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THE TALES OF POND: EPISODE 6

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EPISODE 6 –TRUTHS AND LIES

The night was in its full pitch as the wagon rode up to the mansion upon the hill. It was an old, rickety place with tattered curtains, dilapidated masonry, and all kinds of wear and tear. Despite this the house still seemed to stand on its place atop the hill without any sign of collapsing. Not even the rain that flowed from above seemed to deter the ever standing structure, and as the wagon stopped and unloaded its only passenger she marveled at her home. It had been built by her relatives, she remembered, a long time ago before the Great War. Her father and her father's father and so forth had repaired the building time and time again. However, there would be no one to repair the old mansion anymore; she was the last in her lineage. All she could really do was hope to get married and move on with her life. She sighed and grabbed her bags from inside the wagon. She slid them over her neck and onto her back, so that she wouldn't strain her teeth from the weight.
"Thank you for your efforts tonight, Midnight Rider, I won't be needing your services for the rest of tonight."
"Yes ma'am," The colt nodded and turned the cart around.
"Oh! Before I forget," the mare called to him.
"What is it, Susan?"
"Be sure to inform the church that I will be unable to attend service tomorrow morning. I do not wish to be rude and not attend when I had stated otherwise."
"Yes ma'am. Glad to have you back." Susan sighed and smiled as Midnight took off down the hill, disappearing into the darkness of night. She hadn't been home for three years; not since she started attending college. As she walked toward the house she recalled all of her friends and everything they had done together before graduation. That Pinkie Pie, she thought to herself, always getting the lot of them into trouble. Not that she minded, of course. That kind of trouble was usually fun getting into. Perhaps now that she was finally home again she could write letters to her grandfather to tell him about everything. After all, her grandfather was the one who inspired her to train to be a nurse.
When Susan got to the front door she pulled out the key from one of her bags and placed it in the lock. When she turned it and pushed the door open she was greeted by a bright light. Upon stepping inside she noted to herself how dry it felt inside, and how soft the carpet was. Compared to the aged and rotted appearance of the outside the inside of the building was decorated and cleanly. Paintings hung from every which wall, and here and there were statues, trophies and the like. The candles had been lit; she assumed the butler had done so. Susan figured that by letting herself in she would give him a break. Slowly she made her way to the lounge and placed her bags upon a small table. The fireplace in the lounge was already lit, so she slipped out of her heavy jacket, hung it on the coat rack on the far wall, and trotted over to the couch near the fireplace. She sat there and curled up, sighing heavily as she felt the warmth of the fire and inhaled the soothing smell of lilacs that filled the air. For once, just once after her long day, she was finally able to get some peace.
Susan didn't know how long she slept, except that when she woke up the fireplace had gone out. The smell of lilacs had disappeared completely and was replaced by the sterile smell of disinfectants. She lifted her tired head up over the couch to see that the candles in the hall had also been snuffed. The only lights she could see came from the moon, which shone incredibly bright for such stormy weather. Susan slowly pulled herself off the couch and trotted over to the nearest window. At first she thought it was her sleepiness creating illusions, but once she realized it was real her eyes snapped open. The entire world outside was gone; there was nothing out there except for massive, swirling clouds and the deep blackness of space. Her mind reeled as she tried to remember what had happened. As she tried her mind threw all kinds of memories at her. One moment she remembered her friends from college, the next she remembered her friends in space. She couldn't get her mind straight, and in the panic she ran.
She didn't know where to go, except that wherever she did need to it would have to be done quickly. When Susan reached the front door she tried to open it, only to find that it was locked tight. In her helplessness she tried to kick the door down. Kick after kick parts of the wooden door gave way. However, when she turned to see if her plan had worked, behind the wooden doorway there was a metal hatch. She looked at the steel plated exit in disbelief, and started to back away. As she did, however, she backed up into something soft and warm. Susan screamed and punched whatever it was behind her.
