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The following is a notepad that had been found inside Patient N.013's saddlebag after he was declared dead. It was used daily by him as a diary, with every page being a resume of each day he had in Ponyville explaining in details his research and events that came about to him and his partner. Four of the two-hundred pages have been used for this purpose, one was left completely blank, nearly a dozen had drawings on them and the rest are covered in undecipherable scribblings.
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Day 1:
On the first page of the pad it is completely blank. This was compensated by the subject on the second page, describing the reasons of the postponement.
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Day 2: Tuesday, 28th October.
2136 Hours
Alright, I'm sorry for being late, but last night I just wasn't in the mood to make a report of my first day in ██████, and with good reasons that I'll explain later on.
First I'd like to mention that this town is a total shit hole, as if the town's development degraded instead of advancing in time. The settlements look like they haven't been maintained in a while, the roads are broken and terribly dark at night for that matter, and the inhabitants are something to reconsider your choices in staying here. But that was only my first impression, as the apartment that ██████ and I have acquired for our stay proves otherwise as being well-maintained and very comfy. The scary looking settlers in this town are themselves quite amicable despite most of them being of considerable degree. This doesn't change the fact that the roads just suck!
Yesterday's morning was just plain awkward for me. After waking up, I found ██████ along with a mare in his bed, both of them completely hung over from their 'adventures' last night. Fortunately for him, I managed to find a pair of sunglasses in my suitcase and found some ice that I placed inside a bag, but no painkillers for his migraine. Even so, it still took an hour to drag him out of the building because he was resentful in going outside. We were on our way to the town's library until we came across a strange pony, known as ██████, who was rambling some fake, but some what accurate prophecy of ██████████████████. I told him to move away, before my presence disturbed him greatly and continued saying more nonsense, this time about me. That was until the rest of the citizens carried him away, a hilarious sight it was. But then these ponies also became disturbed after I asked them politely what his ranting was about, all running away from me. What it something that I said?
Eventually, me and ██████ did arrive at the library, where we met the town's librarian, ██████. A real nice and good looking mare I say, she was...never mind that previous statement. In our stay over there, we met again █████████, the bartender from last night. Unfortunately we didn't stay enough to start a conversation with the two, as they insisted us both to leave because they had some important matter to speak of. I wonder what it could of been so that they rushed us so unexpectedly? None of the less, we took what remaining time we had to explore all around █████████. After walking around for a long time, we decided to call it a day and get back to our apartment to start our studies on ██████████, that was until I saw strange activity at the corner of our street, revealing to be once again ██████, this time acting and disguised as a robot. I then decided to follow him, a greedy attempt to study the bizarre psychology and his claims of encountering ███████████, a decision that I ended up regretting later.
Never will I attempt to follow somepony who is as crazy as he is, the pursuit was just grueling and my ears now hate me for what I made them go through. Upon arriving at his 'house', which was actually just a few metal foils tied to an amazing amount of tin cans, his door literally fell off as I knocked on it and he greeted me with only a grunt. I did permit myself to go inside, and this is where it took a turn to the disturbing: his wallpapers were just newspapers that all talked about kidnappings and disappearances that went throughout Equestria. He was onto something, not exactly sure what it was. Maybe he was aware of the dragon-pony war going on? Anyways, his mood suddenly changed when he greeted me to have some tea with him. I did accept, as for he was my chance in getting to know more about ██████ and ████████████. After showing him ████████████, his reaction was immediate and began rambling things that were similar to what he went on earlier that day. I tried reasoning with him that it was only a tome, but he became aggressive and launched at me, holding me high in the air with his hooves. He continued on with his speech, and I could of sworn that he had cast a spell, summoning darkness all around us. I was terrified at that point, I could barely speak but I managed to say a few things that apparently calmed him down, the darkness soon vanished away. It was then that I realized that he was amnesic, after he offered me more tea as if nothing had happened. I couldn't stay after that, so I ran away. And then....I don't remember much, but I know I was coming back to the apartment where we resided. ██████ furiously greeted me at the door after he came down the stairs, but I just couldn't talk to him. And this is why I didn't make a report the previous night.
Now, for what we did today: absolutely nothing but study and occasionally go out to get some food. We did come across a few familiarities as we went out, such as ████████ and █████████, but we didn't really stay long enough engage into an important conversation as ██████ and I were in a hurry to get back to our studies. I'll leave it at there, because now I'm completely worn out from all the studying. See you tomorrow!
