Doctor Who: Equestrian Chronicles Series 1

"Tenza?" Twilight gaped, "Are you saying that Pinkie isn't pony?"

"Exactly," the Doctor replied.

"But how can she not be a pony?" Twilight couldn't understand, "I know that she can be a little crazy, but I ran tests on her when I tried to figure out her Pinkie Sense, and she is defiantely equine!"

"You see, the Tenza's are born in space, and find host families to take care of them. They come equipped with biological perception filters to wipe out inconsistencies of their lives out of their family's memory. When the Tenza feels frightened about something, they can use their powers to remove it. In this case, it's Pinkie's laughing song. That's an interesting thought. People say that laughter is the best medicine. So in this case it's true! Anyway…"

He was interrupted be a gasp.

"I…I'm not equine?"

The two tuned to see that the pink pony they were talking about.

"No!" Twilight denied, "Don't listen to him! He's insane!"

"You're lying!" Pinkie was suddenly angry, "I always knew that I was a freak! That something was wrong with me!"

When Pinkie spoke those words, the colors of her fur started to darken, and her mane deflated.

She then ran off, through Ponyville's market place, brushing off the cheering ponies that had miraculously survived the Shadows.

"Hey! Watch it!" a dark red pegasus growled as Pinkie bumped into him,

Shut up!" Pinkie snapped back, all cheerful tones in her voice gone.

"Well, why don't you make me?" the Pegasus sneered.

"Ha, HA, HA"

At the last 'ha', the pegasus began changing. His dark red coat suddenly changed to white, and his body started becoming rectangular.

"No! No! NOOoooo!" the pegasus' screams became muffled as he formed into a pillow-like creature.

The ponies around him gasped and backed away.

"No! Please!" Pinkie pleaded, "Come back!"

Despite these pleas, the ponies started to panic. They ran around in fear that they would also get converted into some obscure inanimate object. They became half pony, and partially transformed. The converted ponies had cold, blank stares, which seemed to look into nothingness. They wore disturbing, skeleton-like grins on their faces. The body was shaped in the way of a diamond dog's. The fore legs were bulky and the hind legs looked strong and agile, perfect for running and catching victims.

The pillow, as Pinkie started crying, got up, and touched another pony. Upon the touch, the pony's coat became metallic, and shrunk, until transforming into what appeared to be a bucket of turnips.

There was chaos. Objects were jumping about, transforming everything in their way.

Its not fair, Pinkie thought to herself, Why can't they just stay still and be friends?

She looked down and started crying.

But she remembered.

When she created Rocky and the others, they had been her friends. Would these things be her friends as well?

"Hello, Monsieur Pillow!" Pinkie greeted cheerfully, while giving and eye twitch, " Would you like to have a party?"

"Oui! J'adore les fetes!" the pillow replied.

"Yes! I love parties! We should have one right now!" Pinkie's eye began to twitch some more. "We should invite everypony in Ponyville!"

"Run, everypony, RUN!" a panicked pony screamed.

"Oh, no you don't!" Pinkie shouted demonically.

With a stomp of a hoof, four walls shoot up from the ground, caging Ponyville.

"We're going to party, forever, and ever, and ever!" Pinkie laughed a crazed laugh.

"Doctor, what are we going to do?," Twilight asked nervously.

"What I always do." He smiled. "Try to save the world."

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"Alright, Twilight!" the Doctor grinned. "You got a plan?"

"Me?!" Twilight demanded, frustrated, "You're the Time Lord!"

"That's just a name, it doesn't mean I know what I'm doing," he explained, "So, the powers of Tenzas tend to be powered by their fear. SO! What does Pinkie fear?

"She isn't scared of anything really," Twilight thought audibly, "When she is, she just-"

"Giggles at the ghostie," he smiled, "That would explain why she laughed at the ponies, turning them to obscure items. Did you noticed how this all had happened after discovering that Pinkie is a Tenza. She became darker, and her mane got all flatty. Not sure if that's a word. Yes it is. No its not."

"So, now what do we do?" Twilight asked impatiently.

"First, we run. Run, run, run, run, and run. Then need to know more about Pinkie's background. That way I can find out why she's freaking out like that. C, I save Ponyville and everyone in it, and we can have a great big party! Maybe we can get some fezzes, because fezzes are cool. I hope you're getting this down."

"So where to now?"

