● Gallifrey
41 faces ago.

A woman, or what appeared to be a 2 legged humanoid at least, sat outside her home. Her hand resting on her pregnant belly. She could feel the little one kick. Already making incomprehensible demands of her.

The house was nothing more then a small Sphere on a square platform. No bigger then 3 meters tall. Not leaving much room but inside was a whole nother world... or at the very least a large manor. "Bigger on the inside" as her mate would say.

This was a house of wealth. Peasants could only afford buildings of ordinary construction. The Master's father gave her this house on the family estate, after the trial of course. It was fortunate her father took her back in after all the trouble she caused. Even better that he took in her mate.

The Doctor, her mate, had made a bargain with the High Council of Gallifrey. He would plead guilty and condemn his own actions in exchange for a full pardon for the Master...

The punishment? Forced Regeneration and 6 months in a rehabilitation facility. Provided they got the Doctor to give a public statement condemning his actions...

For all their flaws, Time Lords didn't have a death penalty. Forced regeneration was their harshest, legal, punishment. Only done when the Time Lord in question was thought to be irredeemable. It was the hope the next face would be different as regeneration caused Time Lords to perceive their actions of their previous lives differently.

The young woman had spent the last thousand years trampling their civilizations primary principles. A non interference policy with the passage of time. Her mate could claim it was all his idea but truth was she had wanted to do it... they even picked up a pet.

A less evolved humanoid, so primitive the species actually called themselves "humans". Not realizing that was an animal Kingdom, a classification of species, rather then an actual race.

Still The Doctor had been insistent they go to Earth and when the little critter snuck onboard the Doctor felt an instant connection to it... the Doctor, being half human himself, got rather mad at The Master's view that the creature was their pet. He believed the thing should be treated like an equal, or else how could the Master claim to call the Doctor a friend.

It was simple. The Doctor had gone through gene therapy at birth. He had all his Time Lord traits brought to the surface. Yes he had a few unsavory genes but those were vastly diluted to the point a causal medical scan wouldn't pick them up. The Doctor might have a human father but he was less human then he liked to admit.

"Koschei?" The Master flinched and glared up at the voice that dare speak his name. The Master was no child! How dare anyone address him by anything but his chosen name!

The Master glared at the "old" man that now stood before her. She sighed. She was still getting used to his new face. Time Lords can't really tell age by looking at someone. Their soul feels for the soul of another Time Lord. That is how, even with his new face, she could recognize him.

"Honestly Alexandermacedon," The Master glared, speaking the Doctor's own birth name in an attempt to shame him. As the Doctor felt no shame in even the most embarrassing circumstances, it proved ineffective. Still, the Master scolded, "Show some tact. We're in public!"

"How is your family estate public?" The Doctor grinned as he took a seat next too her.

The Master sighed, "Behave." She gently slapped his arm.

They sat in silence as they watched the two suns set in the orange sky.

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● 2000 Years Later

War had erupted on Gallifrey, not the Time War or anything so flashy, but the Doctor's first taste of a real war. Fought with weapons a good deal more advanced then the swords and spears, like he was used to.

A civil war for the soul of their planet... one that it was looking less and less likely the good guys could win.

"But I want to help!" A young Ginger woman glared at her father.

The Doctor huffed, "Are you so eager to go back onto the front lines? You already snuck out there once, against my orders, might I add. How did that work out for you, young Lady?"

The woman glared, "DON'T CALL ME THAT!!!"

The Doctor shrugged, "Have you looked in a mirror? You're a woman now!"

"DOESN'T MEAN I WANT TO BE ADDRESSED AS ONE!!!" She snapped.

"You're lucky they didn't stop both your hearts." The Master glared as she stepped into the room, "Honestly, stop being so selfish!"

"SELFISH!!! For wanting to help!" The woman screamed.

"Thetatropolousvsgholtazsr Sigmaakronosvexsithkada!" The Master snapped out the woman's full name, "You have a new born daughter who now has two mums. Think of her and stop this fantasy!"

"Our planet has erupted into civil war! A civil war that is not only your doing but you're LEADING!!!" She glared at her parents. "If I don't do something my daughter will HAVE no Mums! She will grow up in a world of oppression and poverty! I will not stand by and do NOTHING!!! You raised me to stand up for what is right!'

