For Scootaloo. Is this box actually here or are you going insane?
Scootaloo continued to look on at the strange object that appeared in the coop’s small yard. For the entire time she had been Discord’s prisoner, she had had dreams centered around this thing, but seeing it before her, she didn’t really know what to think.
“…I must be losing my freaking mind. No way am I actually seeing this…but I can’t take any chances, I’m gonna take a look.” Scootaloo unhitched the lock to the coop, entering the fenced-off yard around it. She slung “Little Scootaloo” over her back as she approached the large box, cocking her head to its side as she looked at it.
“What exactly IS this thing anyway…Looks like it has doors so I might as well go in…Okay, this hopefully won’t kill me.” Scootaloo said before extending a hoof toward the doors, before being interrupted by another text-block.
Remember Scootaloo: Always knock first!
“Mmmph. Fine.” Scootaloo growled as she put her hoof in a knocking position, about to make contact with the door…when suddenly-
To Scootaloo: Before you inevitably knock on( and or open) the door to that box, keep in mind that there is likely an entity inside that has also been tortured( only psychologically, but still to an extreme degree) by Discord. If this is the pers-I mean pony is who I think it is, than be careful he may be your savior, or he more likely will just tell you to leave but, there is still a very slim chance at him helping you( also, keep in mind you might not like what you're escaping to).
“Look buddy, I don’t know what YOU would do in this situation, but I’m at the point where I say ANYTHING is better than this. As for whoever owns this thing, I’m pretty sure if Discord was screwing somepony else in the head, I’d know about it. And I can say without a shadow of a doubt that there is NO WAY they could be worse off than me.” Scootaloo said before knocking on the door and hearing some rustling and tumbling from the other side. In a nervous fit, Scootaloo looked over to the tree Discord liked to sleep in, and saw him turn over in his slumber.
‘I swear I’m gonna murder whatever is on the other side of this thing if it wakes Discord up’ Scootaloo thought to herself.
Finally, the doors swung open and Scootaloo nearly jumped at what she saw.
In front of her was a grey Pegasus stallion, much, much taller than her. His black mane had been slicked back to the back of his head. He had large bags under his eyes, looking as if he hadn’t had a decent sleep in quite a while, and his Cutie Mark appeared to be an hourglass. He also wore a black bowtie with a white collar around his neck.
The dark pony gave a slightly annoyed/intrigued stare, with a raised eyebrow.
“…Scootaloo?” he asked.
Scootaloo’s jaw hit the grassy earth.
“H-How did you…” Scootaloo slapped herself across the face.
“Okay, who the buck are you, why are you here, and what in the name of Celestia’s fat ass is this thing?” Scootaloo asked pointing at the blue box.
“I’m The Doctor, I’m here to get you out of here, and this, “In the name of Celestia’s fat ass” is my TARDIS.” The Doctor answered.
Scootaloo gave him probably the most confused look ever.
“Doctor…what?”
“The Doctor”
“Yeah I heard you the first time, but what’s your full name?”
“Just, The Doctor.”
Scootaloo was starting to grow irritated with The Doctor’s noncompliance.
“Doctor who?!” Scootaloo quietly screamed, careful not to wake up Discord in her rage.
“Exactly.” He responded.
Scootaloo facehooved.
“Fine. Don’t tell me.” She grumbled.
The Doctor looked a little angry at Scootaloo’s attitude, but kept his cool for the most part.
“Listen, we could spend the rest of the night discussing your puny, pony mind’s inability to understand my name, or you could quit being a brat and I can get you out of here.” The Doctor said, some slight aggravation in his tone of voice.
Scootaloo removed her hoof from her face and raised an eyebrow.
“I don’t know…Normally I would jump at the opportunity to escape, but I was always told shit about getting into carriages with strange stallions, and buddy, you’re about as strange as they come.” Scootaloo said.
“Would you like to continue being Discord’s bird then?” The Doctor growled.
