The Diary of Ghostly Scootaloo

Chapters

Entry 2
The Soeris Report 1
Entry 5
Entry 6
With My Last Breath
An Urgent Message
Entry 8
Entry 9
Progress Log #1
The Soeris Report 4
So Pretty
Atmosphere's Log
So Mean
Arrest Warrant.
Atmosphere's Log #2
Notice: Reassignment
Entry 12
So Sorry
Kuleco's Journal
Entry 13
The Soeris Report 6
I Am Truly Sorry
Entry 15
Kuleco's Journal 2
Regarding Your Suspicions
The Soeris Report 7
Entry 16
So Wrong
Author Announcement
How To Kill A Dead Filly
The Soeris Report 8
Entry 17
So Confused
Entry 18
Under New Management
Kuleco's Journal 4
Kuleco Recovered
So Alone
It Begins
Sequel
Entry 1
Entry 3
Entry 4
The Soeris Report 2
Entry 7
The Soeris Report 3
How Pathetic
Entry 10
Questionable Leadership
Entry 11
Maintenance
The Soeris Report 5
To My Killer
Entry 14
Kuleco's Journal 3
Where Do We Go From Here?
Goodbye And Good Luck
Clean Up
An Urgent Update

Entry 2

She left the rainbow flowers again today. I wonder if she’d still do that if she knew why I don’t like rainbows anymore? Probably not but then again if she knew why I didn’t like them she’d probably get rid of every rainbow in Equestria and ban them forever.

Whoever makes ghosts is a jerk! I’d heard all those cool stories about ghosts possessing ponies and animals so they could use their bodies so I thought I’d give it a try, let me have something to eat maybe I’d even be able to talk to somepony. And guess what? The only thing I can possess are BUCKING CHICKENS! If I ever find out who thought up that brilliant idea I’ll glue him to Big Macintosh and tell him that they hurt Applebloom.

Or at least I would.

On the upside, I can fly now! And I don’t even need to use my stupid, useless and worthless wings to do it, I just... do it. Not what a pegasus is supposed to do but who cares, I can finally fly now and ignore anypony who tells me I’m worthless or calls me a chicken.

Though I guess nopony has called me either in a long time...

Also I think my ghost is broken, I keep growing a weird moustache for no reason and my head hurts like somepony just hit me, but that makes no sense because nopony can hit me but then how do I even grow a moustache when I can’t grow any more and -gah! I hate afterlife.

And buck chickens.

The Soeris Report 1

This is the official documentation of the investigation into the disappearance of the pegasus known as Scootaloo from the town of Ponyville. This report was conducted by alias Soeris, current head of investigation for the Night Watch and former Royal Guard Lieutenant. True identification of Soeris is to be known only to Princess Luna, Princess of the Night.

My first foray into Ponyville was met with suspicion and distrust, as can only be expected after the disappearance of a foal; many of the market vendors I talked to were hesitant to divulge what little they could tell me of Scootaloo and even fewer showed any signs that they may attempt to aid a formal investigation if my suspicions are correct.

A formal search of the current living place of the pegasus known as Rainbow Dash, Element of Loyalty, was conducted by this investigator after what information could be gathered from the townsponies indicated a strong emotional connection between Scootaloo and Rainbow Dash. Against my expectations the premises was empty, borderline abandoned, yet nothing had been moved out or shown any signs of being stored; it would appear that Rainbow Dash has not been using this house as a living place for some time.

Something is wrong in this town, that much is clear; the ponies are on edge, not just to strangers but to each other, and seem almost afraid to wander alone. Moving in couples is nothing unusual of course but a particular instance showed that a pony was unwilling to simply walk to her house without waiting for another pony to accompany her, in spite of it being a bright sunny day.

I will continue to monitor the town and tomorrow will conduct interviews with the other Elements of Harmony in an effort to learn the whereabouts of Rainbow Dash. Important to note that Scootaloo’s two closest friends are also said to still live in the town though ideally I wish to avoid interviewing two surely traumatised fillies.

End of report.

Entry 5

I tried to apologise to Ditzy today; Dinky was getting picked on by some mean colts because her mum has funny eyes. I love her eyes! And she always gave me muffins whenever I wanted them even when she was busy!

So she was being bullied and I decided to see if I can pick things up long enough to do something worthwhile. I must be getting better at it because I picked up this huge table and dropped it on the bullies, that table was like weightless; who knew being a ghost turns you into Mare Do Well?

Apparently that didn’t help much because now Dinky’s in trouble with Miss Cherilee.

Why can’t I do anything right, I can’t even die properly! No wonder Rainbow Dash hated me so much that she wanted me dead, I’m surprised she even gave me a chance to begin with, she could probably see how worthless I was for ages.

Has it always been like this? Have I always just been some useless tagalong filly that never helped anypony and got in the way? Maybe I shouldn’t have tried to escape from the factory at all, maybe it was only fitting that I’d be killed there.

At least as a rainbow I’m useful. Kind of.

I can feel myself getting weaker right now; I can’t lift objects for so long after that bench and I can’t even fly as long as I want anymore, I’m starting to get tired again. Stupid, stupid, stupid Scootaloo, you’ve probably gone and managed to get yourself killed again you useless chicken.

And by sweet Celestia’s flank, the constant grinding and noises in my head will, not, stop! Please, I’ll do anything, I’ll be made into a rainbow all over again just please get rid of these noises.

Somepony help me!

Sweetie, Applebloom...

Rainbow Dash.

Anypony, just make it stop!

Author's Note

Given the extremely unexpected positive response to this story and that I have a healthy backlog, have tomorrow's chapter early as a bonus!

Entry 6

Please Celestia, this can’t be true.

Now I know why I’ve been hearing those noises in my head and why I’m feeling pain even though I’m already dead.

I’m still bound to that place.

I woke up there today: everywhere around me there is the terrible machines, the bloody chains, screaming ponies everywhere, horrible evil ponies in masks, spectra through the tubes to Luna knows where-

Rainbow Dash was there.

I... I can’t believe I saw her again. She looks so... wrong. It feels so nasty of me but I don’t want her to ruffle my mane or compliment my moves or even to give me flying lessons anymore. All I want is for her to go take a trip into one of her own machines and see how it feels to suffer like that.

I ranted all that when I saw her. And she laughed.

I’m still trying to think of ways that I imagined it but I think I just have to face facts; Rainbow Dash is the only pony that can see me. The only pony who can see this sad excuse for a pegasus in whatever state of existing I’m in is the same pony who hates me more than anything.

…

I’m sorry Dash. I should’ve been a better sister, a better flyer, a better pony.

If I had been better maybe she wouldn’t have had to kill me, maybe she would’ve stayed the same. We could’ve just been like sisters and she would’ve taught me all her awesome tricks, we’d see the Wonderbolts together and visit Cloudsdale whenever we wanted.

But now... even if I get my life back, what am I supposed to do? Just ignore that Rainbow Dash, the most awesome pony in Equestria, is also the most evil pony in Equestria?

This isn’t fair. Why couldn’t I just have been born better? It’s not my fault that my wings are no good, it’s not my fault that I’m a disgrace.

I’m still in the factory now. I can’t leave, even if I go through the walls I feel the pains again... every time I try to leave I can feel the injections to loosen my muscles, the snap when my ribs were shattered, the hooks slicing my skin and pulling off my wings, then a needle into my body... oh Celestia, please make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop make it stop...

With My Last Breath

Rainbow Dash

I send you this letter with the knowledge that I will likely be long dead by the time you read it, as no doubt your lap dogs will have discovered what I have done and made me “go away” as you do all pegasi you deem unworthy.

I wish you could only know how unworthy you are, unworthy to live while you orchestrate the butchering of so many, unworthy of that now meaningless symbol you shove in the face of any who doubt your morality and most of all unworthy of the admiration you received from the sweetest filly you could have possibly had looking up to you.

She looked up to you. Wanted to be just like you. Oh if only she had known the monster you are.

But of course, now she’ll never know will she? Because as you do with any speck of hope and joy in this world that you come across, you snuffed her out.

The Princesses will find out about this abomination Rainbow Dash. And when they find it... they say the vengeance of a goddess is the most horrible of fates, to awful for most ponies to even imagine inflicting on another let alone to suffer it themselves. It’s still too good for you.

I depart this life with the hope that you will be stopped. And that whatever may lie beyond this life is merciful to those who make the most grievous of errors.

Had I known how you would turn out, I would have strangled you in the crib.

- Refracted Prism

An Urgent Message

Dear Princess Luna

I hope this letter finds you well, though I wish it were under better circumstances.

While from my reports you surely know little progress has so far been made I am afraid that I suspect why this may be. And it is not a theory that you are likely to approve of.

I am deeply sorry princess but something does not add up; these string of events, a runaway filly, an orphan living in a village, the disappearance of a filly and then the borderline disappearance of an Element of Harmony and Wonderbolt Recruit. I’m sorry princess but something does not match up, the evidence trail should not be as cold and be filled with so many dead ends as it is.

Much as it pains me to say it I suspect foul play.

Now before you read the wrong implications into my message princess, yes I do trust you with my life and no I do not believe you would do anything to hurt this filly. But somepony in a position of power is using their influence to hide the trail so that it can’t be followed up on. Whoever is responsible has likely done this before, possibly for a long time, and now they’re scared because they have made a mistake, they covered their tracks well but not well enough.

With that in mind princess, consider the criteria this conspirator would need to fulfill; this pony needs to be capable of acting beyond your influence, so would require large amounts of time away from your watchful eyes and would need the capability to perform large scale cover ups without alerting anypony in the night guard to the fact it was happening, while also needing a high enough position of authority and or wealth in order to keep them quiet.

I’m afraid that yes I am insinuating exactly what you think I am princess. The suspect list becomes rather small when we factor in those requirements.

I pray that I am wrong as much as you yourself do princess. I will continue my investigation but from now on I think it is only sensible that not everything goes into my reports; they may well be similarly compromised.

Sincerely

Soeris.

Entry 8

I’ve been working on my letter to Applebloom and Sweetie today; I hope they aren’t freaked out by it too much, I don’t want to hurt them anymore, I just want to be allowed to say goodbye to them. I never got to say goodbye...

I love their cutie marks. I wish I could’ve been there when they got them, even if I had to stay a blank flank all my life it would’ve been worth it just to be there to see the two best fillies a pony could ever meet get their cutie marks. I always hoped that Sweetie’s singing would be her talent, if she can just get over her nerves and stop over-compensating she’ll be the talk of Equestria.

Applebloom’s cutie mark is so awesome! Zap apples are so cool and now she has one as her special talent, wonder if that means she can harvest the zap apples like Granny Smith does for them now? Oh I hope so, she always made the best zap apple jam and everypony should have a taste of that someday.

Too bad I’ll never have anymore... it really was best when a friend made it for you...

Back to work on this I guess. It’s kinda painful to force myself to be solid for so long at once but this is important. Besides, I’ve been through worse...

Entry 9

Okay something weird is definitely going on.

I mean it’s not like I’m ever going to want to see one ever again but even a filly like me can tell you that there shouldn’t be five rainbows over one town.

What the hay is going on right now? Is Rainbow Dash just taunting me, is she really not content with what she’s already done to me, does she feel like she has to rub it in even more?

… I guess I kinda deserve it for disappointing her.

But still, I don’t like it; first everyone starts drifting apart from each other, then that weird stallion starts shoving his nose in and now we have so many rainbows that if they keep increasing I doubt you’ll be able to see the sky before long.

Oh dear sweet Luna, I just realised; all those poor fillies and colts, so many of them died to make these.... Rainbow Dash is killing so many foals and rubbing it in the faces of her own friends and they don’t even know she’s doing it.

Please... somepony stop her... make her cool and awesome again... I miss her....

Progress Log #1

This is the official progress log of Doctor Atmosphere, Technical Director of the Cloudsdale Rainbow Factory, on the Spectra Vapor project. Project commissioned by Rainbow Dash, current Cloudsdale Rainbow Factory Manager.

It would seem that initial tests are indeed accurate Miss Dash; while the chemical mixture is difficult to maintain and has disastrous consequences when brewed or distributed incorrectly, it would appear that this project of yours may indeed be viable.

Unfortunately it would appear that we may need more stock if we are to continue at the rate which your vision demands; while the formula is effective only so much can be distributed before it starts to have unpredictable side effects, and worse when it becomes detectable.

I will leave it to your decision how we proceed with combating this hurdle, it would seem we are playing a most dangerous game Rainbow Dash; I pray that you think about your move before you make it.

Doctor Atmosphere.

The Soeris Report 4

I confess that I find myself at a loss; few if any of the ponies in this town claim to have ever had anything to do with Scootaloo and yet judging by this community at any time prior to currently it would appear to be as friendly and welcoming a town as one could hope to come across.

What happened here?

Tomorrow I will be meeting the source of a note that was left beneath the door of my inn room. The note is enclosed.

Please meet me in the Everfree Forrest neer Zecora’s hut tonite.

I question exactly the validity of a note with a lack of proper spelling, an anonymous delivery and which doesn’t specify it’s intent but at this point it appears I have precious few leads left.

Tomorrow I shall meet this informant with the hopes of obtaining information on this case that seems to be evading me; whoever this informant is they had better not be wasting my time

-Soeris.