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Day 3: Wednesday, 29th October.
1337 Hours
Today, ████████ and I had a crazy idea for our research on ████████: we visited the abandoned shed in the outskirts of █████████ where the Elements of ████████ used to reside, also known as 'the traces of darkness' by the locals. We did have a glimpse of it when we arrived two nights ago, but back then was already too dark and unclear to see the place, but today is our chance to get an up-close view of that place. I'm really excited for this!
1953 hours
As we left, many curious ponies asked where we were heading and when we answered them, they always ended up either begging us not to go or slowly trotted away from our position, all of which had fear in their eyes. We dismissed their pleas and ███████ mentioned that some ponies in towns like this one are always very superstitious, but we immediately understood their fears when we arrived at the shed: the place was really eerie looking. At that moment, I had a feeling as if somepony had followed us and were now observing us, something that I had felt in the first night. But I forgot about the feeling and we broke inside the place... for science that is!
Upon inside, we found what was quite expected: overgrown plants crawling everywhere and many rotten and broken wooden planks that we nearly killed ourselves at many repetitions, figuratively that is. We made a few experiments all around the place, but most of which had resulted with disturbing news: the floors, walls and even the damn ceilings had traces of blood! And not just animal blood...pony blood was also discovered. We both agreed to immediately leave the place and never come back and as we did, I saw through one of the first floor's windows something that caught my attention: the figure of a pegasus in between trees that resided in the Everfree Forest in a distance. After that I turned my attention elsewhere for a few seconds and looked back to that figure, it had vanished!
As I'm writing this, we just about came back from there a while ago and we are now planning in heading at ██████████, to get a few drinks and chat with some locals, do something to forget the horror we witnessed back at the shed. Maybe I'll get to see ██████████ and engage in a conversation with her. Gesundhoof!
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Day 4: Thursday, 30th October.
1217 Hours
Wow, it was a hell of good times last night! I still have this particularly catchy tune stuck to my head, it was just that catchy! Anyways, █████████ is still asleep at the moment, and I'm trying to get myself too excited after remembering last night's events! I even had a chance to talk with ███████ for a while, that was until ███████ stood on the counter and started waving his......nevermind. This doesn't need anymore details.
Now that we are done with the books that █████████ offered us, I'll soon be on my way to return them to her, if not now. On a side note before I leave, we got mail from Princess Celestia. It said that we'll have to cut it short on the research, as instead of leaving on Sunday we'll be leaving this Saturday, like this causes much of a difference. I'll come back to write some more on you, my little note-y!
1735 Hours
Oh my goddess, I kissed her! I kissed █████████! Ok ok ok Shadow Rush keep it together! It isn't that much of a big deal is it? Who am I kidding, I kissed a mare by accident and...and...I liked it. Ok let's all summarize what happened:
I arrived over there as I had expected. As I knocked on the door, I heard some banging inside. I rushed inside to see what had happened and found that she had tripped on a staircase. She seemed dazed from her experience so I helped her get up before I told her that I had come to drop the books she had given me the other day, and that I had come to take more. Her expression became perplexed at those words and became impressed how the two of us finished nearly two dozen books in less than four days. We then engaged into a conversation that despite the fact it felt like time had not passed at all, it had actually lasted over four hours long! I had to remind myself that I had to pick up the books from her, so we went together look for the books in the library. As we organized the books, she yet again tipped over on some books that were in her way and fell on me, and before we knew it, our lips had connected. After being in disarray for a few instants, I immediately got up ran away, leaving her and the books behind.
Right now ███████ left to get the books back, but right now I feel so ashamed to what happened and that I did something so stupid. Yet I feel...relieved, I just don't know why but I feel relieved. My body and mind has been acting very strange ever since it happened.
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Oh no, that means I've just compromised one of the rules that Princess Celestia ordered me not to do! I couldn't make any friends here in █████████, and now I just came back after kissing a mare on her lips! What do I do, what do I do?
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Zequus is at the door right now, gotta go!
2458 Hours
Crap, I completely forgot that tomorrow is Nightmare Night! I better go off early with Zequus to find some costumes! Maybe there is some tailor in town that could help us.
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Day 5: Friday, 31st October.
1943 Hours
Happy Nightmare Night! Apparently, Nightmare Night is real big deal here in ██████████, because apparently it was the night when over a century ago the Elements of Magic had convinced to the town that the newly arrived Princess Luna was not Nightmare Moon. Ever since, it has been not only a holiday night, but a night in honor to this brave mare who showed everypony else that looks and rumors are not to be trusted.
