The Equestrian Autist

Hello to everyone who cares. My names is Marik, or at least that's what I was called when I still lived on earth and was still human. But I'm getting way ahead of myself. I just came back here to tell my tale, as I think it is worth telling. But before all that, a little about myself from the past.

I was just your average nerd living in an obscure village in Holland called Hoevelaken. I was (and still am) a fan of many things nerdy: Dr. Who, Ace Attorney, Kingdom Hearts, Pokemon, the list goes on.

But that which I loved above all others was My Little Pony Friendship Is Magic. I loved watching the show, I loved listening to the work of brony musicians, I loved looking at fan-art and he loved reading fan-fictions (yes, I even loved the grimdark and clopfics). My favorite pony was Rainbow Dash because she was everything I wanted to be. Which can be described in one word: self-confident, as my self-esteem was very low.

I admired people like Mic The Microphone and Poni1Kenobi for their creativity, of which I myself had very little. Thus, I mostly ended up ripping off others in a vain attempt to gain some popularity on the internet.

I was socially awkward as I have Asperger and am incredibly shy. Not as bad as Fluttershy, but bad enough to where I felt uncomfortable even talking to people I knew relatively well. Speaking of talking, my English is better than my Dutch, due to spending all of my free time on the internet. I only had one friend (who you can promptly forget about because he has nothing to do with this story), because I wasn’t very popular at school. Overall, I wasn’t someone you would be very interested in reading a story about. Untill...

One day on my way home from school I saw something very curious indeed. A blue box just standing on the side of a brick walkway I usually walked past. Above the door it said “POLICE PUBLIC CALL BOX.” I, being a whovian I am, immediately recognized the box as the TARDIS, or Time And Relative Dimension In Space, or at the very least as a police telephone box from nineteen sixties London. But seeing as how this was in fact not London, and it most definitely wasn’t the nineteen sixties, I thought TARDIS before police telephone box. Needless to say, I was slightly surprised to find something from a fictional TV show just standing in some random alley.

I decided to do the most obvious thing I could think of and try to open the door. Which turned out to be unlocked. When I stepped inside my suspicion was confirmed, as I walked into the TARDIS console room. My jaw dropped through the floor in amazement. Of course I knew the TARDIS was bigger on the inside, but nothing can quite prepare you for how big it actually is. Let alone actually stepping inside.

The Doctor did not seem to be there at the moment. Why would he go away and leave the door unlocked?, was the first thing that came to my mind as I walked around the console room and investigated everything. It was the most recent console room they showed in the show, meaning I would meet either the eleventh or a later incarnation of The Doctor. I decided to wait for him as this kind of  thing would probably never happen again and I didn’t have anywhere to be in a hurry.

It didn’t take the Doctor long to show up.  “You know, you should really lock you-”. I cut myself off mid-sentence when I saw that the Doctor was limping. I quickly ran over to him and helped him over to the control panel. Without saying a word, The Doctor, seemingly at random, pushed buttons and pulled levers until the TARDIS took off.

Shortly after take off, the Doctor started glowing a faint yellow. I, realizing what was going on, stepped back just in time to avoid the beams of time energy shooting out of The Doctor’s body.

At this moment the TARDIS experienced some turbulance, like it was blown off course. I, having been caught off guard by this, stumbled forward and hit my head on the TARDIS console, which knocked me unconscious.

Author’s note: No ponies yet, but there will be in the first chapter.