"Off to the TARDIS!" the Doctor answered

"B…but that's all the way across town!" she protested

"Looks like we've got a lot of running to do, then! ALSO, don't let them touch you, unless you wish to get turned into one of those things."

Despite his randomness, and the danger they were in, Twilight couldn't help but smile as she ran long with that mad pony.

The two ponies ran, until stopping at a construction zone for breath. The construction zone had nothing but the skeleton of the building, and a few cranes filled with supplies.

"Look's like a good enough place to take a pit stop as any," the Doctor informed, without any sign of exhaustion on his face.

"Aren't, pant, you, gasp, the least bit, pant, tired?"

"Two hearts. Count 'em. This is just a light jog for me"

Catching her breath, Twilight stepped forward.

"Are you sure it's safe?" She asked worriedly.

"Of course it's safe, why wouldn't it be safe?" he responded.

Party party party

"Well, well, well, look who it is," the Doctor greeted, "The Servants of Pinkie. Servants of Pink? How about the Pink Servants? OOO, I've got it! Pinkantians! Twilight, from now on, call this guys Pinkantians. So what brings you here?"

Party party party

"A party, huh, well, sorry to disappoint you, but, I have a lot to do. Like run for my life. And besides, aren't you busy with that lumber?"

The Doctor lifted his foreleg, and pointed his sonic screwdriver at the cranes above. The sonic vibrations tampered with the inner workings of the cranes, causing them to drop their supplies…

...Right on top of the Pinkantians.

"Ooo, that'll leave a mark," he winced before turning his head back to Twilight, "Alright, Twilight. Times a wasting! Now, RUN!"

Twilight groaned in fatigue as she mustered enough strength into her legs to run more. And off they ran, until they arrived at the Magical box.

"Good, now we're positively safe!" the Doctor said, beaming at the TARDIS interior.

"Are you sure?" Twilight questioned, "Because that's what you said before, and those things attacked us!"

"Number One, they're called Pinkantians. At least I think they should be. B;… wait, no,… Two, I lied to make you feel better."

"What!"

"Yep!" he replied cheerfully, "That's rule number one of traveling with me! The Doctor lies. However, the lies are usually bigger than that. You should get used to them if you want to travel with me."

"And what makes you think I want to travel with you?" she protested.

"I dunno," he said, while grinning his childish smile, "that's your decision."

Twilight frowned, and decided to take a more detailed look around the TARDIS. The walls were moss green, and covered with glowing yellow bulbs. The floor was a shade of dark yellow. The controls of the ship was a hexagonal structure, golden, with an assortment of switches, levers, and buttons. In the center of that, there was a tall, bright blue cylinder of glass, holding a large pillar within.

"So! Twilight, tell what you know about Pinkie's past." The Doctor asked.

"Well, she grew up on a rockfarm…" she began to tell him the story of how Pinkie lived. He listened intently, not missing a detail.

"-and then, because she said that she felt like a distraction, she moved to Ponyville. After tha-" Twilight was interrupted by the Doctor.

"That's all I needed to know, thanks," he hesitated before resuming, "Looks like what Pinkie wants most is to be needed, to make friends through the parties she organizes. When she heard that she isn't a pony, she thought that she would be hated and discriminated. That's why she went crazy. And she used her powers to turn the other ponies into animate inanimate objects, God knows why."

"And we just have to inform her that she's wanted, don't we?"

"I'm afraid it isn't that simple, Twilight. You see, the foundation of Pinkie's fears was created waaaay back, if I'm correct," he thought for a while, "Okeedokee, we're going to have to know what happened. Ready?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Oh, did I mention that this is a time machine?" the Doctor informed.

"Oh my Celestia! A real time machine!" Twilight gasped in a manner that would put Rarity to shame.

"Yeah, hence Time Lord," "So now what? How about fish and chips? See other planets? Or, my personal favorite, save some lives!"

He pulled some levers, and the column in the center of the TARDIS started twirling. And there was a noise.

Whooooosh, whoooooosh, whooooosh, thunk.

"Can I go out now? Can I? Can I? Can I?" Twilight acted like a foal in a candy store for a new learning experience.

"Come on, single file line! And stick around, you don't want to be stuck in the past, do you?" the Doctor warned.

"Now, let's see, where are we," he saw a sign and his eyes widened. "You're strange, you ponies. Why would you farm rocks?"

