Hello, I'm The Doctor. Run for your life!
Big Macintosh felt uneasy as he apple-bucked the last tree for the day. He gathered the apples up and placed them in the cart. Mac snorted and shook out his short mane. All week he had felt like he was being watched. Not only that, but strange things had started to occur around him. Small injuries, like a simple cut, healed right before his eyes. The skin would stitch itself together to form a light scar, and then fade completely away.
Things he never even heard about, he understood. Then there were the statues. Every time Big Mac went to the market, the feeling of being watched became stronger. When he would turn around, there was always a statue of a weeping angel pony. Macintosh emptied the load of apples and headed to the barn. The feeling of being watched hit an all time high. Big Mac shook it off and kept going.
He walked calmly into the barn and unhitched from the empty cart. The sun was just setting and he was about to head in when something in the shadows of the barn caught his eye. He trotted over and frowned at what he found. It was the statue of a weeping angel pony. A chill went up his spin, his instincts screamed for him to run. Big Mac tried to calm himself, it was only a statue.
Sure it was a little unnerving, angel pony hiding her face in the crook of her elbow, but nothing to fear. He had simple turned around to call to Applejack and ask her about it, when he heard it move. He spun back around to find the statue inches from his face. It's eyes were wide open, mouth revealing deadly fangs. It had a hoof out, as if to grab Big Mac. Macintosh reared up in fear and neighed. He turned and ran out of the barn and right into another pony.
Mac scurried to untangle himself from the stranger. Once he was on all four hooves, he looked behind him. The angel statue was at the barn door, frozen mid gallop.
"Don't move"
The strange pony Big Mac had run into was staring at the stone creature, determination on his face.
"They can't move if you keep looking at them"
Macintosh glanced at the stallion next to him.
"What are they?"
"Weeping Angels. Now you see that blue box right over there?"
Big Mac looked over at an old Pony Police Box about 50 hooves away.
"Eeyup"
"Go to it."
Big Mac looked at him. The stranger never took his eyes off the stone monster.
"Who are you?"
"Hello, I'm The Doctor. Run for your life!"
Big Mac looked at the weeping angel before glancing at the police box. He then looked over at the house. Granny Smith, Applejack, and Apple Bloom were still inside. The Doctor saw this.
"No, don't! I don't know why, but they're only after you. Your family will be fine, but we have to go now!"
Big Mac didn't even think twice as he galloped as fast as he could to his house. The Doctor cursed behind him. Macintosh burst through the front door, almost knocking it from the frame. The three ponies inside jumped in fright. Applejack turned to him.
"Big Mac?! What wrong?"
Big Macintosh didn't even reply. He grabbed Apple Bloom by her tail and swung her up onto Applejack's back. He quickly placed Granny Smith into the old cart they kept inside and hitched himself up. Applejack rushed over to help get the cart secure, trusting Macintosh new something was wrong.
Suddenly a screeching noise, followed by no sound they had ever heard before, rang in from outside. Everyone went still, holding their breathes. Big Mac walked slowly out the door, cart still on his back. The weeping angel pony was gone, along with the Doctor and his blue box. The only evidence that they had been there was the flattened grass where the pony police box had stood moments before. Applejack trotted up next to him, worry on her face.
"Big Macintosh. . . are you alright?"
Big Mac glanced around before snorting slightly, trying to shake off the fear.
"Nnnope"
An Apple A Day Does NOT Keep The Doctor Away
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An Apple A Day Does NOT Keep The Doctor Away
A week had passed since the 'weeping angels' incident. He had gone to a doctor, after Applejack had practically dragged him there. He was told he was overworked and to take a brake from apple-bucking.
After a couple days of rest, Big Macintosh felt a lot better. No moving demon statues, no magic blue boxes, and no Doctor. However, being stuck at the house for so long had Big Mac pacing the floors. He hated being stuck inside for so long. Hay, he had grown up almost always outdoors.
So to keep himself busy, he had taken to cleaning. Macintosh was rearranging the books in the living room when Applejack walked in.
"Big Mac. . . your driven me mad with all. . . this"
She gestured to the spotless room with a hoof.
"I can't help it. I jus' hate sitin' still."
Applejack sighed.
" I can see that. Look, I'm workin' in the orchid right now, but I need some fresh bread for dinner tonight. Why don't ya go to the market for me an' get a loaf or two."
Big Mac smiled gratefully to his little sister.
"Thanks AJ"
20 minuets later found Macintosh loading the still warm bread into his saddle bag. He turned around to come face to face with the Doctor.
Big Mac reared up, startled. The Doctor backed up slightly.
"Whoa! It's just me!"
The red draft pony took a calming breath before addressing the stallion in front of him.
"Doctor?"
The Doctor smiled.
"Yes sir-ie!"
Macintosh lowered his head and huffed. He started to quickly walk away. The Doctor kept pace with him.
"What do ya want?"
"I want to help you. Your life is in danger! There's something different about you. You're not like anypony I've ever met before. The weeping angels are after you, so there must be something."
Big Macintosh whirled around and glared at the stallion in front of him. It surprised his to realize that the Doctor was the same size as him. Shaking off that thought, Mac continued.
"Look, Doctor. I don't know what you're talkin' 'bout. I've never even heard of these weeping angel things. You and those demon have the wrong pony."
Big Mac turned and started to stomp off. The Doctor stood there for a moment before trotting to catch up.
"There not demons."
"Oh yeah?! Then what the hay are they?!"
"Aliens"
The Doctor's blunt answer stopped Big Mac cold.
Aliens?
Mac shook his head and looked over at the Doctor.
"If I were to believe you, which I'm not saying I do, what do these weeping angels want with me?"
The Doctor smiled slightly, almost sadly.
"Weeping Angels feed off life energy. I have a lot, and apparently you do too. There after you, but I can help. I can keep you safe. Come with me on the Tardis."
"The Tardis?"
"The blue box"
"I can't. I have family, friends. I can't jus' leave."
The Doctor frowned, brown eyes sad.
"If you stay here, you're only endangering them more. Come with me until we can figure this out. Find a way to stop the weeping angels."
Big Mac looked at the brown stallion.
"All of time and space to explore. You could go anywhere, anywhen."
The Doctor smiled and turned around. He looked back and gestured with his head. The Tardis could be seen slightly in the distance.
"Come with me."
Big Macintosh followed the Doctor, saddle bag forgotten at their hooves.