The Doctor rested a hand on her shoulder, "Please. Don't go out there again. If you want to help, help here. We need officers to discuss strategies."

"YOU LEAD FROM THE FRONT LINES!!!"

"Yes well, I'm stupid," the Doctor smirked.

The Master shrughed, "You know I don't approve of lying to children,"

"I'M NOT A CHILD!!!" Theta roared, "I haven't been a child for two thousand years! You need to stop treating me like one and realize I have something to offer!"

The Doctor glared, "Enough of this, I'm putting my foot down. You will not leave the safety of this compound again."

Theta "gah-ed" and stormed deeper into the room. Acting very much a child.

The Doctor sighed and put a hand to his head.

"It's not like you to be so short with her," The Master observed.

"He reminds me too much of myself to not make myself clear on the matter." The Doctor sighed.

"She." The master smirked.

"Must you push his buttons like that?" The Doctor eyed.

"It's your mutt blood that confuses her." The Master insisted.

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● 16 Years Later

The Master was hugging their daughter's lifeless body as she laid on the metal slab. Her wife was nearby, on a nearby table. The Doctor walked into the morgue, knowing what was about to happen.

"You could have prevented this..." The Master accused. "You and those ridiculous ideals you poured into her hearts. She just wanted to be like you... that's all she wanted... I followed you... against my better judgment, I let you lead half the world into a war they couldn't win!... but why did you have to drag our daughter into it to?"

The Doctor said nothing. He couldn't find the words.

"I've called the High Council." The Master informed, "They should be on their way now..."

"... I know..."

"I'll give you a head start but know if I ever see you again... I'll kill you myself..."

"... I know..."

"You called the Council?" The both turned to see their 16 year old granddaughter. She looked accusingly at the Master.

"Susan," The Master tried. Speaking the girl's chosen name

"After everything father did? After everything he believed in? Your last act of 'love' is to betray everything he stood for!" Susan yelled, "Father died to protect our dream of a free Gallifrey! You shame that!" Susan took the Doctor's hand and pulled him away, "Come Grandfather. We have to evacuate!"

The Doctor lingered a moment. It was clear by the Master's broken expression that he blamed him for Susan's feelings as well. He sighed and left the room with his Granddaughter, sounding the alarm on their way out.

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A/N:
The Doctor currently has his mind trapped in a Fog Watch. He has been living with Celestia for 200 years as a pony named Clockwork, with no idea to his true identity

Feel free to skip this Chapter if you have already read "My Little Galaxy: First Steps" Chapter Two.

● Castle of Friendship
Back with Clockwork
Year 4 of Twilight's Rule

"My goodness, has it been that long?" Clockwork thought to himself with his forehoof around his wife's shoulder.

It must have been around 3 years since he married Ditzy Do. 10 since he fell in love with her during that fateful encounter at the gala.

Rather than taking her last name of Do (Clockwork Do sounded too bizarre, even for his tastes), he took up her childhood nickname: Derpy Hooves.

At first, it was meant to be a teasing name that bullies made up as a mockery for her eyes. They thought they were being clever calling her a "Derp". It used to hurt her a lot. But thankfully, she had a certain rainbow-maned pegasus to be a loyal friend. She was taught to embrace the name and make it her own, finally standing up to the bullies who mocked her.

For a shy pegasus, Ditzy was certainly brave and determined. Both of which Clockwork found... exotic.

Clockwork arrived with Ditzy at the castle entrance. Princess Twilight Sparkle was throwing her annual Nightmare Night party, with the help of a certain pink party pony.

It had caused a bit if a scandal when Twilight moved the capital to Ponyville, but she said it was a better place to represent the union of all ponies.

Clockwork wasn't fooled. She just didn't want to leave her friends. Still Clockwork enjoyed going to these parties. They were much less stuffy then the Gala.

As if to prove that, Ditzy dressed up as a black cat. Clockwork, himself, simply had a piece of notebook paper taped to his chest with the phrase, "I lost my super duper awesome costume for Nightmare Night," written in marker. He made it himself.

Upon entering, they witnessed the sight of almost everypony in Ponyville, all dressed up for the occasion. Clockwork's grin widens when he found somepony he was hoping to see.

