//------------------------------// // A Mad Man and his Blue Box // Story: Discord is Bored // by TheLocoPony //------------------------------// It was a peaceful day on Quezepalo. The three suns, Hiam, Jafal and France (A complete coincidence. On this planet it meant 'Third fiery hot thing in sky') shone down onto the lush red grass of the fields of Tesco (another remarkable but useless coincidence). The sky was a brilliant deep blue and was filled with clouds of silver dust that glowed softly in the light of the three suns. The hill rose on and on and was soon lost into the silver clouds. Trees of solid gold, copper and lolium rose from the ground and provided shade for the man camped underneath one. He was a strange man. At first glance he was young and handsome. He had short, brown hair which he stuck up. He wore a white shirt with the top two buttons undone. A tie hung from the leaves of the tree and dangled to one side. Over the shirt he wore a brown pinstripe slim-lapelled four-button jacket which was also loose. His tan overcoat was wrapped up into a bundle underneath his head, allowing him to gaze up into the sky in comfort. But once you looked into his eyes everything changed. They were old, impossibly old. And so full of knowledge. And yet for all that, they were also sad. The kind of sadness that can only be gained by watching civilisation after civilisation crumble to his dust before his eyes. Of watching his closest companions be torn away in front of his eyes. But, as equal to his sadness was also his kindness, the kind that couldn't bear to see a single child cry. He is regarded by many to be the greatest person in all of existence Underneath the shade of a copper tree nearby stood a blue box, purring gently. The man laughed and turned to it "Of course, but you still have to consider the fact most civilisations haven't even reached their moons by this time." In return the police box vibrated which set the man off laughing again. When he recovered he realised his pocket was glowing blue. Pulling out his sonic screwdriver he examined the lights carefully. "Oh that's interesting, something's arriving from across the universes. I should leave it alone shouldn't I?" He asked the blue box while getting up and heading over to the source of the anomaly. "I mean it would be a very bad idea to investigate anything that can rip through the fabric of the universes and we should definitely go right now shouldn't we?" He called back, continuing to follow the readings. He stopped at an empty patch of land. He pulled out some glasses and quickly put them down over his eyes. Still nothing. He removed some 3D glasses instead and tried them on. This time there was a faint glow around the spot. Bending down he picked a single red grass and nibbled the top of it He hummed "Yep, tastes like iron. Something is coming through" He took a step back and a second later with a crack of thunder and a short burst of light a statue materialised itself in front of him. It was at least the 582658th weirdest creature he had ever saw. Going up to it he put his ear against the statue and frowned thoughtfully. "Now who would send a statue through to a different dimension and why?" He mused, more to himself than the blue box. He put his hands hands against and closed his eyes, and tried to use telepathy to see if there was anyone there Hello He opened his eyes in shock. It was a leap to think there was a consciousness inside the statue, although it wouldn't be the first time. "Hello?" He tried again, sending his thoughts using touch telepathy Hello again. Now this is refreshing. A new voice. But to who do you belong to? "I'm the Doctor, and I also have a body. A rather nice body actually, works well, although not ginger..." He said with a sigh Oh, so you're not a fragment of my conciseness, you're another being. Well that's a lot better actually. "Yes, I suppose it would be. Do you mind if we address the metaphorical elephant in the metaphorical room?" By all means "You're a statue" Very observant of you. I haven't always been a statue, although I suppose in a way I'm still not. Just pretending to be a statue...against my will "You were turned into a statue? Why?" Personally? Celly got boring. Although I suppose most would say causing vast amounts of chaos and ruining ponies lives was the main reason. "So you're a bad guy then?" Well I wouldn't go that far. I've never killed, all I do is try to bring fun and chaos into ponies lives. I am the god of Chaos after all "I've seen fake gods and bad gods and demi-gods and would-be gods. I've had the whole pantheon. Which one are you?" The real deal, you question my power? "Yes" Well, I'm kinda stuck in stone, so until you get me out, I'm kinda useless as a god "Now why would I do that?" Um..because I can give you riches beyond your imagination? "Boring" Almighty power? "Corrupting and dangerous, no thanks" Out of the kindness of your heart? "Wouldn't it be kinder to more people to keep you locked up?" I suppose if you look at it that way then I have no hope of convincing you to release me. I can see the wisdom in your mind. Although don't forget, you're still young "I'm not, and stay out of my mind!" But you are, to me. A mere 900 or so years old (did you lose count?). That's nothing. And don't complain when you're doing the same thing to me He managed a small grin, flicking through the images of the statues home world he gained from it "Fair enough. But really? A world of ponies as the dominant species on a planet similar to earth. Fascinating. But what are you doing here?" Luna, a Princess, well, I suppose a goddess, is temporarily keeping me here so I don't suck up the nearby chaos happening in my world and use it to get free. As for what I'm doing, I'm keeping you here as long as possible "Why?" To bring you back of course He shivered as an evil smile floated through his mind. Here we go! A crack of thunder split the air and light flashed out. When it disappeared there was a small burnt circle on the ground and no trace of the statue or the man. The TARDIS groaned in surprise and shock. Quickly locking onto the sonic screw driver it pulled itself through the rapidly closing hole in the fabric of reality after The Doctor.