"Sssshhhh, there she is!" the Doctor turned his head where Twilight had pointed. He saw a young, pink filly with curly hair being berated by whom he guessed was her father.

"Now, Pinkie, we don't have the time or money to have parties everyday!" he firmly stated, "And you can't hid our rocks and replace them with candy! Construction ponies need those rocks for cement!"

"I'm sorry, papa," the filly sobbed, "it won't happen again."

"A silly, random pony, living in a dull, serious rockfarm," the Doctor whispered to Twilight, "I can see why she always wants to make peo- ponies smile. Let's go."

"Where are we going?"

"We're going to do some rock inspection!"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"I want to know the story from Pinkie's point of view," he explained, "So let's pay the Pies a little visit shall we?"

"Hi, hello, so sorry to bother you," the Doctor pulled out a black wallet out from his pocket, "I'm, uuhhh, oh yeah, my name is Doctor Hooves, from the health and safety department of the Architectural Companies. This is, uh, Moonlight, my assistant."

"Oh, hello. My name's Clyde Pie. I'm very sorry, but we weren't expecting an inspection, so I'm afraid that the farm is in a bit of a disarray" the tan coated earth pony apologized.

"Oh, no problem at all," the Doctor responded, "I'm just stopping by, maybe have a chat with the kids."

"Yes, sir," the tan pony gave a small nod, "I'll leave you to your business."

"Alright, Twi-Moonlight, times a wasting!"

And off he ran, excited by the thrill in the air, acting like a foal in a candy store.

"Doctor? What are you doing?" Twilight asked, while the Doctor carried a strange device that beeped and had a satellite dish on the side, spinning around.

"This is my psychic-detector," he describe, "It detects… psychic… stuff."

"Where were you holding that?"

"My pockets"

Ding, ding, ding.

"The detector detected something!" his eyes light up, "Let's go! This way!"

"So how does this thing work?"

"You ask a lot of questions, don't you?" the Doctor raised an eyebrow, "Anyway, Tenza's have a large quantity of psychic powers. The detector looks for the epicenter of the range of the power."

"But I don't underst-"
BEEP BEEP BEEP

"IT DETECTED SOMETHING!" he hollered "THIS-A-WAY!"

They ran across the farm, until bumping into a pink filly.

"Hi!" she greeted "I'm Pinkamena Diane Pie!"

Hello, I'm the Doctor, I'm here to ask you a few questions," the Doctor began, "And what's that little contraption you have there?"

"It's my party blaster!" she replied, "I never leave home without it!"

"Party blaster? I think party cannon sounds much better, don't you?" Twilight suggested.

"Oh my gosh! That does sound better!" Pinkie was hopping up and down in excitement (as usual).

"So, Pinkamena, what's the purpose of this party cannon?"

"I store all of my party supplies in it, so I can shoot out parties whenever I want!"

"And why do you need a party cannon in the first place?"

"Because I LOVE parties!" she said gleefully.

"But why do you love parties? Why are you doing this?"

"Because…"

"Is it because you want purpose? Because you feel useless in this boring environment? Because you want to make this place smile?"

"Well, yes," Pinkie's voice became noticeably sadder and slower.

"Thank you! That's all I needed to know! Also, your name, don't you think Pinkie Pie sounds better than Pinkamena?'

"OOO! Good idea! Thanks!" every bit of energy returned to herself.

"Where are we going now?" Twilight asked while the two walked off to the TARDIS.

"We're going BACK to the Future!" there was a short awkward silence before he explained his joke, "That's a movie from where I'm from."

"Yeah, I don't think now is the best time to make references to popular culture." Twilight huffed.

"Oh, aren't you Ms Grumpy McGrumps Jr. from Grump town, Grump land today. Anyway, come on!"

Whooooosh, whoooooosh, whooooosh, thunk.

Squeak

"HEY!" the Doctor roared, "CLYDE! GET OUT HERE!"

The window of the barn opened up, revealing Clyde's older self.

"What? Who's there? I may be old, but I got one heck of a throwing arm!" he roared.

"Hello, Clyde!" the Doctor greeted neighborly. "Haven't aged a day! You've aged a LOT of days."

"Eh? Who the hay are yah!"

"It's me, Doctor Smith! What's that Twilight? Oh, yes, Doctor Hooves! That's my name!" he loudly hollered back before being whacked by Twilight's fore-hoof.

