//------------------------------// // Meet the Time-Travelling...Dentist? // Story: No Longer an Enigma // by enigmaMystere //------------------------------// Enigma sighed, carefully putting everything back into his saddlebag. “I can’t find anything of interest, nor a reason to leave.” He looked down at the tiny white plushie in his hooves. Certain nopony was around to see, he gently gave it a kiss on the head, the sea of electric blue hair gently tickling his nose. “If only you were real...” He chuckled softly to himself, placing it in his saddlebag and making sure it was securely closed. He slowly opened the door to the room, peeking out to see if anypony was in the hallway. Not seeing anypony, he left the room, heading downstairs. “Octavia? I don’t really have anything else I need to do, so is it alright for me to-” A flying tuxedo smacked him in the face. Though he couldn’t see her, he was fairly certain she was staring emotionlessly at him. “Wear that. I want to impress her, and that’s hard enough with a filth-covered pegasus in the house.” He carefully pulled the clothes off his head, frowning at the mare. “I’m not dirty, thank you very much. Why do you want to impress this pony? And...” He trailed off, noticing that it wasn’t a tux that hit him. No, it was a butler’s uniform. “...you’re kidding.” She looked at him over her shoulder, the familiar icy glare in her eyes. “Where I’m from, a pony is indebted to another when they’re beaten. You didn’t even put up a fight.” She pointed a hoof at him, then at the stairs. “Now get dressed.” Enigma quirked an eyebrow, wondering just where she was born that such practices were common. He noticed a small triangle on the bottom of her hoof, but, thinking a bit more about it, decided it wasn’t that important. He shook his head, walking back upstairs with the uniform in his mouth. “...stinking amazonian mare...” As soon as he was dressed, he returned to the, admittedly well-decorated, living room. He sat on a fainting couch, putting a hoof on his chin as he pondered how he knew it was called that. Eventually, he came to a conclusion. “This vest is uncomfortable.” He was smacked in the back of the head. Looking behind him, he saw Octavia, holding a rolled-up newspaper in her hoof. She stared directly into his eyes, frowning deeply. “Did I say you can sit?” His jaw dropped in shock. “...you...you’re joking, right?” She remained silent, her eyes drawing Enigma’s, preventing him from looking away. Every moment without a word ate at him, slowly wearing on his nerves. He began to shake; he could hear a strange crunching sound and worried that his sanity was lost. Please, say something! I don’t care if you’re serious or if you want to break my kneecaps, just SAY SOMETHING! She turned away, a small smile flashing across her lips. “You’re right. I’m not that cruel.” Almost a second later, there was a knock on the door. She glanced at him, her trademark frown back on her face. “Well? Aren’t you going to answer it?” He stared at her incredulously. Deciding that she was probably just insane, he walked over to the door and opened it. He discretely brushed his tongue behind the door, deciding that he hated the taste of brass. A blue unicorn soon entered. The mare was intriguing, wearing a long brown coat that stopped right before her flank and 3-D glasses on the bridge of her nose. Her cutie mark, however, was probably one of the strangest things about her. It was an hourglass, nothing more, nothing less, but the simplicity of it was causing him to contemplate the meaning of it more and more. Just what special talent does that represent? Time-keeping?  Realizing he was staring at her flank, he quickly averted his eyes to her slightly shaggy mane. His gaze paused there, intrigued by the unique color scheme. ...that reminds me, I need to buy more toothpaste... Octavia walked up to the unicorn, shaking her head playfully. “Oh, Doctor, when are you going to dress yourself better?” The ‘Doctor’ glanced directly at Enigma, a flash of worry crossing her face. “Yes, Doctor of Orthodontics, that’s me.” She held up a small, tan sheet of paper, smiling brightly at him. “Here’s my license.” The red pegasus stared hard at the sheet, looking for any sign of what the unicorn was saying was on there. Sadly, try as he might, he just couldn’t see anything. “...not to be rude, but I think they cheated you...that thing’s blank...” The blue mare stared at him, shock clear on her face. “...well that’s odd.” She quickly