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// Chapter 7 
// Story: The life of a prankster 
// by fluttershylover357 
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Two fillies burst through the doors, a cart glowing a soft pink popping in first. Both of them were panting, almost completely out of breath. Sooner than they had stopped, they took off running again, faster than before. Suddenly, a huge group of paramedics broke in after them, shocking everyone in the hospital even more than before.

"It's okay, everyone," The lead one rasped. "Everything's under control." He and the other paramedics caught as much of their breath as they could, then went running after the two fillies. Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo were now only a white and orange blur, running at a canter faster than anyone had ever seen. Up ahead, a huge grey door read in big capital letters, "Assistance". They ran as fast as their bodies would carry them, bursting through the door at an incredible speed. A peach colored mare gasped in surprise, watching the cart as it flew through the doors.

"C-can I help you?" She stammered, looking down at the two panting fillies. Scootaloo nodded.

"We need your help right away. Our friend is losing too much blood, and..." Her voice trailed off. How could she explain what had happened? Luckily, there was no need. The soft colored mare nodded, pointing her pen towards a door.

"Right this way," She said in a calm tone. Both fillies followed her, walking as fast as they could. A moment later, the paramedics burst through.

"Where did they go?" One of them asked in a furious tone.
"I dunno boss," Another said, tilting his head in confusion.
"Maybe, this way?" 
"No, this way."
"No way, it was this way, I watched them run through this exact door." The group continued to argue, not sure which of the thirteen sets of doors they had run through. Making sure no one but he and his group were watching, the lead blue stallion's horn flashed a bright green, and he transformed into his true form, a changeling king married to Queen Chrysalis herself, King Metamorphis.

"Never mind where they went," He spoke in a raspy voice, loud and scratchy like tearing tinfoil. "It is important we wait until the yellow one is fully or at least close to recovery, or the plan will fail," The others thought for a second, then nodded their heads in agreement. Soon, the time would come... And everything would change.