When the Doctor woke up, he was immediately greeted by what he assumed was a bright, cloudless blue sky, in a small cramped area as he tried to stretch, “Whats this about? All that happened was a visit to Roam, I don't see...” he stopped as he remembered everything from the day before, “Oh...right. Where's the TARDIS then? I did fall asleep next to it...” He stood up, and his head pushed against fabric.
He frowned, “Ah, a blanket, that explains it.” he muttered, pushing on it as he tried throwing it off, his efforts fruitless as the blanket did not move. He sighed, deciding on a new tactic, and pushed on the side of the basket, smiling when he felt it starting to tip. His smile disappeared when the basket tipped over completely, leaving him in the dark, the blanket under him being the thing letting him have any sort of light.
The Doctor groaned, “Outsmarted by inanimate objects. I guess it could have been worse...all things considered I suppose.” he muttered, sitting down as he thought of a new plan.
Vinyl smiled, she had to admit, she normally didn't like mornings, but this one was looking to be fun. She was currently lying on the couch, waiting for Octavia to wake up, when she noticed the basket start moving. It looked to her like the foal was trying to escape from her handiwork. She chuckled quietly and got off the couch, walking quietly over to the basket.
She stopped next to it, her ears swiveling forward curiously as she heard the colt speaking gibberish, before she backed up, bemused as she watched him tip the basket over, the gibberish more resigned this time. She watched for a few more seconds, before she snorted, the basket moving a little. Her snorting turned to full blown laughter as the basket moved a few more inches. he's trying to get out, how cute. she thought.
Vinyl’s horn glowed a light blue again, untying the knot in the blanket and letting it drop out of her grip, before her magic enveloped the basket and lifted it up, getting out of sight of the colt as she put the basket down beside him.
The Doctor blinked, getting his eyes adjusted to the light streaming through the windows. He looked around curiously at the room he was in. His eyes traveled upwards at the ceiling to see a projector in the middle of the room, pointed directly at a white screen behind him, “Well now, where am I?” he wondered quietly, before he heard the basket crunch next to him, and turned to see deep magenta eyes staring back at him. The Doctor jumped back in fright, turning to run from the pony lying on top of the basket, before he was caught in a blue glow.
Vinyl caught the foal before he could escape, and brought him closer, pushing the basket away as she sat up. She let go of him and grabbed him in her hooves before he could hit the floor, chuckling, “Enjoy your night little dude? You almost got my into trouble with Octavia, but its fine now. Were good.” she frowned as she finished, noticing he was looking around the room instead of paying attention to her.
She sighed, squeezing him to regain his attention, ignoring his pained grunt as she continued, “What were you doing in a basket anyway, seems sorta dumb don't you think?” she asked. Vinyl waited for an answer as she looked him in the eye, but the colt stayed silent, confusion evident in his face.
A smirk crossed Vinyl's face as she stared back at him, “So silent treatment then? I know you're able to talk, so you're forcing me to take drastic measures!” she exclaimed, putting him into a headlock as she held him to her chest, holding him tightly to keep him from escaping.
Before Vinyl could give him the noogie of a lifetime though, a loud, blood curdling scream rang through the house. Octavia ran out of her room and came into the living room, and Vinyl stared at her, her hoof pressed against the colts head. Octavia's mane had a serious case of the bedhead, with it sticking out in every direction, her eyes bloodshot as she stared at Vinyl.
Octavia glared at her, walking closer, “How dare you set my alarm clock so far back Vinyl! I'm going to be completely late for the train to Canterlot that's coming in less then an hour, I don't have enough time to get ready and find out where the colts family is. You knew I was going to have a two week tour there, I can't be late! This is going to be a complete disaster...” she put her hooves on her head and sighed, sitting down heavily at the prospect.
