The Life of Autumn Frost

Frost felt that feeling earlier in his stomach like he was going to be sick. He quickly rushed to the bathroom and tried to be as quiet as possible as he again vomited. Though his vomit was different this time. Like it was deep within his stomach. As if his stomach didn’t want a single thing left in it. Not even the bile. It was horrifying. Frost started to become scared. He knew he had no bug. It was the disgust that came with his story from earlier. He continued to vomit for the next twenty minutes with nopony seeming to notice his distress. It went on for so long that it got to the point where he would just feel the pain of his acids rushing up his esophagus, but no fluids came out. Bile mixed with snot hung from his muzzle and his snout. Finally somepony opened the door. But it wasn’t a concerned or curious face that approached him. It was the face of a pony that had no soul. At this point Frost thought, Oh Celestia please don’t let my life end like this. Please! But Celestia could not save this young colt from the empty bodies of his friends getting closer and closer. I am going to die here, from either throwing up my intestines, or from my friends going to kill me. As the soulless figures got closer and closer he continued to hang over the toilet. Twilight Sparkle’s eyes were rolled back in her head and was smiling ear to ear. Frost vomited one last time and felt his heart go through his throat and watched it hang in the toilet. As this happened the empty soul of the once beautiful Alicorn said to him, “It’s okay we have help coming for you, just please you have to wake up.”