Doctor Whooves in Bad Fur Day

"Whoa what's all this then." Whooves looked around and saw giant iron boxes. He approached one of the boxes that had a larger pink one on top. "I say, I say, little pony. You better get this fat-ass bitch off of my back pronto."

"So many people want me to solve their problems, what's in it for me."

"I'll tell ya what I'm gonna do, you get rid of that mouse critter..." this was interrupted by a burp from the mouse. "And maybe I'll help you out, just maybe." he paused before saying, "Just one more thing, I say just one more thing. You might run into Burt, my friend. Just mention my name, Jack and it will be just dandy."

After talking with Jack, Whooves left by going left. "Oh boy, those boxes want to kill me." After narrowly avoiding getting flattened, he came across another iron box near a gate with cheese running around inside. "You must be Burt." Whooves said.

"I'm Burt." he said in a rather stupid sounding accent.

"Jack sent me."

"I'll open the gate for you here, and you can get on with whatever your trying to do." The gate swung open and the cheese inside got scared.

"That's all you do? Great!" Whooves said disappointed. "That's it, mice like cheese.Its time to whack some cheese."

BOOM. "Gotcha."

'Now, to get this back to that mouse.' Whooves thought which was easier said then done as right when he started to make the return trip he was crushed by a bouncing box.

We next see Whooves in a dark area lit by flaming skulls.

"Whooves, Whooves, Whooves, yes you boy, your dead." came a dead voice that echoed against the walls, "You are dead. Dead as a dodo. Dead as a-" there was a squeal as a robed figure appeared holding a megaphone. He was a short humanoid figure made of bones. "I can't be arsed with this bloody, ridiculous contraption. Whose idea was this, anyway."

"Mine, I feel like not changing anything in this scene, other than it's a pony your talking to and some of your dialog. So Gregg quit your bitching and follow the script."

'Bloody author.'

"Right. Hello. My name is Gregg The Grim Reaper and don't laugh."

"Aren't you a little short to be a Grim Reaper?"

"Well how many Grim Reapers have you met before, mate? What am I suppose to look like?"

"Good point, well made."

Gregg had a scroll appear in front of him as he read down to Whooves.

"Now let's see. Ah, yes, Whooves. And- oh no."

"Problem?"

"Yes, Your Princesses, immortal bitches, made a deal with the powers that be (the bloody author). I'm just doing my job, I do what I'm told. I don't even get paid very much! Ponies can have as many lives as they think they can get away with."

"Oh, so I'm not dead!"

"Your dead, but not quite."

"So then, I'll be on my way."

"Just wait, smart arse. You don't get out that easy. Now you may not be dead, but that doesn't mean you can't die. You just have a few more shall we say... chances. Like cats, I hate those things. Distributed around this world are these manes. If you get them I'll give you an extra chance. Understand?"

"Sounds strange, but OK."

"Strange, best bloody deal your going to get, little prick. That's it, piss off. I've got some cats to see." with that Gregg left into the darkness ranting about hating cats.

Whooves just stood there, wondering 'What was that about an author?' Shaking this question off he trotted up to the mane and grabbed it with his mouth as it disintegrated.

A/N:
Sorry this is short but I have had this working out for a long time. Next will be longer, if I get to it in a few weeks. Hopefully there is more to come.