So Pretty

T̸͔̖̙͉̐̈ͣ̃͡h̨̦͕̔ͨ̉̓̇ͫ͗ȇ̈́ͭ̚͝͏͖͍̪͔̥̯̫ͅy̘̰͖͖̘̻̘̌̏͢'̷̳̱̰͙̙̣͍̇̅̾̍ͫ̀͋͋ͅr̘͈̰͕͈̟̩̄̅̏́͐̔͆̑́͟e̢̼̣̘̳̟͔͇̞ͬͧ̅̌̇̅͗̀͞ ̸͕̩̄̐̋̅̂̈͘s̛͓̅͐̄̎̑ͧͣȅ̷͖̻̦n̼͔̳͂ͦ̓͛ͣ͟d͇̹̺͔̑ͤ́͢ͅi͕̝̳͉͚̥ͯ͑ͦ̆̒͜͡ṉ̺͕̻̼͚͖̂͗̌̊͐͆͟g̸̢̲̦̦ͬ͗́̅͑͋̊ ̨͕͉̤̗̗̹͆̑̕͞m̾̊͌҉҉̢͇̯̹̳̜͇̗e̘ͭ͌̍̄̎ͩͫ͢ ̸̼̯̠̰͕̘͓̲̞̔ͭͧ̈ͣ͡t͕̯̱̞̥̞̝̍ͥ̀o̸͈̹̖͎̖̞͙ͣͮͮͨ̌̃͑ͫͧ͘͟ ̵͍̘͈̞ͦ̇͌͐ͫ̆̔̾͞ǩ̴͚̘̺̘̙̻̺̒̒ͪį̻͍ͣ̂̑l̛͐͏̶̤l̀̍ͩ̈́̀͌͐̋́͏҉̥ ̼̦͈̖͔̄͐̋̀ͥ͘͡o͕͙̗̣̗ͯ̓̈́ͭ̋ͯ̍̾͊͘u͋͌̇͒́͊͏̷̭̝̘̫͎͖̣͠r̲̳͖̪͉͈͉̈́͒͑̏̏̋ͧ ͛͋ͯ͑͞͏̡̟̯̻s̤̋ͣ̊̀ͯͬ̀͋͘͝p̸̛̥̼̤͙ͯ͑ͧ̈̾͒̏͋̀̀y̷̧͖̹̽̅̔ ̱͔̲̩̍̇̔̏̐t̜̜̟͙͎͔̝͗̆̊̅o̭͍͎̥̥͒͜m̴̛͖̫̦̝̠̹͖̯͔̈̌̎͑ͭ͟o̡̝̪ͮͪ̚r̡̳̥̫̬͕͚̄́͆̿ͨ̽͡r͙̺̼̹̳ͫ͜ơ̻͕̩̥͐͑̓w͈̠͙̄ͪ͆͂̉̅.̹̫͚̰͈̽͑̿̈́͑͟͢ ͖̫̪̯͉͉͍̮͈̈ͨ͡I͚̩̤̱̤͖̙̙͛̔ ̴̺̪̱͇̦̾̓d̫͓ͯͪ̂ơ̢̨̪̗̮̥̗̖̠͂̈ͅň̨̪̞̮̭͔̅́͢'̲̅̏̔ͤ̓ͪ̆͌t͍̫̪̟͎̺͙̮͚ͮ̀͊̉ͥ͞ ̫̼̯̂͋́̐̿ͪ̿k̸̢͚̻͇̽̚͞ń̏̽͏̡̙͔͕̫̯̫̪͜o͍̺͛̓w͚͔̿̅́ ̶̙̩̪͙̿ͫ͠w̨͕̏̌͋̒̚͞͡h̻̫͍͖̖̘̗͐͊̋y̝͎ͩ̓̿͟͡ ͐ͣͨ҉̵̙̼͇̺͙͚ͅb͊̇͆҉͔̙̼u̥̺̟̫̼̦̰̐̎́̉̿̓͟ͅṫͥ̈ͫ̋́̎͐͘҉̛͇̤ ̹̦̰̠͊͛͐̉͆͑̅̈͡I̺͇͖̳̟̣̹ͧͫͯ̈́̿͊̃͊͞ ̧͓̯͍̩̖͎̣̄̌̓̾ͣ́ͫ͝p̨͎̟̫̦͊͛r̶̭͙̞̮̘̩̂ͦͦ̄̆ͫͬ̃́͞ͅo̢͚̖͖̔̇̐̈̄͆ͪm͖̝͎̣̪̱͙͇͍̊̓̚i͇̹̗͚͎̞͖ͩͫ̓͌͠s̡̲̦̭̊͒̓ͣͭͮ̕e̶̮̪̼͚͙̩̤̺̫ͧ͑̀ ̟̬͈̣̞̯̙̃͛̌I͉͗̑͠'̢͓̤̰̖̖̥̈͗̕l̲̠̮̠̯͔͇̝ͨͬͭ̍̑ͦ̏͒̀l̨̖̝̱̲͖̐̀̈̽̉̅ ̵̜̠͖͙̰̻̤͚͊̾͜m̉̂͏̘̮̥͓͝á̶̧̬̖̲͎͊̓̊́̓ͯ͘k̴͚̝̻̒̉̆̄ͨ͘e̥̯͙̮̥͒͑̋̒ͬ̒̒̿͡ ̨̲̪͙̘̭̭̤͕̯̎̃͑ͧ̓ͫ̎̉ṃ͉̓̆͌̌ͩͧ̓͂u͖̲͕̼͙̭͖̼̜ͫ͛͌̆ͤ̑̂̕m̡̳̋̈̋ͥͦͅm̨̩͉̑̂̉̀y̌̔̎̓̓͑̔͏̦̦͙̰͖ ̷̛̭̗̼̻̭̿̒̈́́͑̇ͭ̊ͅṩ̣̘͙͓͙̓ͤ̆͆ͧ̂̋o̯̮̟̼͎̜̿ͬ͊̅ ̴̷͖͉̘̬ͪ̋̐̔ͮp̰͖̝͂̇ͦ͆ͅr͙͕̳͍ͮͫ͋ͧ̚o̟͚̼͇͖͓͉̙̒͝u̓̓̊͋̀̓̾̎͞͏̲̬̠͎͖ͅd͙͇̖̘͕͛̇̈̿́̉̓ ̾ͤͪ̓҉̧̤͚̩͔̺ͅͅw̢͚̩̝̯̖̺͍̋̊̂ͣ̌ͩ̅̚h̶̞̰̰͑̓̂ē̦̑̄̒̃͋ͬ͋̀́͞n̶̗̘̪̆̉̂̄͘ ̨̫͙͍̤̙͋͌ͭ́͠I̴̴̲̟͗ͮ̐ ̵̢̢̩̤̟͍̥̱̪ͪ̏̊ͥk͓̟̭̘͖̭͎͈͑͑ï̲̲̻̯͓͍̦͓ͭͧ̾͊͆̎̄͟͞l̛̝̟͈̞̜̤͐̓͘ļ̿̉͆̊̍̽̚͢͏ͅ ̢̻̮̪ͨ͒ͤ̿ͧͯ͢h̘̞̹̅ͯͣ̽̂ͫ̓͝i͓͍̅̈̎ͬ̾̃̕m̛͇͈͓̣̤͉̦ͬͯͮ͆̾ͨ͌ͅ,̓̎͆̂҉̴̫̝͖̳̘͘ ̷͕ͭͩ̿͆͋̂̕Ĭ̷͍̑ͣ́'̷̢̟͕̙͈̘̮̫̅̔͋ͅͅl̞͙͕̠̲ͣ̊ͫͧ̓̑̆̐̀͝l̪̙̦̈͂̏ ̍̓̌ͯ͘҉͚̬̙̲d̃͌̅̽҉̪̖̗̻̪ͅą̮͖̓̇̑͋ͣ̌n̨̡̼̮̭̼̠̞̜͖͑̊̈c̷͍̈́͂́̈́͝e̟͖̲̤͋͗ ̵̛͕͍͚͕̼̾͛́͐ͫ͋ͬ͢i̵̖̣͎̝͑͒̊ͫ̍́͝n̶̢̞̔̅̌̍̄͒̀̽͢ ͎̦̖͕̝̦̱͆̇̈́ͣͩ̽̋́hͧͪͬ́̈͂͏̡̥̜̠̰i͚̦̹̗̲̰͂̍͐̓͑̋͊͗͢͞s̯̞͓̲͊̑ͩ͟ ̷̬̼̯͛͑̅̓̈́͜l̰̖͇͕̼͙̻ͩͨ̀ͮ̅ͧ͐̚͝ơ̸̭̞͖̮̤̅̒̄̂̔͟v̡̧̖̗̅̅̎̅̂͞ẹ̜̗͚͚̜̗̐͒͐ͥ̎l͍̮̩̊ͦ̒ͬ͒̚͝y̠̭͙̝͎̲͆̇̓ͪ̿̈́͊̍ ̦̘̳ͨͥͣ͑̑̀̈͢͞b̢̦̬̫͉ͦ̌̾̎ͭ̇̉͡ĺ̨̬̫̘̜͚̠ͬo̺͙̩͔̹̦̩͋͑ͨ̑͗͢͟ǫ̦̲͙̺͆̈̿̔d̨̛̙̺̗̟̮͂̓͂ ̣̱̒ͪͤ͆̐͊͆͊͜͞a̽͐̑̀ͣ̇̑҉͔̳͜n̬̞̝̰͚̍͑ͪͩ͛̽d̸͍͈̹̖̟̫̗̰̓ͣ̐ͤ ̴̰̖̳͚̺̃̀͌ͣͪ͑̈ͩ̃̕ͅl̡̬͙̻̠̳͆͌ͪͯí̴͖͔̪͇̟͈̽͋̑ͫ̂͊ͦ́ͅç̤̰̪̓̈́ͣ̽͌͘k̵̙̽͋͒̇̌ ̧͔̱̫̀̂ͪ͠͞i̛̤̠̯͍̎̂ͮ̏͊̽ͩ͜ṭ͙͗̀̿ͮ̌ͭ͘̕ ̠̝͕͙ͮ̂̇̇̽͡f̵̧̟̬͈̗͓͓͇̦ͣ̄̑͆ŗ̳͇̱̲̪̤͖̆̍ͅǫ͉̹̖͙̟̟̮̣̫͋̃̃̿̀́͑͞m̸̴̫̺̝̤͔͉͈̪͛̋̎̀ͥ ̵͈̭̌̌m̢̲̝̰ͯͩy̸̝̥ͬ͛͌̏ͬͣ͌͞ ̛̫͇́ͮh̼͆̾ͦ͗o̒ͪ͑̀ͫ̽̇̌͘͏̝̳̙o̮̥͍̩̊ͤ͑́͆vͤͪ̓̈́ͮͦ͌͊͏̬̪̝͚͎͈̠͕̯e̩͇̺̤͐̈͂̆ͬͯ̓̓͘͘s̐͛̂ͪ̊́̒ͣ͏̸̪͍͞ ̢̩̮̔̋͝b̵̗̠ͣͦͩͧ̌̏ͥ̚͠e̶̪̯̯̘̼͖̻͓̅ͮ̓ͨ̆͐̀̚̚f̢͈͇̱̳͙͍͕̪̓̀͊̇ͣ̉̄ͮͪo͔̳̗ͪ͛̚͢r̜̠̰̺͎ͧ͠ẻ̲̹̣̫͗ ̟̩͙͕̣̟͕̮̪ͯ̋̌͋̔́w̷̰̙̬̖̗͚̦͎͆͛̂ͫ̚e̤̞̻̺̿̍ͥ̓́̓͋ͩ ̹̣̬̗̰̙̠̓ͪ̐͑̉͡p̵̹͖̤͚͈̩͈͕̐̔o͚͍̫͙̘̊u͖̻͒ͣͣ̋͋̚r̰̜̻͎͚ͩ̍ͭ̔ͫͬ͜ ̥̗ͥ̌̔͆̚į͉̠̤̘̑̐̉̓ͫ͋̆t̵̤̜̯̰͎̞͇̜͂ͬͬ͡ ͔̟̺͈͆̓͒̐͒̋ͫ́i̝͓̹̘̫̾̓n̴̡̙ͤͧt͔͎̭̠̜̫̎͗̀͘o̹̣̮̟ͪ̎̅̄̿́̚͠ ̧͇͎̺͕̓̌͌͊͐ͅd̸̞̖̗̣̟̦̺͓̈́̂͗͋ͩ̍͘͝ǎ̛͉̬͓ͤ͆̚͝͝ͅd̷̯͙̊ͬ̐̇ͨͣ̉͛͟ḍ̬͉̬̱ͥ́̎ͭ͛̀͟͡͞y̶̧͓͇̗ͮ̉.̛̟̻̩̲̯͇̫͛͆̏̆ ̖̪͈̞̱̫͕͐͌̎͂ͨ̅̊̒͞
̷̠̦̥̦̬ͯ̿̽̓̀K̩͕̜̜̬̍̈̈́͑̔ͩ̚ͅi̘̜̰̲̫͕̟͖͛̉̐̿ͯͦͫ̉l͐ͬ͗̎ͪͯ̂͏͕̫͝l̶͉̮͛̈́̑͐͘ ̷͈̩͈̬͉͇̦̮̩̉ͣ̈́ͤͤ͒͜t̬͐̈́ͩ̕h̿ͬ͂͊̊́̚҉̤͚̲̘e͎̮͎̗͖̮̜͂͛ͭ͘͝ ̨̨͍̘̬͙̳̟̟ͯͧ͗̕ň̡̦͗̉ͧ̚ȃ̫̰͙̙̩̻̼͠u͆͑̄҉͚͉̳̣̗͍͇͘͢ͅg̡͕̒ͬ́́̐̍̏͠h̷̨̡͍̭̤̥̓ţ̺̯̠̠̳̭͖͒ͫ̾͛̎̑ͦ͝y̢͎͎̗̭̋͗́̚͝ͅ ̣͚͔̝̞̠̝̘̍̆̊ͣ͡p̧̧̋ͦ͐҉͍̹o̧͊̇͛ͦ͂̾ͬ͏̮̠̮͉n̡͚̯͈͉̤̑ͧ͆̓ͣ͆̽͟͡ͅi̶̝̻̱̙̬̝̥̐ͧ̽ͅe̸͇͆̾ͮ̾͞ś̸̱̲̒͂̌̕,͔̤̜̟͓̃̿͒̍ ͔̜̏ͬ̎͜͡m̴̯̜̗̘̝̠̓̔aͬ͐͋̀҉̮̼͓͢k̢̙̺̖͊͆ͪ̈ͦ̑͡͡e̴͔̦̲̟ͭ́͘͞ ̴̶͉͍͍̂ͫ̋̇ͣ̓̒n͈͊͒̑͢ě̟̥͔̮̩͞w͖̘͎͎̙̩̾ͧ͌͑ͤ ̰̦̫͚̪͎͖̪̘ͪ̄̎̎̀ṇ̛̛͓͈̯͚̻̯̲ͭ͗̓̎̆̑i̴͍͕̜ͭ̿͐ͦͫ̈́ͦ̿c̷̥̩̜͙̼̦̫̀ͅe̷̮͗͂̂ͥ̚͘͞ ̸̬̲̜̠̟̬̯͉͔̑̆͐ͭ͟o̎ͤ̈́ͬ̍ͯͬ̌̈͏̣͇̳̜̖͍͔̕͞n̉͋̀͝͏̠͠ẹ̼͕̭̪̮̮͓ͯ͌̊̚̚͢s̶̼̝͔͕̮̣͓̜ͬͮͯͣͥͬ͊͟.̴̸̪̮̪͕̱͖͕̂̇͛̏͡ ̣̗̹̞ͤͩ̂͆ͨ̈̽͘͡I͖͇̤͓̲͉͉͊́̿ͣ̊͊͆͛̿́͟ͅ ̶̖̲̺̰͉̖̝̭͌̇ͬͣ̽͌̚l̬̪̱̥̝͈̻ͨ̒̋o̸̺̤̠̩̒ͤ͡͡v̺͉̥̬͖͇̠̪ͫ͋̄̃ͨ͡ē̲̜͕̭̟̤̳̆̓̂̒̌̽ͩ ͖̹̗̟̰͕̀ͬ̅ͤ͑́ḿ̢̳̲̘̠̰̟̥̙͌̊̑ͨ̓͛̒y̧̡̢͇̮̬̪̓ͣ̓͐ͯͪ̓ ̦̫̖͓͙̥̯ͣ̾͐ͮ̓ͨm̗͇̤̤̩̬̞̬̿͊ͦ̈ͧͬ̎u̷͔̟̱ͬ̎̈́͜͡m̡̙̰͎͓̩̾ͭ͡͠m̶͈͇̯̰͑͂ͯ͗̾ͧͧ̃ỳ̨͕̩̭͙̳ͩͯͪ̑ͨ͜ͅ ̶̷͉̤̼̠͔̦̲̑ͫ̔̉͂͛͢b̪̬͇͔̓ͣ̂ͦͯ̂̽͘ͅȩ͍͌͐͝c̭̿̍̒̏̇ͤ̚͡ạ̑͗̄͑̓̕ȗ̹̫̓ͩs̜͎̻͍͖͖̻̠̾͋́ͮ̑̅ͩ̐̎̕e̢͖̘͇̽̅̀͡ ͙ͮͣͩ̊ͮ͗ͫs̜͙̒ͫh̩̓͌̈́̀ͅȩ̞͈͙ͬ̂̑͝ͅ'̢̬͕̦̌̎̂̎ͩ̔ͯ͒̚̕s̙͚͖͖̳̱͆̊͗͜ ̨̝̥̐̆̏̌͋́͞š͍̰͒o̵̦͚͖̮̖͐ͨ͆ ̵̻̭̤̼̭̰̪̙͆̔̌͑ṣ̸͔̟̟̜͖̺̿͆̏͐͐m̡̱̞ͬ͂̽̌̏ą̰̠̏ͭ̚ȑ̸̦̞̻̲̜͚͈̫́́t̵̫̯̟͒ͣ̅̂̇͠ͅ ̷̧̥̻̗̈ͧ͗͛̏ͫ͒ẅ̜̣͇͈̱̠̘͚́́͢͢i̸̴͚̘͙̪̱ͧ̽̀ẗ̷̠̜̮̟̲̲͇̦̒h̸͍̣͕͍͈͇͇͇̞͊̈́̇͋ ̷͍̼̠̔͘ḩ̵͎͔̞̱̏ͤ̎ͩ̔̇͜e͓̜̰̗̜̰̞ͩ̋̈̿́̉̋̎͡r̛̘ͪ̓ͫͯͤͯͤ ͖̆̓̓̅͋͞i̻̥̹̜̫͉͌̃d̴̠̰̫͐ͪ̏ͭ̅͜ȇ͇̤͚ͩ͛̽̒ͥ̍́a̅̀̈҉͍̳s̙͍̉̈́ͣ̐ͦ͛.͈̘͂ͥͯ̀͡͠

