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// The Master  
// Story: The Legend of Derpy Hooves 
// by DerbyHooves123 
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Doctor Whooves opened the door of his small blue telephone box and slid inside it. He typed in the coordinates and clicked the ‘go’ button. There was a whirl of colors, and the Doctor appeared in the middle of the night, the party in Sugarcube Corner loud and rowdy. He opened the door, and slipped outside of the TARDIS, and ducked behind a bush as Derpy approached him. 
“Psst, Derpy!” The Doctor hissed. Derpy looked into the party inside Sugarcube Corner, and sighed, tears in her eyes. 
“Derpy!” The Doctor repeated urgently. Derpy looked up, and trotted towards the Doctor. 
“Doctor Whooves!” Derpy said in surprise, “What are you doing here?” 
“I’m here to save you,” The Doctor said, “Hurry, into the TARDIS, we haven’t got much time.” 
“The TARDIS?” Derpy asked quizzically. 
“It’s the phone booth,” The Doctor groaned. Derpy trotted inside the TARDIS, and was quickly followed by the Doctor who closed the door of the blue phone booth. He typed a few things into the keypad, and the TARDIS shuddered, but did nothing. The Doctor groaned again. 
“Great,” He muttered, “Time is not my favorite mistress.” 
“Can you save me?” Derpy asked curiously. 
“No!” The Doctor fumed, “I can’t! Lauren Faust knows about me and made sure I couldn’t do anything about this situation! They must have some sort of device that protects the Human World from crossing over to this word. The quadrature angle of the moon is not quite right! For this to accomplish the moon, Earth, and the sun must be completely lined up! I must have to go forwards a hundred years to get this to work!” The doctor’s face lit up, “That’s it!” He said excitedly, while the past Derpy looked utterly confused, “The TARDIS can take me, anytime, anywhere in the world, just as long as the circumstances are perfect! Unfortunately, I can’t take you with me Derpy.” The Doctor added, looking a Derpy. 
“Why?” Derpy asked, her lower lip wobbling, and the Doctor felt his heart lurch in pity. 
“Well, because it could be too dangerous,” The Doctor said, pressing a button on the control panel. It opened with a small puff of white smoke and the Doctor admired his Sonic Screwdriver. The Doctor picked the device up in his mouth, mumbling about how he didn’t want to repeat the experience (Beating the Heat, chapter something) and took aim at Derpy. 
“Wait, what’s goin’ on?” Derpy demanded suddenly, but the Doctor pressed a button on his screwdriver and a green light soared out of the Sonic Screwdriver, and hit Derpy. She crumpled. 
“She’ll wake up in about 15 minutes,” The Doctor muttered to no one, “Gotta get her out of the TARDIS so she won’t remember me, or anything I’ve showed her. The Doctor dragged Derpy outside of this telephone box, and cantered back inside. 
“Now, let’s see,” He murmured, “100 years into the future, before the quadrature angles are exact!” He pressed the ‘go’ button on the TARDIS’s control panel, and the world dissolved in a blur of colors. 

The world appeared again in the middle of a dry, deserted landscape. When Doctor Whooves exited the TARDIS, he saw that Sugarcube Corner was just a black stretch of building with an electronic billboard flashing the same words, over and over again. 
Obey, obey, obey
Above these words was a pony the Doctor knew very well, and his blood boiled when he heard that same annoying, lazy drawl. 
“Why hello, Doctor Whooves.” 
“Master,” The Doctor replied calmly turning to face his old friend, although his stomach was twisting itself into knots out of anger and resentment. 
“Pleased to see me,” The Master snarled. The Doctor smirked a little. 
“No, I cannot say that I am,” He responded with the air of one commenting on the weather,  “What has happened here Master? Have you achieved what you wanted to in the last 100 years I’ve been traveling in the TARDIS? Seems you haven’t aged at all.” The Master spat at the Doctor. 
“I took over this world after Lauren Faust shut us down for good,” the black pony gestured to the electronic billboard where his face was shaking a hoof down at them, “Now the ponies of Equestria fear me! I cannot be stopped! Muahahaha!
“Princess Celestia and Princess Luna could get you,” The Doctor reminded his old college. 
“Yes well,” A little smile twisted at the end of the Master’s mouth at this, “When we were being shut down, Celestia and Luna betrayed us, and escaped to the human world. They are currently doing whatever humans do.” 
“Bwah?” The Doctor cocked his head, extremely confused. 
“Celestia. Luna. Go to Human World. They turn into humans when escape. Celestia.Luna. Left ponies in hands of me,” The Master groaned. 
“Thank you for clearing that up,” The Doctor said, “But I simply must get back inside the TARDIS, so I may go into the human world with Derpy, by the way where's Derpy?”
“Gone,” Rasped the Master, “Hasbro deleted her.” 
“They wouldn’t! They couldn’t!” The Doctor gasped, “There were so many videos...” 
“The video’s did save her,” The Master agreed, “But the Hasbro turned her into Ditzy Doo, and changed her voice and eyes. Soon after, Hasbro decided to not put her in any shows, so Derpy served no purpose at all. And if you serve no purpose, then you get deleted.”  The Doctor raised a hoof to his mouth in horror. 