"He's awake!" Twilight found herself yelling as well, "He can hear you JUST FINE!!"

Nopony made a noise. Both stallions were too scared of the raging unicorn. Finally, the Doctor broke the silence.

"Ahem, yeah, anyway," the Doctor began, "I'm that inspector you met a few years back, remember?"

"Wha-, that was nearly 10 years ago!"

"Yeaaahh, I lost track of time," the Doctor apologized, "Good news! Your inspection passed with flying colors! Bad news, there's something wrong with Ponyville. It's about Pinkie."

"Pinkie? What do you mean?" Clyde's eyes narrowed in suspicion.

"Oh, now the squinty eyes of suspicion," the Doctor became inquisitive, "Have you gone through any 'weird' experience with Pinkie?"

"N-no, wh-why do y-you ask?" Clyde stuttered, as his stern face became nervous and worried.

"Because I've seen something like this before. And I can help you with Pinkie."

"And why should I listen to you?"

"Trust me. I'm the Doctor"

"It's- b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-igg-bigg-er i-in th-the-"

"Alright, I'll just set the coordinates to Ponyville," the Doctor was flipping and spinning controls in the TARDIS.

"b-bbi-bi-gg-bigger in th-th-th-"

"Umm, Doctor?" Twilight poked the brown stallion hard enough to stop his ramblings to himself, "I think that Clyde's mind was just broken."

"Hmm? Oh, that happens a lot," he replied, not seeming to be surprised at Clyde's near mental breakdown.

The Doctor trotted over to the farm pony and whacked him on the forehead. Clyde blinked and returned to reality.

"Inside! Sorry, I was somewhere else," he looked around the box, "This is amazing!"

"I know," the Doctor ran back to the TARDIS controls, "So if I pull the wibbly lever…"
Whooooosh, whoooooosh, whooooosh, thunk.

"Oh, Celestia!" Clyde's jaw dropped to the floor. "Where are we?"

The town was in ruins. Four walls were put around the village to trap any pony that tried to escape. The houses and the background became wallpaper on the four separate walls. The only thing inside of the entire place was a long dinner table. The plates on the tables were filled with cakes and crisps.

"What a wonderful party!" Pinkie declared. The Pinkantian next to her grunted in agreement.

"Well, look at that!" the Doctor became impressed, "Look at that! That is amazing!"

"Why would she do this?" Twilight pondered

"Tenzas need to protect themselves. They do this using their psychic powers to manipulate the world around them. Usually they just put their fear away, like little George. But this time, for some reason, she's interacts with them. Another thing, Tenzas are supposed to blend into their surroundings. She sticks out like sore, wait, no, ponies don't have thumbs…like something very noticeable! What happened?"

"What nonsense are you two spouting out?" Clyde interrupted. "What do you mean Pinkie did this? It was never this drastic!"

All eyes turned on the old farmpony. He quickly realized of what he said.

"So you have witnessed something like this before?"

"Yes," Clyde admitted, "There are thing's I've noticed about Pinkamena before. Nothing bad has ever happened to us since she was born. For instance, one day, the burglar alarm went off, and then we heard shouting in Pinkie's room, and then there was laughter. When Sue and I reached her room, we found her having a tea party with a sack of flour. Or the time there was an inspector. He threatened to shut down our business because he found our rocks to be too weak to be useful. When he left, Pinkie laughed, and we never heard from him again."

"Don't worry, Clyde, there's a simple answer to all of this," the Doctor assured.

"Oh yeah," Clyde retorted, "What's that?"

"She's an alien,"

"What! Are you sure that you're a doctor?"

"Tenza? What the buck are you talking about?"

"Trust me. Just nod when he stops for breath."

The Doctor rolled his eyes in annoyance, before resuming his explanation.

"The tenza children come to a foster family if they want something in their lives that the tenza can bring them." He stopped in brief thought, "So why did she come to you?"

"Well," Clyde explained, "Life on a rock farm is very dull and depressing, so we desperately needed somepony to brightened up our lives. It was a miracle when Pinkie was born. Life became 20% brighter."

"Really? So life became happier the instant Pinkie was born?"

"That's right. Its like she had some aura of cheer around her."

"Hmmm," the Doctor tapped his chin with his hoof, "But Pinkie apparently was just as dull and depressed as you were, until about 5 or 6 years of age."