"Mother!" He squealed as he galloped to Celestia, who was dressed as a phoenix. Ditzy laughed as she saw her husband pounce on the Princess, smothering her affectionately. Celestia chuckled as she nuzzled him back.

Celestia was living on the sun now, only coming down a few times a year, for events like this. However her Avatar was still very weak in comparison to what it used to be. These trips didn't exactly help her recovery but she still wanted to interact with ponies from time to time.

So she wouldn't be so lonely, Dragon Lord Ember settled a colony on the Sun, with Celestia's permission of course. It was by no means as hot as a real star, being a living planet and all, so the various dragon races were quite comfortable up there.

"I'm glad to see you, Clocky." She cooed, her teasing name for her son caused him to blush but still smile idiotically. "And it's wonderful to see my daughter-in-law." She added as she also shared a hug with Ditzy.

"So good to see you, Celestia." She responded; calling her by her name instead of Princess due to them being technically related now. Celestia was rather insistent on it. She might not be ruling Equestria anymore, but she was still treasured by the various creatures of the world.

There actually quite a few leaders of other nations here, with their families and friends. Twilight turned Nightmare night into a kinda formal informal party. A chance to celebrate with all other races and get to know each other better. It made political sense, given the CUC (Council of United Creatures) that she formed shortly after the Changeling Wars. Strangely that war created a new era of cooperation between all races.

Clockwork shook his head, as per usual thinking a billion thoughts in a single moment.

Derpy and his adoptive mother were just now letting go of each other, and they hadn't been hugging for very long at all.

Celestia smiled, "So how have you two been? Think about having any kids lately?"

Clockwork's eyes widen and his cheeks flushed crimson. "MoOoOoOoOoOom! Are you seriously asking that NOW?!"

"Oh right, like it's my fault that I want a granddaughter to pamper~"

Ditzy couldn't stop herself from giggling. "Don't worry Celestia. Give me a few more weeks. I'll get to work on it."

"Oh, not you too!" Clockwork whined in a fake agitated tone, yet his very amused smile was still present. Clockwork knew Derpy was just teasing. Derpy and he had talked at length about having kids but they agreed to wait on it for a couple decades... no sense telling Mother that. "You girls are impossible, you know that right?"

"But you've been married for so long and you still haven't had any children!" Celestia retorted as she pinched Clockwork's cheeks. "Maybe some kids will give you some responsibilities and an excuse to go outside?"

"Mother, please. What did I tell you about the pinching thing around Ditzy!?"

"Oh, I don't mind it."

"See? She doesn't mind it."

Despite the embarrassment, Clockwork still loved it. After all, how could he say no to affectionate love from his mother and the adorable giggles of his beloved wife? He truly was in paradise...

*BOOOOOOOOOOOM!*

The music from the DJ table and the friendly chatter immediately came to a halt. Celestia dropped her loving mood and quickly adapted her cautious posture, as everything eerily came to a silence. At instinct, Clockwork wrapped his forelegs around his wife, protecting her from what may occur right at this second. He could feel his wife's heart pounding from fear, yet for some reason, his own heart pounded much harder.

"Everypony stay here." Twilight Sparkle instructed the ponies as she and five other ponies followed her to the front door. Clockwork couldn't help himself as he slowly moved his head a bit to take a peek at what is going outside. Twilight nodded at her friends as she carefully opened the door. What she saw caused her to fill with complete fear as the door slowly opened. Her friends saw what she saw and were filled with the same horror. The ponies of Ponyville witnessed what was happening and were struck with terror.

Ditzy hugged her husband tighter as Celestia looked on solemnly at the sight. Clockwork felt absolute fear in his heart. Yet it felt like the fear had always been tugging there for a long time...

A large army stood just outside.

A certain portion of the army was strange looking statues. They resembled the old human myth but with wings and long stone dresses. They covered their faces with their hands and looked like they were weeping.

Another portion was gray cyborgs in a humanoid structure, with no emotions on their metallic faces. The remaining parts of the army were cyborg aliens that resemble 6 foot tall pepper pots. Finally, one stallion stood in front of the army. A ginger unicorn with gears for a Cutie Mark.

Twilight Sparkle looked on with discomfort but proceeded to venture outside, the cool wind blowing across her face as she glanced at the tremendous size of the army. As her friends slowly walked up next to her, Twilight finally found her voice and spoke up. "W-who are you?"