“Well Doctor,” The Master said, “May I offer you anything? Coffee, tea? A one way trip to your own demise?” 
“Bwah?” 
“Nevermind,” The Master waved his hoof dismissively, “The point is, you’ve fallen right into my trap!” The Master tugged on a random string, and the Doctor fell, down a seemingly bottomless pit. The Doctor fell hard on concrete, and he felt himself black out. 

Doctor Whooves awoke in a chamber, his head aching, and his hooves chained to the sides of an old concrete wall. 
“Stupid!” He scolded himself, “You should know better than to fall for Master’s tricks!” The sound of a cruel laugh filled the room, and the Master entered, guffawing gloatingly. 
“I can’t believe you are so gullible!” He giggled insanely, “A millennia of fighting evil has not been wasted on you!” The Doctor took a deep breath, and took aim with his Sonic Screwdriver, except it wasn’t there!  The Doctor looked wildly around and spotted it on a stone table, just beyond his already limited reach. 
“So, the great Doctor Whooves finally meets his match,” The Master said, with a twisted smile upon his lips. He put a hoof on the Doctor’s chest, a manic gleam in his eyes, “Destroyed utterly by the great MASTER!” He bellowed the last word. The door opened behind the pair, and a very familiar (Perhaps not to Doctor Whooves, but to Twilight Sparkle perhaps)  voice rang out towards them. 
“Hey boss, I finished cleaning the fridge, I made you breakfast, and here’s your clean laundry... ohh. The Great and Powerful Trixie LIKE.” 
“No, Trixie, it’s not what it looks like!” The Master said moving his hoof away from the Doctor’s  chest and waving his front two repeatedly. 
“I get it!” Trixie sneered, “And it’s gross!”  
“Trixie, just go,” The Master facehoofed, and pointed towards the open door. 
“I want to witness this!” Trixie insisted, and seated herself in a plush winged armchair. The Master glowered at Trixie and turned away, and began pacing in front of the Doctor. 
“Did you really think that Equestria would change?” The Master jeered at the Doctor, “ Celestia and Luna would never leave their subjects, and they have thwarted me multiple times in my plans to take over Equestria! Soon I will get rid of them, but first, I will get rid of YOU! Trixie, fetch the Transfer device!” Trixie groaned. 
“But this just starting to get interesting!” Trixie protested. 
“Trixie!” The Master barked, and Trixie left the winged armchair and grumbling, she left the room. 
“She needed a job,” The Master said, “So I made her my slave!” The Master let out an evil cackle, which didn’t drown out Trixie’s words from the other room. 
“Employee boss.” 
The Master groaned. 
“Fine, I hired her as my employee. Mu. ha. ha. ha,” The Master muttered, his laugh not having the evil passion it just had a moment ago. 
“Well, your employee doesn’t seem too happy about this appointment,” The Doctor noted, “Does she not get paid? I can fix that you know!” 
“What do you have in mind?” The Master asked, eyeing the Doctor with suspicion. 
“Well, a simple blast from my Sonic Screwdriver will...” The Doctor began. 
“Ha!” The Master cut the caramel colored pony off, “I’m not falling for that trick again!” 
“I was simply suggesting to zap Trixie with the green button!” The Doctor said indignantly, “Honestly!” The Master glared at the Doctor. 
“Boss, here’s the transfer thingy mabob!” Trixie had returned, and was using her telekinesis to lift a large and bulky device into the room. She dropped it with a large crash. 
“Careful dimwit!” The Master snarled, “You don’t want to do more damage!” The Doctor peered as closely as he could, and saw the device had other serious marks of damage on it. If he could just get his Sonic Screwdriver...
“We’ll have none of that Doctor!” The Master snapped, grabbing the Sonic Screwdriver swiftly away from the Doctor as the caramel colored pony tried to reach it, “Trixie, take this screwdriver thing!” The Doctor turned his attention to Trixie and she yawned as she used her telekinesis to take his Sonic Screwdriver and levitate it over to her. 
“So, what does this particular device do?” The Doctor asked casually, a plan formulating in his head.  
“This wonderful device, this beautiful amazing device, is the one way trip for me taking over Equestria!” The Master cackled, “I shall zap you with it, a simple push of this button will get us to trade bodies! Are you scared yet Doctor?”   
“Eh,” The Doctor replied, distracted by the fact that Trixie was bobbing his Sonic Screwdriver tantalizingly in front of him. 
“Nevermind,” The Master said, waving a hoof dismissively, “Once our bodies are switched, I will go to Celestia and Luna! They will consider me to be the good guy, and hand Equestria to me! Muhahahahah!” Then the Master started to rant about the things he would do in the Doctor’s form, while the REAL Doctor Whooves started to put his plan into action. 
“Trixie,” The Doctor said softly, “Can you give me my Sonic Screwdriver back?” Trixie got out of the armchair, and approached the Doctor. 
“Your Sonic Screwdriver? Is that what this thing is?” She asked quietly, waggling the Doctor’s screwdriver in his face. 
“Yes, that’s it,” The Doctor said, “Please, can you give it back, or at least release me by pressing the blue button!” The Doctor looked at Trixie with pleading eyes, “I need to get home!” Trixie felt her heart lurch, and with one trembling hoof, pressed the blue button.