Author's Note

For anyone confused, yes this chapter is supposed to look like this.

Atmosphere's Log

This is unacceptable.

I have put up with Rainbow Dash’s dangerous experiments as she is my leader, I am a loyal and proud pegasus and I know my place. But I must soon speak with her, she and her mistakes are out of control.

I found a note from her newest creation yesterday; a barely legible scroll granted but still, we have been informed by Rainbow Dash and Kuleco that the experiments were unable to even comprehend basic Equestrian, now they are writing in it and seem to understand concepts of family, warped though their vision of that concept may be.

This note raises far too many concerns to be ignored; it took a while of decoding and what I ended up with did not make sense, it still indicates that they are capable of independent thought.

This cannot be allowed to continue. Princess Celestia will hear about this.

Author's Note

Short update tonight, apologies, the update tomorrow will be more substantial.

So Mean

Ń̢̹̙̂̓̈́̐a̴̢̫̰̳ͪ̑̅ͮ̿s̈́́͏̭͕̲̖̫̣̀t̻̪̬̯͎̺̄̑͋̀͑͆y̥̼̝͉̰̠̫͗͂̂̒͐ͭ͌͐͢ ̞́͒̈́̏͠d̗͓̗̝͎͋͌ͥ͂ͨ͜͢͞o̬͌ͪ̅̀̏̆͛ͯ̄c̼̮͇̥͇̍̄͊͗̽͞ͅtͦͧ̑̃̏ͫ̾҉̩̼͖̘o̧͖̤̓̄͠r̶̢͉̭̤̟͖͕͊ͬ̚ ͇͎͚̩̗̒ͯͥ̾ͪͪͥwͩͨ̆ͬ̈̃ͦ͏̨͕̜͕̰å̡͕̔ͫ̌̆̽ͭ̂͟n̝̦̲͚̬̱͓̯̿͂ͩͦt̜̮̖̦̲̏̋̍͛̎́s̪̄̓̽ͮ̇ͥ́̈̔͝ ̲̝͚͙̥͗̋̑͜t̡̮̮͚̰ͬ͠ö̦͔͎͖̭͔̲́̂͌̀ ̨̫́͗̈̀̍̎̆ͨ́h͒ͮ̋͏̻̪͖̯͇̙̩̖̮ȕ̖̻ͮͬr̷̖͕̬ͮ̑͋͋̅ͪ̀͠t̮̝̲͍̹̩̘̙͈ͧ̑̇ͥͯ͒̈́̀͠ ̴̦̩̘̝̖͎̠̦ͧ̌ͣ͋͊́m̟̯̓̒̉͠ů̎̿͂̈́̿҉̷̦͙̭̙̬̩̮̼m̆͑ͪ̔͢͏̝̫̦͖m̗̘̰̺͕̪͎̞̉̾y͚͙̘̻̤͕̜ͨ͐͟͠ ̣͔̮̱̪̗ͪͯ̚a̛̙̝̰̘͎͖̾̔̈́̔͛̊͡͞g̗͚̦͎̣̘̖̔̀̀a̶͕͉̱̘̅͊̏ͅͅi̴̦̞̺̍̉ǹ̈ͦ̃ͣͨ͏͉,̃ͪ͗̊̆̃̃̆ͮ͏̡̺̪͓̺ͅ ̣̘̜̤̜̻̙̐̑͐̐͌̚w͒ͮ͝͏̡̟̻͔̹̙ḥ̞̞̱̜͍̄͆̒ͧ͡ͅy̠͎̋ͪͯ͌ ̶̓̈ͭ̅͗̇͞ͅi̶̻̠͉̙̜̯͒ͧ͒ͬ́̽̀ś̟͈̘̼̬̺͙̘̠͛ͮ͆ͯ̀ ̴̛̰̩̫̖̤͚̟͍̑ͤ̄̊͆̏͝h̢̗̳̥̰̗ͦ̌̌̒ͮe̤͎̪͇̘̽ͩ͛̍̉̆́̚͝ ̙̞̯̟͕̂̔̉̅̍͞a̶͚͈̜̭̜͐̃̎͞l̠͔̇̎̍̿͗̅͆̓ͥw̵̯͉͊ͫ͜a̭͙̣̖̟͙̟̜̔͒͢y͌͗̽҉͙͢s͐҉̠͖̜͖ ̨̜̠͉̯̿̋̈̾͌͟ͅs̸̲̻̪͖̗̮ͮͬ̎̍́͡ͅö̤̘͍́͟ ̡̜͉̻̝̰̟͒͒̎͝ͅm̭͙̿ͩ͊̔͒̕e̪̬͔͈̋ͣ͗̓̀̚̚ͅà̴̠̭͍̫͇̭ͯ̿͋ͤ̏ͬ̕n͛ͫ͒͏̬̜̟͕̝͔ͅ?̙͍͍͈̞̘ͣ̂̍̈̀ ̷̡͖̣̘͎̤̮͕̥̙̓̐͝M̵̵̞̪̑͆͆͌ͪ̈̓͞ͅu̴̴̸̼ͬ͑̐m̜̦̥͖͉̠̖̽͊̾̆̓ͯͮ́ͅm̥̩̬̻̮̮͆͗̀͑ͫ̋ͣ̀y̴̢̟̤̣̅ ̡̜̬̝̉͊̈́̉͑ͤͅi̥̫̜͕͍̼͆̀͘͠s̡͙͈̼̞̩̘̱͖̘͊̂ͩ̋ͩͫͣ̀ ̠̰͈̤̻̗ͪͭ̉́a̸̬͚̱̼̻̟͚̯̪̋͋͒̒ͨ̃ ̃̈ͤ̓͗̇̚̚҉̱̼̟̳g̙͓̰͔̭͉̅̓͌̀ͩ͗o̡̲̣̻̘͖̾̂͗o̧͎͙͉̗̝̠̥͉̩ͦͮͩ̕d̨̞̠͔ͣͦ͑ͬ̚͘ ̸̛͔̫ͧ͂̇p̸̛̱̝̱͔̳͈̬ͣͪͬ̆͒̏ͤ̎ͅǒ̸̙̤͕̩̘̤̖ͥͦ̔͒ͫ̌͐͝ͅn̴̡͇̤̥̝̔̍̒͋̈ͬ͝y̘̭̹̙̖̳̑̔̆̓ͤͅ,ͣ̐ͬ̃̈͢҉͈͞ ̶̶̯̦́̑s̢̨̜̤͙͔̜̙͋ͬͭ͑h̷̹̜͓͈͔̠͉͍̹͋̈́͛̌̀͢e̯͖̰̫̱̪͈̦̅͑̈͒̓̅̓ ̷̞̤̞͕̳̽̊͗̇̈̈́̆͜͝à͈̰̦̜l̸̦̗̹̥̙͖̬͑̆̔͂̿́̚w̾ͨ͂҉̯̥̪̮ḁ̵̦̦͉̠̳̤͛̽̍̀͆ͤ̽̌ỹ̨̫̺̱̬ͣ̋̋ͣ͌͊s͖̼̑̽ͭ͊͝ ͉̝̠̲̹̝̱̗ͫw͖̱̹̖̲͛ͥͫ̀̄ȧ̡͓̤̤̠͂ͭ̉ͭ͌ͫń̖̳͚̫̍̌ͨ͂ͭͬ̕ț̟̳͖̺͋̇̑̌̅ͫ́ș̩̪̼͇ͣͨ̑̔̉̋͐̓̽͢ ̘̤̦͍̤̦̪͎̞̆̀ṭ̰͕̮͔̙͆̎̂͘o̢̜̤̹͙̺̳̯̦͐̂̇͛ ̸̰̮̥͍̒ͤ͑̓ͧ͐̄ͮ̍͡m͂͒ͬ͜҉̻͓̲͇͚̺̯a͔̝͕͓͉͑̂̀͝ķ̪͓̖̯̟̤̗̈́ͦ͊ͫ͝͞e̛̤̦͖͈̞͇ͩͭ͢ ͔͎͌͑ͧ̾ͤ͝ḿ̜͖̍͊̋͑ͣ͗e͖̟̤̫̖̺̍͝ͅ ̠̘͉̖̙̣̏ͤ͗ͩͤ̆̓̊̇a̴̫̯̟͚͕̣͙̅ͩ̎̈́ͧ̇̓n̪͍̩̞͍̺̼̈́̊̔̾̕d̵͇̼̜͚̺͓͙́́̿̄̈̇̅̒͐͠ͅ ̴̢̧͇͖͈̺̗̎d̸̷̳̮̗̲ͨ̉å͎̲̘͍̗͗̕͢͢d̵̪̪̹̳̺̰̓̒͒̿d̐͛́̈͐ͦ͟͏͉̻̲͍̹̖̼ͅy̴͉̺͎̫̩̙̖̑͑̑̈́̉̕ͅ ̨̞̣͙̪͔̦̜̐̈́ͩ̚ͅb̘͎̳ͬ̌ͮ̍̏ͤ͆é̴̺̮̙̩̍ͨͪ̄͌ͪťͯ̾͏̘͎͙̬t̗̟̗̭̙̼̳̼̍ͯ͋͢e͓̘̍ͪ̉̏̍̑͗̔̅͟r͙̗̯͎̰͔̝̐̽͛̕͜,͎̞͓͎̬̱͗͛͊͒̓͠ ͙͎̩̪̩̫̲̲͔̈ͬͯ͠s̞̞̍̆̏̊ͤ̋͞h̤̙͍̭ͤ̾ͤ̓̂͋e̦̝͙͎͕̤̹͆̈́̋̚͘ ̝͖̥̠̲̜̟ͭ̓̄ͧ͠ͅs̨̮̯͇̞̺̠̟͓̍ͤ̐͒̚͟a̧̝̼͈͚͔ͫ͒ͮ̇͒̑y̡̬̳̰̜͇ͤ́s̲͓͕͕ͫ͢ͅͅ ̵̖̩̥̜̠̙̮͖̊̈̆͒͆̀̈́ͥI͇̖͕̭̤̬̾̈̐̽ ̉̿̏̃̿̂̄̚҉̛̭͚̬͖̯͙̤̠m̴̝̙̜̞̤͒̓̐̚͡ͅí̢͉̈́͒̽̍͑͒̌̃ͅg̵̛̖͇͕̩̣̖̩̺̅̌ȟ̵̷̹̩̺̚͡t̠̪̥͇ͣͥ̀̽̿ͬ̏͟͟ ̵̢͔̞̜͓̳̹̪̠͛͌͊͠e̷̢̘̲̻̤̥͛̿v͌ͤͯ̾͒̈̅͜҉̫̝̹̞e̤̜͎̗̍̌̇̃̽̂͠ͅn̟̹̆̉̾ͭ̓̚ ̵̹̺̺̱̱̻̺̱ͧͤ̉͌ͬ̿͂̋ḥ̛̆͜a̗͎̦ͫ̐̿̅̋̆v̛͇̪̦͇̏̓̏ͮͮͅḛ̶̢̦̱̦̙̆̔͊̀ͥ̌̇ ̯͉̦ͯ̂́̒ͤͥ̓́b͕͍̠̆͂̒r͕̞̩̃ͯ͜ỏ̸̪̣̼̇͜t̷͔͍̝̞̾ͨͬͧͧ̄̚͢h̷͙̭͇͎̣ͮ̓̑͟e̴̡̻̭̯͉̩̖̗ͭͫͩͣ̍ͦ̏̈́ͅr̢ͩ̌̂̆́̎͛ͫͩ͘͏̣̳̟̘͇͍ṣ̨̥̮̖̮͒ ̢̧͉̼̯̝͔̭̬͚̆̈s̤̩ͮ̈́ͤ͢o̢̟̳̹̲̖͔͈ͬ̇ͣ̋o̵͖̗͙͂̃̒n̳̹̮̮̜̝̜͕̓̃͠.̢͓͙͔͇̲ͭ͗͢ͅ
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̧͖̬̭̟̯̳̀̒ͮ̒̍̋̊̓͠I̙͔ͬͮ͊̚͘'̩̲̂ͣͮl̴̷͉͍̟̻̦̹͕͆̌ͨ́ͪļ̮͔̼ͭ͆̓̐̆̐͛ ̰̪̮͍̤̝ͯ̃͆̑̕ͅm̧͙̰̫̮̲̼͈ͪ͒͜a͋̒ͬ̉̀̓ͨ҉̻̯ķ̳̳̼̇́̅̏ͧ́ȩ̷̩̳̗̟͈̼̺̖̰ͬͣ ̲̫ͬ͛͜h͛ͯ͌ͫ͠҉͔̥͎̦̗͕̭͜e̒́̈̏͏̼̣r͓̬͕̫͑͟ ̾̓̾̐̏ͭ҉̛͓͈̩͙̪ş̠͖̭̭̣̻̟͍ͮ̎̏̌́̈ͣ́̚o̩͈͍͋̂̏͠ ̢̡͈̻͑͗͐ͭ̓ͮͮ͜p̜̖͌̽̔̚͢͢͞r̖͓͂͛̋͢ọ̼̰̦ͪ̓̄̇͐͗͘͘͠ͅṵ̘̗̦̰̬͊͆̈͢ḋ̡̲͍ͫͨͯ̒.̳̰ͫ͐͆͆ͪ̒͘͠ͅ

Arrest Warrant.