The ginger unicorn slowly looked up to stare at the newly crowned Queen of Equestria. Celestia was able to get a good look at him and felt her breathing cease. "Clockwork." She whispered at her adoptive son. "Take your wife and hide."

"But moth-"

She grabbed his shoulders and gave him an angry look. "Do it."

Not wanting to argue any further, he grabbed Ditzy and ran deeper into the crowd, choosing to hide under a table with a cloth.

Twilight Sparkle did not receive an answer, so after taking another step, she repeated her question with some courage returning. "I said, who ar-"

"I am the Master. Now then, where is he?"

The unicorn's response caught Twilight off guard for a quick moment before she regained her senses. "Where is who?"

The Master's eye twisted in an unspeakable rage yet his expression remained bored. "Where. Is. The. Doctor?"

Twilight looked at her friends with a confused look on her face. She quickly saw how they were more confused than herself. Twilight even turned back to the townsponies and saw how they did not understand what was going on or who was this "Doctor."

"Where...is...THE DOCTOR!?" The Master roared, his last two words were followed by the army charging.

From his hiding spot, Clockwork could peek out and see what was going on. And what he saw caused his eyes to widen in disgust. He could see the destruction, smell the ashes, and hear the chaos. He saw the unspeakable aliens devastate anypony that stood in their paths.

Even with Twilight Sparkle's, with her impressive magic and power of the other Elements of Harmony, couldn't fully contain the annihilation that was occurring in the town. In the heart of the devastation, he could see his foster mother fighting against the same ginger unicorn from before.

Celestia felt rage engulf her as she glared at the calm unicorn. Her horn began to glow as she spoke gravely to The Master. "You will not harm these innocent ponies."

"Useless." The Master muttered as he nonchalantly shook his head. "Just plain useless."

"What do you want?"

"Are you ponies deaf? I come for The Doctor."

"Which doctor?" Celestia toyed, but she obviously knew.

"Just bloody useless!" The Master hissed as he shot a beam of green light at Celestia, causing her to fall down to the ground. The sight of his mother nearly being killed caused Clockwork to almost run out of his hiding spot, had not his wife held him back for their safety.

"Don't toy with me, pony." The Master said as he glared at a coughing Celestia. "I know you are aware of The Doctor's location. Now be a good pony and tell me where he is..."

Celestia just spat on the ground as she smirked at The Master. "You'll have to kill me if you want to know."

The Master's horn began to glow as he stared evilly at the fallen pony. "Then I have no choice but to oblige your request..."

"NOOOOOOO!!!"

Clockwork did not know how, but he somehow managed to appear in front of Celestia, standing on his back legs with his forelegs spread out. Celestia looked up in amazement as she stared at her panting foster son, letting out beads of sweat from his forehead while shakily glaring at the ginger unicorn.

The Master did not seem to be bothered by the intrusion of this pony. Yet deep down, this pony felt...odd. He did not say a word as he quietly examined Clockwork whilst in deep thought. Clockwork and Celestia could feel their hearts violently pumping out from their chests yet did not act out as The Master continued his observations.

Finally, after 66.6 seconds, The Master's face soon changed. He let out a triumphant smile as he spoke to Clockwork. "I finally found you."

Clockwork shook his head as he stared at this lunatic. "W-what on Earth are you t-talking about..?"

"Oh, of course, you do not understand. I will admit, it is hard for me to recognize you the mortal way." The Master replied, "Eyes don't really take in everything there is too a person, do they?"

Using his magic to levitate something from Celestia. Clockwork got a good look on what The Master had obtained: a strange looking pocket watch. It looked old, too old. Watches didn't even exist long enough to be so old. The Master casually tossed the watch into Clockwork's hooves.

"Open it." The Master demanded before lifting up Celestia by the throat with his magic. "Or she dies."

His magic soon tightened around Celestia's throat, almost choking her. Despite her current predicament, she expressed grave concern for her son. "Clockwork! Please! Don't!"

Clockwork stared at his mother, on the verge of death, before glancing at the nonchalant unicorn. Clockwork felt numbness. He could not feel the stinging cold from the cool wind. He could not feel the tears that were staining his face. He could not feel the agonizing emotions that were plaguing his body.

