It's Bigger on the Inside

It’s Bigger on the Inside

Chapter 2: Madpony with a Box

Twilight Sparkle stood there, dumbfounded, that was a first.  She stood absent mindedly. A doctor pony falling from the sky in a large blue box, it seemed downright preposterous. Yet, here she was staring him in the face, and that face that had a cocky, confident grin.

“I’m sorry. This all must be a bit frightening.” The self-proclaimed Doctor said, hopping back onto his hooves.

“Not really,” Twilight said, “Mostly just odd.”

“I’ve never seen magic like that though. How did you do it? What does it do?” Twilight asked. She had so many questions being the scholarly pony she was.

“Technically speaking,” The Doctor answered, walking around the box. “It’s not magic. Though, I’ll leave it at that to save you a long explanation.” The Doctor stopped pacing around the box. “Now, would you be kind enough to help me with this?” The Doctor said, attempting to grab the box with his newly found hooves to no avail.

“With what?” Twilight questioned.

“With getting my TARDIS standing upright again of course!”

“You mean the box?” Twilight asked, attempting to clarify.

“Yes the bloody box. Come on then!” The Doctor exclaimed, still trying to lift the box awkwardly with his hooves. He stepped back from the box and looked at his hooves. “My, this’ll take some getting used to.”

“Allow me.” Twilight said, lifting the box with her magic and setting it upright.

“Ah! Well done, now if you’ll excuse me.” The Doctor said, opening the door to the box and stepping inside. He emerged from the box, carrying a suit in his mouth that looked like it did not fit a pony. He rummaged through the pockets for a bit apparently looking for something. “Aha!” He exclaimed, removing his head from the pile of clothes. In his mouth was a silver and brown instrument with a green light at the end. He set it down and looked at the pile of clothes, then at the purple unicorn before him, and then at the instrument again. “Well, looks like I’ll be needing a new suit.” He declared. The Doctor then picked up the instrument again and attempted to place it somewhere on his person. He then realized he had no pockets, not without his suit anyways. He set it down again and looked at Twilight.

“How do you people, err ponies, get on without pockets? It’s mad!”

“Well to be honest most of us don’t even wear clothes that often.” Twilight replied. “What did you call that box anyways?” she continued.

“It’s a TARDIS.” The Doctor answered.

“TAR-what?” Twilight wondered.

“A TARDIS,” The Doctor articulated, “It stands for Time and Relative Dimensions in Space.”

“Well whatever it is it seems extremely advanced. What sort of magic allowed you to fit a swimming pool inside something so small?” Twilight marveled being the scholarly pony she is.

“Like I said it’s not magic, but that’s not important right now. What’s important is that I need pockets.” The Doctor said. Suddenly, his stomach growled. “I’m apparently starving too.”

“Well, we could always go to my house. I have plenty of food there.”

“Come on then, let’s go.” The Doctor agreed. “Speaking of which, what’s your name?” He asked.

“Me? I’m Twilight Sparkle.”

“Onward then Twilight Sparkle!” He said, pointing with his hoof and picking up his strange instrument in his mouth.

The two ponies cantered off down the hill after Twilight packed her things. Once they arrived down the hill The Doctor began to inspect his surroundings. At one point along the way to Twilight’s house The Doctor began waving around his instrument as it made a whirring sound. When he finished the light turned off and the tip popped up. The Doctor attempted to hold it with his hooves and began examining it closely.

“What is that thing?” Twilight asked.

“This,” The Doctor answered. “Is a sonic screwdriver.”

“What does it do?”

“Basically? Everything.” The Doctor replied, picking the screwdriver up with his mouth again and continued to follow Twilight. Twilight shrugged off this explanation as she was starting to get tired, so tired in fact that she was starting to consider just letting this strange pony stay in her library and help himself to her food. The two of them soon arrived at Twilight’s library.

“Listen, I’m tired, feel free to stay the night here, you can sleep on the couch. Help yourself to whatever’s in the fridge. Goodnight.” Twilight said, climbing up the stairs to her loft. She slid into the covers and her head was out before it touched the pillow.

The Doctor however made his way towards Twilight’s totally non-canon kitchen and opened her totally non-canon refrigerator. He rummaged through it and found exactly what he was looking for, custard. Sadly, he could not find any fish fingers. As he rummaged some more he found some daisies.

“Well, I am a pony now, this’ll have to do.” The Doctor began to chow down on daisy custard, his new invention. After finishing his food he trotted down to the basement and literally passed out on the couch.