In accordance with the law of Equestria, this document officially declares the pegasus known as Soeris to be a traitor to Equestria.

Soeris is to be captured alive if possible and anypony who assists the traitor or neglects to apprehend/report him shall be treated as equally guilty.

Ponies are reminded that the sentence for treason is death, with no chance for appeal and no possibility of an alternate sentence outside of definitive proof to the contrary. Any attempt by the traitor to leave Equestria or for anypony to assist him in leaving Equestria is futile.

This warrant is recognised by every law enforcement agency in Equestria and failure to carry it out will result in reassignment or forced resignation.

This document was authenticated and approved by.

Princess Celestia.

Princess Mi Amore Cadenza.

Prince Blueblood.

Atmosphere's Log #2

My letter to Princess Celestia is complete, I shall now alert her to the travesty that this facility has been reduced to under miss Rainbow Dash; Element of Harmony or not she has been anything but loyal to our cause and I for one-

Probably should have been more careful about where he left his notes. Thought you’d be interested seeing what the bastard had been writing to pat himself on the back with.
-Kuleco.

Notice: Reassignment

By order of Princess Celestia, the Lunar Guard and it’s subset the Night Guard are hence forth considered disbanded, effective immediately. All guards and soldiers assigned positions in these groups are considered on paid leave until reassignment.

The dissolvement of the Night Guard and Lunar Guard, in addition to it’s various subsets, is a private matter between Princess Celestia and Princess Luna; any guard found to be discussing the matter without express permission and outside official documentation purposes will be disciplined, severely.

Princess Luna shall not be answering questions regarding the decision so please deter any members of the press and/or soldiers who wish to speak personally about their reassignment; reporters are to be ejected from the castle grounds, all soldiers who wish to inquire as to the nature of their reassignment should speak to Princess Celestia.

Anypony who wishes for reassignment opportunities beyond Canterlot please speak to Prince Shining Armour or Princess Mi Amore Cadenza.

Entry 12

Everything’s almost ready.

My letter to Applebloom and Sweetie is finally finished, now I just need to set up the clubhouse for my goodbye to them. It feels kinda bad to steal stuff but it isn’t like I can pay for it anymore.

Besides with that weird stallion gone I can focus more now; the rainbows are still practically blocking out the sky but I think everypony is just getting used to it, no pony else besides me seems to notice anything of about it at least.

But still, things aren’t right; no one is acting like they used to be, how they should be, the whole town is so nasty now! I even saw Fluttershy kick a bunny! What the hay, that is not Fluttershy, she’d be more scared of hurting the bunny than getting in trouble for it.

This town has gone crazy... and I don’t care anymore.

Because why should I? They let a murderer stay in town, they even made her one of their local heroes and suckered all of us foals into how awesome and radical she was. They probably knew already what she was like!

I’ll give my letter to Sweetie and Applebloom, they’re two ponies I still give a flying feather about in this hell.

When that’s done... time to find out if ghosts can die.

Author's Note

Another one chapter update guys, sorry.

So Sorry

Ḑ̵̲́ͅa̘̞͍̕͝d̦͖͟d̞͈̩ỳ̳̺̦̤̜̙̤́͜ ̨̠̮̻̗̺̱͜͟s̢̰͉͟a̢͈͖͖̳̳̠̙̬y͚̳̩͢s̨̟̠ ͏̭̼̦̗̺͚m̢̗̜͍̙y͏͔͎̙̫ ͘͏͕̰͙̫̳̟͇͢ͅw̰̺͉̩̪͔͙̤r̷͍̙͚̖͕̤͟i̧̻̰̦̲̹̟͝ţ̳̮͕̺̗̞i̻̳̠̰n̩̺̟̗̱̘͖g̡̪̻ ̖͎͚̝̱̝̗́͟į̤̞͍͢͡s̴̹̟̬̬͔̘̱̖͟͠ ̢͍͚̱̰̟̮͟g̻̜͚è̥̙̺͉͜t͏̧͏̭t̞̺i̸͔͕n̪̞͙͈̯g͏̸̵͓̘͇ ̤̭̟̻͉͘b̛͔̳̪̳͠ę̵̣̰t͖̟͈̝͓̯͙̳͝t͙͉̞͍͞e̵͜҉̫͇͙r̹͘͜͠ ̺̟̞̠̘̲̥̀ǹ̩̥o͠҉̬͕̥̼̮̲̪ͅͅẉ̧̦̮.̦̼̹̜̹̠̪̯ ͓͉̪͙̯I̵͎̻̞̥͡ ̴͕̖̰̰͎͉̘̱w̵̺͚̯̩̗̩̥͚̲͟a̝̱̲̮̠̹̳n̴̠̫̼̙͟ṯ̢͚̮͝ ͉͇m̧͔͘u̼̟̘m̡͚̯̤͡͝m͉͚̪͟ỵ̨̧̺̞̤̦.͉̣̯̜̯͚ ͓̗̬͚W̨̤̪͖͢h̷̨͏͈̙̦̤͔̟y͔̞̗̣ ̶̞͕̺͠h̸̪͙̣̗ͅa̧̗̦̟s͖̳̘̳̩̭̯͎̀ ̲̫̠s͏̘̬̺h̪̺̠̠͠͞e̪̗̤͎̘͍̳͙͕̕ ͝҉̺̮͎͖̟̫̞̱a͉̺͇ͅb̨͞҉͉á̫͙̤́͘n̦͙d̢͈̘̝̀o̴͙͙̹̜̯͙̗̬n͖e̵̸̦̗̭ḏ̩ ̧̻̙m̡̜͕͟e̮͞?̧͍͓̮̠͖͠ ҉̮͖͙̭͍͍̹̤D̥̬̗̜̝̲͢͡i̴̦̯̗̥̼̝̲͡d̴̶̖̗̬̟̪̳ ̻͇̠͇̟̜̺͠I̶͉̮͜ ͇̱̤͇͇̫̦̕d͉̮́͞ò̻̟̝̕͡ ̼̦͇͕̻̣͜͜͝w̧̞̖̭̩̤͇̝̣͟r͡҉̢̪̠̺̼̫̟̣o̭̮̼̰̭͠n̝̖͙̳͍͠g͞͏̼̣̫̻̩̣͈̗ ̧̖̮̲̭̺͢ͅa̟͎̼̩̙͇g͜͏͎̥̫̙á̭̱͔͖̗͉í͔̠̕n̷͈̜̘͘?̨̫ ̶̨̩̘̖̼̰͘D̴̦̼̲͔̗̰͕͡i̩̲̣ͅd̛̻̰͘ ͍̟I͝͏̷͓̲̠̮̟̫̙͓̼ ̧̛̝̯̭̬͈̩͎͢m͇̟̦̰͓͇̳͈a̧̛̮͉͘k̷̷̝̝e̸̵̱̝̥ ̡̥̘͓͕̣͡m͚͙͉͕̪̼̰u̸̘̯m̞̬͙̳͕̬͘͡m̖͈̯̫̞͖̠̯͟͞ý̧̦̲͓͓̥̤̥͎ ̡̢̲̣̙̞̝̤̩̱͉͡a̵̩̬̖͘͡n̢̙̲͓̦̳͢g̖͈̠̱̦͙͇̘̕͘r̥͈̜̩͓̬͇y̷͎̜̦͡?͕̬̼̤͎͖̦͡͞ ̬̗̗̺̕P̷̬̭l҉̘̘̟̬͓̮͝e̟̰͍̱͞á̡̡̦͚̥̩̭s̸̮͓̯͓͖̮͉e̴̛͚̪͈̩.̨҉͖̦.̵̯̺̺͈͉.͏̶̬̦̥͙̜͡ ͏̨̖̤̪͇͘I̷҉̘͇͍͢ ̧̱̼̥̮͝w͉̺͚̫̞͟a̮̳̱͎̻͝n̵̫̹̜͍͘t̩̞́͘ ̠͞ͅm̥̫͇̯͖̦͔͔͢͝y̧͖̠͍̘͚̟͔͕͢͞ ͖̳̺̳͎̰̣̖ͅm̷̵͕̩̣̦̪u͉̯ͅḿ̡̛̞̪̻m̧̘̗͔y̨̦̼͎̭͇̟̕,̴͍̖͔̞̬̘̻ͅ ̡͉̝̼̬͉͙I̡̗̜̠̜̹'҉̞͕̩̲̻̙ͅm҉͙̩ͅ ̥͚̠̺̤̲ͅs̨̞̻̬̀͡ǫ̥͓̠͕͕̣̺̱r̭̥͎̖̝̰͘r̨̖̼̺̗͕͓̦̥̙͝y͙̙̲̮̭̦͝ ̸̱̬͖̪̤̻́I͏̸̰͉̼̹̺̗̘͈'̯̼͎̼m̷̡͚̱͇͎͙̰̱̀ ̵͙͚̦̪͉̲̤͍͟ͅw̷̭̬͕͕͙͢r҉̦͇͖̩͎͚͞o̵̖̥̺͈͟n̡͔̱̹̟̘̕g̮̩̘̞ ̩͈͉̕a̗̦̯̫͈͓͢n̖͓͘͜d̥͢͡ ̷͓̟͖͇͜d̗̰̞͖̙͞i̷̱̯̝̞͘͡s̭̹̖̦̜̯g̛̭̬̣̀u͔͖͙̻̩̳ṣ̴͍̟̪̠̘̰͕t̗͕̞̰͇͢͝ͅi̸͎̗͙̝͜n̛͖̼̠̦̫̳̪̕g̛̤̻̙̭̬̯̤.͖͖͙͞ ͝͏̺̗̖̝̀

Kuleco's Journal

I swore I wasn’t going to start doing this, RD would kill me if she knew I was going behind her back and writing down stuff like this.

But then that’s just it isn’t it? Where the hay is that mare? Two weeks since we offed that filly she knew and I’ve seen her all of once, and even that was just because she gave me my new orders. Ever since then she’s been going through letters and the PA system.

This isn’t like RD, not at all; the mare I knew was all spunk and drive, she knew what we did here was awesome and she wasn’t afraid to let us have fun with it like those snobs who’d been in charge when they first brought me in. She knew they’d got me on a bum deal working here and she made it fun again.

And then we kill the one thing keeping her tied down and she goes completely awol on me!

I mean what does she expect me to do, run this place my self? I told her I don’t know the first thing about running a factory and frankly why the hay should I? They saved me and got me here because they knew I could do two things, make fillies hurt and keep my yap shut when I needed to, now where did I ever agree to get landed with running this whole bucking factory which I swear to Celestia is falling apart?

Mind you, not like I can blame her. She’ll never admit to it and neither will I if we need to defend our positions here but we’re in trouble; we shouldn’t have offed Atmosphere before we got the info we needed out of him. He had all the information for RD’s little pet project and he was the one who knew how to maintain the Pegasus Device, and now it all might as well be shoved right up Celestia’s fat flank because we ain’t getting it back.

If they come to evaluate this place we’re going to be in serious trouble; we had a hard enough time keeping Scootabrat’s near escape on the quiet and now the whole factory’s about ready to give, not sure how long we can keep that quiet.

It’s time me and RD had a talk again, face to face, whether she likes it or not.

Entry 13

Almost ready.

I dropped the letters to Sweetie and Applebloom telling them to meet here for some after school crusading, they think it’s Dinky who wants to join up with the CMC early. I really wanted to just tell them but I can’t do that in letter form; “oh hey it’s your dead friend and I want to meet at the place we all used to play”, sounds like something Diamond Tiara would pull if she thought she could get away with it.

Mind you she probably could now with the town like this.

I wonder why Sweetie and Applebloom haven’t changed though; everypony else is being all surly and mean to each other but they’re the same, well kinda, they’re always sad now even when they’re trying to act like they’re fine but they aren’t turning into big jerks like the rest of the town.

A carriage arrived again today; it better not be anymore weird stallions bugging everypony or I might have to actually take up haunting.

The Soeris Report 6

I’m not going to bother with formalities anymore, who the hay is likely to even read this anymore? I’m on my own, hunted by ponies without morals and cut off from the Princess and my resources.

I have taken up residence in the Everfree Forest for the present time; there is a hut of local Zebra witch doctor near my cave, if I find myself in truly desperate need I can go to her for help but I would rather avoid that if possible.

But regardless of my wants I may be needing her soon.

Against my better judgement I ventured back to Ponyville today and took a sample of one of the now half dozen rainbows pervading it. I prayed I was wrong about the reason for it, that maybe there was just some misunderstanding on the part of the weather team or that perhaps it might have even been a local custom or some such.

But I’m afraid there is no mistaking it.

Those rainbows hanging over the town are tainted: the... spectra, Luna help me I just remembered what goes in those abominations, is tainted, beyond the fact that it is created from the blood of innocents, there are additional chemicals and alchemy materials in this sample, I highly suspect that the presence of it in the rainbow could be essentially turning them into a bio-weapon.

This might explain the behaviour of everypony in Ponyville; are they aware of what is happening and do not want outside interference or is this serum doing something to cause their attitudes to be this way?

It would appear I have little choice however but to hurry; today in the outskirts a carriage landed and the occupants are most unpleasantly familiar.

It seems Kuleco has escaped.

I Am Truly Sorry

I can no longer do this.

So much death, so much suffering and yet I have let it happen.

No more. My life is meaningless if it will stop the horrors being committed in this once great kingdom.

The responsibility is mine to shoulder. I shall face the consequences of my actions, whatever they may be, and with no hesitation I can say that whatever may become of me it will not be sufficient.

