“Please, please, please! Take me back!”
“Oh for the love of God… get off my lawn already!”
“Please, sweetheart, you know you love me! Think about how well we’ll work together!”
“For the last time, Doctor, get off my lawn or else I’m calling the police!”
“But look!” the Eighth Doctor said, pointing to Celestia with a thumb over his shoulder. She refused to smile and merely covered her face with a hoof in shame. “I have Hasbro’s top marketing gimmick with me. Doesn’t that mean anything, Stevey?”
Steven Moffat sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “No, Doctor, I won’t do another special. You already had your chance,” the middle-aged man said in a thick Scottish accent.
The Eighth Doctor fell to his knees at the doorstep of Moffat’s home, clasping his hands together in a begging position. Out of all the Doctors thus far he appeared the most youthful and jubilant, though his wardrobe reminded Celestia of a human from the nineteenth century who hadn’t gotten with the times. He was all silk and dark colors with the occasional spot white from his undershirt. Overall a more drab and dreary appearance than his earlier incarnations who were making a big show at being the most colorful and fantastical, though Celestia couldn’t tell whether this change was good or bad.
“Just give me another! Please, I need this! The audiobooks and graphic novels aren’t going to keep me going forever!” the Eighth Doctor said, his voice now pleading. “You just can’t leave me hanging here!”
“What about me?” Celestia called out, leaning against the TARDIS.
The Doctor gave her a dismissive glance and snorted. “You have at least five good seasons in you. I have nothing, missy, nothing!”
Celestia sighed and rubbed a hoof across her face. “This might be the most pathetic date I’ve ever been on.”
The Doctor fell to his chest, beating a fist against the ground beside Moffat’s foot, sobbing uncontrollably. “Please, give me another 50th special! Anything at all! I’ll even make out with the Eleventh. Heaven knows the fangirls would shower you in money and wet panties if that happened!”
“Wait, yeah, this is definitely the most pathetic date I’ve ever been on. And that’s saying something.”
Moffat shoved the Doctor aside with the tip of his shoe. “Doctor, it just isn’t going to happen. When the 75th anniversary special comes around, maybe, but not now. Not like this.” Moffat closed his door shut with a slam, leaving the Doctor curled up on his front porch, still sobbing.
Celestia tiptoed closer to the Doctor, rubbing the back of her neck while not staring directly at him. “So yeeeeeah, I know this isn’t the best time. Crushed dreams and all that. But I’m gonna… hit the road right now.”
The Doctor got back to his feet, no worse for the wear. Withdrawing a chained pocket watch from his coat, he asked, “Really, my dear? We could probably stop off at Russell Davies’ or Neil Gaiman’s place and have them concoct something for me. Plus, with you along for the trip, there’s no way I could possibly fail!”
The note of desperation in his voice nearly made Celestia pity him, before she realized that she was the one who was normally the pitiful one.
“No… no, I think you’ll have a much more enjoyable time without me. Plus, I finally got my wristwatch time traveling device working properly, so I don’t need to be your stick in the mud.”
Celestia glanced at her hoof where the time traveling device normally clung to her foreleg, but was surprised to see nothing was there. Looking to the Doctor, she noticed he had it hanging from his fingertips, studying it with a mild interest.
“Ah, so that’s what this strange contraption is.” He rotated it in his hands, humming under his breath. “Definitely would’ve been useful for me a while back, that’s for sure.”
With a growl Celestia swiped the device out of his hands and attached it back to her hoof. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t go around pickpocketing my stuff, Doctor.”
“Well, first off, you don’t have pockets—”
“You’d be surprised.”
“I am already. Secondly, it was on your wrist—erm, hoof. So really, it was wristpocketing… or hoofpocketing. Perhaps even horsepocketing.” The Doctor let out a short laugh like a cough. “Although I do suppose in this case it could be called ponypocketing, or maybe even the more correct term of alicornpocketing. What do you think, Cele—”
Celestia was nowhere to be seen, an empty spot where she had just stood.
The Doctor snapped his fingers. “Oh yeah, that’s where my rambling was leading me. I was just about to mention I had been fiddling with the device before she swiped it and may have accidentally reset the destination for the time travel location.”
The Doctor rubbed his chin, frowning slightly. “I do hope I didn’t accidentally send her to a bad-off time period. By my calculations, she’s either in the middle of a war during Genghis Khan’s raiding of Mongolia and China, or the late Jurassic period.” The Doctor stopped, arching a brow suddenly. “Actually, now that I think about it, weren’t there two alicorns in the TARDIS last time I checked?”
Dammit Doctor, you and your absentmindedness. Oh well, at least we're closing in on my personal favorite.
4873176 'Vashta Nerada' not Nashta Varada.
First comment for the chapter! Funny chapter.
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LIES!
Sorry, but there was a bit too much blatant breaking of the fourth wall for my enjoyment here.
Hmm...Maybe Tia could date the Doctor who wasn't the Doctor? You know, the one who used (or didn't use) The Moment? That could be interesting, seeing her dating the one with a warrior mentality.
*thunk*
*thunk*
*thunk*
Oh, don't mind me, just bashing my head against the wall. Back to dinosaurs AGAIN!
*thunk*
And thus, the eighth Doctor's dwindling exposure is shown in full form in this very chapter
Worst-case scenario: Celestia's been left with another disappointment barring her latest date.
4878006 How do you know it was butchering the Fourth Wall?
Maybe the TV show is actually real and all of the actors are just different identities and everything suspicious has 27 layers of perception filters on it?
I mean, the Tardis has a pretty swell camera system.
Also, smooth m8.
soo close to the end! I'm really an anti-fan of dr. who in almost every instance, and I'm looking forward to having other characters back on soon!
Keep up the high quality!
Wouldn't it be pick-xing not x-pocketing, since you know it was established that no pockets were involved.
It's funny because it's true.
Make it a threesome with the tenth as well as it'll be printing your own money!
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4877970 I is a master gram gram er, paesant!
But it's not a pocket! The Doctor was clearly pickfetlocking, the wretch.
Also, that second alicorn intrigues me...
........I think the whole time traveling device malfunctioning gag is getting a bit old, possibly even ancient. In fact it's getting so old Nazis tried to steal it only to be stopped by Indiana Jones.
WHERE DID YOU HIDE THE FISH FINGERS, RAINBOWBOB?!
WHERE?!?!!
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Bitch I ain't gonna tell ya.
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*enters Super Saiyan 3 level*
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Any reason why there were two alicorns in the tardis in the first place?
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Luna decided to go with Celestia and the Doctor on their date. Why and where she is right now shall be revealed... LATER!
and next time will surely be fantastic!
I'm surprised nobody's written a chapter for the Shogun of Sorrow himself, Aku. He's voiced by Mako! What mare could resist that?
MOAR OF DE FUNNIEZ
Other than that, good show!
You have my follow, fav & watch.
~Me
So you are going through all doctors...
Hm I like new crossovers more i think
Brook and Superman are my favorites so far.
Perhaps data den Empra too heh