"Blimey," The thing in the darkness screamed and stepped out into the light. It was a brown colored colt wearing a brown coat, a white dress shirt and a cobalt blue bowtie. "Tell me you don't see me before you start throwing punches at my face!"
"G-Grandfather? No, you can't be my grandfather, he's much… older!" Susan held her head as she tried to sort out her memories.
"Well I'd assume I know my own granddaughter when I see her," the colt grinned, "It's me. I'm the Doctor; your grandfather."
"But that's impossible," Susan gasped, "and yet it is possible. No, wait… how…"
"The solar storm," The Doctor frowned.
"What?"
"I don't mean to alarm you, Susan, but…" The Doctor walked around for a moment, trying to think how he could best word what he was going to say next. "Thing is, you haven't been where you should for a long, long time. This place, this entire facility, is a lie." Susan tried to grasp what the Doctor was trying to tell her. She knew it was a lie, but yet she knew it was the truth. So which was it, a truth or a lie?
"Doctor… grandfather... you said it was a facility?"
"You're not really in an elegant mansion, Susan," The Doctor began, "You're in the Stormcage Containment Facility. Well, not the actual Stormcage, but an equivalent in this dimension. It's the year fifty sixty seven, and the contractors of Stormcage had gone back in time to capture you. They saw you as a threat, like most races do with Time Lords, and decided to study you. However, not everything went as planned. While you were asleep a large solar storm came and knocked out the critical systems. Most of the ponies that run this facility are… are dead, to be brutally honest." Susan was still trying to come to terms with everything the Doctor had said, but her memories were in a jumble.
"Why," Susan asked, "why do I have these strange memories? Everything is so confusing, grandfather, I can't even tell if you're really here."
"The solar storm knocked out the critical systems as well as some of the computers. The one that was meant to keep your false memories in place was destroyed while it was still in operation. The false memories are still there because they couldn't be removed in time."
"How… how did you get in here, then? If the critical systems failed how did you get in?"
"I flew in using the TARDIS," The Doctor smiled, "Though flying in is a bit of a stretch; more like crashed in. Amy, Rory, Twilight, Applejack and I were just coming back from a trip to Adipose 3, something to do with the legalization of seeding planets, when the solar storm hit us. We were trying to outrun the solar storm when I came across Stormcage, and of course upon scanning for life on board I found a Time Lord DNA signature." The Doctor forced a smile before returning with a frown. "I didn't think I would lose you again, Susan. I'm glad I found you when I did."
"That still doesn't answer exactly how you got in here," Susan grumbled sternly.
"Oh, right, I got in with this!" The Doctor pushed one of his sleeves up and revealed a small device strapped onto his arm. "It's the vortex manipulator you left with me. I remembered having it for a while, so I figured I might as well use it." The Doctor lowered his sleeve and went right on talking. "Of course we can't exactly vacate this area since the solar storm is still intensifying, and to transport you in the middle of a solar storm and the storm already constantly going on around us would be suicide! We could end up anywhere, even scattered into atoms." The Doctor reached into his pocket and pulled out his sonic screwdriver. He activated it and scanned the area around them. "Of course what I don't understand is why this cell is just randomly sticking out of the side of Stormcage. That's no way to treat a Time Lady!"
"So wait, if we can't get off this… this ship, then-"
"Then how did I get here? I was just getting to that, Susan, I used the vortex manipulator right before the solar storm hit and hid in the closet upstairs. I mean really, you don't expect me to leave you hanging? Sorry, stupid phrase, I have got to limit the stupid phrases."
"But you said that you brought friends with you. Where are they?"
"In the TARDIS, in the solar storm," the Doctor said blankly.
"Isn't that dangerous?"
"You improved the shielding on the TARDIS already, I'm sure they'll be safe from a little bit of solar soup."

