Doctor Whooves: A Retelling

by Dashie1969

Rating: teen
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dinky Hooves, Adventure, Derpy Hooves, Sex, King Sombra, Tragedy, Alternate Universe, Doctor Whooves
Length: 1817

This story takes place shortly after the eighth Doctor leaves. It is meant to fill the gap between the end of the Time War and the beginning of the Christopher Eccleston episodes. It doesn't count the original Dr. Whooves animations as cannon.

This story takes place shortly after the eighth Doctor leaves. It is meant to fill the gap between the end of the Time War and the beginning of the Christopher Eccleston episodes. It doesn't count the original Dr. Whooves animations as cannon.

The Doctor finds himself in a stange new universe after the events of the time war send hum hurling through the time vortex and into the horrific uncharted territories known as "The Fabric". It is a place known of only by the Time Lords, and is an area that is considered to be one of the most inhospitable and horrifying places that any being could be in, second only to the Void. it is an extension of the void, and it can, if successfully navigated, take one to new and unexplored unverses. The Doctor knows there's know going back. So what else can he do but attempt to navigate his way through The Fabric?

Published 2013-06-13 09:10:02 UTC
Last updated 2013-06-13 09:10:02 UTC

Prologue

It was a dark and terrible day for The Doctor. He had done what he had sworn to never do. He had gone to war, and he had killed. But that's not all. Te destruction of two great and powerful races, the end of both the Time Lords of Gallifrey and the Daleks. The last great Time War had come to a close, and after years of fighting, both sides had been destroyed at the hand of a man whose name meant healer. The Doctor had sworn never to do such a thing long before the time war. He knew it was necessary, but still it was wrong. He recalled his last words to the Shadow Architect as he sat in his TARDIS and watched as the ruins of his world smouldered below him.

"Under protocol nine two seven seven six of the Shadow Proclamation, I, The Doctor, TIme Lord of Gallifrey, do state to the best of my knowledge that the destruction of the Kasterborous Constellation, home of Gallifrey, a level nine planet, population eight trillion plus, must be destroyed entirely in order to protect the best interests of the universe at large,"

"Then you may proceed, Doctor. You will recieve no further assistance from the Shadow Proclamation. You will carry out the act yourself,"

And that's when he did it. All he had to do was flip a lever, and he would extinguish eight trillion lives in the blink of an eye, every one of them willing to die if it meant that the Daleks' insane conquest was ended. And so he did it. He killed every lest living Time Lord in existance. He flipped the lever. Circular Gallifreyan symbols flashed red in front of him, and he ran to the TARDIS to see his world burn from a brighter view. This time, the Doctor truly was alone. He had always hated alone. It was such a sad, sad word. It was horrible when you really think about it, being alone. Many of the Old High Gallifreyan scripts said that the void was so terrible because it was the loneliest place in all of time.

The Doctor was snapped back to reality as he was smashed against the TARDIS' contol unit by the pressure of a massive explosion. The entire TARDIS rocked. Alarms whizzed and whirred, and buttons flashed and Gallifreyan glyphs flared an angry red. The TARDIS wasn't in control anymore. The Doctor had flipped levers upon his falling, causing the TARDIS to enter the time vortex. He spun rapidly out of control, disoriented and slowly losing strength as the sadness ate into him. He stood, trying to put the TARDIS back into space rather than time. Suddenly, the jostling and jolting stopped. Alarms still screamed frantically, and symbols still jumped around and flashed red, but there was no movement. The Doctor opened the TARDIS doors, peering outside into nothing.

Absolutely nothing. No starlight, no planets, no gas clouds. Nothing.

"No... No, no NO!" It can't be, that can't have happened!" He shouted, smacking his hands onto the control unit. He began frantically flipping levers as the TARDIS doors closed on their own. He smacked buttons and flipped switches until eventually he felt turbulance once again. He opened the TARDIS doors once more and saw that he was back in the atmosphere of a familiar planet.

"That can't be... No, it's... It's Earth... But it can't be, that's impossible...," The Doctor thought carefully, scratching his chin as he came ever closer to the ground. Suddenly realizing what was happening, he shut the doors and grabbed hold of the nearest handrail. He hurtled toward a foreign earth at hundreds of miles per hour, finding himself in a new and strange universe. He slammed into the back wall of the TARDIS as the impact with the ground set the entire ship into lock-up. THe controls all froze up, the glyphs stopped flashing, and the alarms stopped screaming. Smoke filled the control room as the Doctor slammed into thick alloy wires, electricity shooting through his body and stopping his right heart. He screamed in pain, the shock overwhelming. He crawled for the control unit to assess the damage, but couldn't go any more than a few feet. He felt energy building up inside him, his body beginning to go numb. His vision darkened, and death began to embrace him.

