Dr Whooves MONSTER

Chapter 12

As the sun crept through the ancient castle, the monstrous lord of chaos sat at its window seal as if guarding a treasure.

Behind him, not too far away, in an old bed, laid Fluttershy, softly asleep. The sun had not awakened her.

Last night, after a few trial-and-error games of chess using the statues, she became quite tired and rested for the night. The lord gave her this room, telling her if she needed anything, he would just be a call away.

Yet, it wasn’t long after he retreated to his own chambers that his nerves kept him awake. He would wake up every hour of that night to check on her, as if she were a baby that needed comforting, but instead, was softly asleep the entire time.

After the tenth time that morning, he opted to just stay in the room with her and watch the sun rise, his ears flickering to the sound of her breathing. With a grumpy sigh, he told himself with a head shake once again, “It’s rude to watch people sleep.” It was as he peeked over his shoulder that the fact that soon she would awake dawned on him.

“She’ll be hungry, won't she? I should go make the table and let her rest,” he argued with himself as he quietly floated out of the room without making a sound.
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It wouldn’t be too long that Fluttershy woke up with a yawn, tossing and turning as she tried to fight to stay asleep. But soon, her body won over her mind, or her mind won over her body, and she opened her eyes a little at first, only to go wide-eyed at her surroundings.

Leaping up, she at first didn’t recognize the place. She only knew it wasn’t her home, or her bed. “Where am—" the memory came back to her and therefore to the front of her mind, and as it did, the strange monster who saved her and then showed her around made her smile. Despite how small her grin was, the warmth she felt on her cheeks told her she was blushing. A feeling of embarrassment struck her face as she got to her feet. “What is wrong with me? After all, he wasn’t a pony… was he…” she said as she remembered her conversation with her friends again. “What did I want in a guy? Kindness, I wanted him to be kind,” she smiles as she lowered her gaze to her hoof. “A mare of barely marriage age, and of all the men in my life to want to be with, could it be true that I am choosing a monster born of science and magic?”

With the thought of this, her mind remembered seeing him once in the shower. It was only his back, but the memory nearly took her breath away, and she collapsed back down onto the bed, feeling her chest tighten around her.

“If it is true, then what can I tell him? Does he even know of the concept of marriage and mating? Would he reject the notion, and return me home? Home where those brute, stuck-up asses *if* a man like Dr. Whooves would fight for my hoof, instead of letting me decide for myself.” “No, no, I never want to go back there again,” she shook her head. “Not un-taken anyway,” she whispers the words. And as she did, she could feel her entire body squirm at the words, “taken.”

A sour read (maybe "red"?) came over her face as she crossed her legs as tightly as possible. “No more, what am I thinking? I had just met him; there’s no way he’d do that. Even if he knew of the concept of love. “Ohhh!” she groaned as she settled her face down into the pillow, only for her stomach to begin growling. “Hmm, oh yes, yes, I do suppose a bit of food might clear my head of all this nonsense.” And with that, she stood up, still in the same dress from the night before, and headed down to eat and greet her new friend.

Ones on the main floor again, she found the dining table all mess up as it was last night, with the same food as before. Only the light of the sun, gave it a much brighter atmosphere giving her a better chance at vowing the entirety of the room.

The walls were made of a grand grey black and brown stone, that was carved giving it the smotheist surface Fluterhsy ever saw a rock being. It actully glistens in the sun light, giving it a shiny sparky exterior, with bits of pinks whites and purples that could never been scene at night. Along the walls, were torch hooks, candles, and paintings of knights bowing down to queen celistia, as she sat in her throne along side her sister. It was so surreal to see the place during the day. It was like a difrent castle all together. Other then the ocational, scurry of a mouse, and the sight of a cat or two, the only occupancy of the place now were the cobwebs full of spiders. Well that and the chaos lord himself that was, who she could tell by the sound of the rushing water coming from the bathroom, was currently washing up.

The sound caused the memory of his strong back and lion arm, to crash into the for front of her mind, causing once again, anger face to turn bright red.

Wanting to turn away the only thing that kept her in place was her growling stomach, and so against her felling of shyness she sat down to ate a few almonds and Orenge juice form the table.

As she ate her breakfast, every drop of the rushing water, was another reminder of him, causing her face only to grow redder.

But soon once the water was cut off a few minutes latter he emerged. To her surprise tho, he was not in his pumpkin Orenge suit, but in a black cloak, with royal purple trimmings. A set of trousers from what she could tell, was under it.

“Good morning, did you sleep well,” he asked her as walked into the room.

Her face bright red, she hid under main and replied, yes, I did thank you, before clearing her throat and stuffing her face with a plate of blue berries, in hopes of calming her nerves.

“Yes well as promised I will show you where I scavenge my food, and take you through the surrounding forest. “If we hurry thire is a lovely sight I can show you, that you won’t want to miss, so finish your meal quickly please,” he smiled.

“Arnt you going to eat as well,”

“I had already eaten before I got cleaned up. Please enjoy yourself, and come get me when your ready, I’ll jsut be in the throne room.”

