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I am the Doctor, I am of course a Time Lord, and with my beloved T.A.R.D.I.S. I can travel between worlds.  But I found a magnificent world.  A world made up of words, as if a story was the only thing holding the world together.  I accidentally stumbled into this world.  My T.A.R.D.I.S. appears to be dead.  For once in a very long time I had no plan for this.  My beautiful T.A.R.D.I.S. isn't responding.  I'm completely stuck in this odd and confusing world.  As soon as I landed I was filled with dread.  I had the urgency to leave, but I couldn't, the T.A.R.D.I.S. wouldn't leave, she just sputtered and went out.  I walked around and looked for some help but finding no one.  The world was black, utter darkness.  I could see every inch of the place, the view was endless as it I could see into the end of it.  The ground was made of flesh, couldn't tell if it was human or pony flesh.  The sky was pitch black, but around where my T.A.R.D.I.S. was there were dark crimson clouds.  They apeared to be a condensed form of blood.

"Doctor."  I heard my own bloody voice say.  I mean literally bloody, that voice of mine sounded far away yet close at the same time.  It sounded like a whisper of death it self but using my own vocals.  I searched around the area and saw nobody around, living or dead.  This place was beyond unusual, nothing like I have ever seen.  "Doctor!"

"Who's there, show yourself now."  I pulled out my Sonic Screwdriver and tried to scan anything.  But like my T.A.R.D.I.S. it was dead as well.  I smacked it, desperately hoping it would work.  Usually with my equipment if I give it a good smack it would work.  But my Sonic Screwdriver showed nothing, not even a sputter of life.  I looked around as I placed my screwdriver back in my pocket.  I jumped when I saw myself.  Same brown coat, same brown hair, same suite.  This other me was coated in blood, and his eyes were black voids.  Endless voids that were drawing me in.  His suite was ripped and torn, his mane was atrocious.  I couldn't move, I was stunned.  My breathing was becoming awfully short and I couldn't think clearly.  The other me smiled, the smile was of pure evil intent.

"Doctor, are you scared, but you've always been scared."  He said, his mouth didn't move but I heard my own voice say.  It was like a hallow wind.  He moved toward me which broke the trance he had on me.  Without thinking I ran in any direction that came to mind first.  I saw a river and ran to it.  Leaving the other me behind I ran faster then I have ever run before to that little river.  I saw a female pony, a purple pony.  She was completely horrified as she looked into the river.  When I reached the river I found why she was horrified.  The river was blood, and bodies were the source of it.  There were so many of them, still lifeless bodies soaked in the red liquid.  I took my eyes away from horrible site and looked at the mare who was standing across from me.  She was still looking at the river.

"Hello, can you please tell me where we are?"  I asked her.  She didn't say anything.  She closed her eyes and looked away.  "Hello can you hear me?"

"I'm sorry Doctor but she can't hear you, at least not yet.  In her story your not written yet."  I heard a male voice say.  I looked behind me and there stood a male pony with a crimson fedora and tie.  His cold red eyes were fixated on the mare and on the river.

"Who are you?"  I asked the bloke.  He looked at me with sad eyes.  He showed so much remorse in his features.

"I'm the one who brought all of you here.  An accident that shouldn't of happened, but it did.  Dammit, why did this happen to ones I liked."  He said stomping at the ground.  He walked closer to the river.  Looking down into it, as if he was searching for someone.  I looked at the river myself.  I saw many bodies, ones of Pony and of man.  Bloody bodies, of all creatures littered the river, some I recognized some I didn't.

"What do you mean ones you liked?"  I asked him, but he was gone.  Didn't even notice he left, no movement or anything just gone.  "Well that just fantastic."

"Doctor!"  I heard the other me scream.  I took off in any direction that I saw.  I ran and ran like I've always done, like the very day I saw into the time vortex, I ran as fast and as long as I could.  When I stopped to finally take a breath I saw the other me, those black soulless eyes staring into me.  He smiled at me, unlike last time I mustered what courage I had.

"Who are you, what do you want?"  I asked him trying to be brave.  It was clear I wouldn't be able to run from this horrid copy of myself.  I would have to face it and see what would happen.

"Doctor is scared, always has been scared.  A hero, a scared hero."  Again his mouth didn't move, but that evil voice was heard clear as day.

"Who are you?"  I asked again.

"The Doctor!"  The voice screamed.  I held my ears with my hooves.  There was a loud high pitch screaming.  I couldn't keep my balance and I was forced to the ground.  My life pasted through my mind, I saw how much of a cowered I was.  I'm no brave hero, I'm just a scared cowered who hides in his blue box.  I was nothing.  I started to scream from the pain.  Everything went quiet, it was only me screaming now.  My eyes were moving wildly as I screamed on that dark ground.

"I AM A COWERED!"  I started to scream, over and over.  I was scared, I felt my insanity leaving me.  I stopped, for a brief moment I stopped.  A chill went down my spine.  I looked up and saw the other me, his black eyes stared at me.  He was smiling, that evil smirk burned into my eyes.  He had his hoof on my shoulder, his touch was like the chill of death.

"Doctor."  That evil voice said, the other me's smile began to grown and his mouth slowly opened.  A tip of a pencil was sticking out, it slowly moved out more, showing the shaft of the pencil.  A story, this was just a story.  I was trapped within a story.  I scrambled away from the other me.  Looking at the dark image of myself walk slowly to me.  "Doctor!"

"Go away, leave me alone!"  Over 900 years old and I was beyond scared.  More scared then I've ever felt before.  A bloody story, a fictional story I was in.  If I could go back, would anything have changed, would none of what occurred happen, or was it inevitable.  A dark story written from someone too close to the darkness.  Was this other me what I would become?