To Scootaloo: Remember that thing about him being psychologically tortured by Discord, and that you should be careful? Do you seriously think that Discord, an egomaniacal god of chaos with a short attention span, would just have you as a plaything for months? Listen, the short version of what happened between the Doctor and Derpy (call her Ditsy Doo if you want to live) is that Discord got to the Doctor and psychologically tortured him to a degree that his usual brave, eccentric nature was flipped to that of a cold-hearted coward. Ditsy Doo, who had been traveling with the Doctor in the TARDIS, was horrified at what the Doctor had become and decided to confront him about it. Words were said, blows were struck, and Ditsy left the Doctor. Now he is the horrible stallion you see before you... Before you ask we aren't going to tell you how we know this.
Scoots you know when a pony is changed by discord the go grayish? That pony used be a nice charming and a friend of derpy, but discord turned him into a cruel no nonsense coach potato, and under the influence he attacked her.. I'm not sure if she survived....
Scootaloo nervously rubbed the back of her neck.
“…Guess I should’ve figured Discord would get bored torturing only ONE pony all the time…wait, you said this guy attacked her? Do I need to call domestic violence on this one?” She said before rubbing her chin.
“And yeah, probably not a good idea to piss of The Doctor, or else he might send me back to Discord. Better try and get on his good side for my sake.” She said, before turning around and seeing the enraged state The Doctor was in, foaming in the mouth at the moment.
‘…Too late. He mad.’ She thought to herself.
To Scoots: Run. Run as fast as you can. Do not look back. If you do, you may or may not get raped. Severely. I'll watch you from a distance. You won't know it's me. Replace Twilight for a day, Sweetie Belle another. Give them the memories the need for that day. I'll help you, Scootaloo. Just trust me when I say this: Run.
‘Yeah, good idea genius. And just where do you suggest I go? Don’t you realize that no matter where I trot, Discord WILL find me, and most likely beat the living shit out of me? Nice thinking idiot.’ Scootaloo thought.
The Doctor quickly approached the filly, fully prepared to strike a blow, when…
To Doctor: Don't do anything rash, she's just a child!
The Doctor froze in mid-pullback when that question came up. He was going to ignore it and beat Scootaloo anyway, but was met with a disapproving head-shake from a blue unicorn mare from across the room. Her eyes were red, her mane and tail were blue with gold highlights, and she had a clock for a cutie mark. A very strange and defining feature about this mare was her lack of a mouth.
The look she gave him, combined with a slightly frightened Scootaloo below him, made him abandon his anger, and replaced it with only slight irritation, as well as a bit of shame.
‘…Look, I’m going to make this perfectly clear. Don’t ever…EVER…mention that name in front of me. As long as you do that, and not get on my nerves, we won’t have a problem. Got it?” He warned.
Scootaloo nervously nodded.
“Noted.” Scootaloo said before disappearing into the hall.
The Doctor sighed and sat on his haunches when Scootaloo left, and the mare trotted over and sat next to him.
“…Sorry Ananta. I let my anger get the better of me…again. I know you’re only doing this for my own good, but I just don’t know what to do with her.” He mumbled.
Ananta didn’t respond, but petted his mane, attempting to try and make The Doctor feel better.
For Doctor Whooves: Your usual response in this situation is 'run', but now she'll be running from you. How's that working out for ya?
“As you can see, not so good. Exactly the reason I can’t keep her here forever. But I also can’t send her back to her own universe. That universe’s Discord would find her in a second, and she’d be right back where she was...I’ll need a while to think this over.” The Doctor responded.
Scootaloo plopped herself onto the guest bed, and breathed a slight sigh of relief. This had been the first actual bed she had laid upon in months, and she was really enjoying it.
“Aaaaah. This beats hay by a long shot. For a complete asshole, The Doctor sure knows how to live.” Scootaloo said, setting Little Scootaloo in a sitting position next to her.
“Don’t you think Lil’ Scoots?” She asked the plush toy.
The doll wasn’t able to hold its own weight and toppled over onto its side, leaving Scootaloo with a deadpanned expression.
“…Glad you agree.” She said.
Scootaloo, if you and the doctor keep going head-to-head, all hell will break loose, you know this right?Just stay cool so you won't die
“Not a big fan of dying, so I guess I don’t have much of a choice. You know, we really aren’t all that different from each other. I’m a pathetic excuse for a Pegasus, and this guy’s a time-traveling pussy. So, I guess we’re both horrible.” She said.
Scootaloo caught sight of a mini-fridge next to the bed; curiosity overtook her and she opened it, finding that it was filled entirely with sticks of butter.
