Entry #75
Those… stupid, adorable, well-intentioned little fools. It’s been more than a month since that last entry. Why? Because Nurse Redheart has been filtering poison out of my blood. ALL OF MY BLOOD. Seriously. All of it was in some sort of machine near my hospital bed. ALL OF IT. I’m still covered in cuts and bruises that haven’t healed from my fight with that thing.
So here’s what went down.
After I heard the roar and dropped my notebook, I ran to the forest, following three sets of miniature hoofprints that could have been no one but the Crusaders. Got to a point where there appeared to have been some sort of scuffle, and the three sets of hoofprints were replaced by what appeared to be very large feline pawprints. Large as in bigger than my footprint. There was a trail of blood, too. Not a lot, thank goodness, but it looked like someone had gotten cut pretty badly. Ran in the direction of the pawprints until I found a cave – inside this cave I found the fillies, all of them in bad shape. Scootaloo was holding up the best, though. Brave little filly. Had a look of raw hatred and determination on her face, even though one of her wings was broken. Applebloom was behind her, very cut up, holding one of her legs funny. She was trying to comfort Sweetie Belle, who was sobbing in a corner. But what held my attention wasn’t the trio in the back of the cave – it was the thing between them and myself. It looked like a lion, sort of. But it had wings. And a freakin’ SCORPION TAIL. I got mad. I liked those little ponies, seeing them so battered and scared enraged me. So what did I do? I improvised. And attacked (what I later learned to be a “Manticore”) with my bare hands. Long story short, I killed it. I beat it to death. And may or may not have set it on fire, I’m not exactly sure. Not without more than my fair share of cuts and puncture wounds from it’s teeth and claws. As it lay dying, I walked over to the fillies. The looks on their faces nearly killed me – they were horrified. Terrified of what I’d done to that creature. Then something stabbed me in the back. Something many times more painful than any of the bites and scratches I’d received so far. I remember falling to the ground, and rolling in such a way that I saw the Manticore’s tail hit the ground. The last thing I remember before waking up in the hospital was blood. Lots of blood – mostly my own and the Manticore’s.
Apparently, Applebloom ran back to the town and got Twilight and Fluttershy to come save me, but I was gone by the time they got there. I pressed for answers, but Nurse Redheart is telling them I need some sleep. I guess I could use it.
Entry #76
Got some shocking news earlier.
According to Nurse Redheart, I was clinically dead when I was brought to the hospital, and stayed that way for about 8 minutes. Magic, how does it work.
Entry #77
I’ve also been informed of something rather embarrassing. I owe my life to Princess Luna. She’s the only reason I was dead for 8 minutes and not forever. She’s been keeping mental tabs on me. A sort of Livestream style feed, flowing my every waking thought and unconscious dream from my mind to hers. When the feed cut off, it grabbed her attention, and… almost like a DVR, she figured out what had happened and where I was. She teleported to me and brought me to the hospital in Ponyville, where I’ve been for nearly six weeks. This… my dreams, since I’ve gotten here… oh, Celestia, this is bad…
Entry #78
Luna visited today. She was so glad to see me awake and alive – just ran to me and gave me a hug. She was the single softest thing I’ve ever felt. Like, getting a hug from her is what I’d imagine getting a hug from a cloud would feel like. So… warm, inviting… happy. Not at all what I expected in a hug from the Princess of the Night. Celestia, maybe, but… Luna just exuded this aura of warmth and happiness. I didn’t want her to let go. But she did, leaving me feeling more alive.
She promptly fixed that by informing me she knew about the dreams and thoughts I had, and had noticed my magic was the same color as her coat.
I would have turned red if my blood was actually in my body.
I must have made one hell of a funny face, because she blushed and burst out laughing.
She reassured me I had nothing to be embarrassed about, but still. That’s awkward. I’m trying to not think about such things… but, you know… guy says “Don’t think about elephants,” and all you can think about is elephants. Still glad my blood is out of my body. Nurse Redheart says it should be fully purified soon.
Entry #79
It just occurred to me how badly I must have been poisoned if it’s taken almost two months of continuous filtering to get it all out. I am very, very lucky that it wasn’t more than 8 minutes…
Entry #80
Blood is back in my body. Stood up, walked about a bit. Nurse Redheart wants to keep me a couple more days, but I’ll be very glad to get out of this room. I’ve been here almost a month while conscious. I need to go out and do something.
Entry #81
Nurse Redheart let me out today, to go for a walk. Along the way I met a mint-colored Unicorn and her “marefriend,” a tan earth pony with blue and pink hair. Apparently she was about to ask me what being human was like, having hands and wearing clothes and such like things, before I had the run-in with the Manticore. She had this scary, ecstatic grin on her face the whole time I was talking to her – she had me twirl a stick through my fingers, sit on a bench, try (and fail) a handstand… very curious girl. Very kind. A little creepy, but kind.
Entry #82
I met up with the CMC a short while ago. According to them, Nurse Redheart wouldn’t let them in to see me in case I got upset. They feel awful about what happened, but… Sweetie Belle had Twi teach her a spell to show her memories to others. She showed me her memories of the night it happened, what I did. Her eyes had been glues to me in terror the entire time. What I did was brutal – I did set it on fire, by setting my hands on fire then hitting it more. Which was kind of cool, if I may say so myself. But… I… there was a point at which I clearly didn’t need to keep hitting it. Yet I did. Some sort of death-twitch is the only reason I was stabbed. The Manticore was long since incapacitated when I fell. When the memory ended, Sweetie looked up at me, terrified – her eyes, face… struggling not to cry. Applebloom and Scootaloo were equally terrified of me, but hid it better. Applebloom wasn’t on the verge of tears, and Scootaloo even managed to squeak out a mangled “Thank you.” So much for that night fixing our relationship.
Entry #83
Word must have gotten out – walking around town, I see the ponies looking at me with a mix of fear, fascination, and respect. I… I want to fit in. But… I don’t know if I can now. Those little fillies saw something that doesn’t exist in their world, and at so young an age. They saw a killing. A murder. The death of one intelligent being at the hands of another. I just… I do not belong here. I need to be done. This will probably be my last entry. I guess this is sort of a suicide note – but the only one I need to say anything important to already knows, with the whole stream of consciousness thing and all. So, uh… yeah. I will miss every last one of you. I know you’re reading this Twilight. No hard feelings to any of you, to the CMC, the Princesses, anyone. I just don’t belong here. I apologize to the ponies that have to clean up my body, but… I don’t know a better way of getting out. This is me, signing out.