"Remind me when the Doctor gets back to strangle the bloody life out of him!" Amy screamed as she hung onto the console. The solar storm was intensifying, and the shaking of the TARDIS seemed to correspond with every second.
"What in the hay is goin' on, Amy?!" Applejack shouted.
"Solar storm is getting thicker, seems to be coming from a supernova nearby!"
"Are you sure about that, or are you just saying things?!" Rory asked.
"Does it sound like I'm sure?!" Amy shouted back.
"I think I'm going to be sick!" Twilight screamed. As the four ponies hung on to whatever they could the TARDIS bucked back and forth like an angry bull. Sparks flew out of the console intermittently, and the grinding sound of the time machine began to fluctuate.
"What are we going to do?!" Rory asked.
"Don't worry," Twilight shouted over the chaos, "the Doctor has the TARDIS set on autopilot, so we'll be just fine!"
"The TARDIS has an autopilot?!"
"No, but she seems to be piloting herself just fine!" Amy noticed that as well; The time machine was moving its own controls, and seemed to be driving itself to avoid the solar storm. Amy yelped as a huge thump made the TARDIS jerk to the left.
"When that Doctor gets back," Applejack grumbled, "he's got a lot of explainin' to do!"

Back at the mansion Susan was still trying to cope with what her memories were trying to tell her. She knew that this Doctor was her grandfather, but at the same time she knew he wasn't. It was like she knew two things were correct, and those two same things were false.
"So, grandfather, explain it to me again… you're name is the Doctor, and you fly around through time and space in a ship called the TARDIS, which I helped repair the shields to."
"Indeed, simple as that," The Doctor grinned as he looked around, "no need to really explain further unless we get into my whole life story, and nine hundred years of life is no easy task to explain in detail."
"It sounds all correct… and yet it doesn't. I'm so confused!" Susan started to cry as she held her head. The memories were starting to make her head hurt, and the pain was more than she could bear. The Doctor walked over to her and placed a hoof on her shoulder.
"There there, Susan," the Doctor smiled. "You'll find out soon enough. I know that you're confused, but the feeling will pass once you start sorting everything out." Susan dried her tears and turned around. "What's what?" The Doctor asked.
"What?" Susan asked in reply.
"You just asked me 'what's that'."
"No I didn't."
"Yes you did, you just asked me 'what's that' when you turned around." The Doctor thought for a minute, looking around for anything that might be hiding in the shadows.
"Who's where?" Susan asked.
"What?"
"You just asked 'who's there'."
"No I didn't"
"Yes you did!" The Doctor looked at Susan for a moment, and then remembered what he had collected from the main computer before the whole station was damaged.
"Susan, if you're confused already I think you should be prepared to be confused again."
"Why; what's happening, grandfather?"
"A prisoner was added recently," The Doctor explained, "placed under robotic surveillance due to a psychological defense mechanism that it harbored. It could establish a link to a person's mind once they both made visual contact, and then once the contact is broken it would be as though the two never encountered each other before."
"Is… is that why I didn't remember saying 'what's that'?"
"And why I couldn't remember saying 'who's there'. We best be careful with what we do before the solar storm ends, because this prisoner is also a tier one threat level to this station. If we encounter it whenever we split up, be sure to let the other know." The Doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver. "Let's check upstairs, shall we?"

The upper floor of the mansion was just as vast and decorated as the bottom floor. All sorts of doors dotted the two halls that lined up opposite to the staircase, and from the ceiling the moonlight cast an eerie glow upon the chandelier. The storm outside was still raging; the sound of thunder cutting the silence in the air. Susan shivered and watched the lightning race across the emptiness of space as she waited for what the Doctor had to say next.
"Alright Susan, we're going to have to split up. You take that hallway," the Doctor pointed to the left, "and I'll take this hallway." the Doctor pointed to the right. Susan nodded and walked down the left hall. She took the first door to her left and walked in. The Doctor trotted slowly down the right hall and took the first door there as well. He left the door open to make sure that he could reach Susan if he had to.
What was curious about this door was that it wasn't the same decorated mansion interior as the rest of the house. The door led to a chamber of the Stormcage. He assumed that under normal circumstances this doorway would be locked, but due to the system failures most of the locks would have been drained of power. The Doctor trotted slowly down the metal corridor, looking out for any signs of life. He did find something at the end of the hall, however, but it was not pretty. At the very end of the corridor was an observation deck, designed to examine and oversee the experiments involving Susan. Several monitors were placed around a command console, but the screens were smashed and blown apart. The main console was also fried, and so was its operator. It was a colt, possibly in his teens. The electrical charge that had blown the console apart had also zapped the poor pony right through his chest, killing him instantly. "What a way to go," The Doctor sighed, "This place has taken so much damage I think the backup systems are going to fail soon." He turned around, and stared right into the eyes of the creature behind him. "But you used this opportunity without question, didn't you?"

