Trapped in a Moment

Pinkie felt her panic flooding every sense of her mind and body as she stared after the stony stature that some how kept pace with them without any signs of actual movement.

“Who are you, what is that, why is it chasing us, I NEED CUPCAKES!”

“First,” Replied the stallion, who was still toting her by the hoof. “I'm the Doctor, second, that is called a weeping angel. Rather fascinating how it's adapted to this universe, considering that equines are the primary source of intelligent creatures in this layer of reality. Honestly, hot the Tardis slung me this far, I'll never know. It's chasing us because the residual energy of it transporting us back in time to the point that this point in time and history we expire, is it's food source, thus meaning it is chasing food, and that we are fast, well, not really fast, but faster than it, well faster while watching it, that is keeping eye contact with it, we technically count as fast food, haha, sorry, couldn't not resist, but still this is no laughing matter, shame on you for thinking such. And lastly, cupcakes do sound nice, can I get mine with tea?”

None of this made sense to the party pony, who somehow felt more terrified of this happy go lucky pony who was speaking like this was no more than a trot through the park, which is technically was, since they were going through a park, but it was more of a flat out gallop than a trot.

“What in Equestria is going on here?!” Pinkie gasped out, forgetting the no blinking rule, which was very hard to obey while galloping one way, while trying watching a non moving, yet moving, deadly object trying to eat you. She screamed as the stone pony appeared, hoof just a hairs breath away from her face.

“Hey, stony, catch!” A size-able rock soared over Pinkie's head and smacked the stature square in the face. Considering that the pony in question was stuck in mid stride, two hooves off the ground, the statue pitched sideways and thumped against the ground.

Pinkie felt a hoof take hers for the second time. “Come on. The Tardis isn't far now.”

And with that the stallion pulled out a mirror. Where he had a mirror, Pinkie would never know, nor would she ask because when you're galloping at break neck speed, watching a little hoof mirror to keep eye contact with a life residual eating statue, while making sure you didn't run face first into a tree, breaking said mirror and becoming 'fast food' as the strange Doctor jested, one doesn't think to ask where a simple mirror comes from.

“Okay, now, in we go!”

Pinkie looked up for a fraction of a second to see a large blue police box, the kind that might have been around when her Pa was a young colt. Unfortunately, that was a fraction of a second of lost eye contact with the strange chaser.

Pinkie felt herself being pulled along and thrown before the scream died on her lips, into the box and sat up, spinning round, to face the entrance to see her savior for the first time. It was strange, this seemingly ordinary brown stallion, with a dark brown, swept back mane and average tail, hourglass on his flank and sporting a white collar with tie, seemed so familiar, like she'd seen him so many times before, but just never quite realized he was there. He was staring down the raging stone beast, smiling as he spoke.

“No lunch today Stoney. We might not have met, but you know who I am. This mare is under my protection. This whole planet is in fact and if you know what's good for you, you'd better turn tail and run as fast as those stone legs can carry you. I'm the Doctor, and I will figure out what is going on here, and I will stop it. This is you're only warning. Leave now, or I will end you.”

Seconds ticked by, as the stallion's eyes bore into stone ones before he backed up, closing the blue door. Cheerily, he turned around and smiled.

“Now then! Introductions!”

Pinkie just stared at him, a loss for words. The fallen or weeping angel, or what ever it was called seemed to pound on the door outside.

“Oh come off it! You'll never get in here in a million years! So stop trying.” Then as an after thought, he chuckled to Pinkie, “I've had Cybermen, wait, would they be Cybermen? I suppose Cyberponies here. Ah well, Cyber'ponies' try to blast cut their way through that door.” He waved a hoof, shaking his face with a comical frown. “Not even a scratch.”

“Who ARE you?!” She just couldn’t help it. This stranger with a strange box that...that...She looked down and then all around.

The Doctor must gave a little bit of an embarrassed cough. “Ahh, just give it time it wi-”

Pinkie felt a smile come on. “Oooohhhhhhhhhh!” She squealed as she shot up, hair inflating, eye's twinkling, smiling so wide her face had to expand to make room for it. “Some OTHER pony who can do it!”

That caught the brown stallion off guard. “Do...What?”

But Pinkie wasn't paying attention. She was far to busy zipping around the large room with the strange metal tree like structures, prodding, pushing, ramming, spinning, pulling, plugging, and pawing  every button, lever or switch in the room and on the big strange console in the middle, all the while yelling things like 'what's that?' or 'this does what?' or 'Twilight's never going to believe this' and strangely enough 'Z is equivalent to the exponential of K minus four to the negative eighteenth of the night power of P'

“STOP!” Pinkie froze in place, about to hit a big red button. “Come here!” She walked curiously up to the Doctor, who was looking crossed, flustered, confused and irritated all at once which was quite a feet. “Sit.” Pinkie sat. “Now then. As I was-”

Pinkie's hoof shot into the air, as if she were a filly in school. “What's that button do?”

“That, that's just the Time Rupture Stabilizer, it-”

“That lever?”

“A Quantum Worm Warp Dri-”

“And that switch?”

“That switch?” The Doctor frowned. “That's...um...That is, uuhhh.” He sat back on his haunches, massaging his chin while looking thoughtfully at that switch. “I haven't the foggiest idea now that you mention it.”

Pinkie sighed, shaking her head. “And here I was, thinking you were smart.”

The stallion blinked. “Now wait just a mi-”

But Pinkie was already exploring more, eyes wide with fascination.

“Now, hang on!” The Doctor trotted up to her. “We seems that we skipped through the usual dialog that is suppose to be had at this point.”

“What point.”

“Well, THIS point.”

Pinkie cocked her head to the side. “This point? Like THIS this point?”

The brown stallion facehooved. “Yes. This this point.”

“I think you mean This this this point, because this this point has already passed.” Pinkie let out a giggle snort. “Silly Doctor. Keep up with the story.”

“Story? What story?”

“This story.” She looks at you and winks. “We all know how boring the same old talk of the 'it's bigger on the inside than it is on the outside' talk is, and how it's some kind of space and time relativity field make it so. Since I know that, why bore the reader with more talk about it? It doesn't make sense, and it's quite rude, so don't be rude. I just cut down a whole chapter I was suppose to freak out in, so stay up to date.”

The Doctor just stared at her, opened mouthed. “Wha- wha are yo-” He put a hoof up. “No, no no nooooo. Hahaha, no no no, Never mind. I don't want to know.” He sighed. “What I do want to know is what's happening outside.”

Pinkie's face fell. “Yeah. It's like the whole world is frozen.”

Sitting back, the Doctor thought about that. “Has anything unusual happen lately?”

Pinkie burped, feeling the foamy bubbles rise up her throat to her nose. “Yeah.” She whimpered, snorting. “I drank sad party.”

“Beg pardon?”

“Only if you've got Gray Pupon!”

For a long moment, they just looked at each other. Pinkie smiled. The Doctor started to laugh.

“Ohhh may. You are random.”

“Thank you.”

“Now what was this about sad party?”

“My friend Lyra brought me something from the human world.”

The brown stallion perked up at that. “The human world you say? How did she manage that? Do you have interplanetary-dimenstional ship here?”

“No. Just a magical portal in the castle at Canterlot.”

“A magical...portal.” He repeated slowly. “Well, I suppose there's a first time for everything. And off we go!”

Both ponies laughed at the face of adventure, neither of them noticing the stony figure getting nearer in the reflection of the discarded mirror.