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// Jackson and the Ponies 
// Story: Dimensionally Transcendental 
// by thattardisdude 
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          I stood there, gawking at the wooden box. I couldn't believe it- the TARDIS was real! I felt myself shaking in excitement. I ran inside, then outside, then inside, then outside over and over again, enjoying how seemless the dimensions were conjoined. I quickly got tired from doing this for what must have been hours and wiped my brow. "I-I need to rest." I said to myself, ignoring William Hartnell out of pure exhaustion. I just sat on the floor, and slept next to the console. I dreamed about Jones and I traveling through time and space.
I woke up to buttons being pressed. I shot up, ready to scold the perpetrator. Instead of some kid, I was met with the face of a horse. A purple one. With wings... And a horn. "H-hi?" I said, uncertain.
"How big is this?" Was what I was given back.
"Infinite, now who are you? Why are you in my ship? How can you speak and have wings and a horn and crap?" as soon as I had said that, the equine's face gained one that was reminiscent of skepticism.
"Infinite? Really? Not even Celestia's magic can do that. And I'm Princess Twilight Sparkle. Also, your door was wide open, so obviously I'd come into a box that's smaller on the outside. And was that a threat?" She said sassily, yet she seemed to be of utmost imtelligence. Obviously, I don't want to be arrested. Yet, I don't like to be called a liar. And "Smaller on the outside."?  As if... 
"No, your liege." I said. After that, she looked at the monitor, then back at me. 
"Now, how is it powered, this machine?" She said, kinder, almost with wonder. Suddenly, I heard the cloister bell sound, and looked to the monitor.
"[I HEARD THAT]" it read. The princess noticed it too, and gained a look of awe. 
"It's alive!" She exclaimed. That's when it hit me. If the TARDIS doesn't want to be called a machine, and Jones was communicating through the monitor... And he was wearing a TARDIS costume... 
"Jones? A-are the TARDIS?" The cloister bell stopped. I was about to ask again, when my shoes felt weird. I looked down to see some water trickling through the floor. Oh my gosh. It is him! As I was about to speak again, I realized something. If he's the TARDIS... I went wide eyed, and shot past a confused Princess. I checked the wall monitor, which was conveniently off. In the reflective bIack, I saw my face... I was William Hartnell. The pony walked to me.
"S-sir?" Was all she could say before I passed out.