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// Chapter 4: The Doctor's Rambling 
// Story: Cutie Pox Dilemma 
// by Brightly-litt 
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Well, sorry to keep you fine ponies waiting. It’s been hectic with Miss Hooves failing to provide accurate information to Mr. and Mrs. Donkey’s wedding. But anywayyyyyyy… After I made sure Twilight was fast asleep, I took her saliva and placed it on the TARDIS console for analysis of the underlying elements of the dreaded disease. The results I got back were astonishing! Forty-two different illnesses all compacted into a single speck of the Cutie Pox! At the time, I calculated that it would take at least 400 or so more years before they even came close to finding a suitable cure! I scanned over the data when I heard some pony knocking on my TARDIS door.
“Now, who could that be? I thought I set the TARDIS to stay incognito.” As I peeked out the door, I noticed one tiny filly, looked to be about Apple Bloom’s age, eating a lollipop and looking up at me through doe eyes.
“Mither, why are you hiding in a box?” She asked, full of curiosity.
“Well, uhhhhh… You see, my dear. I’m just playing a nice game of hide-and-seek with a friend, and this here box was the closest thing I could find.” I cooed politely.
“Oh! That’s thhho cool!” She lisped. “Can I join?”
I gulped, not knowing what to say. “I’m so sorry, little one, but, if you were to start right in the middle of the game, I’m afraid it would be all the more hard. You might hide soooo well, and I might not find you.” I came up with that last one with sincerity.
“Awwww man! Which one of my fwiendth told you I wath a good hide-and-Theeker?!” And she galloped off, most likely to scold her friends.
“Phew! That was close. I really need to calibrate the TARDIS’ cloaking mechanism.” I turned around, talking to myself.
“Uugh… D-Doctor? May I ask why I’m in a bookfort?” Twilight finally came through (unfortunately for me). “Uh, you know what, never mind. I don’t wanna know.” Facehooves her muzzle and climbs out awkwardly.
“Wwwwwelllll, yes, about that… You kinda got a new cutie mark that made you act like a foal, and I had no other way of keeping you happy!” I said in a rush as the TARDIS was coming up with the cure.
Twilight just sighed. “Well, okay then. As long as I wasn’t too much for you to handle.” She honestly sounded embarrassed.
“Nonsense! It was all fine.” I said, flicking a few switches and bopping a few knobs here and there. “The TARDIS should come up with a suitable cure by sundown, but until then, I recommend you stay INSIDE the TARDIS. For your’s and every pony’s sake. Understand?
She looked hurt and mad. “Of course! This isn’t my first time dealing with a near impossible task!” And we both laughed whilst the cure was being made.

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And so, the TARDIS delivered the cure to me, and I gave it to Twilight, who, before it got any worse, took it and all the unnecessary cutie marks disappeared, and the day was once again saved!



At least… that’s what I thought.