As she watched him leave tho he wasn’t going very far, a part of her felt relived, but a larger part of her wished he would have stayed by her side.

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Little did Fluterhsy know that the monster was perplexed himself, and only left do to the strange feeling he had around her. So much so he could not eat, not at the moment. His stomach felt like it was in naughts a experience he had never known before.

Once in his throne room, the door closed he knew he had to be some what quiet or she would her him. But one thire in her absence, he finly banged his head agints the wall. “What is wrong with me, damit!” He cursed himself. Ever since thire dance at the party, he couldn’t get the warmth feeling he felt from her off of him. As he stared at his arms the feeling of having her fast asleep agints his chest, lingers even more.

“Shes jsut a pony, thire all the same arnt they! He quietly yelled to himself. How many books on thire society have you read. The endless wars, the ridiculous customs. They act oh so high and mighty when infact thire no better then the common cockroach of the forest. And she, she is…” he wanted to say was no difrent but the memory of her at dinner last night, sprang in his mind.

“She was so understanding, why she wasn’t even afraid of me much. I never ment to bring her hear it was an accident.” the memory of them dancing at the party left him tewirlingnin delight.

“The way she danced and laughed in my grip, why I never heard anything so sweet. It was like a dove wining in the morning, her laughter was. He soon collapsed into his throne, placing his lion paw over his face. “I only went thire to tear apart my makers reputation, I never ment to actully ah e a good time. I nearly only danced with her beacuse I thought she looked sad, and at a party, why did I want to have fun for eminent. It wasn’t even my plan. He groaned as he pulled his lion paw down over his face scars.

Tossing his head over the slightest reflection of himself in the broken mirror, showed himself a terifying creature. “These scars,” he whisperd, why they are the scars of man, not I. This is is his fault, Dr whooves,” his fist tightens into a grip. “Never know peace, I’ll see to it he’ll never know-“

But before he could finish his sentence the door slid open and thire she was, “ready to go,” she asked.

“Oh, ya- yes, of corse, let’s go, he put on his best smile. But his ruby eyes looked anything but happy. They seemed tormented, and Fluterhsy grew a puzzled loo at him, as he passed her by, before leading her out of the castle.
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With the morning light, I and the others spranged into action at moments notice. With our weapons in protection, we began tracking and too speed, through the twisted jungles of the foestzz with a great large knife, sir sragog beside my, sliced them rough vines and leaped through trees at my direction.

We travels what have been miles before our stomachs left us weaker then we were the night before.

“Doc,” rarity called out form behind me. “I want to save my best friend to, but I’m afraid I’ll die of starvation long before I see her again at this rate.

“You think we’re hungry? Fluttershy might be starving to death along with being up in chains made of that monster's vine magic!” I heed back.”

“Yes and if we found some food, we could bring it along with us to feed her!” Applejack called out over the crowed, who quickly agreed with her, as they set thire own appendages over thire grumbling stomachs.

“With a groan I sat back on a log, arms crossed furious.”

Thankful for the chance tho, it was applejack who stood closer to the front taking my place. “Come on now I am a farmer, and a Girl Scout, I know what’s edible and what’s not so follow me. Well scavage for food.” She orders them, and with that, my leadership was gone in a flash. All the while all I could think about was her, and what ever that monster was doing to her.

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meanwhile the chaos lord remained mostly silent as she quietly observed both the land and him, in the fresh morning air.

It wasn’t until the two came upon a small lake that he finally said something.

“Here we are; this lake is my source of water. I often have to carry a bucket or two back a day to refill both my shower and my drinking supply.” Then he snickers. “I *say* carry, but…” he snapped his fingers, and a bucket floated in the air, dipped itself into the water, and came floating back to him with ease. “Once I learned how to do magic, things became incredibly easier. But before that, I did trudge through this land every morning and night just for a little glass of water,” he chuckled, turning to her.

As she listened to him, she watched as a deer walked out of the bushes. Its large antlers looked just like the chaos lord’s. It gently bowed its head once it was clear its surroundings were clear of threats and began to drink from the water.

A smile on her face, she couldn’t help but marvel at the sight of the peaceful atmosphere of the small lake.

“Over there, where that deer is standing, the bushes are filled with all sorts of berries: blueberries, blackberries, strawberries. I believe that at one time, those who lived in that castle before me may have used this lake as a way to grow their crops, the berries being one of them. Not just the berries, though; all the trees around here give either fruit or nuts, which the many ants and squirrels of the forest feed on.”

As he said this, Fluttershy could hear a squirrel scurry up the tree. The sound brought a smile to her lips as she gazed around the forest, finding songbirds whose gentle chirps filled the morning air.

“Of course,” the chaos lord began again, “this may seem like a safe haven, but I assure you, it can be quite dangerous. I can’t tell you how many bears and timberwolves I’ve fought off over the years. Mostly, it’s best to stay clear of this place after dusk and remain in the castle whenever possible. Manticores, snakes, and so many chimeras also travel through here,” he said while pointing at a set of animal tracks not far from where she was standing.

