//------------------------------// // 54. The note // Story: Kill Me Now // by Golden Script //------------------------------// It was fairly early in the morning and we were getting ready to head to Fluttershy’s house when I heard a knocking at the door, it was Octavia and Vinyl. They wanted a book about splitting a pony into several ponies. I told them it was a failed experiment but they said that it was their best bet and closest lead. They were thinking that EQ and Presto were split from Dillon. I thought that this was impossible, if they were split from Dillon then his mind would be cut into two parts and if there were more copies it would have been split into several parts. He would literally only be a portion of the man he used to be. I started to wonder if there was more to this than we thought. They explained how both EQ and Presto had traits that Dillon had had but there were only so many similarities. I thought about EQ and Presto, they had arrived in Ponyville with four other ponies. I told them about this thought and they seemed to have an epiphany, Dillon was split into six different ponies and sent back to Ponyville, but why the two week period in between? We thought for a minute, they said that they had traveled through the Everfree forest; they might have been telling the truth. They decided that it was right about time to go; if EQ and Presto got back without them there it might raise a few questions. I went back to getting ready for the trip to Fluttershy’s. I was still thinking about what we had talked about. If the six ponies that came from the Everfree were Dillon split up then that means that somepony perfected that spell. It also meant that Fixinit is one of those parts. I thought about Fixinit, he seemed nice, he had a similar sense of humor, and he was technologically advanced. If anything he was the pony embodiment of Dillon. I thought of what he was doing right now, he was supposed to be taking a shower. But I couldn’t hear the water running. I thought back to when I heard the water stop. It was in the middle of my conversation with Octavia and Vinyl. He might have come down and overheard us. If so, that could be a major issue. I decided to go check on him. I walked up the stairs and knocked on the bathroom door. “Who is it?” I heard him on the other side. “Me.” I called. “Come in, I'm decent.” I opened the door and walked in. “Octavia and Vinyl stopped by today.” He looked over to me from the sink. “What did they need?” he went back to brushing his teeth. “Just a book, they were wondering if it were possible to split a pony up into several ponies.” He looked back to me. “What did you do?” he spat in the sink and rinsed his mouth. “I gave them the book they were looking for, explained the complicated stuff, and sent them on their merry way.” “Let’s go downstairs, I'm done here.” I nodded and we went back to the main library area. “Now, while they were here, they told me about a theory they had.” He sat down on the couch; I stood in front of him. “And what theory is that, Mrs. Scientist?” he asked with a mocking tone. “They said that you and the five other ponies that had come out of the Everfree were split from Dillon.” He tensed a little “but that’s preposterous, right?” “Yeah, heh, preposterous.” He seemed distant. “Wait, they weren’t right, were they?” he looked at me, a bit scared now, and shook his head. “No, I never said they were!” he started shaking his hooves in front of his face in a waving motion. “They were right!” I yelled. “No!” he was panicking. “Why didn’t you tell me?! Why didn’t you say something?!” my eyes started to tear up. “I'm not Dillon!” he tried to assure me, but I was convinced. “Why did you leave?!” he stood up “no! Sit down!” I pushed him down with more force than necessary and the couch tipped over. I started pacing, murmuring incoherently to myself. Then I noticed it, the spot of white on the oak floor. I looked right at it, it was a note, but in a language I didn’t know. “What’s that?” I ask in a completely calm tone, he got up holding his head and looked where I was looking. “That’s a note.” I gave him a look. “I know that, but what does it say?” “I don’t know. Let me take a look.” He picked it up and gave it a short read. “This is a note from Dillon.” I gave him a suspicious look. “How do you know?” I grabbed the paper from him and scanned it for anything that might look remotely like his name. “It says at the bottom ‘Dillon’, see, right here.” He pointed to the last scribbles on the page. “That’s gibberish.” I threw the paper back at him. “No, it’s not. It clearly says his name.” he snatched it out of the air. “how could you read it when I can't?” “I don’t know, maybe you just never studied this language or his handwriting sucks that much.” “I did have to teach him Equestrian when he first got here.” “exactly.” He sat down and crossed his hooves. “Then what does it say?” he looked back to the paper. “‘I'm going to the palace to see the princess and should be back soon, I love you twilight and keep spike out of trouble. I’ll miss you. Dillon.’” He put the note down. “So he went to the palace?” “That’s what it says.” I ran up the stairs and into my room, Fixinit called after me “what are you doing!?” “I'm going to write a letter!” I call back down. I grab the nearest piece of parchment and quill and start to write, when none of the letters appeared I started to get frustrated, then I realized I didn’t have any ink. I grabbed an ink container and started writing frantically. I was writing to the princess, asking her if she had seen Dillon yet. When I was done writing I called for spike. “SPIKE!!” I heard a thud right behind me, Spike fell out of his basket, he was sleeping. “What?” he mumbled into the floor. “I need you to send a letter.” With his face still pressed against the floorboards he lifted his own piece of parchment and quill. “Who’s it to?” he asked without moving. “I already wrote it, Spike. I just need you to send it.” I lifted him off the floor and put him face down in his basket. “To whom?” he sat up in his basket and rubbed his eyes. “Princess Celestia.”