Twilight's dead.
I ran as fast as I could to the Ponyville library. I had to break down the front door to get inside. I looked around the main room, trying to identify any living beings. The lobby was trashed. Books were thrown off of the shelves, lamps were knocked over and broken, and the rest of the furniture was torn into pieces. I looked over into the corner of the room, near the front windows, when I saw a too-familiar dragon lying down on the floor.
Spike was dead. His eyes, wide open like everyone else's. His left hand had been amputated, but there was barely any blood on the ground beside him. There should've been a lot more, based on the severity of the wound. Did Twilight do this to him?
I got up and continued to look around the library, trying to find Twilight amongst the collection of soiled paper and books. Through one of the doors, I saw a faint glimmer of candlelight in one of the library's side rooms. I went inside to investigate. There was a small pile of books crafted into a fort, covering a candle, and one purple unicorn.
Twilight was hunched over, writing out a letter while giggling like she'd lost her mind. She continued to dip her quill pen into an ink container, filled to the brim with blood. Spike's blood. After a couple seconds of observing, I stepped in to talk to her.
After I said her name, she dropped her pen, and slowly rotated her head towards me. She stared into my eyes with a manic smile upon her face. After a couple seconds of silence, she finally spoke up, still giggling with a hint of insanity.
"Oh, Spiiiiiiiiiike! Could you deliver this for me? I'm sure the princess will want to read it!"
I stared at her, knowing that she'd snapped. Had she already forgotten what she'd done to Spike, after writing her letter with his blood?
After she said this, she burst out laughing as she picked up her pen with her magic. She continued to laugh as she repeatedly thrust the sharp edge of the pen into her neck. I tried to rip the pen away from her, trying to save her from killing herself, but it was too late. By the time I took the pen, the damage she'd dealt was too severe to fix.
With her last moments, she backed up into a corner of the room. Through the blood pooling in her throat, she continued to laugh maniacally, until her body gave in to the wounds. She then fell there, dead, eyes still wide open matched with her insane smile.
I stood there, trembling as I watched another of my friends die. I knew there was nothing I could do, but it still pained me to merely observe as she took her own life. Tears flowed from my eyes, as blood continued to spill and pool on the wood floor.
I couldn't help but try to look at what she had written. I carefully walked over to the bloody note, reading whatever calligraphy I could through the stains of blood that had sprayed across the room. The letter simply repeated the same phrase, over and over:
"EVERYTHING IS UNDER CONTROL"
Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, Pinkie Pie, and now, Twilight Sparkle and Spike.
This list grows more every day. Please let someone be sane. Please.