Perhaps Death

by WritingSpirit

A Visit From The Dentist

1024 AC, ? Month, ? Day, ? h/min/s

Fancy the supreme legion of the alicorns...

I'm sure most, if not all of you are wondering what that uncalled, irrational praise was about. Well, fact one, it wasn't a praise and fact two, they've ordered the guards to confiscate my dental floss! Apparently, from what I've unintentionally eavesdropped (they were rambling just outside my cell, just in case you weren't convinced) Princess Luna had somehow figured out about my plans of escape, as well as my internal decorum made exclusively for my imaginary arachnid counterparts. They weren't really pleased about their homes being destroyed, if you would really like to know. Perhaps I've spent lots of days questioning their power. If anything, I was a little upset at how I was being treated. Remember how I said a higher power was always watching me? Take that back, and replace the word 'watching' with 'controlling' instead. Yes, it's that bad.

Why, you might ask, my friend. Basically, when you possess control over time and space, you know the ruling powers of the world in which you resided in would, let's say, retain them to a certain degree. Princess Celestia made sure of that, though unlike her younger sister unfortunately, she was more lenient of a beast to tame before she handed the reins to Luna. Never the merrier of the bunch, I always said about her.

Now, here I am, wasting my days when I could roam free in the TARDIS of mine (which I'm sure would be somewhere in the dungeons as well) and explore the world! But no, instead I'm in a prison with only the scenery of the Canterlot streets to entertain me. I'm fortunate then, that there are many sights to see besides the branching cracks of the prison wall.

For those wondering where solitary confinement would be, it was actually in one of the higher towers of the palace, so you could imagine the brilliant view bestowed upon me. Yes, never a dull moment, to observe the high society, though I fear it would not be that satisfactory to my preferences later on. One would get bored with the same batch of hay, as some ponies say.

It's strange. I never quite liked how... erm... how shall I put this... confined, the customs of Canterlot are, but watching them roam freely from behind these bars like skittering little ants just made me... envious of them. All I could think about to cheer myself up was how I didn't stick up my nose into the air with the impudent arrogance most of them ne'er-do-wells possessed. I've met a few promising ones, however; ponies whom I know would be able to depend on for the rest of my -- or accurately their -- life.

"Doctor?"

"Yes!" my instincts answered for me, turning to this guard (Celestia's, luckily; Luna's bat guards are always so ill-tempered) who was unlocking my door. Now, under circumstances like these, you would probably bolt out the door and lose them with the wind blowing in your mane and tails, as well as your ponytails-- hehe... get it? Ponytails? 'Cause we ponies have tails and we're so 'coincidentally' known as ponies, eh? Heh...... never mind. As I was saying, you would probably escape. Sadly, this is Canterlot.

"There's somepony wanting to see you, Doctor."

"Who is it?" I asked. If it's the pony who keeps messing up my mail, boy, do I have something to say! "Is it somepony I know? Was it Whipper again? Tell him I don't have any of those Trottingham cookies he wanted so badly from me. I believe somepony would've stolen them anyway, because I left them in the TARDIS and I clearly remembered it had been inspected last... week, wasn't it?"

"It's the... uh... she said she's the dentist, Doctor."

Dentist? As in 'the pony who cleans my teeth' dentist? What does she want, to remind me of an appointment due? To remind me of how I could get a tooth cavity in a tight jail cell? The only cavity I figured I could get now was from gnawing these iron bars apart anyway.

"I'm afraid she will have to come another time," I answered. "If she hadn't noticed yet, I'm currently stuck in a prison now. Just call whoever the mare is to arrange the appointment after I'm done serving whatever time I'm serving, alright?"

"She said it's important," the guard continued, undaunted. "And specifically mentioned that if you were going to be stubborn, she would have to come into your cell and drag you out on a leash herself."

That was enough to appall me. Why, you might ask? I'm the bloody Doctor, of course! No one collars me and drags me out on a leash! No one! Not even if it's Celestia-damned Celestia herself!

"Then I'll escort myself out," I replied, trying to... keep my cool, if that's how you phrase it. "And ask the Princesses not to worry. I'll make sure this visit will be... concise."

With a sigh, I venture down the single flight of stairs, leading back to the 'common room' of the dungeons. Yes, this is the place where you see ponies dressed in orange, raggedy clothes and having a chat or hoof-wrestling contests, sometimes even an all-out war of some sorts. Being in solitary, I do not require to change into those... those flashy outfits, luckily. Even here, companionship was subtle. To me, at least.

A trot to my left, and I exited the trash heap of the room and into a whiter, more sterile environment. This was the place where the prisoners keep in contact with their relatives. Yes, the exact same ones you see on television, where a glass wall separates between us and ponies talk and such. The guard assigned to watch over me was now standing behind me, and I couldn't help but feel uneasy as he followed my steps.

"Doctor!"

That name was quite famili-- what am I saying! That's me! Oh, how in the heck can I suddenly forget about my name?
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Is it?

Was it my name?
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Yes. Of course it is!

Yes...

I'm the Doctor...
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There's no way I've would've forgotten about that.

No way at all.

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I turned, ears twitching along into the direction of the voice to see a light blue mare raising a hoof against the glass, her darker, similarly-colored eyes sparkling with such endeavor it would probably refuel my TARDIS's atomic accelerator! Her mane was rather an oddity: a mix of blue and some sort of pale grayish-bluish color, I haven't have the faintest idea what it's called. What I found even more intriguing is that her Cutie Mark is similarly like mine: a small hourglass! Huh! And I thought my Cutie Mark was one of a kind!