This kingdom will be freed from this dark and treacherous time; even if the ponies do not know it they are living in a world without freedom, a world that is forever poised to strike down any who oppose those truly in charge and who shall never release their iron grip unless they are dealt with.

The world will be lead into a golden age with their defeats.

And for allowing them to rise, I am truly sorry to everypony. This is my fault.

Entry 15

The world has a sick sense of humor.

I needed to get out of town for a while with this weird guy with the scars running around. That wasn’t an invitation to pull me back to the bucking Rainbow Factory!

But then, maybe it was a good thing; the place looks a wreck. Good, I hope they fall in their own machine but what’s weird is how barren the place seems now. When I... died there and when I got snapped back there before the whole production line was packed, the machines weren’t going and I couldn’t see Rainbow Dash or that Doctor guy anywhere.

Wonder what’s happening over there? Hopefully something that’ll bring it down at least.

Anyways I’m hiding out in the Everfree for now until that guy clears off; I’m hoping he’ll just leave like the other guy did if I wait it out but if not I guess maybe my plan to get rid of nasty stallions won’t go completely wasted.

Only tricky part is going to be moving my writing stuff to the Everfree; it’s hard enough keeping anyone at Sweet Apple Acres from finding it but now I have to carry it to the Everfree where anypony can see it flying into the Forest, as if this freak being able to see me wasn’t bad enough I could start a panic in the to-

Oh who am I kidding, no one in the town cares anymore; this guy could start shouting what actually goes into those rainbows over their heads and they wouldn’t care, might as well just haul it across the town not like anyone could even stop me.

Kuleco's Journal 2

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?

Regarding Your Suspicions

To Princess Luna, Princess of the Night.

Princess I’m glad you came to me with this rather than causing a ruckus about it, if we are indeed dealing with a conspiracy here that could’ve been disastrous both for your own personal safety and for any chance of seeing the truth uncovered.

But regardless my analysis of the document that disbanded the Night Guard has shown tampering, though I am afraid not in the manner you were undoubtedly hoping for; it would appear that the signature of Princess Celestia is indeed genuine and would appear to have been made with full knowledge of what she was signing.

What is interesting is the signature of Princess Cadence; while it is indeed her signature on this document, that much I can indeed confirm, it would appear that the main body of text that makes up the document was modified at some point after she signed the paper. This to me would suggest that Princess Cadence in fact signed this document without knowing what it would ultimately be used for.

You said that the arrest warrant the guards have been acting on was for your investigator? Why in Equestria would Princess Celestia order that, it doesn’t make any sense to try and arrest somepony for trying to look into a disappearance.

I think you, me and your investigator need to meet face to face sooner rather than later.

Sincerely

Doctor Chronos.

The Soeris Report 7

This can’t be possible.

I feel that I relocate my current hiding spot soon, I believe the local flora may be causing me visionary hallucinations.

Regardless I must remain here at least until I am able to contact Princess Luna again, the question is how; with the royal guard now out for my head movement even within Ponyville has become practically impossible, never mind attempting to venture to Canterlot, my efforts to make contact would be suicidal.

I am afraid that my reluctance to contact the Zebra shaman living in these woods will have to be put aside, these hallucinations cannot go on, they are now actively interfering with my ability to perform my duty and this is too important for that.

I cannot have my own eyes deceive me, especially not when they present me with such cruel images, I would almost imagine it to be Poison Joke but surely even King Sombra would fail to find such horrible tormenting amusing.

What kind of sick mistake of nature would create a poison or hallucinogen that causes these kind of illusions?

Entry 16

Oh no... please somepony help me...

I’m dying. I can feel it but this doesn’t make any sense, I can’t die again! I- I can’t!

Oh Luna, I can feel it again; I’m writing to try and keep myself distracted but it’s not working, I can feel the hooks again, I can feel the needles and my spectra being pulled out of me.

Oh please make it stop.

Please, anypony, anypony at all, Celestia, Luna, Rainbow Dash, Discord anypony, please just let me die!

Nothing is worth this.

Please... help me...

Something’s pulling me away... it’s the only thing I can feel aside from the pain, the only thing that doesn’t make me my existence like a cruel torture.

…..

I think... I think I’m moving to the afterlife...

And I’m going to Tartarus...

It’s not fair...

...I’m sorry...

So Wrong

It̘̲̠͕̹͉̞ ̴̹̬͎̝̦̦i̷͔̮s̨̮͎̺̼̘̮̖n̮̮'̺̰̙t ̹͖͝r͇̗̘͎̻͇i̶͕͙͕̲̤̤ͅg͈͈̝̥̤̠h̠͜t͢.̝͡ ̦̬Į k̠n̦͝o̻͍̘͚̙w̧ ̬̰̞̻̕M̢͈͎̼̮ư̺̘̗̤̤̮mm̠̜̮̙̝͜y̵̹̣͍̙̼ ̡k̴͚͎͇͎n̗͈͘ǫ̯͙̝̼̯w̝͈͉͖͓s̮̩̥ ͍̮̟̞̳͓bè̦͕̝ş̰̺̣͇̺̪ͅt͏̪͔̯̮̞̻̩ ̫̼̖͞b̶u͔͚͕t̗̗̬̣̮̼͞ ̺̮̮I̧̲̦̩̹̤͉ ̡̼͇̣̖͔̺t̨̹̭h̜̘i̧̟̙͔͉n͉̱͢k͇̮ ̴̟͕͕͉̦ͅs͚͎̗͇̯h̶̻͕͈̖̝̜̮e̟͉̮͚'̻͓̭͇̼͎͠s͓͍͟ ̗̮͎b̫̖̪͈̼̯̲̀e̴̩̹e̗̮̟͙n̟̻̻͕̩͈͎͢ ̶t̸̤͚͚r̛̠i̭̜͎̙̥͉c̰͞ḱe̢͈̜d ̯̙b͉̫͖̙͈̖͡y̫̙̦͎͈̺ ̻̱͍̮̲̭̹t̜͍͍̟̙̠͘ͅh̳̻͖̭̕i̞̻̫̩͇͙͓͝s̴̻͎̲͎̫̖ ͉̦m̰̥̳͔e̮͔̬̘̻̺͔͞a͚͠ͅn̝̪ ͓͍͔s͕͢t͓͘a̷͚̭̮̖̠l̡̖̩̜͉͖̜li̙͈͙̲o̡̥̮̖̰n͓̲̘̮̲̮̮.̷
͍̙͇̣H̹͓̝e̥'̮̖s̖̪ ͚̠̪͔̟̣̕ņ̹͙͚̗̰ͅa͞s̟̜̲̮͞ţ͍̟̭͔̰͇y͎̭̫ t̘͎o̴̯̝ ̨p̜̙̀o̲̺̬̼̮͘n̼̪i̖̯̰̠̠e̗s̕ ̙a̺n̨̜̣̫ḏ ̙̳͢ͅh͈͈͍͢e͎̞͈̼ ͢f̬̪̱̟̜ͅͅe̮è͕̹̪̺͇̭͈d͕̹s͠ ̡͍͚͓t̟̭̗͖̖͈h̻̼̥̳͇̻̝ę̞͎̤̣̘͇̪m҉̝̥̫̥̹̼ ̦͖t͎̥o̦̥ ̜̖̰D̫̺̳̝̙͕a͏̩̦̘̞d̘̜͍̞̩͟d̛y͎͕̳͍̣̘̬;͔͙ ̷̼͎̹̮̦̙ͅI͙͔̺ ̥̗̦͎ͅw̹̪͢a̰̗͎̮̳̜̘͠s̝͔n͎͔'̰̺͔̝t͎͎͈̹̭̘ͅ ͈̠̟͝s̹u͕̹͓̺̝̟̜p͔̮̬͠p̹̲o̙̫s̙͈͇͉e̩̹d̹̱͟ ̠̘̲͝t͓̳͜o͇̣̼͜ ̴̲s̳͕̞̤͉̮͘e̤̜̺͓̲͟ͅe̬̳ ̤͖͝b̠̞̦̙͖ṳ̸͇t̷̤̭̘ ̲̳̫̫I̻̱̤̼̯ ͏̩ͅs̛̹̦̳̗̗̥ą͙͓͇̠ͅw͖̜ ͏̖͈̲̺̗ẁ̼h̝͖͖͝ḁt̪̼̬̹͞ͅ ̥̳͓̻͇t̛̹̙̯̣̯̣̻h͖̹e͟y̦̳͍͙ ͙d҉͍ͅo̳̝̭̝͕͢ ̜t̩̥͡o̫̱͚̻͈͚ ̜t͏͈͉h̜͕e̮͇͇̳̣̗m͚͘ ̴̟̠̺̦b̨͍e̶f͇̫̺o̦̗̭̱̗r҉̳e̯̳̯̘̱͓ ̫t̩̪̣̘͇̰h̩̼͍͙͇̱e̖̯͓͉̮y̢͉ ̖̱̹͝g̮̤̪̤i͖̜͕̠͚̭v҉̭̟͓͍̜͕̠ę̘͖̱̲͖ ̪̦̫th҉͇̠e̳̖͖̺̣͚͍m̼̲̬͡ ̦̗͠t̞͇̜ͅo̼̙͕ ̩̙̺͎̤̰D̻a̹̜̺̮̳d̜̘̖͍d̰̲̜̥̳͙̣y̯ ̳͍͜a̪̲͉͕ṉ̞̰̭͕̣͓d̻̬̲̀ ̩̖̻̺̞̤̳i̦͉̯̯ͅͅt̪̭̤͓̤̭̥͜'̤̦͖̞̥̤͍s̤̣͉̙̳̻̟͡ ̨̪̜͚͈̠̟̞m͚̬̹̯e̵̠͍͇̤a͈̪̣̤̳͍n͖͈͜,̲͚̘̩̗̠ ̟̬̻t͎̫̱͎̖ͅhe̲̪̩̭̯y͏'̥́r͚͖̠̝ȩ̙̦̼̙̩͙̬ ̠̤͔b͟i̩̭g͉͖̪͇ ̣̠̘̳͔bu̶̗͚̫̳̬l̩͚͙͔͚͝l̜͉̤͓̩̫̙ì͙̖̥͓̺e͙̭̳̯̹s͉͙͖̩̖̕.͈̪̕
̻̻͇̳̤̝B̦̭͈͔͔͈ų̭̯t҉̭͔̦̘,͔̘̺̩͈͖̱͡ ͍̦ͅM̪̙̞͎̼͕͔u̩͔̦̭͎̱ͅm͉͉͠m̳̞y̘͎͈̳̜ ͇c̜̬̞̞a̴̖̣̪̩n͓̩͕̙̱͙'̝̘̤̖̗̟ͅt̘̱̭̯̮̜̖ ̱̲̯b̸ͅe̢̪͈ ̬̻͎͓͇̕a̯̪͉ ̪̹̪͉̺͇b̖̠̙̞ͅͅu̟̬̝͚̯͉l̙̙̝͘l̦̥̖̻̬̤͓y̮,̞̬͕̼̣͓̩ ̭̟́sh̟̙̮̭͙͍͕e͚̥͓'̖̱̱̥̖͙s͡ ̝̗̮̬̬̭̝k̨͙̫į̲̮̮͔n̤̜͈ͅd̠͎ ̛̦̦̣a̱̻̺n̩̹͍͔̼̖d̛̥̺͙̫ j̟̜̱͘u̴̗̭̣͈̞̲s͇͍t͙ ̩̖̪w̰͓̗͚a̶̦n͎̺t̖͖̳ş̖̻̥̥̞̯̦ ̬̩̹̼w̛̝͖̘̫̼̖h̫͍͚͇̦͠a̛͈̹̦̞͈̱̟t̰̜̩̣̦'̙̼̻͡s̡̝̪͍͙̫̻ ̮͈̙̠b̧͍̣͔͉e̹̯̭̺ͅs̰̙̺͇̖t͈̥̪̖͖ ̺f̲̬͇͔͖͔͟o͔̼͎̬͍̱͙r͍̼ ͓̰̜̱e̩͈̞̟̩v̢͚͔̺̺̩̼e̴͍̟͍r̠y̗̳̮p̨̜̩̟o̥n҉͔̲̟̫̠y̬͠.͎̗̯͙̮̕
̴̜͓̱̗B̹̰̮̙u͠t̼̮̩̤͇̪ ͇̥̣͔͘ţ͔̝̪͉h̴͈̳͍̦e̻n̘ ̵̺̫͓̝w͚͠h͔͎͖̞̱̩y̰̰͘ ̯̀d͈̙̗̹o͍̟͓ḙ̩͢s̹̱͔͚ ͖̥sh̭̥͘e ̦́á̝̺̗̬͎l̨̬̩̫͓̺͎̫w̧͉͉̯a͔̖͔̺y̯͎̮s̵͚ ̶͉s̜e̬̟̻͕n̴̳d͔͉͔͔́ ̗̘̞͙ͅm̘͇̼̻̪͔e̜͎̤̤͠ ̧͔̰̣̭͇w͕͉̫͉̹͜i̵̩͈̮͍̬̳t̛̳͖͖̘̜h͍͝ ̙͍͕̬̩t̨͍̯̪͚͔̳̠h̳̥̩͎̗͔̟͡e͏̘͖̜͉̞̩ ͘m̫͝e͙̤̱a̷n̮͙͇̬̺i̯̝͖̩̺ę̪̳̖͈ͅ,͙̺̰̪ w҉͎̫ͅh̖͖̭̯͍̬y̯̯̺̕ w̸̤̦͇o͟n̥͎͙͈͎̖'̪̗̘̥̤̟͜t̳̘̲̺ ̦̜͕͈̙̦̕s̸̪ḩ͎̥͓̬͇̘͍e͟ ̳ļ͚̭̜̘̖ͅo͉o҉k̷̹̩̰͕͎ ͙̗̣͔̳̩͓͡a̷͖͔̮̤̮̭̜t͈͕̬̻̱ ̲̮͉͕̫̟͎͡m͏e̴̪̗̟̟͖̤,̠̩̬̗ ̭͙͢w̩hy̟̬̪̟͎ ̳d͜ǫ̩̩͍n͏'̢͔̩̙t̵ ̡̣w̷̙̺͉e͓̤̲͔̩̬ ͖̮ͅev͙̞̤̰̰e̪͚̱r͕̼̺ ͍̠̀p̮̰͚̺̜l̸a̳̭̰̗̠͠y͚̟̰̞̜̯͜?̶͇̲
̯̦͈̼͙H̱̤̙̱͉͢ḙ̣̼͢'͖̣͈s̪͎̀ ̶g̰̪̙̲̗̙̪o͇̣̜̫͕͜ṋ͚͇̠̙e ṱ̝̳̩̲o̬̠̭̲͞ s̟͖͎̻̭̭̲o̵m̤̬ͅe͏͙̪̭̭̖̭̗ ̠͇̠͡w̮͙̺̮̯e̝̗̼͍͡i͖͙̣r̙͈̪ͅd͚̗̯̣̖͠ ̩͟s͉̜͚̥̣̥͜t͡o̳̪̝͢n̺͙̲͇͜e ̻͉̙t̡̩̘̭͎̙̣̝h̛͖͚͎̖̳ͅi̛̙͈̗̫̙̳̦ń̥̝̜̮̫̜g͖͍͚̤̮͜ ͕͖̲̣͚̱͘f̢̭͕͇̗̝̺̞o̖̜̻̺̣̻̮r͚̦̫̪ ͎ͅa̠̬̤̗̮͚̠ ̶̖̯j͢o͈̤̯͉͖̠b ͈̻͖̗̝͞M̙̯̪̺͡u̲͖̦̗̘̙͠m̴͖͔̯̼̖̲ͅm̤͎̀y̻̮̘̱͉͠ ͔͇̜̣͝g͖͔̰͍̬̭͘ą̺̺̣v͎̤̜̼e̘̼ͅͅ ̫h̩̤̯̦̮i̪͈̱͇̮͠m̦̘ͅ.̶̰͉.̻̖̮͉͚̥. ̪͚̻͓̗̼Ḭ̝͈͎͚̜̹'̘͉͖̮̳̖ͅm̧̱͈͔̲ ̮̬͡ǵ̫̳͉͎o̩̫n͏͇ń̳̰a̡͙̺ ̫̝s̛̗̩̰̱͓̤̳t̫̦ò̭̲͕̪p̱̼̞ ̙͎̼̭t҉͚̖̠̞h͇̖̣̠͔͖̹e̳͓̞͓͍̺͕ ̣͓̪̦̫͖̩͠m͈̥̘̭̦̺ͅe̡͎̭̘ạ̛̜̥̫ni̴̗̯͍̪̼̮̗e̷̱͔̮̼͔̹ ̟̘̘́b̭͉̜̜̘̳ef̻͚̲̹̬ọ̮͞r̩̻̫͔̬̻͡e ̮͎h̛e҉̘͙̝̦̞̭̺ ̸̯̪̝͕h͕̯̩̟̖̟̱ú͓̭̟r͉̀t͓̞͇͖͡ṣ̙̱͎̳͈ ̸̪͙s͖̯om̬͙e͍̖̻͉p͕o҉̘̻̼̰͓ͅn͙̮̳̪y̜͇͠,̱̱̠̜͕ͅ ̻̲̟̪͓̼t̻̙̱͇̥̻h̬̮̗̲̺e҉̳̗̲n̕ ̬̭Mu̻̙̟m̱̮͜m͎͍̠̘͓̘̖͞y̝͓͡ ͚̠̳͉̗̖̞́w̧i̛̺̬͓̼̗͍l̶l͔̀ ͎͉̠̥̠̩͈͡ḇ̥̺̞̦̜ͅe҉̻̗̱̳ ̜̖̱n̥̰i̗͚̱̩͉̺͝c̣͓̟͝ͅͅe̶̮ ̨̻̭̗̬͈a̙̰̣g͖̱ḁ̧͇̲͙̹̪̙i̡͔n҉̝̺̝͕̗,͉̲͇͕ ͕͇̕I ̜̣̮̪̤͍̤k̟n͏͚̜͉̟̫̤o͉̜w̛̠̯̩̻̘ ̗̗̘̩̺̙i̤̱͉̗̬̞̗t̸͍͈̬!̬̜̣̹

