox down here and that he didn't just bust the lock and make his way down there for nothing. The Doctor wasn't watching where he was going, as he was scanning the many shelves for useful supplies. His eyes beam as his eyes FINALLY came across a bright red metal toolbox. He brushed most of the dust off of it, before turning back to the doorway. "Finally!" He stated. He was about to leave when something caught his eyes, something in the corner of the room. Whooves squinted, as he spoke to himself. "What...is that...?" It appeared to be a white body, with a bright lavender mane. She appeared to be standing on her hind legs, the Doctor simply raised an eyebrow. Does he know this mare? As Whooves got closer to the mare, his eyes widened, and his pulse quickly skyrocketed. "But...but...no!" He yelled. It was Fleur De Lis, and as the Doctor(reluctantly) got closer, he found out that the slender mare was not standing. She had a makeshift noose around her pretty little neck. The rope was tied to a nearby hook used for lifting heavy items that was stuck inside the wall nearest her. Her limbs hung there, like noodles, and her face seemed to be very wrinkly. Possibly from the stress of being on this island. The doctor dropped the toolbox and reached up to pet her mane, only to notice that she was ice cold. "She must have been here for a while..." The Doctor confirmed before sighing. "'tis a shame. Such a beautiful mare as yourself resorting to such drastic measures." He felt like he needed to take a moment to mourn the loss of Canterlot's most beautiful mare, but he didn't have time. He kicked away the chair that the mare had used to hang herself, and looked over to her bag that was lying propped up against the wall. Whooves' eyes shifted from left to right before making his way towards the bag and dumping the contents on the ground. He realized that the mare might've stood a chance, say she actually played the game. The Doctor picked up her weapon, which appeared to be a dull stick. He flipped it over, and looked at it all over before finding a button in the middle of it. He pressed it, and a blade shot out of the end of the stick, almost slicing the Doctor's foreleg. "Whoa!" He exclaimed, pointing the dangerous weapon away from himself. He looked at the mare hanging in front of him before pressing the button again, sheathing it, and putting it in his bag. It might come in handy. Also, it was better than his weapon. He was still angry with himself for not choosing a better bag in the beginning, but he was more mad that some of the bags had dud items. I mean, come on, an air horn? What's he going to do with it? Press the button and wait for some pony to come, attracted to the noise and kill him? It's practically useless! The Doctor put his own bag back on his back, and balanced the toolbox on top of it before making his was out of the cold, and quite depressing, cellar. When he exited, he remembered to close the cellar door. He didn't want anyone else to discover the gorgeous mare's body like he did. He felt a tinge of sadness at the loss. How would Fancy Pants feel about this? "Psh...Who cares about him..." He replied to himself, as he continued to walk to find Twilight. *** After about 30 minutes, Doctor Whooves finally saw the lavender unicorn through the brush. She was holding the contraption in her hooves, eying it intently. The Doctor almost scared her to death, as he had unintentionally snuck up on her. "I got the tool-" "EEP!" She yelped, immediately placing a hoof over her mouth. She gave Whooves a dark stare, and he was laughing uncontrollably at the situation. "Sorry, my dear Twilight." He said, handing over the tools. "You owe me so much. It took me forever to find them." He said. He didn't want to complain and bring up the cellar. Or Fleur De Lis for that matter. "Thanks!" She said, her mood quickly changing as she looked through the toolbox and pulled out a hammer, using her magic to hammer a single nail into place on the creation. Whooves could definitely tell that she was close to completing the radio, and she had been working very hard during her absence. "No problem..." He said, looking at the ground. Twilight turned to the brown earth pony, a little concerned. "Is everything okay?" She asked him. Doctor Whooves couldn't help but blatantly lie. "Couldn't be better." #19 Fleur De Lis, dead 11 to go *** A/N Aaaand another one bites the dust. To be honest I was planning on getting rid of Fleur earlier but hey, what can you do? We are down to our final eleven! To those not keeping track, I will provide a list of those still going: #1 Scootaloo #2 Lyra #4 Octavia #6 Ditzy Doo #8 Trixie #9 Vinyl Scratch #11 Snowflake #13 Doctor Whooves #15 Twilight Sparkle #26 Pinkamena #27 Bon Bon There we go! Don't forget to cheer! It's all going down! Shit will hit the fan! Stay tuned folks, things will heat up for the next few chapters! Have a good one! -Cyneryk PS I know you looked in your closet