put it back in her coat, her eyes narrowing slightly. “May I ask your name, ma’am?” His eye twitched slightly, his teeth grinding as he tried to keep his emotions in check. “...my name is Enigma...and I’m a stallion...” She shook her head, laughing brightly. “I’ve never met a stallion that looked like a mare!” She put a hoof to her chin, thinking a bit. “...maybe that’s what happened when I-” She cut herself off, remembering who was in her company. “Did my last root canal! Yep, that’s what I meant, nothing more.” Enigma’s head was spinning. He couldn’t make sense of the mare’s odd behavior, and the strange, whirring stick in his face wasn’t helping. “...I’m sorry, what is that thing?” She blinked, quickly putting it in her coat with the blank sheet of paper. “Nothing, just a diagnostic device. Anyways! You arrived here yesterday, did you not?” He nodded, wondering how she knew that. The unicorn turned away, muttering to herself. “Ah, so that’s why she brought me here.” She giggled, resting her head on her hoof. “I wonder if she’d still let me call her ‘sexy’.” Feeling as though his brain was about to melt, he turned to the grey earth pony, seeing her sitting down on a chair. “...how do you deal with her chatter?” Octavia shrugged, a sly little grin on her face. “One gets used to it.” “Will you hold these for me?” Confused, Enigma turned around, only for the unicorn mare to put her 3-D glasses onto him. He stood there dumbly, staring at the apparently blue-and-red pony in front of him. She grinned brightly, clapping her hooves together. “Brilliant! Don’t change out of those clothes.” She contemplated that for a moment. “Strike that, don’t take them off until you get ready for bed. Keep forgetting ponies need to sleep...oh, and I’ll eventually need those back.” Her carefree smile suddenly turned serious. “Listen, you won’t believe me, but there’s something you need to do, something important, Integer.” The poor stallion couldn’t think of anything to say, he was so lost from the ramblings of the pony in front of him. “...i-it’s Enigma...” The mare pulled a card out of her coat, tucking it under the collar of the pegasus’s butler uniform. “There’s an address on that. You need to go there at noon and talk with the pony on the stage. Help her any way you can - with her laundry, with her equipment, it doesn’t matter. What does matter is this.” She stepped in close, staring at him with sad eyes. “...you have to save her from herself...don’t let her end up like your grandsire.” Enigma’s eyes widened behind the novelty glasses, horror filling his entire being. He had no idea what she was asking him to do, but something told him it was a grave matter. “...wha...bu...w-why me? C-couldn’t somepony else do it?” The unicorn ignored him, glancing out the window at the sun. “It’s almost noon. You have to go. Take your saddlebag and go to the place on that card, In Vitae!” He facehoofed, sighing softly. “...still...Enigma...” He turned, heading up the stairs. As soon as he was out of earshot, Octavia turned to the other mare, an eyebrow raised. “Was that really necessary, Doctor?” She grinned, readjusting her coat for added effect. “Maybe, but they’re both important to the future.” She looked out a window, her grin relaxing into a small smile. “They just don’t know it, yet.” She turned to leave, calling over her shoulder. “I have to go, now! I have a bridesmaid dress to see.” She laughed loudly, shaking her head as she left. “Fancy that, I’m a mare for a week, and I was asked to be a bridesmaid!” The now-lone mare rolled her eyes, giggling quietly to herself. “...don’t ever change, Doctor...” She glanced at the coffee table, finally noticing three envelopes on it. Curious, she lifted one, staring the crystal heart-shaped seal on it. Thanks to runforever101, The Republican Brony and Brony Leader for helping me out with writing for the Doctor in this chapter. Yes, I know it might be strange that I put Colgate/Minuette/Romana as the Doctor (the pony version of the Tenth one, to be exact) since she is female. But I stand by this little fact...mainly because it was already established in ‘Epic Rap Battles of MLP’, during the chapter labelled ‘Rap Battle #20: Results and Aftermath’ where there was the Atraxi Speech. Sorry, no voting this chapter, but that’s because the next one is already decided. I’d love to hear who you think it is, though! Next Monday is my birthday...and the beginning of my exams. Happy birthday to me. Have a nice day! Enigma out.~