Chapter the eighth – No strings attached
The Doctor continued through the gloomy doorway, and down a long winding spiral staircase to eventually come to something he didn’t expect to see. The room he was now in was very well kept, and looked to belong to somepony with class. An extravagant red carpet decorated the room, along with a cozy fireplace with a couple of high-backed chairs. However, what immediately caught his eye was in the very corner, a depressed pony, completely grey, playing a beautiful, tear-inducing song. He approached the pony, and tried asking her what the matter was, only for her to respond by mimicking his words in a curt, high pitched voice.
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“Hey there. I’m The Doctor, are you okay?” The Doctor asked gently.
“ Hey there. I’m The Doctor, are you okay!”
“Look, I’m just trying to be nice.”
“ Look, I’m just trying to be nice! AGH! Nopony gets me! They’re all like, ‘ Oh, Octavia, I REALLY like your mane!’ or, ‘ Octavia, stop playing that giant violin! IT’S A FREAKING CELLO! Oh, and of course, it’s nice to be nice, isn’t it? Where is everypony when I’ve flawlessly performed Beethoofan’s 12th Symphony? Phillistines! Nopony appreciates culture and sophistication! Including you, Doctor! What are you doing here, sticking your nose where you shouldn’t?”
The Doctor stood still with wide eyes, unsure of what to say. “Look…”
He was cut off as Mocktavia readied her Cello’s bow and shot her flute at him, which he skillfully evaded. He tried to get a word in edgewise to make peace, but Mocktavia kept firing woodwind instruments at him. Eventually she’d run out, at which The Doctor took the opportunity to try and calm her down.
“Look, wherever you go, you’ll run into idiots. But listen, they’re just jealous of the fact that you have a very special gift in bringing beautiful music to the world. They’re just so close minded they can’t appreciate it.”
Mocktavia thought for a minute.
“Maybe… NO! I see what you’re trying to do! ‘ Oh Octavia, you’re so special! ’ It’s as if you just want to get this over with!”
At this point, Mocktavia rose and took her Cello in hoof, and ran to The Doctor, swinging it at him ruthlessly. The Doctor ran all around the room to escape the violent wrath of the angered musician. He dashed out of the room and used his Sonic Screwdriver to lock the door behind him in ten seconds flat. Mocktavia began pounding on the door relentlessly, eager to get at The Doctor.
“What am I going to do now?!” He panted frantically. Suddenly, he had an idea that was just crazy enough that it could work.
A couple of hours later, The Doctor returned to the room furtively to find Mocktavia playing a sweet, yet tragic song on a violin. He carefully picked up one of the flutes that had been scattered around the room, and began playing in harmony. Mocktavia turned around quickly, a wild look in her eyes, yet she kept playing. The two ponies serenaded the world in its time of need with a lively, heartwarming song. Mocktavia began to shimmer, and the colour came back to her eyes.
“… Oh, my goodness! Look at all this mess! Oh, and in front of company!”
Octavia frantically began tidying the study. Suddenly, she realized it was this mysterious guest that had saved her from eternal corruption.
“You… thank you for showing me to truly believe in myself, no matter what!”
The Doctor grinned, and helped Octavia clean up the study.
Octavia smiled. “Thank you Doctor! I won’t forget this!”
Octavia sat down in front of the fire, and began playing a cheerful song on her flute.
Chaos Octavia's Battle Theme (Mocktavia's Theme)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hSDr-JBAo78]