Epidemic

-Canterlot; Laboratory-

Labor focuses on a test tube filled with liquid very carefully. This part of the cure has to be dangerously precise. If added to much, restart this step, if added to little , restart this step. Carefully now...

(Viewer discre- You know what? You've read enough to learn why this story is rated teen.)

Drip drip. "F*CK!!" Labor flings the tubes to the wall, effectively breaking them. Twilight flinches, ducks, and faces the doctor.

"What!? What's the matter!?" Twilight screams in fear.

"The stupid f*cking liquid is supposed to only drip one drop into the other! It's so slick it keeps dripping two drops!" Labor drops his head the table he's on. "Every f*cking time!"

What he doesn't realize, is that I keep pressing the blue cure bubble everytime it pops up on my screen.

Twilight glances over to the broken test tubes. Then at Labor again. She then realizes that Labor set back the cure efforts, and that little outburst is going to set back the cure a bit.

Labor picks up his head, and levitates to new test tubes to view, just about to pour in the next batch, Twilight interjects.

"H-How about I do that part? You go tell Celestia that the cure is almost finished." Twilight walks to him, and takes the tubes from his magical levitation aura. She can't have more setback like that again.

"I thought you said you couldn't do zhe cure." Labor pointed out, looking at Twilight curiously.

"I uh... I can do this part, it seems pretty easy. Just pour one drop into this other tube, right?" Twilght smiles at Labor. To which then Labor exits the room.

Twilight looks at the tubes in front of her. "One drop into the other." Twilight focuses on the test tubes, and slowly begins to tilt the tube.

Drip drip. This is going to take a while.

-Ponyville; Derpy's residence-

Dr. Whooves watches intently at the door. There has been some ponies trying to get in, but if they do, Dr. Whooves will deal with them.

Who is crazy enough to attack this doctor, anyway? Especially when they see him with is pump action shotgun at hoof, they'll see what-

Hold on... Ponies can't have guns, they don't have thumbs. Or fingers, as a matter of fact. How will they pull the trigger? Scratch that shotgun thing.

Especially when they see him with his baseball bat at hoof, they'll see what the doctor is really made up of. He can't sleep anyway, he might as well do something else that will benifit his family.

"Daddy! I want to get out, I'm scared!" Ditzy yells from inside her barricaded room.

"Quiet Ditzy! You're not coming out! You are staying in there, wether you like it or not!" Dr. Whooves yells back. It looks like aggression caught up to our old chap. Ditzy sobs from inside her room.

The planks on the door are beggining to crack. Some nails are starting to slide out. This is not good. Danger is approaching.

-Canterlot; Hallway-

Having taken off the hazmat suit, Labor quietly walks towards Celestia's room to tell her about the progress. On the way, he stops, and leans against the wall. Labor closes his eyes, and levitates his glasses off. He then proceeds to rub his eyes with his hoof.

It's been a struggle for Labor. Technically, he was kind of the one doing most of the work. While Twilight just stared at some rats, Labor worked on the cure. He has been getting some sleep though, so that's okay.

After hearing some footsteps come from around the corner, Labor puts his glasses back on, and straightens up again. Two royal guards come around the corner, and as luck would have it, it's the two idiots who don't like Labor. Maybe they'll leave him alone, and just walk by for once.

"Well well, if it isn't our little Germane friend, Labor." One of the guards jokes.

"Oh joy. My two favorite guards." Labor sarcastly replies. One of the two guards, walks around Labor, as to not let him walk back.

"Don't you have plants to play with?" The second guard mocks.

"You know, I'm saving Equestria. As vell as your families, and maybe even you." Labor points out matter-of-factly.

"Pfft! We don't need no saving." The first guard says. "Especially not from a minority!" He then jabs Labor's head.

"Let me go through, I don't have time for your stupidity." Labor says, trying to find a path around, until the guard blocks him again.

"And what if I don't?" The guard challenges. Labor stares death at the guard. "You gonna file a complaint to Celestia?" The guard chuckles.

"Move." Labor's tone goes from serious, to angry.

"What are going to do about it?" Both guards laugh.

Labor stares at him, not changing his expression whatsoever.

"Aww, did I upset whittle Labby Wabby?" The guards laugh louder. "I supposed he's gonna-"

The guard is interrupted by a swift punch directly to his nose, knocking him on his back, clutching his face. Labor jumps to him, and begins to stomp his head in. Or atleast tries, as the guard cushions the blows with his arm.

"Who the f*ck are you speaking to!?" Labor yells in pure anger. The second guard watches in fear. "Who? ... Who!?" The second guard thinks twice about jumping in.

"Next time don't get in my f*cking face! I'm already mad from something and I have to hear you're crap!?" Labor stomps off angrily, as the second guard finally runs up to the first, and helps him up.

Labor walks around the corner, and takes a couple deep breathes, heading to Celestia's room.

-Canterlot; Laboratory-

Carefully... Come on...

Drip. Twilight squees in delight as she finally got the perfect amount of whatever Labor needed to get into the other tube successfully.

She just doesn't know what to do next. All she was supposed to do was this part, she has no idea how to do the rest. That's Labor's department, not hers.

Twilight looks over to the rats, one is dead. A one out of ten death ratio isn't so bad. It's not good, but it isn't too bad.

Twilight heads over to the rats, and examines the dead one. She can't really tell how it died, as all symptoms are the same as before, maybe something inside killed it. She heads to the microscope and looks inside, the cells are big, and you can barely see some white from the light of the microscope.

I guess we'll just have to wait until Labor gets back to finish the cure.

Cure progress: 76%

Death rate low.

Celius is global. We're not paying attention to anything other than Ponyville and Canterlot.

This is Twilight's story, not some pony over at Manehatten.