Reader it’s me again. You have read the lives of two ponies and one human. They however are only a small part in this story. The next story is about one of my best friends. I found his letter in a box with other diary’s in it as well along with reports from some small equestrian investigation groups. Charcoal Scream is the first to discover the things that are killing ponies and humans. He was a good friend, even though he was……different. After his true identity was revealed, everyone hated him, except me. He was my friend no matter what.
To anypony,
This is so weird writing in a book. All my life I kept to my house and never left anything that would show my true identity, until now. I have moved homes; from the one in the Ever Free Forest, to the one in Ponyville and I quite like it here. I live right next to the library and I got a job there. The town is pretty quiet, some of the time, so it’s perfect for me. It’s better than basing my life on hate of ponies, but I still can only feed of them.
This is not the true reason that I am writing this however. I have found something so horrible that if not stopped, will wipe pot all life in Equestria and Earth. I will soon die, so I better start writing.
Four years ago, the pony Nightlight disappeared and left a lab with strange inventions and potions. He also created something that was never told. His most prized possession, his cure to cure everything. It didn’t work, but yet it did work in a way he would have never guessed. It changed him into a monster with unlimited power and strength, with the ability to turn others like him.
I found a trapdoor inside Nightlights lab under the corpse of a dead pony’s body. I found myself in a hive buzzing with the creatures. I was there for four days hiding in the darkness watching them. While I was down there I found out something very…..interesting. They seem to work as one unit like bees, except there is no queen as far as I can tell. They also abducted about fourteen ponies while I was down here. They cut the captured ponies with their teeth and stick them in cocoons. The ponies turn into them in the matter of hours. That’s how they multiply see. They are like zombies, except they are of one mind.
I’ve been studding the things, and I decided to call them the Infection. Sounds like a good name to me. I needed to send this letter out as soon as I can. They must have found out I was watching them, because when I woke up one morning, there was a scratch on my leg. I will soon turn into one of them.
They don’t know what I truly am, but they will soon. Once they find out that I am a changeling, my people will be in danger as well, because I hold all the knowledge on my kind. I could try to kill myself, but that won’t stop me from changing. Nothing can stop anyone from changing.
This letter will be sent out to multiple ponies and humans who I trust the most. You will know what to do once you get this letter, because well I’ve added more to this letter, but it’s not part of this letter. If go to your own personal bank, the rest will be waiting for you. Friend you don’t have to accept this task. You can just walk away and burn this letter, but remember if we want to survive we need as many as I can get working together to defeat the Infection. If none of you accept the task, we will all surly die.
Please except the task and stop the Infection from spreading. Don’t let me die for nothing.
From,
Charcoal Scream
The Changeling
My friend died on May 10th 1997 at 10 A.M. His body was to be burned, but it disappeared. In the span of ten weeks Ponyville was completely destroyed by multiple explosions. There were only 14 survivors. Ponyville was walled off and quarantined.