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// Kuleco's Journal 2 
// Story: The Diary of Ghostly Scootaloo 
// by ObsidianPony 
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This town is a dead zone; those rainbows work even better than the late Doctor seemed to predict judging from what he was noting down. Not sure how long we’ll be able to stay here without getting influenced to be honest, even the antidotes that we have that are supposed to last us a month seem to be getting chewed up fast.

Then again maybe the freak’s just eating them all.

Don’t see why RD made me bring this stupid thing, it can’t even leave the carriage without attracting attention as it is and all it does is bug me with stupid questions that I can barely make out over the gargling. 

And she would order me to remain on the downlow then send me to the biggest pit of temptation she could find; a whole town of helplessly apatheitc ponies letting their little foals run wild and I’m told I can’t lay a hoof on them. Bucking brilliant.

Still I don’t think she realises exactly what she’s sent me to, that brat of a filly she offed was right in my face before. And I don’t mean I dreamt about her (though of course I have) but I mean she was see through, floating and she ran away from me.

No doubts about it, we got a ghost.

This is not good. The last time we had one of these things it practically brought down the entire Weather Facility and that was over a century ago, just imagine what it would do now that we’re already struggling to stay upright. 

Soeris will die tonight when we lure him out into the open. And we have the perfect bait.

What father wouldn’t rush to rescue a daughter?