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// 1You can be friends with ponies, but never adventure to be alone with one of them. 
// Story: Leukocyte 
// by Sharrrrrk 
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“I can guarantee that I have never seen such a pony in Ponyville before, which means another party!”
“Calm down, Pinkie. I think the most important thing right now is to make her wake up, figure out who she is, and why she collapsed at the doorstep of Twilight’s castle.”
At this moment, it seems like the noisy discussion of the little girls is constantly Hitting my eardrums, to be honest, it doesn’t feel good, like when your Upstairs neighbor starts a home renovation project at 8 o’clock sharp on a Sunday morning just as you were hoping to sleep in until noon. I slowly opened My eyes, wanting to see who was so terrible, but what came into my sight was Indeed six colorful faces of ponies. Perhaps noticing my terrified expression, The orange one made a shushing sound to her other companions, then she hugged My neck with her hand and slowly helped me up. Finally, I saw what they looked Like. They were a group of brightly colored equine creatures and the hand that
Supported me wasn’t a real hand, but the front hoof of the orange pony. They Reminded me of an animated show I watched as a little girl on TV, but when I Tried to remember the name of the show, but my memory seemed to be covered by a Thin veil. I felt like I knew the names of these little ponies in front of me, but when I opened my mouth, I realized I had no idea what sounds to make.
“Sweetheart, Are you okay?” The orange one was the first to speak and ask me a question In English. It seemed like I wouldn’t have to be mute in a completely Strange environment.
“Um, I Don’t feel any serious problems, just a bit tired. Can I sleep for a while Longer?”
“Of Course, but you’d better eat something first. I just happened to bring some Apple pie.” Saying that the orange pony placed a big plate of pie in front Of me on a low table, and the sweet aroma seemed to turn into two tangible Currents flowing into my nostrils. At this moment, maybe my organs were Reactivated, and I felt incredibly hungry. Instinct made me forget about Thanking her and I picked up the plate and started to eat. Suddenly, I realized That my body was no longer that blonde, freckled girl. The hands that used to Easily score a 3S rating in an action game were now two black hooves. My
Survival appetite helped me easily overcome the process of becoming familiar With this new body, and with my slightly protruding mouth, I perfectly completed My first meal in this strange place.
“Oh my Goodness, you must have been starving. Don’t worry, you’re safe now.” The Yellow pony couldn’t help but lift a hoof to cover her mouth. I raised my head To look at her, and her eyes had a kind of inexplicable affinity. The sadness,
Pity, tenderness, and other emotions emanating from her were like rays of Light, piercing me until I had to lower my head.
“Who are You? You’re not a pony from Ponyville, right? Where did you come from? What are You doing here?” The blue pony with a rainbow mane next to the yellow one Asked me.
“Mm, Gulp~” After struggling to swallow the last piece of food, I was finally Able to answer her question. “My name is Claire, Claire Petra. Is this Place called Ponyville? Why am I here? Hmm~” I carefully recalled what Happened today. As usual, I got up from the narrow bed before dawn, left the my Apartment in Brooklyn, took the subway to the hospital where I work to take care Of the dirty, stupid psychopath.
“Oh! Rainbow, this poor little girl has just awakened from a near-death state. Please don’t just throw questions at her like that,” a pretty little horse with a purple mane and a slightly dramatic accent rescued me from my thoughts, and then another small purple horse extended a wing from the side of her body and helped me lie down again.
“Well, Miss Petra, you’d better rest now. If there’s anything you need, just ring this Bell, and Spike will come to help you,” she said.
I nodded Gratefully at them and then sank into a deep sleep. When I woke up again, it Was already dusk. I struggled to get up and looked around the empty room. At This moment, an old, dark brown book on the bedside table near me caught my Attention for some reason, and I felt a strange sense of familiarity with it. I put the book on my lap and used all my strength to open it by my new hooves. Suddenly, something beyond my understanding happened. The once-blank book began To display sentences automatically when I opened it. I had heard that writing With lemon juice on a piece of paper would cause the writing to disappear Completely and only reappear when heated. However, the temperature around me
Did not change, and the writing on the book looked like it was written with one Black ink pen. Or maybe it wasn’t a book, but some kind of latest ipad?
Suddenly, a Strange thought occurred to me, and I urgently wanted to prove it. Fortunately, There was a large bookcase in front of me. I randomly picked up a book from the Bookcase and opened it to take a look. The language on it looked very similar To English, but not exactly the same. From the letters that formed the words to The grammar of the sentences, there was some degree of differences from English. However, the characters that appeared in the old book were indeed English.
Could it be that the content in this book was specially tailored for me to Read? With this thought in mind, I looked closely at the sentence that had Already been generated: “You can Be friends with the ponies, but never adventure to be alone with one of them.”
My mind went Blank. I could make friends with the ponies, but I couldn’t be alone with Someone. What did that mean? But before I could continue to think about it, There was a knocking sound that startled me.
“Hey, Are you awake? I brought some tea. Do you want some?” It was the voice of The purple pony. I wanted to go and open the door, but the content of that Sentence made me hesitate about whether I should act like this. There was only
Her voice outside the door. If I opened the door now, would it mean that I Would be alone with her? What would happen after that? But soon, I realized That this hesitation was completely meaningless. They didn’t even lock the door Before leaving. After the knocking sound dissipated, the door handle began to Make a turning sound. The pony with the teacup appeared behind the door.
Fear of the Unknown occupied my mind. I just sat quietly on the bed, watching her step by Step towards me, until the clear sound of a teacup being broken woke me up, and I realized what the consequences of being alone were. The purple pony’s body Split into eight petals like blooming flowers from her mouth, and several Tentacle-like roots grew out of her tail, adhering to the ground. After she Blossomed, sharp thorns were revealed at the center, extending into the endless
Darkness.
I wanted to Scream, but my body had already given all its strength to my four hooves, and I Picked up the old book beside me and bypassed her body to rush out of the door. Following My instincts, I ran towards the left side of the corridor, hoping to escape From there, but the squirming sound, like that of a sea creature, getting Closer and closer behind me told me that she was getting nearer.
I was still Young. One day, I would completely get rid of that group of disgusting psychopaths. I would have my own hospital in New York, and a luxurious house in Los Angeles. I didn’t want to die. I didn’t want to die in the mouth of such a terrifying Monster. At the last moment, the corridor finally reached its end, and a huge Hall appeared below me on my right. Without thinking, I used all my strength to Jump over the railing and landed heavily in the hall, temporarily creating a
Distance between me and the monster.
“Twilight? What are you doing?” A clear voice suddenly sounded, and I looked forward To seeing a small purple creature in front of me. I’m not sure what it was, Maybe a lizard? Or maybe an alligator? But it didn’t matter. I hurriedly turned
My head and looked up at the corridor. The purple pony with wings and a horn Was standing there, instead of a monster.
“Huh? I Don’t know. I can’t remember what just happened. And, Claire, why did you Appear there? Are you okay? Spike, help her up,” the pony named Twilight, Looking confused. The alligator in front of me was about to approach, but I stood up first and grabbed him, asking anxiously, “Where’s the way out? Tell me!” He seemed to be frightened by me, crouched down and protected himself with one claw while pointing the other claw towards a door. I didn’t have the leisure to comfort him and ran towards the door like a buffalo noticing a lion.