The room Susan had chosen to enter first was her bedroom in the mansion. She was still trying to tell herself that this wasn't her actual bedroom, but she had trouble convincing herself of what she needed to believe as fact. She looked over all the books and pictures that lay on her table. There were pictures of all her friends, her grandfather, and her past, all fabricated lies to help her believe that this was her real life. She could feel the sting of memories combating each other within her head, and she bent down and cried. The memories were hurting her head, each one trying to overtake the other. She was just starting to know the truth, and now she was just as confused as when the dream had begun. No, it wasn't a dream, it was reality. But was it truly reality? Could it be that she's still asleep downstairs this very minute? Terrified and confused, she turned around to meet up with the Doctor when she saw a figure standing in the doorway. It wasn't the same creature from before, she knew that somehow, but it was something new. It was an unknown pony hidden in the shadows; a colt, to be precise.
"W-Who's there," Susan shivered.
"Susan, Susan, Susan… you really need to calm yourself. The right memories will come to you, in due time. For now I think you should just relax, take a deep breath, and think hard."
"Have I met you before? Your voice sounds familiar."
"No no, we've never met before; ever, never ever. But we will soon."
"A-Are you a Time Lord?" The figure burst out laughing. It was an uncomfortable laughter, almost like a cackle of pity.
"Oh Susan, foolish, mindless little Susan; there are some things in this universe bigger than the Time Lords. Of course, after all this time, it would be simply too much to expect the universe to remember me." The figure stepped out of the darkness partially, revealing its cold, grey eyes. Susan whimpered as the figure stared into her very being. "Oh, but where are my manners? I simply shouldn't be lingering for too long. After all, the time isn't right; at least, not yet." The colt chuckled as it disappeared into the darkness. Susan could only stand there, rooted in fear long after the colt had vanished.

"I understand that you've been locked up here for some time," The Doctor reasoned with the creature standing in front of him, "but I mean no trouble, and if you let us both be on our way we will let you on yours." The creature looked at the Doctor for a moment, its sunken eyes darting back and forth.
"Stormcage is about to regain control," the creature hissed, "If you can escape with Susan, then perhaps we shall meet again, Time Lord."
"How did you know about me?" the Doctor's expression became serious.
"We know all about you, Doctor," the monster continued, "And I promise you, there will be another day where we shall meet. Be careful on your way out, Time Lord; other prisoners are looking for a place to be as well." The creature walked out of the room, and as soon as it vanished from sight the Doctor forgot he had ever seen it. He shook his head for a moment, feeling a slight queasiness in his stomach. "Strange," he muttered to himself, "I feel like I should remember something." Just then Susan burst into the room. She grabbed onto the Doctor's coat, sobbing without incentive to stop.
"G-G-Grandfather," Susan bawled, "I…I…"
"Shh, it's alright, Susan," The Doctor assured her, "it's okay. I'm here… I'm here."
"Grandfather, I saw something in the darkness-"
"Was it the prisoner?"
"No… no, it was something else," She sobbed, "It was a pony, but he wasn't. He told me that there was something bigger than the Time Lords, and… and that this wasn't the right time." The Doctor pulled her away from him and looked into her eyes.
"Is he still there? Has he gone?!"
"H-He's gone, grandfather! He vanished."
"Yes… quite right." The Doctor loosened his grip on her and thought to himself as he trotted around inside the control room.
"I'm so confused, grandfather! Do you know him?! Who is he?!"
"I don't know," The Doctor mumbled under his breath.
"You're lying! You know, you always know, you-" The Doctor grabbed Susan by the shoulders. His face was contorted into an expression of frustration.
"I don't know, Susan," He yelled into her face, "I really don't!" Susan pushed away from him and fell to the floor, weeping heavily. "I really wish I did," The Doctor sighed, "because whoever he is… he sounds like me. Not in the way he speaks or the way he acts, but his voice is almost exactly the same as mine, and it frustrates me, Susan, it really does." The Doctor walked over to her and nuzzled her mane. "I'm sorry, Susan. I didn't mean to do that." Susan looked up at the Doctor, tears still in her eyes.
"I'm so confused, grandfather; it hurts and I'm so confused…" She wrapped her arms around him and sniffled.
"I know, Susan, and we'll get through this together, I promise." The Doctor heard something, and his ears perked up. Susan's ears did as well. "Did you hear that?"
"Yes, a knocking; it's coming from that door over there." Both of them looked over to the door to the far left. Another knock came from the door, this time with a voice.
"If you've got arms then I suggest you hang onto something," the voice called out to them. A beeping could be heard, and the Doctor knew that a beeping on a space station usually meant that behind that door would be the vacuum of space. The Doctor hit the floor and hugged the bottom of the command console chair, and Susan grabbed onto the Doctor's coat. The door opened with a hiss, and immediately the emptiness of space started tugging at them. They shut their eyes and waited as the door resealed and the air around them settled. "I apologize, sir and madam," the voice announced in a proper tone, "but I'm afraid that section of Stormcage is no more. I had to make sure not to take any shortcuts." The Doctor looked up and saw a stout pony wearing deep blue armor, complete with a helmet and gun attachments on either side of its body. The pony brought both its front hooves to its head and pulled off its helmet, revealing a solid face with no mane.
"Of all the ponies I expected to see," The Doctor smiled, "I didn't expect to see you, Sontaran." The Sontaran eyed the Doctor sternly.
"My designated name is Commander Strax, and I would prefer it if you called me such."
"Ah, yes, Commander Strax, good to see you." Susan and the Doctor tried to stand up when the Sontaran aimed its gun attachments at them. They both backed up as the Sontaran edged closer.
"Give me a good reason as to why I should not kill you now."
"Well, first of all," The Doctor started, "we're all prisoners here, and second of all we're both unarmed, so killing us would not be honorable." Strax smiled at the Doctor.
"Point taken," Commander Strax said as he lowered his weapons. The Doctor and Susan sighed in relief. "So, what are your names?"
"Well, I'm the Doctor, and this is my granddaughter Susan-"
"The Doctor?!" The Sontaran aimed his weapon at him again, "The enemy of the Sontaran Empire, the very same Doctor?!"
"Oops," The Doctor gulped.
"You have been looked for far and wide, Doctor! My battle fleet has a promotion offer to anyone who can bring you down!" The Sontaran then lowered its weapon and shrugged, "A pity that my own battle fleet abandoned me and demoted me, otherwise I would have just shot you right on the spot."
"Demoted you; to what?" The Doctor asked.
"A… a nurse." The Doctor's eyes went wide with amusement.
"A Sontaran nurse; what in the devil did you do to deserve that one?!"
"Don't ask, Doctor," The Sontaran mumbled, "It's a long story. So, now that we're all caught up on things there's a fleet of guards coming to contain this breakout. I suggest that if you don't want to remain a prisoner here we should find the nearest escape route."
"Can you still use your gun attachments," The Doctor inquired.
"My gene splicing only gives me access to nursing duties, it does not take away anything that I already have knowledge to." The Doctor pulled out his sonic screwdriver and examined the room around them, looking at the readings upon completion of his task.
"Good, because the solar storms are just clear enough and I've got a plan is so crazy that it just might work."

