Of Time Lords and Toddlers
A fanfic by Inkdrop
CHAPTER 1
Dalek Kros looked down from the spacecraft at the planet below him, filled with vivid greens and blues, like something straight out of a dream.
And ours to conquest… he thought as he glanced at the clouds floating in the atmosphere. No, he reminded himself, our race gave up those ways after The Last Great Battle for Sol-3.
About 10 years before, The Doctor had finally cornered his greatest enemy, forcing them to either give up their genocidal beliefs, or be destroyed. While most Daleks would rather die than submit to an opponent, especially The Oncoming Storm himself, a few agreed to his conditions, and were granted a peaceful life on a new home world. Turning away from the spaceship’s window, Dalek Kros rolled to the control panel, glancing over the stats, when a light on the panel began flashing.
“TRANSMISSION INCOMING. THE SCANNERS CAN NOT IDENTIFY THE SENDER.”
“PUT IT ON THE SCREEN,” said the white Dalek piloting the ship.
Dalek Kros activated the visual feed, and a large screen came down from the ceiling. The screen was filled with static for a few minutes, before it cleared up to reveal a chestnut pony tapping at the camera. Both the Daleks stared at the screen for a few minutes, wondering both what the creature was, and how it could possibly have contacted them.
“WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS? EXPLAIN!”
“Don’t get your tentacles in a knot, it’s just me, the Doctor.”
The pony ducked his head out of sight of the camera, before returning with a sonic screwdriver in his mouth.
“See?” he said, although it was a little difficult to discern with his mouth full.
They both sat silently a minute or so, before the white Dalek spoke up.
“YOUR VOICEPRINT MATCHES THAT OF THE DOCTOR, AND WE RECOGNIZE YOUR SONIC DEVICE. BUT HOW DID YOU ATTAIN YOUR CURRENT FORM?”
“What? Oh, that. Yeah, for some reason, this planet seems inclined to turn all its inhabitants into equines. Anyway, this may sound strange, especially coming from me, but I kind of need a favor from you.”
“WHY US?” said the white Dalek. “WE HAVE ALWAYS BEEN SWORN ENEMIES OF EACH OTHER.”
“We WERE sworn enemies of each other. Besides, I’ve asked every other race in the galaxy, save the Cybermen, and they’ve all declined. And don’t forget, you lot still owe me after I saved you and your flagship from the undead mozzarella.”
“YOU MAKE A VALID POINT, DOCTOR”
“Great! So, anyways, as usual, I have to go save some species from imminent extinction, but I’ve got a little problem. I’m supposed be babysitting an acquaintances foal today.
“YOU? BABYSITTING? THE DESTROYER OF WORLDS…BABYSITTING?”
“Oh, don’t be like that, you know I had kids once myself. Kros, didn’t you say you were good with kids at some point?”
“WELL…UMM…” Dalek Kros did remember saying something along those lines. At the time, it had been unimportant that he had been lying.
“I’ll pay you 30 credits for it…”
30 credits? That’ll get me that new top hat I’ve been wanting… “VERY WELL, DOCTOR. WE HAVE A DEAL.”
Doctor Whooves grinned widely.
“Perfect! I’ll set up the teleport. I’ve got a disk with everything you’ll need back at the place I’m staying at. Brace yourself.”
As he finished his last thought, Doctor Whooves pulled a lever to his right, and said, “Allons-y!”
Before Dalek Kros could say anything, he was surrounded by a field of energy. The next moment, he could feel himself falling steadily downward.
WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
After several minutes of this, Dalek Kros impacted the ground. He noticed the interior of his armor darkening.
The impact must’ve damaged some of the electronics. I’ll have to remember to tell the Doctor to work on this teleportation device of his.
Some time afterwards, his armor came back online. From what he could gather, it was currently night on this part of the planet. Looking through his eyestalk, Dalek Kros saw a large tree that appeared to have been converted into some sort of dwelling. Glancing around the rest of the town, Dalek Kros saw a number of cottages, and a few creatures similar to The Doctor. Or at least, similar to what he looked like now. Elevating himself out of the crater he had formed, Kros rolled towards the entry of the tree, and attempted to knock.