Author Announcement

With Diary of Ghostly Scootaloo being as well received as it has been, and having been inspired by a tumblr blog, I decided just to be recursive we should have, this neat little ask tumblr

This is my first time running a blog of any sort and I am no artist so don't expect comic strips or illustrations sadly, this will be strictly text answers but on the plus side that means I will be able to answer pretty much every question given to me.

This blog will also update with story bits regularly and will function as a prequel to Diary of GScoots as well as Ask Ghostly Scootaloo (in this continuity; remember it ain't canon to the original tumblr unless RoseXKnight wants it to be).

So go ahead and ask away!

How To Kill A Dead Filly

I have to admit this is a rather new experience for me, in a lot of ways, so I feel like I should make this here little note of it for future reference.

Not often I get to kill the same filly twice.

I can see her right now; over the gravestone, fading in and out, I can’t hear her yet but she’s screaming, oh Celestia I hope that I get sound before she fades away permanently, I didn’t get to hear her scream when Rainbow Dash and Atmosphere sent her through the process the first time, it would be such a nice treat.

I wonder how Atmosphere knew to do this? Spectra on the gravestone, or I guess just corpse at gravestone, to kill a ghost; was he present for the last ghost? Nah, Atmosphere was ancient but he wasn’t that old, maybe he had the original notes.

It’s a nice view I have to admit. Not the screaming filly though that’s always nice but what I mean is Ponyville, from this clifftop, covered in the rainbows of our work, the same rainbows that soon we’ll cover all of Equestria with and finally make a good kingdom for everypony, give them the good home they deserve.

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I don’t get it, it’s been almost an hour and this stupid filly won’t fade; Atmosphere’s notes didn’t say anything about this, just splash the Spectra on the gravestone and wait for it to do it’s thing, was supposed to be a done deal.

But she’s still there, just about, but she’s not even writhing or screaming anymore she’s just curled up and started mumbling to herself, which I can’t even bucking hear!

The one time Rainbow Dash gives me something enjoyable to do under her command and I get stuck on this stupid cliff, watching a filly suffer and being teased by that image because I can’t lay a hoof on her to show her what pain actually feels like, to demonstrate how you really make a filly suffer before you end it.

This sucks. I should’ve brought a book.

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I’ve moved away into a cave, something is seriously wrong!

The rainbows up and vanished! I’m serious, one white flash and suddenly I’m looking at clear skies over Ponyville, what the hay just happened? What is that powerful, those rainbows had Atmosphere’s special little surprise in them, they would’ve taken years even for those unicorns at Celestia’s School to remove without a Pegasus Device, and our Pegasus Device at least doesn’t go off like a flashbang.

That’s not all either, guess who decided to show his ugly face? Yup, Soeris.

I can see him down there now, he’s crying like the pathetic little welp he is, sobbing and saying he’s sorry to the brat. Too bad mate, she can’t hear you and even if she could how do you think she’s going to greet you, hugs and kisses?

Almost makes me wish that she would see him, become solid just long enough to look her dear old Dad in the eye and shout to him exactly how she feels about the parent who feeds his own filly to the rainbow factory.

Here’s just hoping-

Author's Note

I shouldn't be making this authors note. This is not something I should have to tell people but evidently I do.
Now if you've followed this story or hell if you just looked at the description you know it's based off of Ask Ghostly Scootaloo by RoseXKnight. I asked Rose for permission to use her idea and character because I loved the blog and felt that I could express that love through my own writing while also hopefully giving the blog some much needed exposure.

Do you know what I didn't expect? People, so blind, selfish and cruel, using my story to attack the blog and it's author for not being as good as it or not updating as fast, ignoring that 1) Diary takes significantly less effort per entry 2) This is a labor of love not some competition and most importantly 3) That if I am making a fiction based off something I like, I'm hardly going to appreciate you using it against the author.

Now I highly doubt that any of my regular readers are the cause but anyone who would use this against RoseXKnight or just feel entitled enough to demand she hurry up in spite of difficult circumstances, here is your warning; I love this story and it's spin off Ask Blog. I will happily cease writing of and even completely delete both if it will get rid of your stupid, insulting mindsets.

I did not make this fanfic so people could use it against the original tumblr author. If it continues this story will end, simple as that.

For those of you who actually DO have some common sense and decency, you make sure to give Rose the support she needs right now.

The Soeris Report 8

I feel that I may now know what Tartarus feels like. It isn’t the burning of flames or the torture of whips and chains for eternity; it is the horror of seeing your failures before you, watching your own flesh and blood suffer even beyond death for your failures.

Kuleco will pay for what he has done here today, as will Rainbow Dash, Atmosphere, anypony who ever knew about the existence of that miserable factory and did nothing with their power to stop it will know every little bit of agony they have inflicted when I inflict it on them as a taste of what I will do to them.

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But for now that will have to wait... I have a ghost to care for and a madstallion to make pay.

I don’t believe in luck myself but if it exists I will pray to it every night til the end of time for smiling on me today. I would say I’ll pray to Luna for her part but then I already do, and tonight showed me why I should always place my faith in the Princess of the Night.

I don’t know how she knew what was happening but she pretty much saved Scootaloo tonight from a fate even worse than death; I know she can’t see or hear Scootaloo like I can but she knows I am telling the truth, knows that Scootaloo, for better or worse, is still with us in some form.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen her so close to crying.

I don’t know what to do about Scoots now... what do I tell her? She’ll want answers, not just about tonight, but about her situation in general. Do I tell her what I know? Or do I have the right to withhold it now that I’m risking my life for her? Does that even matter when I’ve already failed to save her once? By Luna what kind of miserable excuse for a father am I?

Well I already know the answer to that don’t I?

I know how horrible of a father I am, one of my daughters dead and now not even that can stop her suffering, as she floats over her own grave after being tortured by a mad pony. Luna’s trying to revive her now but how consciousness works with ghosts is beyond me.

And somehow that wasn’t enough of a failure for me.

Because my other daughter somehow turns out even worse than her dear old Dad; like father, like daughter.
Not hard to say that I wish Rainbow Dash had been more like her mother.

Entry 17

I... I can’t believe I’m still here. That, was horrible, even at the factory I never felt like that. I don’t know what’s worse, being put through... that.

Or finding my Dad. And finding out he’s with them.

It’s not fair; my Dad is some weird stallion who sneaks around towns and apparently worked at the Rainbow Factory and now I have a crazy stallion who wants to kill me, well, sorta, as much as you can kill a ghost. And they can both see me but somehow Luna can’t?

Still though... she saved me.

I don’t know where he was but she got the creepy stallion, I think she said his name was Kuleco, and stopped him; he’s over on the other side of the cave now tied up with some of Princess Luna’s magic.

My Dad won’t tell me what happened or why he didn’t look after me, I didn’t even know that ghosts could pass out. It was nasty, waking up on my own grave but my Dad was there and even though I don’t know him really I appreciated him for being there, he was constantly saying he was sorry and trying to hold me close.

I kinda wish he hadn’t reminded me that I’m dead but they say it’s the thought that counts, so I guess I’m glad he tried to hug me.

We’re living in a cave up by Winsome Falls right now; apparently the waters up here are the kinda stuff that they used to use to make rainbows then when they started to run out somepony suggested they use Spectra instead. I asked them but they won’t tell me whose idea it was, doesn’t matter anyway I guess since they’re probably long dead if it’s been going on as long as Luna said.

I dunno what we’re going to do now; I’ll be honest I was hoping that they could just end this whole thing right now; I know it’s foalish but I was kinda sorta hoping that Luna could bring dead fillies back to life but I guess that must be beyond her.

I know she’s a princess and she probably wouldn’t want it but really, I wish she could see me so she could see me when I get enough strength to give her a hug.