“Wait, how’d you know abou…Oh to hoof with it, get me the buck out of here.” Scootaloo responded before trotting into the TARDIS, followed by a gasp and a rather loud “WHAT THE ACTUAL BUCK?!”
The Doctor heard the sound of Discord snoring in his tree, and shuffling in his sleep, and he shuddered.
“Repulsive.” He said to himself, looking at the monster sleeping and backing into his TARDIS, met with a wide-eyed, mouth-agape, Scootaloo. She appeared to be getting a good eyeful of the TARDIS’ large interior, and the main console in the middle of the room.
“How the- Whaza- Am I actually seeing this right now?!” She shouted.
“I kind of expected that reaction out of you. Yes, the TARDIS is much bigger on the inside. And would now be a good time to mention that you’re only seeing the main console?” He asked.
Scootaloo shook her head out of her daze and gave The Doctor a glare.
“Yeah, it’s all very impressive and everything, but I DEMAND to know how you knew I was there, and how you knew who I was.” Scootaloo growled.
The Doctor narrowed his eyes, and was most likely going to yell, before a question appeared before them.
For Whooves, Did you know Scootaloo was here, and if so how?
“Whoa, hold up. You get these things too?” she asked.
The Doctor nodded.
“Yes. A good friend of mine, Ananta, is able to get them to me. Something about trying to help me…” The Doctor trailed off for a moment, staring at a blue and gold hourglass across the room.
Scootaloo waved a hoof in front of his face.
“Uh, helloooo? Equestria to freaky-ass grey pony? Is your brain still functioning?” She asked.
The Doctor snapped out of his daze and gave Scootaloo a death glare.
“…Anyway…she had received some notifications of another “Poor and unfortunate lost soul” that needed help. Naturally, I declined. But after she showed me that it was only a child suffering this treatment, I had no choice…No matter how big of a brat you turned out to be.” He said with a bit of hostility. "And as for her name, I've dealt with a Scootaloo from another universe, and kind I of recognized her from there."
Scootaloo’s face turned into a serious deadpan.
“Well that’s all fine and dandy, but this…TARDIS thing was it? What exactly IS it?” Scootaloo asked.
The Doctor rolled his eyes.
“The entire explanation would sail right over your tiny head, so I’ll just give you the short version. Simply put, it’s a time machine.” He said.
For Discorded Whooves, Are you gonna take Scootaloo on an adventure?
The Doctor’s face deadpanned just as hard as Scootaloo’s.
“I don’t do that anymore remember? Saving the universe isn’t my problem. Besides, you would seriously expect me to let a child as inexperienced as this accompany me? No, I’m just keeping her on the TARDIS until I can figure out what to do with her. Maybe put her in a universe with someone that can get her to not act like such a colossal bitch.” The Doctor responded.
Scootaloo gave The Doctor a scowl.
“Colossal bitch huh Doctor? For your information, I’ve been mentally tortured by an evil demon for about four months. And to top of the shit sundae, all my friends didn’t even bother to show up to bail me out! How the heck would you know what it feels like to be abandoned and unwanted Doctor?!” She yelled.
“More than you know kid. Now give peace a chance and head to the guest bedroom and leave me alone. First door, down the hall, to the right.” The Doctor said, pointing a hoof to the door on the other side of the console room.
Scootaloo snorted at her “savior" and proceeded toward the door, with "Little Scootaloo" still riding on her back, but stopped when she saw something next to it. It appeared to be a picture of a stallion that resembled The Doctor, except he was a light brown and his mane in a darker shade of brown, and wearing a different tie than this Doctor. Another thing to note is that this stallion looked a lot happier as he appeared to be holding a grey, cross-eyed Pegasus mare on the shoulder.
“Hold on…I recognize this mare from somewhere…Derpy wasn’t it?” Scootaloo asked.
From across the room, The Doctor’s body went completely rigid, and his eyes narrowed in anger. He even appeared to start grinding his teeth.
Another text block appeared in front of Scootaloo.
Bad move Scoots. SERIOUSLY bad move.
“What? What’d I do?” she asked.