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// A switch of personality. 
// Story: Twilight Meets Companion Cube 
// by Prince Solstice 
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	Twilight sat beside Pinkie's hospital bed, refusing to leave her side. She looked exhausted, her friend had been in coma like sleep for three days. Tubes were hooked up to her to keep her hydrated and fed. The doctors said the coma state was caused by severe trauma. There was nothing physically wrong with her, but her mind couldn't handle the stress of what ever happened.

Twilight rubbed her eyes and let out a yawn. "Oh pinkie, at least one of us is sleeping well." Twilight had time to herself, and she brought many books to keep her from worrying so much about Pinkie. She even brought along her Aperture Book she used to summon that cube thing. It hadn't moved or done anything since the day it appeared. In fact she hadn't really thought of it that much. She opened the old book and started reading it loud. She felt that maybe she could teach Pinkie a thing or two in her subconscious if she read out loud, not that it would really work.

"Friendship Ritual Reversal spell. That's odd, it's only a page long." She flipped between the pages, noting that the next spell had something to do with combustible lemons. "Alright. For those who seek to send the cube back, they first must..." She paused, unsure of what the next sentence means "befriend the cube, and incinerate it..." with a sudden gasp of air Pinkie woke up with the heart beat monitor freaking out, making Twilight fall out of her chair. Pinkie looked around in panic.

"Wha-where am I!" She tried to jump out of bed, but her hind legs had become paralyzed after not moving for so long. She flopped onto the floor. "Ouch!" Pinkie tried to move to no avail, and Twilight looked up.

"Pinkie! You're okay!" Twilight ran over and hugged her, to receive no hug back. Pinkie just looked at Twilight in a confused look.

"Pinkie? Who's Pinkie?" Twilight looked up, with a confused look on her face. "My name is Drew. Where am I?." Twilight just looked at her or him, or whatever it was. 

Twilight wasn't sure what to say, the only thing that came out was "Uh, I... what?" 

Pinkie or Drew just looked at her, when she or he looked at its hooves. Unsure what to make of its new body still with a shocked and confused look.

"Well, this is rather odd." Drew sat observing his hooves, and was on the verge of panicking and screaming at the top of his lungs, however his look of panic quickly changed into what looked like a realization.

Twilight quickly got up and helped Drew back into the hospital bed. Twilight then grabbed her reading glasses and a check list of things that could go wrong. Listing from amnesia to death. Twilight may have been a little over prepared this time, but when she has time on her hooves, grass doesn't grow underneath them.

Twilight clicked her pen and looked at Drew who was still fascinated by the newly acquired body. "Ahem..." Drew looked up, "So, what do you remember?" Drew sat for a second confused and Twilight gave out a huge sigh. "Okay, I am trying to determine what the problem is, and I have a check list that should help narrow it down. Please if you would cooper-"

Drew cut Twilight off, "My name is Drew, this is not my body, and the last thing I remember is falling to basically my death... I thought... while testing... in some weird facility." Twilight sat there in utter shock. She had no idea what to mark that as on her checklist, and she knew immediately that this was not Pinkie Pie.

Drew shifted a little, with a calmer look on his face.

Twilight cumpled up her checklist and jsut decided to get some basic information instead. "So your name is Drewww-" She waited for a last name.

"Just Drew, I've been living on the streets for years." 

Twilight just wrote down the name "What is your favorite color, oh sorry I've had some random silly play on my mind for a while. What is the last thing you remember?"

"Falling to my death, like I said, is really any of this necessary, I was a test subject or homeless pony really. I have no family, and I just woke up in this new body." Twilight wrote all of that down and just sat there for a second. "Oh, and I'm pretty sure I should be dead." Twilight wrote down deceased? on her paper. Again she just sat there unsure what to make of the situation. Drew kind of shifted uncomfortably and looked around the bland hospital room. White lights, white tile floor, white bed with a light blue sheet that is very close to white. He didn't like being in white rooms now. A new found fear of his.

"Can-can we get out of here? I'm feeling fine, unless there is something the doctor needs to get done." Twilight was sitting in deep thought ignoring everything the pony was saying. "Hello?"

Twilight snapped out of her trance and looked up. "Hm?"

"Can we leave yet?" Drew motioned his hoof at the door.

Twilight shook her head "Not unless the doctor says so."

"Then go get the doc, this place is creeping me out." He had to flip the straight pink mane out of his face. He wasn't used to long hair, and started to get a fearful look on his face. The place was very quiet for a hospital, and if it weren't for the other pony being in the room, he would have been running for the door.

Twilight stood up and promptly started to leave the room. Before she closed the door she turned to Drew. "Whatever you do, do not say a word, just act like you don't have your voice back yet and just nod or shake your head." Twilight really wanted to figure this out on her own. She knew the hospital would hold Drew for longer than what she feels necessary, after all he was fine, besides Drew being in Pinkie's body. She then left the room and shut the door behind her. The room had gone silent, and Drew's eye twitched a little. 

Drew thought back to the silent test chambers, shuttering as the he heard the screams of many and himself. The silence of the entire laboratory and facility was enough to make the crackling in one's ears become something to be feared. That and the fact bodies upon bodies of lifeless ponies were hauled off to incinerate every day. The more he thought about it, the more he felt like he should know what was happening. Yet somehow, he wasn't sure.