So Confused

M̷̼̗̪̈͊̄ͮǖ̘̗̯̫̱̼̇̏̉ͨͦ͛̚m̵̢̼̼̼͉̺̰͇͚ͣ̅̓̅̾m̷̴̼͉͖̔̽̄ͥ̔ͩͭͪy̠͈̺̰̼̤ͣ̍̉ͥ̐̈́͡ ̶̫̳ͧͮ̏̌̃͗͛ͣw̡͔͓͖͎̙̙̯̎̒ͮ̏̃͠ͅi̽́ͦͤ҉̖̙lͫ̃̈̎̓̆̄̄͏̜̮̭̥̮ͅl̷̡̖̩͓͚̫̺͔̤͉̀̾ͦ̂̒͛̆ ̧̢̱̗͇͉͕͉́̍̾h͙̮̦̣̗̤̘̔̔͝a͑͝҉̫̖̗̪̻̞ț̢̣͚͚̣̺̪̐̆ͤͦ͊̀ͤͥ͋͘ḙ̳̄ͩ̋͒ͥ ̵̳͖̲̱͍̞̾ͨ́͞m̬̭̞̗͚͑͘ḙ̡̝̪̜̜̯̳̒̑ͬ͛̂ͩ͂̾͝.̛͍̫̬̙̳̮̝̻̩̀͞ ̫͕̯͇̪̩̾̿ͦ̈́̽̒I̡ͤͫͩ͑҉̘͓̞͙̯̞̯̳ ̷̷̞̜̳͕̩͓̝̩͌͛ͥ̽͟d̦̘̥͆ͤ̐̉͜͟ͅi͊̑ͯ͏͖͚̼̘̲͈d̞̖̟͊̊ ̷͍̞̱̤͔̈ͬͥ͛̓͐̍͒ṣ̪̫͙̌͢ǫ͙̑͊ͥ̓ ̖͎̫̙́ͫ͟͞b̵̺͔̦͉ͣ̾̉͋̓̑a͆͆̈͏̸̖͖̺̘̪̱̯̜ḑ̻͓͙͇̟̯̜ͭ̇̓ͫ̾͂.̷̤̳̪͔͙͚̭̠͌ͩ̔ͧ́ͮ ̛̰̖̂ͥ̿͡ͅĬ̛͉̝̓̑͒̽͌ ͍͉̋̃̽̆̄͝g͙̻̙̹͖̻̣̞̋͠ǫ̬̠̱͓̦̥͚ͯ̚͢͞ͅţ̛̲̯̰͚ͫ̂ͧ̍̏͞ ̝͖̭͐̑ͭ̈́̈́̽͜ḫ̡̤̫̝̬ͧe̢̥͍͛̒͂ŕ̴̛͖̿͑̏ ̘̠̦ͧ̆ͧͨ͐̓̊ͦf̴̯͇̗̯͖̯̘͗͛ͪ̏̿̿ͥṙ̷͑̌̓͂͊ͤͭ͏͓̖̙̤ị̅̇̄͌́e̱͈͐ͫ̒̌ͫͦ͛̒n̜̄̓͌̒͋ͭ͌̋̄̀͜d͍͎̦̼̯̻͊̐͜ ̴̶͎̦̝͍̤̹̏̿ͯ̏͑ͯċ̡̮̞̦̳͈̻ͯͯ̀̀ͅa̧͖͎̭͉͌ͫ̋̚̕ͅu̶̦̙͈͇̩̓ͫͯg̷̢̥͙͈̭̾̈́͜h̴̸̗̒͒ͨ͑ͦͧ͂͜t̿ͣ͐̐ͤ͂̐͏̪̤̖̜ ̠̤̻͑͐ͦ͋͐̂̕à̴̧͓̹̻͈̯̰̪̗́̉͜n̫͚̝͔̱͚̳̫͆́̚͜d̶̨ͫ̇̿͋̚͏̠̥̺̻̞ ̲̥͙̣͈̟͍ͨ̿̊̈̂͘ͅḩ̨̳̟͚͉̮̤̱̖̃̊ͬͮ͘ẻ̡͓ͫ̀̒ͪ̅ͧ̈́̊̀l̡̖̩̻͈͚̮̗̐͆̐̂̅͋ͩ̂͢p̛͙̻̭͈͙̤͔̰ͪ͛͗ͬ͌̋͂ͥ͠ê̹̫̣̗͔̣͑͠d̨̫̱̺̹͓̂̄ ͚͂͒̊ͮ̕a̎ͫͪͥ̾҉͏̻͎ ̏̋̌ͥ̎ͪ̈͠͏͏͔͉ṉ̷̲͐͗͋ͨa̶̞̦̜̘͍̪̽̆̃ͫͅs̷̗̠̟̳̩̱̍̉ͤ̋͟t̠̥̙͕̣̬̲̂̒̍̃͑ͤ͛̚y̨͔͓̟̦͍͌̒̅̓̽͂ͣ͊ ̶̡͙̞̗̋̈́̐̉̋̃ͤͥ̊f̷̭̤̳̪͉̣̩̪̈̆ī́ͮ̽̃̓͗͏͈̱̯͇̥l͍͈͌ͨͪl̯͎̲ͣ̀̓̃ͣ͌̌̎͝ȳ̯̞͎̪͉͈͈̼̇̌̽̒͑͝ͅ.̟͕̭̫̭̍̉̇ͧ͑̚̚̕͜͜
̺̲̹͙̳̬̍̽ͪBͤ́̌͌҉̯̳̮͘͢ǔ͏̱̗̘̭̹̖̀t̴̝͙̞͎̪͊͛̈͝ ̷̹̥̺͇͍͇̙̯͂̆ͥ̏̿̓̆́̀s̊̿ͯ̿ͤ͏̳̮͎͇h̭̥͕ͪ̀̅͝eͪ͗̐ͩͦͬ͏̱̝̲̭͎̗̗̮́ ͕͔͛̽̉̐̍̃͐ͤi̤̟̠͕̣͂͑͂̎͌́̿̀̀̕s̝͎̖͉̜͓ͭ̐̾ͨ̿̊̚͜͜ͅn̸̸̦̦̖̮͇̱͉̩͗͂̏ͬ'̯̯̫̹̏̍̽͛̃̋ͫͮ̍͢t̜̰̜̩̮͍̤̒̈ͭ́ ̰͍͉̺̗̩̽̂͞a̶̵͕̥̜̲̓̒ ̶̧͓͎̪̯͙̝̪͇̲̑͛́ͤͮͮͪ͢n̬̺̹̗̲̞̊ͭ͝͠a̵͖̪̥̟͚̰̟̾̽̾͆͟͞š̛͎̻̻̪̜̳͎̮̋ͣ̚ţ̷͉͈̳̓͟y̜̘̝̞̾͊̃ ̮̳͙̻͋ͧ́͜f̨̛̙̳̜̄͋ͬ̓ͩ̌̽į̶͇̹͎͕̘̱ͤ̂̔̈́l̷̵̵̼͚͍͈̥͖͂͆̉̽ͮͧ͒̂̚l̡̝ͭ̏̀̈ͧͣ̂͂y̨͔̞̱̗̟̜ͫ̀̒̔̎̑̚͡͞,̧̺̥͙̬̝̰ͨ͑͂ ͉̣͇̭̟͇̥̓͊ͪ̌̆ͦ͘̕͠ŝ̼̻͕̥͖ͮ̒ͣḧ̹̰͙͓̯̯̺̩͌̈͋͗ͣ̓ͧ̀͘ȩ̨̹̫̦̤̄̈̓ͬ͐͗͢'̰͖͚̥͚͖̌̒̂͆̐ͫ̏͒s͙̞̠̖̼̋ ̮̫̲̥̤͓͇̬͂̄̽̾ͮ̚͘͝͝n̸̳̳̩̽͛ͬ̎ͤ̓͋̐͜i̢̢̲̯̞͈̲̹͕̊̍ͭ͌̊ḉ̛̬͔͕̘̘̖̜͕̻ͮĕ̡̪̮͇̲̥̥̪͐ͩ͝ ̷̧͇̟̓͠a̶̗̿ǹ̴͙̹̫̞̻̊ͣͮd̡̛̮̱́͛̑ ̴̡̝͖̻͈̗̫͓͈̞ͨ̆̈́͜s͍̏̈́̄ͪͭ̂̍̈́́h̵͓̟̹͕̮̤̒ͧ̅ͅe͇̹̜͚͖̟̊ͪ'̵̨̩͙̗͍̭̲͈̇ͫ̐̄s̪͇̹̙̦̦̙̒ͬ͋ͣͪ̀͜ ̻͙̲̺̳͉͙̾ͭ̉̀ͪ̚͜f̧̰̫ͨ͊͝͡r͓̭̣̳̭̀i̢͒̆ͮ̎͋̚҉̤͚̺ę͎̠̤̐̌̀ͬ̒n͎̞͚ͥ̌̾́͟͞d̳͓̙̬ͣͫ̌ͬ́ͦͭͮ͟͠s͈͎̻̖̙̲̩̤̘͊̓̂̾͒̑ͪ ̡͓͓͗̃ͅw̰̖̞̮ͦ̉͒̿ͦ́ͯ̕ͅi̖̜͙̥̿ͧͣ̉tͩ̓ͧ̄͌̑ͪ̈́҉̵̥̼̣ḧ̩̐̓̏ͬͥ̓ ̸̢̺̯̹̩̣͋ͬͣt͇̯̜̙͙̅̋̍͡h̼͎̣̻̬̼̗̔ͬͩ́͟ȇ̶̢̐̓̚҉͓̬ ̭̻̩͉̪̬͚́̋̽̌̇ͥp̡̢͇͓͕̟̃ͮr̭̦̝̠̜̬̻̩͐ͤ̕e̝͍̩̅̊̍̊ͥ̂̉ͅt͇̺̒̒͆ͩ͌͒͛͞t̟͚̗͕͙̝ͯ̽ͧ̀̚̕ͅy̵̯̽͊̉̒̉̓̽̓́͠ ͍̭̦͓̪̈̐ͅp̢̧̺̩̪̱̩̟̥̂̀͒̍̃ͦ̏̀r̳̬̭̺̯͔͛͊͒ͦ̒̔i̷̺̱͈͖̩̩̤̭̔̊̓̃ͦ́͟ͅn̴͕̠̹̖̩̪͉̗̉ͬ͛̋͑̽́ͅc̶̰̖̩̱͙̭ͨͨͭͦͤ̄̓e͈̻̳̯ͧ̔̽ͯș̟͙͍͇̬̟ͭş̃́̾͝҉͈̭̩̩͎̭̳,̣̳̘͖̜͖̖ͤ̆͜͡ ͖̹͚̹̣̖̠̍̌̆ͅḃ̴̜̺̬̤̗̔̆͡ŭ̷͙̭̯̤̗̤̒ͯ̾́͟tͮ̿̀̀̎̂҉̪̗̻̦̱͍͖̯̕ ̣̙̺͇̤̜͈͆̋ͨ̓͌ͮͥ̀͟ͅM̙̙̝̝͇̟̅̓̔͗̎͆̿ͪu̴̳̣̦̫ͪ̈́̍̆̂m̬͖͎̬̯͕ͮ̄̀͡m̜͍̜̖̂ͣ̚͘y̝̱̼̻͍̜̬̭̔ͦ̃̐ͭ̇̋͂͟͝ ̶͎̙̼̐ï̯͈̰̗̯͎̦ͪ̓͂ͯͭ̅̑̄s̼̘̗̹̼̪̦̲̓̄ͤ̓̔̌̊̿͜ ̫̦̞̦̯ͦͥǹ̷̢̯̰̗̣͖̻̓̑̾ͥ̀͐i̟̯͒̈c̵̼̰̮̲͚͓̭ͭ̂ͣ̌ͦͤ͑͝e̛̙̺̬̼͔͐̊ ̩̰̅ͬͤ͐ͤͥt̛͈͇͇͋ͫ͝o͒ͨ̌͟͏̣̱̦̮ǒ̢̩͐ͫ̆ͮͫͤͭ́͢ ̢̛̱͚̞̱̯͖̝͕̃ͯ̍͐͂̄̍ş͓̮̝̖͉̔ͨ͆ͯ͛͛̔ͧ̾͞͠oͮ̅̃͏̛͎͇̘͔̭̘̘ ̛̪̠̳̬̲̟̫ͣ̉ͧ̽ș̶̃͋̅͛̓̏ͩ̐͐͢ḫ̹͙̟̙̣̣̰̆ͧͯ͂ͬ̔e̷͍̤̥̅͂ ̷̧̩̯̹̝̣̖̟̩̮̑ͥͪͭ̃̚͝m̫̪̈̂ͯ͜ư̳̩͂̋̃̚ş̶̘ͩͣt̫̹̅ ̱̘͒̉ͭ̀ͦ́̕͟w̳͔̖̼̾ͩͪͅa͙̪̦͖̥̥̝͆ͯn̟̰͈͉̼̪̮̦̓̍̋ͩͨ̌͛ͣ̎t̷̵̩̘̫̜͚̤͚̰ͫ̉̽ͮͨ ̤̣̠͇̗̳̫̜̔͗̅t̺͍̻̦̻̠͙̱͊ͣh͕̥̄ͣ̍͡e̷͍͎͕͈̚m͔̪̺ͧ͗́ͦ́ͪ͛ ͈̞͍̗͗͛ͅg͊̽̇͏̠͔̱̗̟o͍̟͍̟̙̙̝͐̐̿̂n̵̢̳̘̝̭̞̬̥̯ͩ̋eͨ̏̏̌̔̏͏͔̟̱ ͒̌͛ͦ̅̈́͗ͬ͢͏̩̖͙̺͈̰̬́b̬̹̳ͧ͗͗͗̅̏̅̿͟e͍͙͚̪̮͎̭̬ͤc̹͂ͩa͓̭͎̲͍̲̓̊ū̶̳͎̲̻̔͋͌ͨs̹̣̣ͭ͂ͬͣ̑̓e̤͓̬̱̅̂̽͐̔͠ ͍̹͑͆ͦt̛̞͎͎̞̺͐̈́̈́͟͞h͇͚̤ͬ̍̓ͩͭ͜͞ͅȅ̅̿͆̔̏ͩ̅҉̶̺̜̩̦̤̖̲ͅy̞͈̰͉ͫͭ̈̋̀'̟̬͔̪͌͆̀̈̎ͨ̑̊r̶̮̖̲̤̹̼ͥ̓ͤ̕͟ę̝̐ͯ̂ͮ̄ͩ͆̀͘ ̴͎̻ͯͯ͑̔͘n̮͕ͯ͡ȧ̰͙̦̗̻̜̞͎s̠̳̘͓̠̥͛̌̂ͯ̀͐ͪ̊ͯ́t̝͍̣͚̦͔̗͌͌ͪy̫̪̘̗̯̑̊̂͋̈́ͩ̓͗ ̻̲͊͗̔̓̈́̑̀̀b͇͔̝̌ͬ̊u̼͙̟͕ͯ̎̔̈́̍̋ͧ̚͜ͅt̷͈̙̜̲͈̫̯͌̊͑̈́͠ ̖͍̟͉̪͛̂͛̏̾ͤt̶̰̖̺̫̳̳ͥ͐ͦ̅hͥ̇̂̇͐͂҉̵̰̲͉̹̞e̟̳͓̯̲̳̻̫͑͟͟ͅy̨̯̠͓̔̓͛̉̆͐̊̐͠ ̵͙͎̥͕̼͓͕̅̄͊ͫ̌ͅa̶̧͚̖̞̺̝̥̮̺ͥͬ̎r͍̙̞̅̚̚͝͡e̶̢͓̙̪̫ͬ͌͂̎̆n̴̥͕̙ͩ͡'̡̼͚̻͔͉͎̬̔̅̋ͪ̽͜ͅt̴͚̮͐ͭ̒ͨ͜ ̡͇̜̬͆̐͗ͨ͒̃͗͐n̸͍̺̲̳̬̣͙̽̍̒̆͢͞a̫͎̝̼̭̓̓͗ͤͦ͢ş̣̮̜͔̣͉͍̻ͩ̄͝͞ẗ͇̗́̐ͫẏ̴̧̬͎̣̑̓ͦͤ ̀̈́̽̾ͭ͡҉̠͈͍̝̗̰̟w̞͇̘̗̮͓̅ͯͪ̕ͅḧ̢̯͕͉̤̬̻̙͔́y̨̱̱̖̪͉̒̌ͭͩ ̘͎͚͍̘̱̜͗ͩ̈ͩ͂̚̚̕͟w̷̡͔̗͎̖͚̬̜̜͆̍͘o͍̼̮̭̥̥͗̌ͤ̿̃͢͜ų͚̫̲ͮ͗͂ͦ̐͐̓͆̾l̈́̓̿̋ͧ̒̈͏̭̻̠͔͙͘ͅd̴̷͈̣̪̘̞͚͚͛̋ͨ͊ͯ͋͜ ͗͌҉̣̖M̸̃ͭ̉́̕͟ͅü̘͕̲̬͇͑̿̀ͬ͞m̴̶̳̗͕̺̬̗̲̈́ͅm̛̱̞̆̈́̂y̸̶̤̻̱̱͈̏͠ͅ ̙͖̱͙̠̣́̀̽ͥͤ̉ͣ́̀ẅ̤̹̻͔̺̲̲̠̳̆͑̍̊̒̔͠ȧ̢̖̉n̷̮̦̗̦ͣͧt̳ͩ́͐ ̼̱̞͎͉̖͎͔̑̒̌͌̍ͮ̋͛͡n͒̇̄͑̃͗͘͡҉̱̘̟i̸̠͍͓͛̅͘͡cͧ͊̐ͩͭ̈́͏͉͉̲̖͇e̵̸͖͚̼̮̙͚͚ͧ͂͆̇ͅ ͎̩̊͌p̨̹͇̦̝̍̒ͅo̡̰̝̹͗ͧ̓ͪ̓ͤ̕ṅ͓̰̻͛̑ͬ̕͢i̴̧̮̅͊͜ͅề̷̡̤̱s̸̡͓͍̠̳̫̜̞͉͈͆͒ͫ̏͗̏ͧͦ͞ ̢̩̭̠̺̦̺̙̍͂͞ͅg͇̭̻̱̞̱͋͊͆o̮̘̗͚̰̮͎̻͚ͪ̄̃ͩͧͨͫn̨ͣͬ͌͏̩̖̬̻e̸̩̼͗̆̃́ ̷͍̙̅́̕t̸̡̫̤̰͎̭ͪͫͮͤͭͨ̂̚h̷̦͔̹̹͕̙̩ͬͮ͂̎a̩͔̙ͦͮͪͧͪ͂́̃͘͘t͇̣̫͒̇ͨ ̢̼̪̝̟̹̤͎̘̾̅ͫ̍ͪͫͮ̋͟͜ṁ̨̲̣̼̍e̶͇̙̾a̧̺̰͕̗̞̓ͤ̕͘n̛̮͔̞̻̳̹̞̉̍͋̋̄ͥ͂͟s̱͍͚̗͈̻̦̭̤͛ͩͬͭ ̶̨͓̣̥̞̞̀̈́̄̒̓͝s̢̘͎͇̝͎̒ͣͤ̕͟h̭̙̫̹͔̿̉͘͝e̲̮͖̟̦ͣ̐͑ͦ͐̐̾͞ ̯̀́͗̄̈̇̈́͒ͯ́͝i͌̀͏͈s̼̜̊̏̀͛̿ͦ͢͞ ̛̦̬̟͍̱̺͂́̋ͤ͐n̢̜̼̣͚̹̩̠̻ͫ̏ͪͥ̏͗͟ḁ̖͇̮̹̰̎́̀s͈̼̖̼̳͆̊͊͐́̍͡ͅt͌̆̋̓͂ͨ́̚҉͍̰̻ͅy͖̙̱͍̯̳͌̒́͠ ̵̺͉̪̆̿̽b̨̳͈̯̅͌ͧͧ̓̇̿̀uͫ͐̍ͪ̔̓҉̫̼͈ṱ̵̼͇͕̘͙ͣ̐̓ͦͯͫͣ̂̿ ̸̟͔͔̺̠̼̊̋̔̕ś̡͎͙̘̮ͯͯ̍̐̃ͅh̟̤͍̝̮͔̽̽̍̈̈ͅͅeͤ̅͏̲̦͕͙͕̦̼ͅ'̷͇̰̙̜̂̏̆š̻̬̎͋̊ ̢͓̦̞̼̑̔͒̃͌͛̅M̵̼̰̮͚͉̺̌̉̄̔̃ͭ̄͂ͮ͢ͅu̺̹͇̘̟̫̘̺̞͛ͪ̎ͬm̛ͭͪ҉̤̪̱m̷͖̲̼͎̯͓͈͕̋̇̂ͪͫ̀̏ͮ̀̚͝y͎̞͉̺ͫ̾ͬ ̝̱̫̞ͯ͊ͧ̀̾ͦ̅͡s̰͕̭̗̿̋ͥ́̌̏ͬͭh̷̰͊̏̐͗́ͅe̺̦̲̞̖͕ͮ͒ ̸̞̣̙̗͕̫̤̓ͭ͂̆̌͠i̱̦̟͙ͭ͋s̶̥̰̬͐̾͆ͦ͋ͩ̈̚n̙̮̟̞̾̈́͞'̴͖ͬ̿͟͝t̪͓̙͕͍̒̃̆ͦ͟ ̧͙͚̆̓̃̀͒͌̉͑ń̸̝̬̱͙͍͉͌͞͝a̽̓̏̉͏̷̣̝̻̺̹ṣ̶̺̝͆͆ͫ̽̕͡t̖̺̱̹͈͋ͧ̐ͤͭ͑ͭͥ͂y̝̣ͮ͒ͣ̈́͂̊̄ͦͥ ̩͔̭͉̲̘̼ͯ͆ͥ͑ͣs̬̬͍̭̝͗̆͋͆͗̃͂ͬ̚͘h̛̘̼̙̘̉̊ͦ͢͡e̡͍͙̩̝͐ͪ ̶̴̝͓̮̞͇͖̩̀ͮ͆̚ḿ͍͖ͪ̄̀͐a̱͇͍̲̦̒́̊ͅd͍̹̹͈̗̠ͮ̓̓͂ͫͫͯ͡ͅe̢͔̥̩͙̖͎̹̒ͦ́ ̨̤͚̎̑̋́m̶̖̱̝̮̺̎ͯ̊ę̳͔̮̭̺̄̄͌ͩͬ͒̃͛͡ ̑̉͂ͪ҉̨͖͕͙̼͎̭̤ą͓̙̫͙̗̇̈́̒ͣ͆͛͝n̢̢͈͖͕̯̩͗̓́͐̆͛ḑ̮̹͇͌̅͋̔̂̅͊͟ͅ ̵̠̈D̴͇͓̝̻̳͎͎̰̏ͧ͢a̸̡̺̪̗̠ͮ͋̅ͧͨ͠ͅḍ̺̩͉̓͌̈́̒dͬ̑҉̠̤͕͕̟͡y̵̷̪̙̹͈̻̖ͦ̇ ̯̝͇͕ͪ͂ͤ͊̅̀ͬ̈͊ą̶͔̣̲̆̈́͛̏̊͐̔́nͭͨ̇ͭͫ̌҉̻̮͎̫d̸̯̙̬͔̼ͩ̀̽ ͯͨ̅҉̱̺̥̗̟͕͓͍͜͝s̨̮̤͙͓͋͗̿̚͜͠ḧ͓͍͕͓̪̩́̒̒̚͜eͣ͑̊͑ͪ͟͏̫͍̙͙͉̘ ̨̛͕̗͙̱͍ͣͩ̽ļ̣͉͈̭̗̗͖̭̾ͦ̽ͮ́ͦ͘ó͚ͥ͗ͭ͊̃͜͝õ̸̡̯̯̻̪͕̲̻̥̃͆ͪͬk̴͓͍̪͕ͨs̡͖̍̃ͧͬ̔ ̸̛̬̮͔̻̮̃ͤ̑ͅȃ͖͕̝̠̾̒ͨ̔͛ͦͧf̷̛͚̞͕̼̦̳̋͐̀̉̇͆ͫͬ́ṫ̸̫̮͙̜͠͡e̵͚̖̭̙͓̾̃̽̈͝r̩ͮ͛̎̽ͯ̑́ ̰̟̥̯̲̫̖ͩ̊ͮ̀͜m̸̷̬̯̳͍̼͈̽ͣ͊ͨ̎͊e̴̶̲̝͖̞̥͇͇͕̍̏̊̈̓̿̚͟ ̎ͪ͡҉̦̥̮̲͢a̲̖̝͔͙ͫ̅ñ̶̜̼̦̞̪͎̠̲̙̅͊́d͈̺͉̙ͦ̓͒ͪͯ̔̊̒ͦ͜ ̴̤̮̦̤͉̣̟ͭ̆̾͗͛̎ͯ̚g̻̫̥̬̭̺̙̽ͦͪ̑́͝o̵̶̪̝͙̩ͫ͡t̷̘͓̳͒ͦ̒ͪ ̠͍̱ͬ̓ͧ̆̈ͪ̌̚̚͡ŕ̷̡͎͖͛̽͑̊i̫̘̼̮̩̠͕̱̊͐̆͐͐̔̅͐̀͢d̢ͬͦ̉ͬͥ҉̬̜̖̘ͅ ͨ͋͐̑̓҉͕͔̰̮̦̹̠͟ỏ̻̻̭͔ͬͨ̚͢f̵̸͖͋̓͐̉͜ ̳̎ͫͤ͒̃ͧ̕͢m̴̡̳̺̞͉͙͂̈̍͋̎ͅë͈̥͎͈͖̝͎ͭ͑̚͞a̒̂͊͋ͦ͆͏̱͎͓͇̗̪͖n̶͙̬̮̥̝̉̉̀ͥ̂̆̎͘ ͔̈̽͑̏͗͛͌̋͞D̦͎̼̬ͧͬͨ̍̐ͦ̎ͥ͝o̧͐̈̏҉̛̱̳̜̭c̴̱̻͔̤͙̮̓̓͑͐̊͛ͨ̚t̛̺̠̗̦̬̉̐ͤ̾͑̐̚ǒ̠̩̉̅̀̚ṟ̶͉ͤ̿͐ͫͨ͟͡ͅ.͑ͯ̓̿̎͊̋̌҉̬̤̦̲̺̩̕