Vinyl stared at her before she shook her head and held the colt tighter to her chest to quit his squirming as she walked over to her friend, balanced on three hooves, “Relax Octy, I only set the clock back cause ya didn't need to wake up at five in the mornin just to get ready for a train that comes at eight! Chillax aight? You got half an hour or whatever, and you packed weeks ago, you have enough time to go get yourself all cleaned up and pretty for the trip,” she smiled, looking down at the colt in her grasp, his muzzle smothered by her fur, “I can take care ah him and go lookin for his parents.”
Octavias sad expression flipped to an incredulous one at her words as she stared, “You do not honestly think that I believe you do you? Vinyl, you can barely find the marketplace on your own or take care of yourself without me present, and you want to take care of a little foal?!” she shook her head, “I'll will have to cancel the tour.” she said quietly as she shakily stood up.
Vinyl stared at her, shocked as her grip loosened and she dropped the foal on the floor to put a leg around her neck, “Octavia, you can't do something like that over a small thing, you're just overreacting. Come on, I promise you that I will take good care of the kid and find his parents.” she said, squeezing Octavia's neck slightly in a comforting sort of gesture.
Octavia sighed, looking Vinyl in the eye carefully, “I suppose...I should give you the benefit of a doubt. You have surprised me before after all.” she conceded.
Vinyl smiled, letting her leg drop back to the floor, “Exactly! Its all handled, consider the kid soon to be brought back to his loving parents, now go and get ready or whatever!” she exclaimed, pushing Octavia into her own room before shutting the door.
The Doctor grumbled as he stood up, watching the two mares talk. Waking up to a unicorn attacking before hugging him in an overly strong hug and obstructing his breathing was not something he could say he was used to, especially when he was stuck in a colts body and unable to understand a basic language.
He shook his head to clear his thoughts and went into the kitchen, “I can leave and figure out everything thats going on while they're distracted, see what's wrong...” he stopped and looked up at the door, which unlike most, did not have a smaller door attached to let younger ponies out, making the doorknob impossible for him to reach. “Of course, being the size I currently am, I may be trapped here and cannot leave at all.”
He sighed, shutting his eyes, Why did I have to be so small? he wondered, before his eyes snapped open, realizing his hooves were no longer touching the ground at all as the doorknob began getting much closer. His window of opportunity to formulate a plan had been broken when the unicorn had seen him after walking back to the room and picked him up as she said something to him.
He sighed again, This is another of many issues, without the TARDIS to translate for me, I may as well be considered a foal with a fanciful made up language who is helpless and can't debunk what anypony says to me. Why had this thought not occurred to me before?! This body must be getting to me... he shook his head and looked out through the light blue aura at the unicorn as she turned away from him. The earth pony was back and they were talking again, while the earth pony had bags beside her.
The Doctor saw the opportunity and turned around back to the door, and started pushing his legs back in forth as if he were swimming in an attempt to reach the handle as the ponies spoke.
Octavia put down her suitcases as she walked back to the kitchen with Vinyl, “Remember to feed yourself Vinyl. There's plenty of food in here that doesn't require you to cook anything in the cabinets, so you won't need to worry about me being gone for a few weeks.” she instructed, looking at Vinyl.
Vinyl rolled her eyes as she chuckled, “Yes mom. Octavia, you don't have to worry about your old li’l housemate Vinyl, I have it all handled!” she laughed.
Octavia sighed, rubbing her head, “I hope you do. I also hope that you bring that poor little foal back to his family, they must miss him terribly! Look at him trying to leave, he misses him too.” she said, looking over Vinyl's shoulder at the foal flailing around in her magic, “Please put him down, he must be terribly afraid.”
Vinyl chuckled as she sat down, “Whatever you say.” she said, as her horn glowed brighter. He floated away from the door and over to her, where she cancelled her magic and caught him before he could hit the floor. She smiled as she looked down at him again, “Don't worry about anything Octy, I'll take care of everything, just go catch the train.”
Octavia sighed slowly, “I trust that you will Vinyl, now I must head out to be able to be at the station on time.” she picked her bags up and walked to the door. She paused for a moment and looked over her shoulder at Vinyl and the colt in her arms. She shook her head and opened the door, I trust her. she thought as she walked outside, closing the door behind her.