Two guards were stationed outside of the entrance to Susan's holding chamber. They all had their guns ready, and were awaiting confirmation from the main control room.
"We've lost visual contact will all cells," the commander yelled over the communications system, "stay on alert and shoot anything that tries to escape, is that clear?"
"Roger that, will eliminate any hostile resistance." The guards waited outside, making sure that nothing got through. Suddenly a burst of energy shot out from the door panels, zapping the two guards. They fell to the ground, instantly unconscious. The door panels were then forced open by two, blue armored hooves.
"Did I kill them, oh please tell me I killed them!" The Sontaran smiled.
"No, the energy buildup was only enough to stun them," The Doctor assured Susan more than the Sontaran.
"Damn. Just when I was getting the feel for combat once again you decided to ruin things for me." The Sontaran stepped on the bodies as hard as he could when crossing over them. He needed to be sure that the guards were unconscious.
"Well, Commander Strax, looks like this is goodbye for now," the Doctor smiled.
"Wait, where are you going," The Sontaran looked at the Doctor and Susan in surprise, "I thought you were going to escape with me!"
"Oh I'm more than certain that you are capable of escaping this place on your own. We have our own way out. Just remember, though; when you get to one of the ships docked in right now be sure to set your coordinates outside of this dimensional zone. It'll help you not only return to your rightful place, but you'll also get a chance to redeem yourself."
"Thank you, Doctor," The Sontaran bowed, "I am in your debt. Perhaps one day we shall meet on the field of battle where I shall obliterate you for the glory of the Sontaran Empire!"
"Looking forward to it…"