His mother had done all she could do for him. There was nothing he could do to greatly express his appreciation and thanks for all she gave him. Yet he caused her problems with his own problems. She begged him not to do it. But she suffered enough. Suffered for his own sake.

With his teeth nearly bleeding from the deep frown and gritted teeth, he finally opened the watch.

Golden light erupted from the watch and poured into the Earth Pony's pores. The next thing Clockwork knew, he fell down to the ground as the watch dropped from his hooves. He almost felt his head go on fast forward before hitting stop.

He gasped as his head shot up in the air. It was all coming back...

He is The Doctor, an alien, a Time Lord, who, through sheer power and experience, ascended into godhood. Something that brought him nothing but misery ever since.

He never wanted to be a god and often struggled to maintain his mortal limitations. He wasn't nearly on Discord's level, as he was far too young for that, only half a million years old he guessed.

This was his 42nd Regeneration. Like the Phoenix he could restructure his body on his death and rejuvenate. Unlike the Phoenix he could end up regenerating into any sentient creature in the universe. It was sorta like reincarnation but he remembered everything from his past lives and usually didn't have to worry about going through puberty again.

Unfortunately, as it is like reincarnation, every Regeneration views his past lives in a different way. He is still the same person at his core but thinks a little differently due to having a new brain chemistry.

Sometimes he sees himself as a savior or a common wanderer. Other times he saw himself as the villain.

This Regeneration was one of those. He looked back on his life and saw a monster, a demon. He spent his first night in his life counting the lives he's taken. The number was in the trillions and he was certain he had forgotten far more... how could you forget something like that? When did taking a life became so second nature you didn't bother to remember?

Those weren't even counting the people who died from his indirect actions, or the people he just failed to save... most of his loved ones fell into both of those categories... friends... family... his child... WHY THE HELL WOULD ANYONE WHAT TO REMEMBER THIS!?

This face realized something... he was the problem. For all his eagerness to help he has done far more damage to the universe as a whole. Everything he touches, it rots away. Complete oblivion. All he wanted to do is do good, yet every time he does makes so many suffer as a result. He is the cause of it and, worst of all, was nothing he could do to stop it. The final straw was the alliance. All of his worst enemies had allied themselves with each other, forming a fleet dedicated to The Doctor's demise.

At that moment, The Doctor believed there was only one thing to do to stop the ashes from burning, abandon it all. He went into hiding, on a little backwards planet that his face came from, Equus.

He went to the local Celestial, the living spirit of a dwarf star. True her shell was weak from being away from her real body for being too long, but she understood a little something about being a god wanting to connect with mortals.

He asked her to watch him, make sure he didn't do anything too terrible as a mortal. Then he used an old machine he hadn't used in millions of years. It wiped his mind and rearranged his biology... it turned him into a normal everyday mortal, with memories of a mortal life loosely based on his own but made to fit into this world.

He was able to start a new life to abandon the guilt his real life has caused. Using the fob watch, his memories were locked away. With his memories washed away seemingly forever, Celestia adopted him... that had not been part of the plan.

The Doctor was gone. Thus Clockwork was born.

Until now.

After his mind was refreshed, The Doctor calmly got up from the ground before dusting himself. He took off the ridiculous Post-it note and tossed it to the floor. He quietly turned to Celestia, who was too injured to stand up properly. He did not look at her with pity like before. He looked at her with disgust.

"So, was it worth it?" He asked with sarcasm in his tone. "Having me around just for some technical knowledge?"

The comment alone caused Celestia's pain to burn further. She looked up to the pony she once called her son with heartbroken eyes. She spoke to him, "It...it made you happy. Remember?"

The Doctor just growled before turning away from her with shame building up in his body. "If you wanted to you could have tried harder to stop me. This world has skipped right over the last thousand years of industrial advancement! It's a miracle you didn't kill yourself with the trinkets I gave you... it's likely how the alliance was able to track me here,"

"Please...Clock-"

"MY NAME IS NOT CLOCKWORK!"

His fury-driven yell caused Celestia to shrink back a bit and The Master to raise an eyebrow in amusement.

"It never was my name in the first place..." The Doctor quietly mumbled as he closed his eyes. Celestia watched him with shame and pity, knowing that he was right.

