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- >You are Doctor Anonymous.
- >And right now, you are falling.
- >There is no air here to rush past you.
- >No gravity.
- >There is only the sense, deep in your gut, telling you.
- >You are falling.
- >Tears trail above you as you plummet, your chest heaving with every aching sob.
- >You are falling.
- >No.
- >You try to speak it, but the word doesn't come.
- >No.
- >Again, you try. Even through your painful convulsions, you scream out into the deafening silence, no more loud than the piercing quiet.
- >But glowing with defiance.
- >NO.
- >You scream out again, not expecting a response, knowing no one will hear you.
- >NO.
- >You reach out, as you try to scream again.
- >NO.
- >They say that attempting the same action over and over and expecting a different result is the definition of madness.
- >NO.
- >Being a scientist, you have a slightly different, more rigorous definition of madness.
- >NO!
- >But then, again...
- >NO!
- >Some people HAVE referred to you as a 'mad scientist.'
- >NO!
- >NO!
- "NO!"
- >Your reaching hand finds something.
- >And you pull.
- >No!
- >No no, no no no, no no nononono!
- >You are Pinka-... Pinkie Pie.
- >And right now, you just...
- >You don't understand!
- "No, no, no, no, no!"
- >You frantically search around the now empty wheelchair.
- >Where did he go?
- >Why did he call you Pinkie?!
- >Why the buck until he wait until now?!
- >WHY THE BUCK DO YOU STILL CARE?!
- >You check behind the chair.
- >In front.
- >The sides.
- >He can't be gone.
- "No, no, no, nononono!"
- >You circle the chair once more, before standing on your back hooves, placing your forelegs onto the chair, looking helplessly, desperately for where he could have gone.
- >You look around you.
- >The girls are still confused, dumbfounded even.
- >And Albert?
- >He's gone too.
- >Then...
- >Then...
- >Then they really...
- ...
- >You can't finish that thought.
- >You kneel down into the chair, where he was sitting just a minute ago.
- >And cry.
- >You feel a hoof find its way to your shoulder.
- >A comforting, caring hoof.
- >You push it away.
- "No! No, no, no, no, no!"
- >It's all you can say.
- >No.
- >Wait, what?
- >Your ears perk up.
- >NO.
- >What was...
- >NO!
- >Okay, what the buck?!
- >"NO!"
- >You feel something grab your hoof.
- >And it pulls.
- >You are falling.
- >You are Doctor Anonymous.
- >And right now, you are no longer falling.
- >Your back hurts.
- >Every part of you hurts.
- >It seems like hours before you stir.
- >But you prop yourself up.
- >And with trepidation... you open your eyes.
- >You never thought you would be so unhappy.
- >So unhappy to see home.
- >You're back in your lab.
- >Just like you left it.
- >Just like you thought you wanted.
- >With difficulty, you stand up.
- >Well, more like throw yourself up, and then onto a counter.
- >You don't have the strength.
- >You don't want the strength.
- >All you want to do is to go back.
- >But you don't know if you can.
- >You
- >Don't
- >Know
- >If...
- ...
- >Damnit.
- >Damnit.
- >DAMNIT.
- >DAMN IT.
- >You slam your hands down onto the counter, as hard as you can.
- >The metal bends and twists before your augmented strength.
- >Before your sorrow, and rage.
- >Pain shoots through your arms, but you don't care.
- >You don't want this.
- >You don't want any of this!
- >This isn't home anymore!
- >You drive your fist through a nearby machine.
- >The metal shatters, tearing into your skin.
- >But you.
- >Don't.
- >Care.
- >You slump down, and the tears return.
- >All you care about.
- >Is her.
- >Seeing her again.
- >Hugging her again.
- >Telling her how sorry you are.
- >How much she means to you.
- >But you can't.
- >You'll never.
- >See her.
- >Again.
- >The tears stop.
- >You don't have anymore.
- >Anymore tears.
- >Anymore strength.
- >Your body goes limp, and you slide unceremoniously to the floor.
- >"Doctor?"
- >You look up, your heart skips at what you see.
- >There is a pony.
- >There is a pony in your lab.
- >There is a pony in your lab, and she has long, flowing pink hair.
- >With newfound vigor, you spring up into a dash and throw yourself into the tightest, warmest hug around her you can possibly muster.
- "Pinkie! Pinkie, I'm so sorry, I'm so-"
- >"Oh.. oh my."
- >Wait.
- >You look down.
- >You're hugging...
- >Fluttershy?!
- >She looks up at you with a terrified expression.
- >"Hello."
- >You drop Fluttershy, and whirl around.
- "...hello."
- >Your eyes narrow at what you see.
- >"Who are you?"
- >He's as ready for a fight as you are.
- >"What are you doing in my lab?"
- >Your doppelganger.
- >"Why do you look exactly like me?"
- >You've been prepared for this moment.
- >"And why were you hugging my marefriend?"
- >Wait, what?
- "Marefriend?"
- >The fiend who looks exactly like you spring as the opening in your defense.
- >You are Doctor Anonymous.
- >And right now, you have your doppelganger where you want him.