Back on the TARDIS the four ponies were still struggling to hang on. The time machine was starting to fail, and she didn't hold back in letting Amy and the others know it.
"We're not going to make it! The TARDIS is failing!" Rory shouted.
"Yea, captain obvious I think I can manage that thought on my own!" Amy growled, throwing random switches and pressing random buttons. "This isn't working," she screamed, "where in bloody hell is that Doctor?!" A flash of light appeared right next to her just as she said it, and as the light dissipated there stood the Doctor and Susan.
"Here I am," The Doctor smiled, getting right to work at the controls, "Don't worry every pony, the TARDIS can take much more damage than you can imagine, and sorry Susan, I know you're going to be standing around for a while looking like a useless idiot but the TARDIS is trying to revert your memories to what they should be so don't mind her!" the solar storm knocked into the side of the time machine with a thud, sending Twilight rolling and screaming across the floor and causing Rory to moan.
"Now I think I'm going to be sick," he said as he desperately hung on.
"Just hang on," The Doctor shouted over the noise, "we can all do this, there's still plenty of time before we're vaporized."
"Doctor, where have you bloody been?!" Amy screamed into the Doctor's ear.
"Getting Susan out of Stormcage!"
"Why was she in Stormcage, I thought it was a place for criminals!"
"Trust me; I can explain it to you, but not now, because if I do it now you might not even be here to be cross with me after the TARDIS blows up again." The Doctor threw a switch and looked around. "Assume a position!" The Doctor ducked and hugged the floor. The others all scrambled to find something to hang onto as the time machine landed with an immense and heavy thud. Applejack went flying across the command console and slammed into the doors, while Rory was already scrambling up the stairs towards the bathroom. Amidst all of this Susan just simply stood in the same place, the movements not even fazing her. "Well now," The Doctor sighed, "wasn't that a pleasant little landing? I think we did just fine, didn't we Susan?" Susan didn't respond, and simply continued to stare into space. "Right, bad moment, the TARDIS is still processing her. She'll be alright in a minute or two."
"Doctor," Amy huffed, "you left me, no, all of us out in the middle of a solar storm, and you think it's all fine and dandy to just come aboard and assume command. Well, I have had enough of you doing that and… and…" Amy looked at something behind the Doctor.
"What, what is it?" The Doctor asked.
"Why did you bring a Sontaran on board?" The Doctor looked behind him, only to be staring at the eyes of Commander Strax.
"Well… this is most certainly awkward, isn't it, Doctor?" Strax smiled nervously.


Dear Princess Celestia,

For some strange reason I can't help but feel content with the fact that sometimes the Doctor deliberately puts us in danger. Not because of the fact that it can be somewhat educational, but because I know the Doctor always gets us out of trouble no matter what it is. I will admit that I was a bit mad with Amy when she yelled at the Doctor, but after we dropped off Commander Strax (For some reason the Doctor picked up a Sontaran commander turned nurse) we all had a good laugh about it. Boy oh boy, the Doctor sure knows how to make a moment less threatening!

Your faithful student,
Twilight Sparkle.


"What's wrong, sugar cube," Applejack asked the Doctor as he walked with her to drop her off back at home. The Doctor didn't respond; he simply walked alongside her silently. "I don't mean nothin' personal, but it just looks to me like you got something heavy on your mind, Doctor." The Doctor sighed and stopped for a moment.
"It's just... there's something not right in the universe," The Doctor muttered, "I can feel it in my hearts. There's something lurking on the edge of darkness, and it's watching me. It's watching all of us, Applejack, and to be honest I'm afraid."
"Afraid? That's a new thing to hear from you, Doctor."
"But it's true." The Doctor looked up at the night sky, watching as the stars seemed to wink at him through the pitch. "I'm not afraid for me; I've lived long enough." The Doctor looked back at Applejack, who wore an expression of worry on her face. "I'm afraid for all of you. No matter what happens, no matter how hard I try, someone will get hurt. You have no idea how hard it is to live with nine hundred years of pain pent up inside." Applejack trotted over to the Doctor, who tried to look away.
"I may not understand exactly, sugar cube, but I can tell you that whatever it is that you're feelin' right now, we'll get through it together." She then held his head in her hooves and gave him a soft peck on the lips. "Trust me." The Doctor smiled nervously, but turned away from her once again. He sighed happily and continued walking.
"I hope you're right, Applejack. I really do."
This one is, for some reason, striking me as good. However, I feel that there are some parts which I can elaborate more on. So, if you find those parts, don't be afraid to critique me on it!

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Story Written by Jonathan Lopez (TheGoldenCrowbar)

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Kev-Dee's avatar
the doctors a fuckin pimp XD