“…What? He’s a fatass too? I mean, look at all this butter!”
After hearing a loud growl come from her stomach, Scootaloo eyed the fridge for a moment.
“…Welp. Better than dog food I guess.” She said before taking out a stick of butter and putting it in her mouth. Her eyes widened the second it touched her tongue, and she shoved the entire stick in her mouth.
“Mmmph. Soooo goooood….buck cholesterol, I need MORE!” she exclaimed.’
Several dozen sticks of butter later, Scootaloo had passed out on her bed…
Scootaloo awoke floating in the same vortex she found herself in whenever she slept, and she frantically observed her surroundings.
“…Again? Why? I already know about the TARDIS, so why am I still having this dream?” She said to herself.
Scootaloo’s eyes widened in realization, and she shook her head.
“Oh crap, I’m dreaming again…” she said, before the TARDIS whooshed past her, messing up her mane from the intensity of the wind.
“Damn box…Okay, let’s see, what else happens? First there’s the TARDIS, then there’s…” Scootaloo was interrupted by the sound of an infant foal crying, but the source was nowhere to be seen.
“The crying foal again? What’s going on? If my dreams are trying to tell me something, I’ve yet to see it.” She said.
“Hehehehehe…”
All of a sudden, the crying changed into the twisted and cackling laughter of her former captor.
Discord’s laughter.
“Hehehehehe. It’s no use chicken. No matter where you run, I’ll find you. And the sooner I do, the sooner we can get back to playtime. Heehehehe.” Discord chuckled.
Scootaloo was terrified at hearing the sound of Discord’s voice, as well as the thought of being sentenced back to The Coop, and she had wrapped herself in a tiny ball.
“No. No. No…”
“NO!” Scootaloo screamed after waking up in a pool of her own sweat, and a few tears coming from her eyes. In her panic, she looked around to still find herself in the TARDIS’ guest bedroom, laying down on her bed. She looked to see Little Scootaloo sitting next to her. Scootaloo quickly picked up the doll and held it in a tight embrace, letting herself cry a little more.
The door to her bedroom opened, revealing the winged shape of The Doctor. Apparently he had heard Scootaloo yelling.
“Scootaloo, what in the bloody hell were you screaming about?” He asked.
“B-Bad dream. D-Discord’s going to find me, I just know it! H-He’s going to torture me again!” Scootaloo wailed.
“Oh don’t be ridiculous. There is nothing that can get past the TARDIS doors. Discord would never be able to find you here.” The Doctor said.
“…I-I keep having these dreams. D-Discord’s laughing at me. Taunting me until I lose my will to fight back. I just want it to stop!” Scootaloo cried.
His statements hadn’t done too much to calm down her crying fit, as she was still sniffling and a few tears were still flowing.
All of a sudden, The Doctor, looking at a creature whose worthlessness appeared to be just as bad as his own, felt something he hadn’t in quite a while since he had seen “The Truth” leading to his cowardice.
Empathy.
Doctor, we know you may not think so, but you’re a good man…er, pony. Please, try and make Scootaloo feel better. She’s just a kid; she can’t handle this kind of pain the same way you can.
The Doctor sighed and sat himself down next to the crying Scootaloo, and wrapped a foreleg around her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. He wasn’t very good at this sort of thing, but he remembered something. Something Ananta had sang to him to comfort him when he had been at a very low point in his misery.
And so quietly, he sang…
"Stars and moons and air balloons,
Fluffy clouds to the horizon.
I'll wrap you in rainbows,
and rock you to sleep again.
Teddy bears in pink, ducks and lambs of white,
Don't you cry dear I'm here now,
I'll be your night light.
Stars and moons and air balloons
Fluffy clouds to the horizon.
I'll wrap you in rainbows,
and rock you to sleep again.
Smiles to cure the frowns,
twirling and tumbling in laughter.
Some Day life will always be,
Happily every after.
Never more will the storms come,
To destroy your little world.
Never more will the waters rise,
til the mountains no long touch the skies.
Stars and moons and air balloons,
Fluffy clouds to the horizon.
I'll wrap you in rainbows,
and rock you to sleep again.
I'll wrap you in rainbows,
and rock you to sleep again."
The Doctor’s singing had lulled the grey filly to sleep, and after hearing some slight snoring coming from her nostrils, he trotted out of the room and quietly shut the door.
What he hadn’t expected was for Ananta to be waiting for him on the other side, staring at him with her red eyes.
“What?” he asked.
Ananta didn’t respond, but her silence somehow managed to answer for her, and The Doctor understood.
“Oh…you heard that?” he asked.
If she could, Ananta would’ve smiled as she gave The Doctor and approving nod.