Well that was certainly strange thought the doctor. Miss Hooves was here a few moments ago to drop off letter. Something wasn't right. She had seemed....Well....Never mind. Probably didn't matter anyways. He glanced over quickly at the neatly sealed envelope sitting on the console. In careful hoof-writing, the front read to whom it might concern DO NOT OPEN UNTIL NOON. Why he had to wait, he did not know. He hated not knowing. Trotting around the TARDIS console, he noticed that the sun was beginning to rise (the door was partly opened). Even though it was only three A.M., the brown earth pony could no longer stand it. He tore open the envelope and began to read eagerly.
Dear Doctor,
I know how hard it must've been for you, moving from...um....wherever..you came from.....You probably noticed, but most ponies whispered about you behind your back because you were so random and strange-almost like a frownie version of Pinkie Pie. I'm gonna make this quick, cuz I had somewhere to be. I have had feelings for you since day one. I was afraid to tell you because I didn't want you to think I was retarded and clumsy like everypony else. You were always there for me and the rest of equestria when we needed it most.
Please don't go looking for me. By now, I will be dead. You probably don't understand why i would commit suicide. Everypony hates me. I'm Clumsy. Retarded.
The doctor recoiled slightly
Ugly. No matter what I do, no pony wants to accept me. And what's the point of living if no pony is going to miss you or if all you are gonna have in life in pain? My father left me as a foal because of my eye and no pony would give my mother a job because she had "derped" wings- one wing was way too small. she ended up starving to death and I ended up an orphan. Just spare me a thought once in a while, ok?
-Derpy
Ears laying flat and hoof over mouth, The Doctor was trying so hard not to cry. He hadn't cried since rose left.......Then it hit him: he had to find her! Dashing out of the TARDIS doors as fast as he could, the Doctor ran through town looking up as the sky, knowing she would try to fall to her death. Finally, he resorted to searching the edges of town. Soon after, he spotted her. She was laying on the ground in a pool of blood. Her face covered in bruises and many of her feathers had fallen out. It looked as though her back left leg was dislocated and she was breathing, but only a very little bit- her chest rose and fell very slightly but quickly. Then came the coughing. She couldn't seem to stop. Derpy spat up blood- and one or two teeth. But it sounded more like sobbing after a moment or two.
"no....no no no no..." "DERPY!"