I Can't Help But Expect The Worst

by Clearnote


Epilogue

Inside the box, there were two boxes.

One must be the cure, and one must be the spell itself, I told myself.

Now, it would have been hard to figure which is which, but Clearnote had labeled them, 'Servant Potion' and 'Servant Potion Cure'.

I hate stupid coincidences, but I was okay with it for this once, just this once.

Wind Whistler dipped her hoof in and licked it off.

"Ewwwww!" she cried, startled with its terrible taste.

Luckette and I giggled.

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We watched Sunberry release Clearnote from her grip.

"Be good!" she winked, joking.

Then we all laughed, and started to trot towards Ponyville together.

"I can't wait until you meet these ponies that I met yes..." Wind Whistler started to say.

She didn't finish that sentence.

The sound of laughter rang through the air. It wasn't jumbled, joyful, sweet laughter. It wasn't mocking, sarcastic laughter. No, it was evil, clear, loud laughter, the kind that felt like it was sending soundwaves wherever it went.

We turned back to the wicked pegasus we had left behind. She was floating in the sky, her sclera turned tar black. Her magenta mane and tail were now streaked with midnight indigo (at first, I thought it was black, too). Her wicked trills rang through the air.

"This doesn't look good," Sunberry noted.

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We were running for our lives. We had no idea what this pony could or would do. Quickly we dashed to toward the town. We were at the edge of the Everfree Forest now. Where I had first been when I was thrown from the portal.

Suddenly, I hear something. Something familiar. Too familiar.

I turn back for a second to see it, above our heads: the portal.

A teal unicorn falls out from the portal in the sky high above.

Now all I hear is my scream, piecing loud and shrieking.

"Fizzy!"