The Elements of Magic, if the story of ██████████████ is true, she was kidnapped on the final night of the week after Nightmare Night by the ghoulish figure of █████████████. Such a sad and strange story. Now that I've been searching for over five days on subjects about █████████, I'm starting to wonder if the story is true after all and if the inhabitants of this town have been hiding the truth all the long. I'll ask ███████████ about this tonight.
Putting my worries aside, ███████ and I did manage to find a pair of costumes from a tailor by the name of Woven Webs! I got the coolest one: a zompony costume. I don't know why, but I've always liked myths about the living dead coming back to life, a reason why I was looking forward to this assignment. Not that I've encountered any zompony so far, but it has its own thrills. ███████ on the other hoof, got himself an oreo cookie costume. That's right, he's going to be a zebra...wearing an oreo costume. I'm dying of laughter at these thoughts!
Anyways, we've been invited to a party that's going to be at ███████'s library. It's called the 'Treehouse of Horror' event, and there's going to be everypony in town over there enjoying music, drinking and conversing with each other. I don't know about all this, considering that we'll be around some very worrying individuals, but the fact that I know that ███████ will be there is very...relieving. ███████ is just about done putting on his costume now, stay tuned to the stories of Shadow Rush the unicorn!
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͆͐ͤDI͗ͪ̂ͮ̀Eͪ͌̊ͪ̊ ̽͌Dͭ̊́͗̂Iͫ͂Ẻ̐̑ ̅̅DIͮͤ̽Ẽ̇ͤ͆ͧ͊ ̈̑D̑Ỉ̆͂̓ͧ͛̓E̔̑ Dͨ͗̂̅I͑̒̈́̿̔̍E̔ ̀̃ͫDͥ̉̇̅̉̌͆Ĩ̽ͫ̄E ͭD͋̑͊I͋̒̿̔E͌̋͆̃̐ͪ̌ ͦͪ͛D͂Ïͥͫͭ̎́E͛̀ ̋D̂ͧ̾ͮͫ̄̽Îͭ̾̇̽̆E͌̔ͩ̓̀ͪ ͧ̒̈̑Ď͐ͪͤͬͤ̇I͊͑̋ͩ͐̔̈́E̋̌̚ ͛ͦ͐ͮ͌D̋I̽Eͣ̈́ͩ̿ͮͤ ̈̅̃̓͌̉̀DI͂̍ͮ͗ͬ͆E͊ DI̒͌Ė ̔̽ͤ̈ͩ͑D̂ͮ͗͆̀̒̓IͬͫEͪ͊ ̏̅͑͆̅̚D͊͂͛͐ͫ͐Ȋͯ͑ͦ̿Eͧ͂ͪ̽͒͐̚ ̔͗͊̾Dͫ̈̓̓IEͧ̈́͂̎͆̿ͫ ̄̅D͐̾̑͛̉Iͭ͊E̔ͭ͛ͭͦ̀ D͊̉͊̾̾I͐ͮ̒É͊͆̎̅ ̂̓ͤ͑ͣDͬ͗ͦͥI̍ͤ̍̒͗̿Ē͆͐͌̏̍̋ ̏̓̀̃ͩͧ̏D̋̀̔I̊̿͋̂̐̏E ͦ̄̋ͣͭDͬͭ̄ͩ̇̓̂I͑ͣ̽̈́̅̓E̓ͬͧ̑̂̎ ͩ̇ͫͬDͥ̓Ĩ̉͆E͑ͨͣ ̒̌͗D͂IͧEͪ͒ DĨE͐̂ͧ͋̓̅ ͥ̌D͑͐ͮ͒ḮĖ̅̌̓̅ͥ̆ ͪ̈̔ͦ̉̏DIͫĔ͒̽ͮͫ̒ ͌Ď̓I͊̌ͮͩE̊̃͑ D͗̇Iͬ̅Ë̅ ͭ͆̆̇̈́ͨD̅̋I̎̃ͦEͣ̿
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The following pages are crude drawings of macabre acts being committed with scribblings of a lost language covering all of the drafts. It was at this point where most previous readers of these notes had started showing the mentioned symptoms. We currently do not know the individual who engaged in drafting inside Patient N.013's notepad and enchant it with a powerful spell, nor do we know of his intentions.