With nothing else to say, Celestia ignored the pain and got up to solemnly walk away. Before she left The Doctor's sight, she parted with him some final words to say, "The universe needs you. I don't believe that all you touch is destroyed. Regardless of what happens, I want you to know this: You may not have been my son by blood, but that does not mean that I will not miss you. Goodbye...my...son..." She soon left his sight with fresh tears staining her eyes.

The Doctor did not bother her with a response or retort.

He looked at The Master. The Doctor's mortal enemy... and best friend.

They used to play together under the orange sky of Gallifrey, the Time Lord's homeworld.

As children they went to the Academy together, learning how to be time travelers... they had done so much... become so much to each other... they even shared their heat together... had a daughter... who died in a civil war the Doctor started...

The Master never forgave him. If anything he made it his mission to kill the Doctor for leading their child to ruin... but there was no question... the master was, and would always be, the Doctor's best friend.

No one knew him better, no one cared more about him... even after all they had been through. The Doctor would die for the Master... and the Master would laugh at the selfless act.

The master died some few million years ago, when his younger self killed his last regeneration... because she, as she had regenerated into a girl, had finally forgiven the Doctor... her past self was disgusted by the very thought and they ended up killing each other.

This master seemed a good deal younger then that.

The Master spoke with a smirk on his face, "We've met before, remember? You know me from my past and your future."

"Right..." The Doctor added as he glared at The Master. "You're an early Regeneration yourself." he began walking around the master, observing his soul, "I'd say before Saxon or even Professor Yana," he touch his head and heard the ginger's thoughts, "The drums are still quiet, you're not yet a threat,"

The Master had a signal attached to his brain, a distress call from the Time War that drove him mad long before he could figure it out. However the signal was quiet right now. Probably just a gentle ringing in his ears... he really wasn't a threat at this stage.

The master looked offended at that but moved on, "You know about my tick already?"

The doctor distracted him with, "Why do you always get the cool regenerations. A bloody ginger unicorn, so unfair," The Doctor childishly pouted, "So how did you find me? I hope you're not with the army."

The Master smirked, "You were actually the one to find me, just not yet. Time Travel, am I right, even gives a Time Lord a headache. You were even kind enough to let me travel with you." The Master added before laughing. "You know, since I'm the one who woke you that means YOU always knew who I was. You really are a good friend to help an advisory in need. So consider us even."

The Master paused a bit to marvel at the destruction from the aliens and ponies battling against each other. "The moment you found me and took me in," The Master explained, "was the moment you knew who you truly were."

The Doctor turned around, seeing the battle that was still striking the town. He let out a scowl at The Master. "This is exactly what I wanted to avoid."

The Master shook his head but still devilishly smiled, "Have you forgotten? You're the monster here. Hell, we're both the monsters. Whatever footsteps we make, death will fill them. Anything you look at, you can even see its inevitable destruction."

He stepped forward to place a hoof on The Doctor's shoulder.

"All this time, you spent it by whining and complaining about it. You know it's about time you embrace it. Or would you prefer that all these ponies around you, these lovely little primitives you befriended, die horrible agonizing deaths? The universe cannot function without someone willing to stain their souls with blood and carnage. Someone that allows the ignorant to play the part of the innocents."

The Doctor simply glared at the smiling Master as he shook off his hoof from his shoulder. Without saying a word, or changing his angry expression, The Doctor left The Master and immediately walked into the heart of the battle.

"I just wanted a happy life." He thought out loud before arriving where the fighting was the most intense. "A happy life as a mortal... How dare you wake me up from this dream and return me into this living nightmare!!!!"

Letting out a loud yell, he stomped his hoof on the ground, creating a wave that struck the nearby aliens. In a mere second, they aged millions of years, causing them to be reduced to dust that blew away with the wind.

After the dust was gone from site, the aliens saw the furious Doctor standing in their way and attacked. The Doctor did not flinch as the laser beams began to slow down in mid-air before finally stopping. While the time around him began to slow down, his own Time Stream was accelerating at an alarming rate.

He walked calmly to each monster, yet to them it seemed that he was blessed with super speed. The Doctor jammed his hoof into each of the Cybermen's bodies one by one, staining his hoof in oil and blood. Occasionally, he ripped out their body parts and jammed them into other Cybermen. As he began to mutilate them, he lost track of the damage and destruction he was causing or how he was causing it. By the time he was done, there was nothing but scraps and parts surrounding the terrifying pony.