***
Inside the tree-house, Twilight Sparkle was reading through some books on time travel, when she heard a knock at the door. Actually, it wasn’t quite a knock. It was more like someone had scraped their hooves against the door. Setting down the book she was working on, she trotted over to the door. She opened the door, and poked her head out.
“Hello, is there something I can-AAAH!!!”
Recoiling away from whatever was at the door, she slammed it shut, and ran to her desk for shelter. After several minutes behind her cover, Twilight began tossing around possibilities of what could possibly be at her door.
It looked kinda like a garbage can... but it was awfully big… I’m betting Rainbow and Pinkie are behind this. Yes, that must be it! Rainbow Dash and Pinkie Pie took some great big trash can, and painted it gold to try and scare me! I need to give them a piece of my mind!
Working up the courage to come out from behind her desk, she slowly crept to the door, and opened it a crack. She peeked out at the…thing… in her doorway. It hadn’t moved since she ran off. She watched it intently for several more minutes. It didn’t budge.
Okay, it’s inanimate, then. Now to track down those two pranksters.
Opening the door further, she took a long glance at the giant trash can-thingy, just to make sure it wasn’t set on moving. She glanced around the area, trying to find any sign of Pinkie and Dash. She then proceeded to poke through every bush within seeing distance, and began checking the clouds. Pinkie Pie wasn’t supposed to be able to fly, but then again, she wasn’t supposed to be able to… well, she wasn’t supposed to be capable of everything she did.
“Pinkie Pie? Rainbow Dash? This isn’t funny!”
Not hearing a reply, or even a stifled giggle, Twilight walked back to her house, glancing around for any sign of the pair. As she came to the giant trash can-thingy on her doorstep, she began looking it over.
Well, this is one decked out trash can. Definitely not something Dash or Pinkie could put together. I don’t think even Rarity could make something like this, especially not for the sake of a laugh.
She waved her hoof in front of the stick with the blue light, trying to garner a response.
***
Dalek Kros sat in the doorway as the purple equine waved its hoof in front of his eye.
What does this creature want? Why does it keep looking at me like that? It appears there’s no point waiting for it to mention the Doctor. I’ll have to ask it myself…
***
Twilight set her hoof down, looking into the stick with the blue light. What was this thing? There was something about it that just-
“IS THIS THE CURRENT LOCATION OF THE DOCTOR?”
“YAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!”
Twilight ran like a madpony for the safety of her desk, cowering behind a stack of books.
TALKING TRASH CAN! TALKING TRASH CAN!!!
“Who’s that? Has the pizza come yet?” said an accented voice from the basement.
“Huh, what? Oh, no, there’s just some… thing at the door. It said something about ‘The Doctor’, I guess he means you.”
“Coming! How do you creatures live with such slow delivery services?”
Doctor Whooves pranced up the stairs leading to the basement, and made his way to the door. He opened the door, revealing the mysterious talking trash can thingy, which still remained on the doorstep.
“Kros! Took you long enough. No need to sit there all day, come on in!”
Twilight just watched from behind her desk as her new visitor welcomed the massive trash can-thingy into the house. As far as Twilight knew, every other pony in Ponyville, except maybe Pinkie Pie, would have been startled by this newcomer, who towered over everypony but Big Macintosh & the princesses. So why did the Doctor seem so calm? In fact, he looked almost excited to see this…
Well, it’s obviously not a trash can. What do I call it?
“Right then! Twilight, remember all that stuff I said about time travel and aliens?”
Of course… Even if you hadn’t brought it all up just yesterday, that sort of rambling isn’t exactly forgettable… “Well, yes, but there just isn’t any evidence to back any of it up.”
“Have you forgotten about the giant bronze thing in your house?” said The Doctor, raising his eyebrows.
“Wait… you’re saying that this… thing that you let in just now is alien?”
“Yep! This here is Dalek Kros. He’ll take care of that foal I was supposed to be watching while we’re gone. Kros, you’ll find what you need on that table.” The Doctor gestured to the desk in the center of the room.
“Alright, now that your backup is here, what am I-“ Twilight paused. “Wait, did you just say we?”
“Yep! Allons-y!” said Doctor Whooves as he grabbed Twilight and rushed into the basement.
The two rushed down the stairs, and Dalek Kros heard a door in the basement slamming shut, followed by a familiar whoosh.