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Twilight awoke the next morning to the smell of daisy pancakes and eggs. Spike was still sleeping as always. Twilight pulled herself out of bed and plodded her way downstairs the sweet aroma of food drawing her closer and closer. Once she entered the kitchen she was greeted by a disheveled looking pony wearing her apron and cooking eggs. That pony was wearing the same cocky, confident smile as last night

“Good morning!” The Doctor sang. “Care for some breakfast?”

Twilight stood there, dumbfounded again. She shook it off. “Sure! That sounds great maybe you could answer a few of my questions over it.”

“Fair enough.” The Doctor replied.

The two of them sat down and Twilight began to interrogate The Doctor.

“So this TARDIS, what does it do exactly?”

“Well to put it simply,” The Doctor said, mouth full, “It travels through space and time.”

“I see, and you said it wasn’t magic? Then what is it?” Twilight asked.

“Well I assume you people, err ponies, I’ve got to get used to that. Anyways, I assume you have science and technology. That’s exactly what it is, highly advanced technology, from the future.” The Doctor took in another mouthful. “Basically, my science is your magic.”

“I see, and you are?” Twilight asked.

“I already told you I’m The Doctor.”

“No I mean, you’re obviously not a pony, well you are now. But what were you before?”

“Well I was a Time Lord, still am, just a pony one.” The Doctor said, setting down his fork, picking up his sonic screwdriver in his mouth and standing up.

“Come on then! I’ve got to get the TARDIS fixed up.” He said, talking through the screwdriver.

“Wait what?” Twilight said, getting dragged out of the house. The door shut with a decisive slam which woke the reptile upstairs. He trudged downstairs to see a half-eaten breakfast and a messy kitchen.

“Twilight?” He called.

“Twilight?” He called again, drawing it out this time. The dragon shrugged and climbed back up the stairs to sleep a couple hours more.

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“First things first I’m going to need pockets.” He said, barely audible through the screwdriver.

“Well Rarity could-.” Twilight began to say.

“Good, this Rarity, where is she?”

“Umm this way.” Twilight said, beginning to lead the Doctor towards Rarity’s boutique.

The two ponies entered Rarity’s shop minutes later. Rarity was working so intensely that she hardly even noticed them come in.

“Umm, Rarity?” Twilight asked, trying not to interrupt.

“Yes Twilight?” Rarity replied, not looking away from her work.

“I was wondering if you could make an outfit for me.”

As soon as Twilight said this Rarity totally forgot about her work at hand.

“Oh! This is great. What’s the occasion? Formal or casual? Complex or simple? Frou-frou or sophisticated?” Rarity couldn’t stop asking questions.

“Actually it’s for him.” Twilight said stopping Rarity’s rambling. Rarity looked over towards where Twilight pointed to find a brown earth pony with a brown mane. He noticed her and gave a cocky grin.

“Who’s this?” Rarity asked.

“I’m The Doctor,” The pony replied, “And I can speak for myself thank you. Now, I’ll need a nice suit, not too loose but not too tight. But most importantly I need pockets!”

“Pockets?” Rarity puzzled.

“Yes, pockets. I can’t live without them.”

Rarity looked at The Doctor, dumbfounded. He has that effect on people, err ponies. After The Doctor explained to Rarity what he was looking for she set off to work. Rarity, being the amazing fashionista that she is, had The Doctor’s suit finished in minutes. It was a brown suit with a white undercoat, and a red bowtie, because bowties are cool. The Doctor slipped it on and put his sonic screwdriver in the inside coat pocket.

“I absolutely love it.” The Doctor said shaking Rarity’s hoof. “How much do I owe you? Ooh wait I’m not sure I have any of this place’s currency.”

“Nonsense, its fine, any friend of Twilight’s is a friend of mine. Enjoy your pockets.” Rarity replied, as generous as ever.

“Thanks Rarity! Have a good day!” Twilight called as they exited the boutique.

“Now that I’ve got pockets we’re ready to fix up the TARDIS. Come along, Sparkle.” The Doctor said, hurrying up the hill from the last night.

Twilight and The Doctor arrived at the same hill as the night before. The TARDIS was in the exact same spot. The Doctor opened the door and stepped inside. However, Twilight stood there, wondering what was going on. Seconds later The Doctor stepped out and beckoned Twilight inside. She stepped inside, wondering how both she and The Doctor were going to fit inside such a small box. And what does everybody say when they step in the TARDIS?

“It’s bigger on the inside.”