As soon as all of the Cybermen were taken care of, he walked up to the large amounts of the Weeping Angels. He stared at them with agonizing malice, confident that the Weeping Angels can sense his presence and enjoyed their potential fear against him. Treading past the hordes of statues, The Doctor clapped his hooves struggled to pull them apart. He ripped a whole in the fabric of time and sucked the army of statues inside, letting the time vortex disintegrate them at a subatomic level. Once every Angel was gone he squeezed his hoofs back together to close the portal.

At long last, he finally stood in front of the Daleks. Each of them began to fire their deadly laser rays yet fail to hit the agile Doctor running towards them. The Doctor ran through a crowd of Daleks that stood in his way, causing a certain amount to shake violently before exploding into pieces.

The Doctor began to pant as he stared at the final horde of the Daleks. Each alien could see the death and violence in the eyes of the Doctor. One of them tried to back away from the Doctor. Unfortunately for it, The Doctor noticed this before spitting on the ground.

Right before the Daleks fired, The Doctor froze time and immediately ran towards the pieces of fallen Daleks and Cybermen. He calmly sat down and spent the next few hours / seconds putting the pieces together into a pile of small grenades.

With time being slowed down, The Doctor can see the massive chemical reaction as the Daleks guns heated up. He calmly walked to each Dalek and crammed a grenade into the barrel.

He could see the laser impact itself on the homemade bomb, ready for its devastating combustion. The grenades went off and each of the Daleks blew up.

Finally all but one Dalek remained, one out of an army of billions.

"MER-CY!!!" The Dalek cried. A creature of pure hate and rage, engineered to feel nothing else, coward before the Doctor.

"I gave you mercy," The Doctor informed as he slowly walked up to it, "You think I left out of some sense of self preservation? I left out of pity for you. I allowed you to live and you spat in my face for the kindness. I have no mercy left,"

The Doctor raised his hoof, as it glowed with yellow energy, and slowly turned it, causing the Dalek to age and scream until he was reduced to dust.

Finally, The Doctor returned back to look at the ponies around him.

The townsponies of Ponyville were nearly blinded and deafened by the tremendous explosion where the Daleks once stood. When they looked up, they saw nothing but ruins and piles of pieces spread across the entire area. All that stood was the pony they once called Clockwork. But they did not see Clockwork. They saw a savior somehow more cruel then the monsters that attacked.

The Stallion did not care at all what anypony thought of this situation. All he cared that his happiness was dead and he delivered payback to the ones who were responsible. He looked around for the ginger unicorn that he was talking to before but could not find him.

He turned around and finally noticed Ditzy Do standing with a shocked look on her face. His wife...or so he had thought. The Doctor decided not to focus more into that. A loud wheezing groan roared from behind him. Light began to fade in and out as a blue police box materialized into existence. She was still waiting for him after all these years.

The Doctor took one last look at the gray mare before he headed inside the police box.

"Wait!"

All of a sudden, Ditzy appeared in front of him, her fear from what she witnessed not leaving her face but was rather masked by determination. The Doctor simply scoffed at her.

"Move."

"No."

The Doctor just narrowed his eyes at the gray mare. How annoying. "There is nothing for you. Your husband is dead. No. He didn't even exist in the first place."

He stepped into the TARDIS with a stoic look on his face. He did not look back at Ditzy as he continued, "Your husband is no more." He finished as he heard the door close automatically.

"You're wrong."

He quickly turned and saw Ditzy step into the TARDIS with tears on her face but gritted teeth that signaled her courage as she stared deeply into the Doctor's eyes. "You're wrong! He is still alive! He still exists!"

"...All I have to do is find him," She laid a hoof on his chest, "In here," she insisted, "I heard what you said to Celestia, and what that red unicorn said to you. I know, somewhere in here my Clockwork is buried. All that, the Stallion I loved, couldn't have come from nothing!" She stepped around him, deeper into the TARDIS, "I'm going to find him, and you're going to help me."

The Doctor did not say a word. He didn't have to. He continued to look at the mare before him, the mare who witnessed what the Doctor had done yet did not back down. Determined to find the pony whom she loves and will swear to die by his side.

For a shy pegasus, Ditzy was certainly brave and determined. Both of which The Doctor found... exotic.