She nodded at the sight, shifting closer to him. She was so close he could feel her warmth radiating through the damp morning air. In response to her action, he gave a chuckle. “I promise you, it is perfectly safe, right now, though. And besides, my favorite part is just about to start,” he said as he knelt down and picked up a small stone. Giving it a light toss, it struck in front of the bushes, startling both the deer and the squirrels, as well as a whole new creature entirely.

Fluttershy at first wanted to reprimand him for his action, but gasped at the sight of wings emerging from the bushes. Blue, green, red, pinks, and purples, in sorts of glorious hues, erupted and began fluttering in the breeze.

“Butterflies,” she remarked in awe at the sight.

“Mhmm, hundreds of them, all over those bushes down there. They rarely ever leave this place, hunkering down in the branches at night. This makes for a great breeding ground for them. There’s plenty of food to feed their many hungry caterpillars who live at the base of them and feed on the berries down there.

Oh, but don’t worry, though, the bushes are plentiful and grow far more than the caterpillars could ever eat. Simply put, they and the bees make this a perfect ecosystem; it’s so fascinating to observe.”

Fluttershy didn’t know what was more surprising, the sight of the butterflies or hearing him speak in such a way, of beauty and intelligence. So caught off guard by it, it took her a moment to process what he was talking about.

“Breeding…so he does know of the concept,” she thought as her face grew a shade of red.

Luckily, he never noticed her look and instead picked up another stone, giving it a light toss into another set of bushes, seeing back, watching another set of butterflies take off into the air all at once.

After tossing a few more stones, once it was resulting in fewer butterflies, he turned to her. “I usually get about a dozen good throws in before they all fly away. But don’t worry, they think it’s a danger, and will be back by sundown when it’s considered safe for them, just before it gets too dark.”

“How do you know so much?” she asked.

“Oh, well, I have lived here for my entire life, and…” he bowed his head. “The doctor left many books, books I read.” With the mentioning of the doctor, his demeanor shifted from cheerful to a sudden sadness before picking back up, shaking his head. “Anyway, why don’t we…”

“What is it about the doctor that bothers you so?”

Her words stopped the monster in his tracks, and with a forceful intake, he turned from her with a grunt.

“Is it true what you said back there, that he is your father?” Her eyebrows raised.

“In a sense, yes,” he bitterly replied. “The doctor created me, brought me to life. I was not born of normal means.”

“I’m sorry, I do not understand.” Her gaze lowered.

“Ha, neither do I,” he smirked and returned his gaze on her. “For what does it mean to be alive? A beating heart, an active mind?”

“A soul,” Fluttershy chirped.

“If such a thing exists, I wonder if I have given one museless.”

“You must have a soul; I can see it.”

“How?” He tilted his head.

“In your eyes, I see a tormented soul, but I do see a soul, a gentle one at that,” she said as she reached for his face.

Her hands so warm as it stroked his cheek; if he didn’t know any better, he thought he’d turn to putty right there. “Then perhaps I am more alive than I thought,” he smiled as he leaned into her touch.

The two sat there for a moment staring into each other’s eyes before both noticed they were standing there far too long, and the air quickly became awkward and tense.

Removing her hand, she sputtered, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to, I…” she backed away for a moment before tumbling onto a rock and stumbling over.

He tried to quickly grab her, but it was too late. With a splash, she stumbled into the cold water of the lake. Sprinting up shivering with her mane and clothes drenched, she cried out from the shock.

The chaos lord’s eyes widened at the sight of her; the water dripping off her damp clothes that were now held down, creating her every curve.

For the first time, as his eyes drifted over her wet body, a sudden rush of heat and blood filled his skull, and cheeks for a one time, as he was stunned by her presence. But only for a moment, because the look on her face as she tried to climb out of the water brought an eruption of laughter from his throat that shocked even him.

Hearing him laugh at her, she spun around, furious at him. Only the turning her eyes only made him laugh more. “Oh yeah, think it’s funny, huh?” she shouted before splashing water on top of him.

“Hey, that’s cold!” he cried out, shocked by the remote tire. But even so, he only laughed harder as he dove in, splashing her in the process.

At first, she was not happy in the slightest, but his laughter was contagious, and soon, the two spent their time splashing one another in the lake as they tried to climb back onto dry land.

“Oh, my dress,” she half-giggled, half-whined as she shivered in the air.

Snickering, the lord of chaos came out behind her. “Worry not, where do you think I got these from? The castle has several wardrobes; I’m certain we can find you something while your original dress dries out.”

The thought did comfort her for a small moment, but the shivering took over any bit of happiness she could hold. “I’m so ca-ca-ca-cold,” she stuttered as her teeth began to chatter.

With a quick rise of his claw, a small of fire erupted from his hand and hovered above them both. He soon, in one frail swoop, picked her up bridal style, and began heading his way to the castle. “Don’t worry; we’ll get you warm up, I promise,” he smiled, and his smile brought more warmth to her than even the fire.