"Doctor!" she cried happily, which only confused me more: have we met officially, as in something more than dentist and patient? Usually, the doctors that tended to me had a queer habit of ignoring me than question me of my origins; she would be a first to do just the opposite. "Are you alright? Are you hurt? Ohh, did any of those ponies hurt you?"

"Um... excuse me, Miss, but..." I began, nervously stuttering. "Do I know you?"

Suddenly, she stared at me with this longest stare in my entire life, almost as if what I said was ridiculous (yet true), though it quickly changed to one of deep thought and, lastly, realization. Of what, I'm not sure. "Of course, of course..." she muttered softly. Did I mention I have a pair of sharp ears? "Just remembered something about you, Doctor. No harm done! Jogging your memory a little, I'm the one who gave you the dental floss, remember?"

Ah, of course! My single architectural tool! I tried not to guffaw at its fate in the hooves of the ruling Princesses, but it seems this happy-go-lucky mare doesn't really care about it, just like how she didn't care when I examined every nook and cranny I could get from her face. Maybe she's an interrogator working for the Princesses, wanting to extract information from me with the story of my dental-floss origins implanted in her head, I don't know really.

"But I clearly don't remember your face..." I began softly, hoping not to offend her.

"That's because you kept saying you didn't want to look at ponies' faces anymore, duh!"

Huh? What? Me? Not looking at faces anymore? Where in the deepest mud pits of Froggy Bottom Bog did this fraudulent story came from? Whoever made that story up surely must be out of their mind to involve me in their schemes! I'm the Doctor! Not some commonplace, batty lecturer from the University of Canterlot, and yes, they are all batty, but that's another story.

"I believe you're mistaken, miss," I replied, being as polite as I could. "There is no way I would not gaze at one's face! It would be extremely disrespectful of me!"

"Ooh~!" the... dentist, I shall call her, shot back with extreme sarcasm, and I do mean extreme! "This is something new! The Doctor finally learns a thing or two about respect! Whatcha gonna do next, teach your Companions on using the TARDIS? As if you would ever tutor anyone, you arrogant snoot!"

"I'm not a snoot!"

The nerve! She's a random stranger that I have never, ever met before, and she dares to call me a snoot? Outrageous!! I don't even want to bother about how many pairs of eyes are looking at my seething self! No, not even that leering swine of a guard!

"Is this how you give first impressions?" I shouted back. "I don't even know who in the whole of Equestria you are!!"

"My, my, you really do have Alzheimer's..."

"Yes, is that a problem?" I stuttered. "How in Celestia's name that you knew about it anyway?"

"Like, duh? You told me yourself!"

Her answer confused oh so much more. Somehow, it seems the more I learn, the more these rather perplexing complications started to pop up. Nothing connects! Here was the mare that I only knew of through the medium of a packet of dental floss, and yet she knows that I've contracted this disease with a ridiculous claim that she was informed of so by little old me! I clearly remembered I never told anypony about it! I really did! But... but now...

"You okay, Doctor?" the mare asked. "You looked a little sickly. And they said it's best for you to be in a dungeon than a hospital. You're having Alzheimer's, for Celestia's sake!"

Well, that was enough proof of concern, at least from a mare whom I believed was totally bonkers. Really, if she was sent by a colleague of mine, it would make a lot more sense, but to not mention that of any sort was discomforting instead of fulfilling. And before you ask, yes, I do have colleagues. Not the companions, no! Companions and colleagues are categorized differently. But enough of that.

"You came here by yourself?" I asked, to which she nodded. "Did anypony send you here?"

"Uh... no?"

"Then who exactly are you?"

"Well, I'm your dentist, that's one. Number two, just remember that I'm here to help you with remembering things and all, and that you can trust me. Why not we'll start with this first?"

Silently, she slipped through a niche between the glass wall and the table some sort of pouch, with the look in her eyes warning me not to open it until I'm alone. Actually, it was just a guess, but something tells me that it wouldn't be what she would want the Princesses to expect. Don't blame me, I trust neither of them, yet this offer is too queer to be true.

"Toodles, Doctor!" she squeaked. "Don't wanna keep my patients waiting!"

Well, you know what I did next, don't you?

When I finally returned to my cell, all the while ignoring the grandeur of eyes staring at me, I couldn't help but take a little peek at my package. Undoing the knotted ropes bounding the pouch shut with my teeth (ah, the wonders of being an Earth Pony) I reached a single hoof within it, wringing about its interior like some hysterical sock puppeteer.

"There we go..." I muttered, pulling out to see... see...... what in Celestia's name is this?

It's small, no doubt, to the point that the satchel it was placed in seemed like some interstellar dimension in it! Looking at it a tad bit closer, I could make out a lot of ridges around its grayish cylindrical shape. On top of it was a small cap, complete with a turret of some sort? To be honest, it looked like somepony sawed off the cannon of a tank and just glued it onto a gray sleeping pill! Uncanny little contraption indeed...

Yet... there was something... somehow it looked so familiar, as if I had seen it before. Did I? No, that cannot be possible! I would've remembered what I saw! Yet... with this disease, it might not be the case anymore. But there must be something more to this thing, I just know it! Is there...?
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Is there...?
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WAIT!!
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No... no, it cannot be...

But... b-but how?!
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How can this be?!
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The dentist... she knows something about this! I'm sure of it!!
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I need to talk to her.
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I NEED TO TALK TO HER NOW!!

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Comments

[One Very Bad Writer]

I patiently wait for more of the Doctor and his descent into.. This disease! I like it, I've never been good at explaining why I like things but I like this story, been here since Chapter one. Huzzah! Can't wait for the next chapter. Well, I can. Patience is a virtue! Good luck, and tata.

From your Fan,
-OVBW

[Attraten]

keep up the good work, cant wait for the next chapter!