"Yes… wait, that doesn't fit,"

"Uh huh," the Doctor smiled in realization, "Nothing about her history probably makes sense to you. What are some of your earliest memories of Pinkie?"

"She would skate every winter, ever since she was little," Clyde thought aloud, "But that doesn't add up! Pinkie never skated until she was 10!"

"The psychic field must have became messed up in the sonic rainboom incident Twilight told me about!" the Doctor slapped his forehead, "It's so obvious now! Ooo, I'm so thick," He proceeded to smack himself some more.

"That explains it! Why Pinkie stands out so much!"

"But what do we do now?"

"We have to get to Pinkie. Which will be easy, because there's a whole army of Pinkantians coming towards us."

Partypartyparty

"Oh, it's you again! Isn't this just wonderful!" the Doctor clapped his hooves in sarcastic joy.

"Can we hold them off?" Twilight asked.

"I don't think so," the Doctor's eyes right and left, looking for an escape route, "You don't have any giant safety scissors on you, do you? No? Blast."

The circle of Pinkantians closed in on them, tighter and tighter. Pinkie walked up to the three, trapped ponies.

"Well well well!" Pinkie greeted cheerfully, "What took ya'll so long? We waited foreeverr for you! And now that you're here, it's time for a neverending party!"

"Pinkie, no! Don't do this!"

"Never ending party! Never ending party!"

"Please, Pinkie! Stop!" Clyde pleaded.

The sound of her father's voice caused Pinkie to pause.

"Look, honey, I know that I was mad at you for never being serious back at the farm, but the truth is, we need you! I need you! And when you left for Ponyville, it was the saddest day of my life," he sighed, "It was you that made living in the rock farm happy, even if you are a tenzite…"

"Tenza," the Doctor corrected, before getting another whack from Twilight.

"Whatever, even if you are a tenza, I will always love you. No matter how silly you would act, I couldn't ask for a better daughter."

Pinkie's eyes began to water. The psychic powers she had used to convert Ponyville into a dining room began to weaken its grip. The walls disintegrated and the buildings back into place. The Pinkantians seemed to melt and reform to their original pony bodies. The giant dinner table in the middle of Ponyville disappeared.

And in the epicenter of the return of normal Ponyville, sat a crying pink pony.

"There, there, Pinkie," Clyde comforted, "Don't cry."

"I'm sorry daddy," Pinkie sobbed.

"Come on," Twilight ordered, "I think that Pinkie and Clyde need some time togeth…"

"ALRIGHT!! I'M OVER IT" Pinkie loudly informed, "how about a 'Sorry I transformed everypony into a hideous monster and try to take over Ponyville, and thanks for bringing my pop back, Doctor party!"

Though a bit unsettled at first, the ponies of Ponyville accepted Pinkie's request of a party.

"Oh, you ponies! Such a remarkable race! No fingers or thumbs, do thumbs count as fingers? Anyway, you still manage to hold things and build houses!" the Doctor chatted "And don't even get me started on telekinesis, teleportation, transformation, and whatever else you guys can do!"

"I guess we are kind of remarkable to a an alien traveler. "

"Anyway, Twilight, my offer still stands. How about traveling with me?"

"So, see be able to the stars, everywhen, everywhere. To see the end and the beginning, and come home in time for tea," Twilight smiled, "How could I refuse?"

"Good!" he grinned back, "Because there's a little level 5 civilized planet that constantly needs saving I'd like to bring you to."

"Hmmm, just one minute."

Twilight trotted to her bedroom, scanning the area until she found the book. The book that lead her to the Doctor. A field guide to creatures and demons, stretched throughout the galaxy. But how did she come across it.

And then her eyes fell to the card that had directed her the Vashta Nerada. Go to page 34, it read. Twilight narrowed her eyes into slits upon reading it a second time. It looked suspiciously like… her hornwriting!

Could it be? Could the pony who sent the book really be her.

Time travel must be confusing work, she reasoned in her head.

"Twilight! Come on! Are you ready yet? I want to bring you to one of my favorite planets!"

"Ready, Doctor"

"Okeedokee, press a few buttons, pull some levers," he muttered to himself before completely activating the TARDIS.

Whoooooosh, whoooooosh, whoooooosh

"We made it!" the Doctor happily exclaimed, opening the door, "We're in…" he paused in confusion

"Earth?"