“Okay, first, we’ll have to collect stuff from my shed, Twilight, you go to my shed and get a Pneumatic drill, some nails, my apron and books on magic by J.R.R. Foalkien, Pinkie Pie, as you’re the fastest, you go around town telling people to leave the premises.” The Prof said, “Clear? Okay go, we only have 23 hours left.”
“Hey, what about me?” Spike tugged at the Prof.
“Hm? Oh you’ll be coming with me, come!” The Prof replied.
Spike jumped on the Prof and the Prof galloped straight towards the library, once they were there, Spike dismounted and looked inside the dark filled library.
“Is it dangerous in there?” Spike asked, sounding weary.
The Prof pondered about saying, ‘As dangerous as a dragon’, but thought that this might be offensive.
“As dangerous as a swarm of angry bees.” The Prof decided on saying.
Spike looked inside, seeing a lot of shadows, hopefully when they proceed with this plan, all of this smoke will go, and he has enough nightmares as it is.
Pinkie Pie was running around town like there was no tomorrow, well, there wouldn’t be if the Profs’ plan didn’t work. So Pinkie ran around town warning anyone that hadn’t heard of the news.
“Quickly! Out of town all you’ll all be destroyed! And if you all get destroyed there will be no more parties!” Pinkie Pie shouted at everyone that remained.
Pinkie rushed around at speed that would make Rainbow Dash jealous.
Twilight galloped towards the Professors’ house, she entered the small wooden shed and looked around the house.
“Okay, let’s see, pneumatic drill… check, nails, check and the book…. Where’s the book? Oh no, oh no oh no! The books gone!” Twilight exclaimed.
Twilight looked high and low, behind everything, though she still couldn’t find the book.
But is it important though? Will the Professor really need it? Twilight thought to herself.
She left the shed and entered his small house. She looked on his bookshelves and on the desk. She finally found it in his bedroom, though she had no idea how long she had looked, who knows how much longer she has. Twilight put all the equipment in her bag and galloped back into the town square.
She met up with the Prof in the town square and gave him the bag.
“Very good Twilight, now I shall get to work.” Said the Prof, he then proceeded to get to work.
“But, Professor, you’ve only got a few things, what are you going to do?” Twilight asked.
“Well, I shall use a spell from this book and secure the area, and then I shall proceed to go in there myself.” The Prof explained.
“But, Professor, won’t you die?” Twilight seemed scared now.
“Quite the asker, aren’t you? Now, no more questions.” The Prof said.
The Prof began to put together everything, and ended up with something that shouldn’t work, but, it did, as the Prof ignored logic a lot.
“Now, this contraption will only work if I enchant it, and that will take at least an hour. We have 18 hours left so I assume we’ll be alright.” The Prof explained.
More than a “few hours” passed, it was almost night time, and that meant there was less then 14 hours left.
“Professor! What’s taking so long??” Exclaimed Twilight.
“The enchantment is taking longer than expected. It will only take a few minutes… maybe.” The Prof had discomfort in his voice.
After a few more minutes, he shouted,
“I’ve done it! Now, time to get in the library.”
“No Professor! Don’t do it! You’ll die!” Twilight said.
“Sorry Twilight, my Death is already knocking at my door, and it is time for me to go, it is, after all, my destiny.” The Prof said.
Twilight held back her cry, but she knew it would come sooner or later.
“Okay Professor.”
The Professor slowly trotted towards the house, but tripped a bit, thus destroying the mood. The Prof put on a gas mask and entered the library. It seemed colder in here, as unhappiness was. He proceeded slowly, as he couldn’t see very well. He eventually found the Liquid H and drunk the liquid, which had a nasty, sour taste to it. He then put the machine on the floor. The machines purpose was to suck in air and exile it as oxygen, much like a plant. The Prof’s vision started to go blurry, he then fell to the floor and, even though the oxygen was pumping, he stopped breathing. He body disintegrated into ashes, and that was that. Twilight entered the room to find the pile of ashes and the oxygen contraption, also known as ‘Oxygeni Generans’, which is ‘Oxygen Generator’ in Latin.
Twilight put the ashes into an antique jar and went to tell Pinkie Pie to break the good news and the bad news to every-pony. Pinkie Pie dashed of leaving Twilight, Spike and the remains of Professor Hubert Alfred Propane alone.