Wardrobe To Equestria

The clone settled in on Derpy’s bed, looking around. It was her first time being alone since Vinyl had attached herself to her. She lay down on the bed, hugging the covers, as if they were her own,

letting her head hang off the side of the bed.

She spotted a photo album underneath the bed. She peered closer, causing her whole body to fall off the bed, her head colliding with the floor first.

“Ow..” she said as she righted herself, rubbing the soon to be bruise on her head.

She crouched down low, and crawled under the bed, her hooves dragging out the dust entrapped album. Brushing off most of the dust bunnies, she carefully opened the photo album, and looking at the yellowed, dog eared pages inside, the clone’s heart nearly lurched.

Inside were beautiful black and white pictures of Derpy as a little filly. As a clone, she never experienced any of this, unlike the original Derpy.

Seeing all the treasured memories, probably lost one fateful night, when it slipped down and stayed under her bed since.

Her first words were apparently “Muffeens!” Her first bike ride… Her first injury…Her first trip to the hospital…and her first cast.

The clone, seeing herself as a filly, though she knew she was just a copy of the original Derpy, she felt searing emotion, and a passion to keep this musty book of memories safe.

She placed the book on the desk, where it belonged.

Then, a knock disrupted her thoughts.

The clone froze. “Come in” she said.

Vinyl poked her head in. “I made dinner for you!” she grinned. “Come down and try it!” she reached out and grabbed her hoof, and dragged her into the hallway, and down to the dining room.

“I’ve managed not to burn everything this time!” she looked proudly at the dining table, where 3 dishes of delicious smelling food seemed to lull the clone’s empty stomach.

The clone thought back to what the original had said to her.

“Vinyl Scratch, the blue maned unicorn pony will be there, a stupid and annoying pony if I’ve ever met one.” she had said. “Take the first day to get used to everything. Then tomorrow I will show myself, causing confusion in the whole of the household.”

Then the clone thought back to the pictures in the photo album back in the room.

“The pony in the pictures seem so different than the one I saw yesterday.” She thought.

Then, with her stomach growling, she shrugged, and sat down to eat.

Meanwhile, back in the TARDIS maintenance room, the Doctor was watching the human world, trying to pinpoint where exactly these careless humans were, and what they were doing, so he could find the right time to go in and stop them.

“Silly.. fate-changing humans won’t stop moving around…” he muttered to himself, typing in another possible set of coordinates.” 14…23…”

“Doctor..” said a voice from behind him.

“What do you want, Vinyl?” replied the Doctor. He saw the reflection of the blue mane in one of his computer monitors. “I’m obviously not busy!” he said, sarcastically. “Go away.”

“I made dinner.” she said anyway. “Come down to eat with us. You know she doesn’t like to start dinner without you. And she’s starving.”

She nudged the agitated Doctor, encouraging him to take a break.

‘Fine.” mumbled Whooves, about to get up from his seat.

But the computer made a beeping sound, and the monitors started flashing red. The Doctor sat right back down. “Jolly good! I’ve found them!”

Vinyl swilled the chair he was sitting on to face her.

“DINNER. NOW.” she said. “Get up from this chair and go have a break. Now that the computer has locked on to their location, it won’t lose them again.”

Doctor turned around, looking longingly at the computer screen. But Vinyl had already given up, and jerked him off the chair, proceeding to drag him down the stairs to the dining room.

“NICK!” I yelled, as I crashed into the café, bursting to tell him that me and Haz had stalked his girlfriend’s background.

Haz was at work, so he wouldn’t be here to see Nick’s reaction with me.

“Tracy’s an heiress to a gold empire!”

Nick’s looked at me, startled.

“Mel!” he said, in a hushed tone. “Keep it down, please.”

He looked so anxious, I decided to pull up a chair, and wait for him to explain what was up.

“Alright…” he started. “You got me, Tracy’s not exactly… a normal girlfriend.”

“I knew that.” I said, with a smile.

Nick laughed. “I mean,  it’s not like we had some lovey dovey backstory as to how we met..” he continued. “I was hired by her father’s company as an accountant. Then… something happened, I sorta may have saved Tracy’s father’s life.”

“YOU SAVED HIS-“ I shrieked. But before I finished, he shushed me.

“Yes. It was purely incidental. But I got in his good graces.” He said, modestly. “So, one day, he promoted me.”

“To?” I asked. This was getting better and better.

“He promoted me to be Tracy’s bodyguard. But he wanted me to do it in secret. So he asked me to use the ‘boyfriend’ thing as a cover, so nobody would ask why.” he whispered, his voice getting softer and softer.

“Not even Tracy herself knows. And to make it official, in my contract, I have to marry her in 2 years time, so it make it seem real as possible, and so that I can stay on being her bodyguard until I’m dead.”

I gasped.

Flabbergasted, I opened my mouth, but no words came out.

Nick was going to have a practically arranged marriage.

“Why would you agree to that?!” I shouted, furious. “What if you met your real true love, and  you were tied down by a contract that stated your practically arranged marriage!”

“Practically. It's not a real marriage, its just for show. besides, you should see my paycheck, Mel.” he said. “I couldn’t just simply turn it down.”

“Bu..but..” I stammered. “Tracy’s a… she’s just..”

The thought of Nick and Tracy as a couple tickled her, but the thought of them together in holy matrimony... it didn’t exactly leave her in stitches.

“It’s either this or working at McDonalds.” he said. “I didn’t exactly have much of a choice then, and I don’t, not even now.”

“Just screw the job!” I shouted at him. “What about kids? Didn’t you tell me long ago, you were going to have a daughter and a son? You said you’d name your daughter after me…”

“That was then,” he replied. “This is now. A paying job is better than a wife and kids.”

“That’s horrible.” I said.

Nick sighed. “It’s life, Mel.” he said, his tone sounding unsettled. “Not everyone has it good like you. A normal job, lots of friends, a good pay, and a home to live in.”

I gasped once more as it dawned on me. “Nick… you don’t have a place to live in?” I sputtered. “You’ve been living with Tracy?”

“I’ve been jobless for years, Mel. I’m just.. fortunate.” he said. “I was a janitor in Mr. Heron’s company.”

“I…Nick.. I didn’t know..” I muttered. “We’re friends now, though… I can help you, if you quit this ridiculous job, you can stay at my place..and…”

“That’s also why I wanted to talk to you, Mel.” He said, coldly. “We can’t be friends anymore.”