- >You always knew he'd come for you, try to destroy your work and steal your identity.
- >But you never knew he'd follow you to Ponyville.
- >It doesn't matter though, he's pinned, and you're about to drive the life right out of him.
- >"W-wait!" He chokes out from under your grip.
- >"C-... code 83-B-27-5-6-6-5!"
- >...what.
- >How could he know-
- >He takes advantage of your surprise, getting you into a grip of his own.
- >You manage to weasel your way out of it, however, and after a short tussle, you both end up with your hands around eachother's throats.
- >You look into his eyes, and he into yours.
- >"...on three."
- "...fine."
- >"One..."
- "Two..."
- >"Three..."
- >You both call it out at the same time.
- >"INTELLIGENT DESIGN IS AN EQUALLY VIABLE EXPLANATION FOR THE ORIGIN OF MAN AS EVOLUTIONARY THEORY!"
- >You both collapse onto each other, gasping for air as you try to recover from the stupidity you just uttered.
- >Shit.
- >He's not a doppelganger.
- >"Uhm... doctor?"
- >...what.
- >"Doctors?"
- >You look over. Is that...?
- >"What the hell was that?"
- "ALBERT?!"
- >You are Albert.
- >And right now, you are so confused.
- >You were falling.
- >And then you were home.
- >But Fluttershy is here.
- >And so is Anonymous.
- >But there are two of him?!
- "What in science's name is going on-"
- >One of them springs up, crying you name and rushing over to you.
- >He... hugs you.
- >He's never hugged you.
- "D..doctor?"
- >"Albert.. how did you.. I thought I'd.... okay, what's going on?"
- "Was... that...?"
- >The other Anonymous stands up, brushing some dirt off his coat.
- >"Yes. A method of identifying ourselves. A phrase so utterly incorrect, no intelligent human being would ever utter it unless they were insane, horribly maleducated, or..."
- "...you?"
- >"...well, when you put it that way, I-"
- "Okay, hold on, this is all really confusing, why are there two of you?"
- >"Isn't it obvious, Albert?"
- >The Doctor who DIDN'T hug you walks over to a window port, and opens it up.
- >"We're not home."
- >Your optics struggle to process what they're looking at.
- >"We're in Ponyville."
- >He pauses.
- >"Well, a different Ponyville."
- >You are Doctor Anonymous 1.
- >And right now, you can't believe you're being so stubborn.
- >Well, YOU'RE not. Doctor Anonymous 2 is.
- >"And why the hell should -I- be number 2?! You're in -my- Ponyville!"
- "Well, that makes me a guest, and you should respect your guests! Therefore, Doctor 1."
- >Albert sighs. "What are you talking about. -Your- Ponyville?"
- "Yes! The sudden change in Pinka-.. Pinkie's emotional state disrupted the reaction! It didn't send us home, it sent us to an alternate Ponyville!"
- >"An alternate Ponyville?"
- >"Yes." Doctor 2 continues. "Multiverse theory, Albert."
- "Infinite universes, every universe a slight deviation from another, maybe even a single point of departure from the last."
- >"Which results in there being a universe for every single possibility, infinite places where anything that was possible, has happened, somewhere."
- >"That's very obtuse."
- "Yes, well, why do you think I didn't accept it? We're in a parallel Equestria, Albert. Where a parallel Doctor Anonymous was sent to. The point of departure seems to have resulted in me, or rather, Doctor Anonymous 2, ending up with Fluttershy instead of Pinkie."
- >"I told you, -I'm- Doctor Anonymo- wait, you ended up with Pinkamina?"
- >You sigh.
- "Listen, I'll be Doctor Anonymous 1..."
- >The alternate you glares.
- "And you can be Doctor Anonymous A."
- ...
- >"...that's acceptable."
- "Anyway, we need to hurry."
- >"Hurry? What for?"
- "Because I don't think I came here alone. And I don't mean Albert."
- >You're Pinkie Pie!
- >And right now, you are looooving this cake.
- >It smells so good!
- >You might eat it all yourself if you weren't already enjoying a lollipop.
- >You hum merrily to yourself as you work, dancing about the kitchen in a blur of flour, sugar and pink fun.
- >You hear the bell signal someone entering Sugarcube Corner.
- "Hi there! I'll be right out~!"
- >You call out to the incoming customer.
- >There's no response. But you hear something.
- >Are they... crying?
- >Oh, you can't have that!
- "I'll have you know, the Sugarcube Corner has a very strict no-sadness policy!"
- >You giggle, making sure it's clear that you're joking.
- >"W-what?"
- >You trot up to the counter, throwing off your messy apron to get a good look at the customer.
- "That's right! Now, what can Pinkie do to make you..."
- >You freeze.
- >Standing in the room, staring wide-eyed at you, is...
- >You.
- >But it can't be you.
- "..you... smile..."
- >There's a horrible silence.
- "Ch...ch.."
- >You know just what's going on.
- >The fake Pinkie's eyes widen.
- >She didn't even get your hair right.
- "CH.."
- >"N..no.. please, I-I'm not-"
- "CHANGELING!"
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