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// 1: Wait... 
// Story: Adventure Muffin! 
// by Jake Witt 
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You are the Adventure Muffin! You are very happy for this outcome. I mean, what if you waited on a day she forgot breakfast? You shudder at the thought.

A few coins fell, an angry Rainbow Dash sat embedded in a nearby wall, and you're both in a hurry! You are whisked out of Sugarcube Corner and into a familiar blue box across the street.



It is bigger on the inside. You feel like you should be in awe... but you've seen better. You saw the Devil cry, after all.

"Thank you, Doctor!" Derpy cried, glomping a brown earth stallion.

Oh, it's him. Hold on... You somehow know this figure, but he's unfamiliar to you. Whoever he is, you want to join the hug or pull on his blue tie until it's so tight he chokes. The back-stabbing traitor! ...you need to see a doctor. An actual doctor. How do you he's not an actual doctor? You follow that thought with another, wondering if muffins need doctors or baking connoisseurs.

You remembered a big word. You are so proud.

"Did you really need to take every ordered muffin missing from your past?" he asked, clopping his forehooves together to close the door behind us.

Derpy made a struggle to look serious, but her yellow eyes and scrunched muzzle betrayed her, "Of course! I need to take those muffins before the thief that took them could take them!"

After flipping some switches and starting a loud metallic wheezing noise around us, the Doc gave her a flat-eyed stare. "Derpy, you are the thief that stole your muffins."

While they continued their conversation, you hopped from her right hoof before sliding down her left leg. Upon landing, you spot several baskets of blueberry muffins. You ran over and hopped into the basket in the hopes she won't find you in a million years. You doubt she could even live that long... unless she was some decayed creature with a tiny chalk board.

That image seems adorable somehow.

"Doctor, did you eat my muffin?"

"No, I did not. Why?"

"I can't find it anywhere! It was just in my hoof!"

"You probably ate it without noticing."

"Even the paper wrapper?"

"It's happened before."

"Oh. heh hehe..."

"That reminds me; can you check on Tick Tock? I think he took the toaster again."

"Wait, aren't you Tick Tock?"

"You're thinking of Time Turner. I'm talking about our gingercorn!"

"Oooh! I'll be right back, Doctor!"

You hear her hooves pass your basket and climb some stairs closeby.

"Alright Adventure Muffin, you can come out."

Is he really talking to you?

You hear calm clicks from hooves as the Doctor draws near, "I know you're alive. I just saw you hop out of my friend's hoof and into one of these baskets." He picks up your basket, bringing it to his eye level.

You slowly peek out and quietly reply.

"Well, I don't care about specifics nor would I hurt you." He looks up some stairs before returning, whispering, "I much prefer English muffins despite other's beliefs."

You are not sure if you should be scared or relieved. Either way, if he doesn't eat you then he could just as easily crush you. You imagine the banana nuts and strawberries taunt "Stomp muffin! Stomp muffin! Never had a chance muffin!" In reality they are truly unalive and freshly made.

He pulls his collar, revealing a bottomless pit instead of his coat. "Quick, she's coming back! If you value your grain, you will hop into my pocket. It's warm and bigger than it looks."

You have nothing to lose as you hear the blonde menace draw near. You hop into the magic pocket, shouting "Geronimo!"

Inside the pocket... is a hoarder's paradise. Countless ties, bow ties, a long scarf, celery, anaglyph 3D glasses, a nice looking silver pocket watch, an hour glass, several pictures of women and mares unfamiliar to you, a ticket to a movie called "BAD WOL...", dozens of books... all fan fictions about himself made by himself, SHERLOCK book series, Doctor Who comic books, Seasons 1-6 of F.R.I.E.N.D.S. and SUPERNATURAL... basically more junk than junk can handle. Does any of this literature use lowercase?

You take out a random buried movie. "Gone With The Wind." You heard it was good and thought about the prospect of a DVD Player in this wasteland.





The Doctor continued to tinker with his TARDIS, enjoying the music playing.

Tick Tock, a two-tone red unicorn stallion with goggles around his neck and gears as his cutiemark entered the room, his voice was dull and monotone as he spoke. "Doctor, where is that music comic from?"

"My tie."

"Is that normal?"

"Is anything ever normal?"

>Cue Theme Song!