"Alright, Forest. Pinkie should be about done with her victim. I'm going to head out. Make sure you're ready when I'm back, ok?" I reminded her.
Forest nodded. "I know. Good luck."
"Be back soon." I opened the door and walked to the outskirts of the forest. Or as most ponies would call it, the edge of Ponyville.
Early on, I had magicked a door in Pinkie's basement, hidden from anypony's eyes but my own. Now, I just follow the tunnel and wait.
"Um.. Uh... Bingo! Here it is!" I exclaimed once I found the door. Trying to stay quiet as possible, I began to crawl through until I reached a dead end. There, I sat and waited until I heard hoofsteps. Finally, I heard Pinkie Pie trot upstairs to get more insulin. I opened the door.
Oh no... I thought to myself. I recognized that pony from anywhere. It was Fender, Forest's best friend. My stomach churned, but I had a job to do. I used my horn to poof up a Fender look-alike.
And before you ask, no, that's not a normal thing. But it's my special talent. (I know, weird. Trust me, I was surprised too.) Breathing through my mouth, I gently levitated the colt onto my back, replacing him with the decoy.
I heard hoofsteps and hurried back inside the tunnel.
"Okie dokie, Fender lokie! Time to wake up again! I wasn't done with you, you know. I had more body puns!" Pinkie complained. What she didn't know was that the adrenalin wouldn't wake 'him' up.
Once I knew the coast was clear, I began to trek back through the tunnel, wondering how I would tell Forest Shine.
But the time passed before I knew it. Knock, knock!
"Hey sis. Who today? Are you both alr-FENDER!!!" Forest squealed.
I sighed. "Shh... I know, it's okay. C'mon."
Forest trotted after me, helping me lay him down.
I quickly examined to see what intestines would need to be replaced prosthetically. I took a breath.
"Alright Forest, I need the cart first off." I told her as I looked.
"Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh! He'sdeadHe'sdeadHe'sgottobedead!"
I looked back at my hyperventilating sister. "He's not dead, Forest. He's fine." Right now, at least. I groaned. We didn't have time unless I wanted to give my sister something to REALLY cry about.
"I know it's hard, but there's still a chance. But Forest, I need you to help me, or there won't be."
Forest nodded, and pushed over my cart of supplies.
I noticed Forest trying hardly not to vomit as I worked. "Maybe you should go check on the other victims?" I asked her. I knew I wouldn't want to see my friend's guts- or rather, lack of guts.
She nodded. "Okay."
She walked out of the room, and I got back to work.
...
"Alright. Now for the final part. It's all or nothing." I murmured to myself.
"Is there anything else you need me to do?" Forest Shine asked.
"You can pray that this works." I told her.
Because this last piece was it. This could make or break everything. I COULD NOT mess this up.
I breathed, and lit my horn. I picked up the last part and moved it. And I placed it.
And I had done it! I smiled, relieved.
"Is he okay?" Forest asked anxiously.
I smiled in return, and nodded.
"Thank Celestia!" She began to cry.
Once I has sewn everything up and let it heal a little up, Fender was ready to wake up.
I woke him up.
He looked around a minute, observing where he was and who he was with.
"Fender?" Forest asked. "Are you okay? Please say something."
Fender opened his mouth. Forest hopped up to where the table was. "What?"
He sighed and looked at her. "Careful. There's some crazy stuff going on in that basement."
Forest chuckled and hugged him, tears pouring down her cheeks.
"You were dead! I swear! I was terrified!"
"YOU were terrified?" I mumbled, thinking of Fender. He didn't seem to mind, though.
Tears began to form up in his eyes as well. "I know. Trust me." He said shakily. "But I'm okay. I'm alive."
"You're alive." Forest repeated, as though she couldn't believe it. "You really are!"