Twilight glanced hesitantly over towards Trixie, her mind jittery and unsure about being left alone with her while Lucid and Rainbow Dash went to search for the remainder of her friends. Maybe I could bring in some of the other plague-ridden and we could have a grand old time, maybe get one of them to do it. Then I wouldn’t feel responsible. Twilight let her eyes glaze over as she looked out into the distance.
Why am I even trying anyway? Even if we somehow get the elements together we would still have to somehow find the source of this plague, and that probably isn’t going to happen. It would just be so much easier to embrace the dark. Trixie glanced over toward Twilight, whose mouth was beginning to turn into a sneer. The librarian’s head snapped toward the showmare, her eyes narrow and her pupils dilated.
Without warning the mare jumped at her prey, quickly pinning the handicap to the ground. “Twilight!? What are you doing?!” The mare tried to struggle, but her efforts were in vain as the cannibalistic pony stared back at her, licking her lips. “Twilight, you don’t want to do this!”
“Why not? It’s not like we’re going to get out of this situation. We’re fighting a losing battle, I can see it already. The dark will succeed in the end. Every candle dies, the only question is whether the elements or time does it in.”
“What are you talking about? Lucid has a cure, we’re going to get out of this.” Trixie said as she stared pleadingly into the demented eyes of the pony above her.
“That monster? He’s probably killing us with this ‘cure of his’. I’m perfectly fine and I never got injected with that crap.”
“You call this perfectly fine? This is what your expectations have deteriorated to? This disease is changing your mind Twilight and you’re losing the fight.”
Twilight reared up slightly and dropped her legs back on Trixie’s appendages, causing her to flinch. “WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO THEN?” The shout that exited Twilight’s mouth was full of rage, but underneath it Trixie thought she heard a tone of sadness.
“Simple.” A box collided with Twilight’s side, knocking her off the mare. As the librarian hit the ground the box pressed tightly down on one of her limbs while Trixie held down the others. “We are the doctor’s assistants. Do you know what that means Twilight?”
“It means we do his petty fetch quests.” Twilight said, her words full of disgust.
“Then why is he out there finding your friends Twilight?” The librarian opted not to answer and Trixie glared down at her. “The answer to your question is simple, so very simple and right in front of your nose but you keep missing it.”
“Stop dragging me along and building suspense you mule, what is this answer you claim to have.”
Trixie looked into Twilight’s eyes, her own full of pity and empathy. “We have faith in Lucid.”
“Faith... in Lucid.”
“Yes, because if anyone can cure this place... it must be him. I know it.”
The irises of the librarian slowly reverted back to normal, her wide mouth shrinking to it’s normal sizes. Her eyes glazed over once again, the mare seeming to look past Trixie and into the ceiling. Her eyes closed slowly, then opened once again, reminiscent of a slow motion blink. As if she had just woken up her eyes snapped to Trixie, fear on her face.
“Trixie? Why are you pinning me to the ground? Oh, did I... Oh no. I did, didn’t I? Oh I’m so sorry Trixie, so very sorry. I just, I started daydreaming and then next thing I know I’m on the ground.” Sweat began to pour down the librarian’s coat, causing it to sparkle in the unsteady light of an orange flame in the corner of the room.
The box fell lazily off to the side of the librarian’s leg and Trixie stepped down, smiling comfortingly at Twilight. “It’s okay Twilight, you have to be much faster than that to catch a showmare off guard. Just try and keep it under control more okay?”
“O-of course, I won’t let it happen again.”
“On a side note, do you remember anything you said while you were out of it?”
“N-no. Can’t say I do.”
“Ah, okay.” Trixie smiled half-heartedly and walked away, heading towards her position by the door that she had been at before being attacked.
Under her breath, lower enough that Trixie couldn’t hear, Twilight continued her answer. “I remember what you said though...” As she said this she let her gaze move to the sleeping Spike, having snoozed through the entire interaction. A slight smile crossed her face but was quickly replaced with fear as the door to the house was thrown open.
Both mares grabbed a nearby object in their magic and prepared to fight, but stopped when the familiar outline of Lucid entered the building. New tears decorated his clothing and his mask seemed slightly askew but that wasn’t was the most eye catching.
A pair of hooves were tightly wrapped around his neck, a stallion clinging on with all his might to the point that tears had began to fall down his face from the strain. As they entered he began to slip and Lucid was forced to catch him with his arms and lower him slowly to the ground of the room. Without wasting time the being wrote a small note on a piece of paper and handed it to the unicorn duo.
‘Another survivor. Fever, dehydration, and various other diseases. Bring my tools in while I prep.’