Tragic.....?
AUTHOR'S NOTE: I ACTUALLY DIDN'T RUSH THIS TIME!! I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE ASLEEP 9 HOURS AGO...
This was the day that altered the entire course of history. An ash-Grey pony, a pony that seems to be the same with any other pony here.
Except for his number. On the flank of everypony there was a number. branded on. [207] Two-Zero-Seven. That was the ash-grey pony's number. He was different from all the other ponies.
One was that he got to sleep. Two was he was going to be executed WITH a reason. Lastly, was that he, had a purpose.
He, along with all of the other ponies, had no name. Only addressed by his number. That didn't stop him though. He gave himself a name.
He met others that have something to live for. He has a self-proclaimed purpose. But the executioner and his axe have a different idea.
As he was forced into a chopping block, the basket under him, waiting for it's catch. He looked up, one of the sorry Krovozhadnye with a torch to burn his body to nothing but bone. The executioner brought his axe into the air.
"PREPARE TO DIE SCUM" it yelled and brought it down.
It never reached however. Two-Zero-Seven Looked to see that it was stopped by, to his surprise, the torturer.
"WHAT IN YOUR RIGHT MIND ARE YOU DOING?!" The executioner yelled.
"Calm down, for I have a better idea." the torturer calmly replied.
"What do you have in mind?" The executioner asked, eager to kill Two-Zero-Seven
"We kill it....with it's own creation..." the torturer said as it pulled out a large gas-powered power saw.
"Excellent Idea Conrad!"said the executioner
He wasn't tied, no, they were to lazy to do such a meaningless task, especially when the scum tied up is headless.
He was smart. He designed the power saw for just this occasion.
The executioner raised the saw high.
"Any last words?!" It scoffed
"Yes, actually."
The executioner and torturer shared a glance, this hardly happens, and usually it's interesting.
"One final sentence YOU INSIGNIFICANT PIECE OF FILTH"
"My name is Frost, and I'm gonna go and kill every single one of you."
"BAH"The saw was brought down, Frost rolling to the left and on the ground.
"HOLD STILL!!!" The saw was stabbed into the floor in a sad attempt to kill Frost, and was now stuck there. Just as Frost predicted.
Frost then removed the gasoline tank, but tackled to the ground by the executioner
"Dastard! Begone!" With that, Frost smashed the tank onto the huge Krovozhadnye, soaking it in gas and burning it's eyes, the guard with the torch ran over to try and help
Idiot. One small ember was all it took.
Both the executioner and his idiotic guard were up in flames.
"Time blow this join-ARGH!!" Frost fell down, a butcher's knife halfway inside, and going vertically across his back.
"You may have finished those two, but they are nowhere near my level of intellect. Or WERE nowhere near my intellect. I should say. You underestimated us, and that led to your doom." The torturer keeled next to Frost, and pulled out a syringe. "This, is the most painful way to die in all of my little arsenal of tools.." it gestured to the syringe filled with a green liquid. "Face it, I admit you were smart. But I'm smarter then you.....Two-Zero-Seven."
"BUT AM THE SMARTEST!!!" Came a voice from nowhere whatsoever.
"WHO'S THERE?!" the torturer yelled. Surprised fro the intrusion
"ALLONS-Y!!!!"
Just then a big blue police box spawned out of nowhere and crash landed on the torturer. Killing the psychotic Krovozhadnye.
A tan stallion and a grey coated, blond maned, cross-eyed Pegasus came out of it.
"Ditzy! Get him inside the TARDIS now!" The stallion yelled.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL?!" Frost said, thankful, but confused none the less.
"Got it!" said the Pegasus that lifted Frost up, and slammed his back into a wall, shoving in the butcher knife into Frost's back even more. Frost screamed out louder then he had ever screamed.
"Oops...my bad." Ditzy said, and dragged me into the damn RTARD thingie.
The stallion ran in and smashed a couple buttons before yelling "ALLONS-Y!!!"
Frost was lying the the floor of the DITSAR or something.. back toward the roof. He put a hoof around the handle of a knife and tried to remove it. But the stallion kicked his hoof away.
"Ah, What the hell??" Frost asked "I'm in pain you know!"
"I know you are. However, the Krovozhadnye slashed at your spinal cord. For now, ultimately, the knife is keeping you alive. I hope you dearly understand Frost." the pony said calmly.
"Wait..? Krovozhadnye? You know them..? How do you know my name?" Frost asked, confused.
"I like to call them the The Krows!" the Pegasus yelled.
"That is Ditzy Doo. She is my assistant, I am Doctor Whooves. Ah, and Twilight Sparkle told me all of this.
>Dear Celestia....what is happening...< "Where...are we going?" Frost asked, apprehensive of the coming answer for some reason.
"Back in time! To Ponyville of course! Err....Ponyville hospital anyway. Princesses Celestia, Luna, and Twilight and her friend are waiting for you there." the doctor said.
"So...how..?" Frost began
"Oh, how did I get in this situation of saving you? Well, I have a history of knowing Twilight, and Ditzy and I were off to go ahead and collect some plants from the past, were Twilight appeared and explained her situation to me, I gladly accepted, thinking that there would me more action, gesturing to a small screwdriver-like object, and a large bazooka....with a large muffin inside of it." Doctor Whooves explained.
"The bloody hell...?" Frost started again.
"This is the TARDIS. Stands for 'Time and Relative Dimension in Space' in other words, a time machine."
Frost went out cold. Whether from all this surprising info, or the fact that he could be bleeding out, we won't know.