Eulogy
Date Unknown
I calmly asked for paper and a pen, day in and day out, until it finally gave them to me. Not that it matters. What am I going to do? Poke my eyes out again? The bandages feel like part of me now. The pain is gone. I figure this will be one of my last chances to write legibly, as, without my sight to correct mistakes, my horn will slowly forget the correct way to write. This is a sort of self-indulgence, this writing… It’s a relic of another time, because I’m certain everypony left in Equestria is dead… or something far worse.
I sit against the padded wall day in and day out. The entity brings me food and water. It masks itself as a kind nurse, as an unsympathetic doctor. I think it knows that my hearing has sharpened considerably now that I live in darkness. It fakes conversations in the hallways, on the off chance that I might overhear. One of the nurses talks about having a foal soon. One of the doctors lost his marefriend in a carriage accident. None of it matters, none of it is real. None of it gets to me, not like she does.
That’s the worst part, the part I almost can’t handle. The thing comes to me, masquerading as my friends. Its recreation is perfect. It sounds exactly like Rainbow Dash, feels exactly like a hug from Fluttershy. It even produces a reasonable facsimile of tears that it makes me feel on its lifelike cheeks. When it first dragged me here, the false Rainbow Dash told me all the things I wanted to hear. It told me that she loved me, that she had always loved me, that it didn’t understand why I did this, that we could all still just go back to the way things were, if only I would stop insisting that I was being deceived. It wanted me to believe… no, it needed me to believe that she was real.
I almost fell for it. I really did. I doubted myself for the longest time. In the end, though, it was all too perfect, too flawless, and too real. 'Rainbow Dash' used to come every day, and then every week and finally stopped coming altogether… but I don’t think the entity will give up. I think the waiting game is just another one of its gambits. I will resist it for the rest of my life, if I have to. I don’t know what happened to the rest of Equestria, but I do know that this thing needs me to fall for its deceptions. If it needs that, then maybe, just maybe, I am a thorn in its agenda. Maybe all my friends are still alive out there somewhere, kept alive only by my will to resist the deceiver. I hold on to that hope, rocking back and forth in my cell to pass the time. I will never give in. I will never break. I am the element of magic... Twilight Sparkle.
The doctor read the paper the patient had scribbled on. It was barely readable, written in the shaky script of one who could not see. He wanted to smile at the mare’s steadfast resolve, a reminder of the will to survive, but he knew that the patient was completely delusional.
After all, a sane pony would have fallen for the deception long ago.
The doctor wanted to smile. He wanted to whisper words of encouragement to the delusional unicorn. He wanted to scream, but the nerve filaments wrapped around his head and into his eyes made him do otherwise. His body walked into the cell like a puppet, and told the patient, once more, that she was wrong, and that there was nothing trying to deceive her. The unidentified metal object did not have Equestria in its grasp, and was not preparing to build another to send to some other unsuspecting world.
The doctor felt the signals through his spinal cord, and tried to resist, but to no avail. He was just another illusion, a tool, for the use of his 'God'. Tears flowed from his eyes mercilessly as he trotted out of the room, and closed the door.