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// The Mind of a Mad Pony with a Box 
// Story: Doctor Whooves: City of Chaos 
// by forevertheDoctor 
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The Doctor held his head as if it would split like a melon. He was falling. He was used to falling, in fact he enjoyed falling. But this kind of falling is different. This is the kind of falling where you slip in a dream, and you become uncertain if you'll ever wake up. The Doctor fell into a spiraling darkness, unable to shout. He felt as if his soul was being ripped away from his body. Finally, he fell to the cold stone ground.

"Ngh..." the Doctor grunted, checking to see if he broke anything. Miraculously, none of his bones were broken, but his twin hearts were beating like the wings of a hummingbird. He looked around.

"Well then, um, guess the first thing is to find out where I am, eh? Ditzy or River don't seem to be here at the moment but I talk to myself all the time. Don't see why I should stop now." said the Doctor, looking into the darkness. A voice groaned.

"Still disgustingly chipper as ever I see. Why must you torture me so?" said the voice. The Doctor leapt in surprise, looking around to find out who had spoken. He narrowed his eyes.

"Hello? Is anyone there?" asked the Doctor. The voice completely ignored him.

"Are you still traveling with a horrid companion? Who's the lucky pony?" asked the voice. The Doctor cocked an eyebrow, looking around suspiciously, as if he expected to be attacked.

"Her name is Ditzy Doo, and she's not horrid! She's a beautiful mare." said the Doctor.

"Rubbish." huffed the voice. The Doctor narrowed his eyes further, unsure which direction to glare.

"Well that's simply your opinion. Was there something you wanted?" asked the Doctor. The voice laughed.

"Oh, I desire nothing. I cannot have a desire. You see, I am a demon. I simply follow my master's orders. I often call myself a hellish marionette." said the voice. The Doctor cocked his head.

"Then why do you want me? What does your master want you to do?" asked the Doctor. The voice muttered something under it's breath. The sound of it was deep and metallic, sending shivers down the Doctor's spine. Somewhere deep in the darkness, there was a devilish grin. 

"This." said the voice. There was a flash of piercing light blue light in the darkness. The Doctor shouted in surprise and cringed. There was movement, and something hit him hard, knocking the air out of his lungs. The Doctor found himself pinned against a stone wall, unable to move and barely able to breath. He looked into the demon's eyes without fear. But what he saw frightened him more than any monster he had ever encountered. In front of him was a grey pegasus stallion with a slicked back shiny black mane and piercing ice blue eyes. The stallion had a black bow tie tied around his neck. Dear God, when did he decide a bow tie was a good idea?

"Who are you?" asked the Doctor. The stallion kept his vice grip on the Doctor, his hoof pressing up against the Doctor's throat so hard he was  afraid any more pressure would result in a snapped windpipe. The stallion narrowed his sharp blue eyes. He released the Doctor's throat. The two stallions stared at eachother. The Doctor gulped, not wanting an answer from the demon. He already knew the answer but it contained a reality the Doctor was not willing to accept. The grey stallion laughed.

"You know who I am." said the stallion. The Doctor nodded slowly. Beads of sweat formed and evaporated as the Doctor stared the pegasus straight in the face. The Doctor narrowed his eyes. If this passive creature did not want to show signs of emotion then neither would he. Instead, the Doctor walked closer, until their noses nearly touched and whispered in his ear.

"Hello, Doctor."