"Please... he begged to nobody in particular, "Please, I... I don't want to go yet... There... There.. There's still so mu.. so much I need to fix... I need to-" He was cut off as golden light flowed from out of his pores, pain engulfing his body. He felt strange, horrifying mutations take place. Hair sprouted from every inch of his body, and he became shorter. His face extended slightly, and his bones changed shape. The agonizing process ended, leaving the Doctor feeling better than ever. Still two heartbeats, and all of his organs were there. He stood to look in a mirror, when he notice the peculier way he was walking. He couldn't put his finger on it, but he knew that something was very wrong. He looked into the mirror on his TARDIS's control unit, and stared in shock. His jaw dropped.

"What in the bloody hell am I!?" He shouted, jumping back from the mirror. Suddenly, from outside, he heard a high pitched and giggling voice respond through the open TARDIS doors.

"You're a pony, silly! What are you doing in there?"

"Ah! Who are you? Where am I? Isn't this Earth? Better yet, do you have any English muffins? I have a very, very sudden craving for some odd reason," The Doctor babbled on in a confused state until he realized what the voice was coming from.

"Er... Are you, uhm... Are you a horse?" he sputtered, becoming more and more baffled by the second.

"Well... Actually, I'm a pony. I thought pretty much everypony was, except for the tall ones from Saddle Arabia. I've heard people call them horses," She said, slightly taken aback by the Doctor's seeming stupidity.

"Everypony? Saddle Arabia? That's brilliant! I should say that more often... Brilliant, now, do you know where I can find an English Muffin?" The Doctor continued to babble on about English muffins as the oblivious pony stood outside the TARDIS, waiting politely for him to finish.

Author's Note

Give me mah feedbacks. Also, I feel like a Pinkie Pie/Clara Oswald reference has to be made, sing she's my "impossible filly", right?

Chapter 1

"So.. Erm... Miss Derpy... What exactly were you doing back there in that dreadful forest?" The Doctor said through a mouthful of English Muffin. The pony who had found him, who he had taken to calling Miss Derpy, rather than her actual name had guided him out of the forest and showed him some of this new "Earth"'s features. It appeared to him that ponies had assumed the role of humans in this particular universe, and that the world was entirely dependant on the ponies.

"Well, I'm the mail pony. I was delivering some mail for Zecora, and all of a sudden your big blue boxy thingy fell out of the sky. And then, when a big golden light came out of it, I went inside to see if you were OK," Derpy explained as she walked back to her house with the Doctor.

"First of all, it's a TARDIS. Time And Relative Dimensions In Space, and it-"

"Time and relative dimentia in space? That doesn't make any sense, silly!" derpy scolded playfully, giggling every now and then.

"No, no, dimenseion. Like... Like the way there are three possible measurements to that muffin, hight width and depth. That means that it exists in three simultaneous dimensions, plus one of you count time. If it had only two possible measurements, it would exist in two simultaneous dimensions plus one and so on. The TARDIS actually exists in seven different dimensions on the inside and three on the outside, allowing for more matter to be stored on the insid-"

"You're not making any sense, Doctor. Are you alright after crashing so badly in that blue boxy thingy?" Derpy inquired, seemingly oblivious to anything the Doctor had explained. The Doctor let out a sigh of defeat, and continued to walk alongside the strange, wall-eyed pony. She clearly isn't going to be very much help to you, Doctor... Why are you still following her..? he thought to himself as he walked. But he kept following the stranger who had found him, for reasons that even he didn't see.

***

When the Doctor and Derpy arrived at her small living quarters, a small pony, presumably ony abpen the out eight years old in human years opened the door. The Doctor stared in awe at the tiny creature, who had just used her horn to open the door without touching it.

"Absolutely brilliant!" The Doctor shouted, rushing toward the filly and patting her head with his hoof, "Why didn't you tell me about the telekinesis? Is that how we pick things up?" The Doctor excitedly felt around for a horn on his forehead, but found nothing. He quickly turned to examine the filly once more, who giggled as he poked and prodded at her.

"Uhm... What are you doing to Dinky, Doctor?" asked derpy, very clearly confused. She cocked her head to the side and watched as the Doctor thought.

"...The horn must be a focusing device then for the releasing energy, meaning.. Damn! Anybody who doesn't have a horn can't use the telekinesis..." he rambled on about how he needed to find out how this and that happened and some more about picking things up, while Derpy took her daughter back inside. The Doctor unconsciously followed her in, closing the door behind him and continuing to ramble on. He followed derpy into a kitchen, where he discovered a refrigerator filled with muffins and fresh vegetables, and an average looking, if not brightly coloured kitchen complete with an oven for baking. Derpy simply stared as he sifted through cabinets and drawers, picking out forks and bowls and bits of plastic. He ran a strange silver device with a glowing blue tip over the oven, where it gave a faint whirring noise. She stared in awe of the new pony, who seemed so bold compared to her. She admired him, although she had only just met him less than an hour ago. And although he denied it, the Doctor knew somewhere deep inside that he felt the same about her.

Author's Note

This one probably isn't as good as the prologue because I don't have alcohol in me.

It's shorter because it's mainly to bridge the gap between the action, which is where I really get to be a good writer. You can be sure the next chapter will be longer!