Vinyl smiled as she watched her leave and the door shut, “Alright! Time to party hard now that Mrs. Party Poopers gone.” she dropped the colt on the floor and went into the living room as she smirked. “Octy clearly knows nothin about foals, a colt sleepin outside a school next to a weird lookin box would totally have a family that worried for him. More like they wanted to get rid of him, those parents aren't cool at all, the kids just confused.” she snorted as her voice was drowned out from the walls separating the kitchen and living room from the colts ears.
That was incredible rude. The Doctor thought bitterly as he stood up and dusted himself off as he assessed the situation, Alright, so one of the ponies left, who I assume is the more sane one, I'm stuck with the rude touchy unicorn, and I cant open a bloody door on my own. This is not my day, but hopefully I’m still in Ponyville, I do not want to be too far from the TARDIS in this state.
He sighed, “It isn't as bad as it could be I suppose, could be a whole lot worse considering its me. Nonetheless I do not want to be stuck here in this house. Perhaps...” he began, before a loud boom assaulted his ears as it rocked the house, leaving his ears ringing loudly as the sound continued its assault at a much lower volume
He shook his head, trying to shake the ringing sound out, Did a dalek just bloody die? he wondered, Its coming from where the mare went... he walked over to the doorway and looked in curiously. The unicorn was standing behind a huge turntable situated behind big speakers plugged in front of it, the speakers pumping out the sound he had heard which were becoming clearer as his hearing came back. The mare had purple shades covering her eyes, and she danced to the beat of the music like nothing else was real.
The Doctor backed up from the doorway, “Ok, not a dalek, something worse.” the mare stopped her dancing in time to notice him over the music, and she smiled as her horn glowed blue. Before he had time to react, the Doctor was picked up again in her magic and brought over to her, before being deposited onto her back.
The glow disappeared as she put a hoof on the table and turned the records with it, and started dancing again, or at least her version of dancing. To the Doctor, all she was doing was jumping up and down as she hopped side to side, making him have to hug against her sides to keep from being thrown off. It had the opposite effect of what he wanted to show, and only encouraged her to much faster and erratically then when she began, punctuated by her bucking every now and then to the beat she made.
The Doctor groaned, putting his head down, This is so much worse then a dalek. he thought, his face turning green. After a few more minutes of the continued treatment from the mare, he was having trouble holding onto her, and he lost his hold from her completely when she bucked forward again. He screamed as he was sent flying over her head, and instead of landing on the floor, like the Doctor had feared, the momentum sent him onto one of the records as it spun. He watched the room spin around as he shakily stood up, the mare continuing her hop dance.
He tilted his head, confused, Did she really not notice what just happened right in front of her? he wondered, looking down at the record. He backed off it onto the console, before his back leg slipped on a pitch slider, sending it up a bit. He turned and looked at it as he backed up again towards the records, I wonder what that does, I’m honestly not that knowledgeable on music instruments. he thought, before he froze, realizing that the record he had just stepped on was moving faster with each passing second, his vision becoming blurred to nothing but colors.
Oh dear, he stood up quickly, The pace of the records spinning cycle was made quicker, so thats what that thing does! Oh, but I can't stop it from here, I can't tell where it is and I run the risk of just falling off. he sighed and started running in the same direction of the disk so he wouldn't be thrown off from the quickened pace. The mare had taken notice of the sudden sound change and was watching him with a wide grin as he tried to focus at staying on.
He started panting as he tried to keep up, I suppose that this is fun when I start to really consider it... he thought, a small smile appearing on his face for a split second before a frown replaced it, Oh what am I doing?! This is not something that I should be dealing with. I have more important matters that need to be done! That thought in mind, he sat down, and the reaction was instant.
Unfortunately for him, the record was still going fast, and thanks to his running, it was moving faster then before, and it sent him flying again. He flew to the couch, where he hit onto the back cushions of the couch, the force of the hit knocking his breath out as he fell onto the cushioned seat.