Author's Note

With this we now enter our second story arc of Diary of Ghostly Scootaloo. Plenty of questions still remain; who/what is the thing writing the corrupted notes, where the hell is Rainbow Dash, what will Soeris and Scoots do now that they're aware of each other and what is happening at the Rainbow Factory?
Hopefully you're engaged in this story enough to stick around and find out!

Entry 18

I know it’s not right but it was too tempting, today Soeris left the cave to go meet with somepony and Princess Luna. He wouldn’t let me come and I couldn’t just sneak along because he can see me, so I had to stay in the cave and watch Kuleco; the creep’s unconscious because of that spell the Princess put him under so he can’t do anything.

But with Soeris gone I couldn’t help myself, I routed through his stuff; I can’t be blamed can I? He’s my Dad that I never knew so I couldn’t help it.

I found this picture in there.

What the hay is going on, why does my Dad have a drawing of Kuleco? And just who is this guy?!

Author's Note

Due to a vacation Diary of Ghostly Scootaloo will be on hiatus for a little over a week. Sorry guys.

Under New Management

Rainbow Dash

It has come to our attention that your management of the Cloudsdale Rainbow Factory has been rather exceptionally poor; your judgement is clearly impaired with your decision to remove Doctor Atmosphere from your employ as well as the repeated reports of run down conditions and lack of safety in the factory. Important equipment could well be damaged in such an environment.

On top of this we are well aware that Kuleco, who we specifically sent to you to aid you in managing the factory by taking some of the workload, is now considered missing and possibly captured. Do you have any idea how much of a scandal this will be if they manage to make the connection to his past? It could easily be the end of us.

On top of that your Spectra output has clearly either been altered or you are severely underperforming in your duties. Regardless of which of these is true it cannot be allowed to continue.

It seems that we are left with little choice but for myself and Doctor HoofSing to personally oversee management of the Cloudsdale Rainbow Factory for the foreseeable future; I shall be reassigning myself to Cloudsdale asap and Doctor HoofSing shall be returning to his old post.

You may not debate or argue this action on our part and any attempt to share this information with others or to somehow restrain us in our abilities during our stay will result in immediate disciplinary action and further infringements will result in candidacy for processing.

Yours

Professor ElCee Hooves

Author's Note

Doctor HoofSing and Professor ElCee Hooves are both used with permission.

Also, due to my own personal life being difficult at the moment, Diary of GScoots will, for now, update twice a week instead of daily. Once my life is sorted out a bit we'll go back to daily updates.

Kuleco's Journal 4

They thought they could hold me, hardly. Evidently someone took care of that bucking Moonlit Drama Queen because what do you know, no more restraining spell and nothing between me and freedom but a whining spectre.

It’s hard to fight the temptation to go back to her gravestone and see if I can’t finish the job I admit but I have bigger fillies to fry, namely a certain experiment which seems to have gone missing. The Freak is nowhere to be found in the carriage we arrived in and I don’t see anypony giving out free hugs and throwing sickeningly sweet parties so I’m willing to bet it didn’t find a way into town.

I truly seem to be cursed with the worst luck a pony can receive, if I had anything to atone for I’d think it was karma. I’m writing this from in our carriage, that stupid Alicorn bitch did a number on my wing, and look who lands in town and starts looking around.

I don’t care if he’s looking for me, Soeris or, actually you know what I don’t care why he’s here I don’t want him to be, I had enough of dealing with this guy before he and ElCee got sent away to Celestia knows where, him and those stupid bodyguards, I wonder if he just keeps them around to look imposing or if he just has bad eye for tough pegasi because I’d wager quite a bit that neither of them could measure up to me in a fight.

Doctor HoofSing, you are not welcome, this is my territory now.

On the upside though if he’s here, maybe ElCee is too. And if ElCee is here, maybe we can actually get some progress made on bringing ourselves back to status quo; if my guess as to why the spell restraining me failed is true then it should be even easier.

One Alicorn down and the other in our pocket. How can we lose now?

Kuleco Recovered

This is Doctor HoofSing’s report from the town of Ponyville, to be received by Professor ElCee Hooves at the Cloudsdale Rainbow Factory.

I confess ElCee that now more than ever I wish that we had kept up to date with this Facility and it’s staff once we left it, it would perhaps have been a wise course of action if what Kuleco has told me is accurate.

I shall leave it up to you what we do with Kuleco as it was you who decided he was a worthwhile investment and it is you who shall decide what to do since that clearly is not what we have ended up with here.

Though I think you should know that we do indeed have one problem put aside; Kuleco claims that Atmosphere “talked too much” and that he was eliminated on Rainbow Dash’s orders. You will surely know whether or not that’s true by the time I send this to you but if it is indeed true then it leaves only two problem workers rather than three.

Still though I’m bringing him back for psychological analysis and questioning; he’s been talking about “ghosts” and “The Freak”, whatever that may be, I’m not certain if the imprisonment he claims to have been in has rattled his brain slightly or not.

Nevertheless if you find remnants of their research, I doubt the fools were intelligent enough to actually erase it all, preserve it until I arrive.

The experiments run here could be vital to my own plan.

Doctor HoofSing.

So Alone

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̲͈͉̲̫̜S̬͖̲̱̙͕̕o̩̹̺̗̩͈̹̟m̵͇͈̩̹̭͢e̢̡̙̰͔̱͖̜̤͉̣t̞̼̯͠h̺̟͉̺̤̬͈í͉̫͉n̸̝g̴̡̞̜̟̞͙̯'̨̤̰̟̱s͜͏͉̖̲̻̞ ͇͍̰̪̘̦͓̟͖w̸̢͔̰̰̫͙̬̫͖r̮̱̜͘ơ̴͙͎̥͇͓̺̫̪n̵̻͇̩͉̭̥͢g̛͇̝͖̙͔̮.̶̳̗̱.͉̤͎̭̮.̘ ͉͙̘́I͙͕̞̕ͅ ̳͜͠c͖̭̭̭̝̯̻ą̞͚͚͇̦n̩̫̥̣̱̘'̞͇͠ͅͅt̛̖̻̳̲̦̼̲ ̴̣̝͓͔̰̱͓f̯̮̱̗̦e͙̟̮̱̦̩̝͇ẹ̵̬l͚͕̝ ̜̀́͢M̛͇̯̫͕͟u͉̟̪͙͠m̷͏͙͓̘͍̻̪ͅm̴͈̼̟̯͍̥y̬̘͈̼͘̕ ̭͕͓͍̜͜͟a̰̩̭̻̝͘t̪͡͝ ͠҉͔͔͓͇̦̗̥a̤̣͚̤̕l̷̻͘l̞͈͜ ̸̛̝̮̠̺a̦̬̮͔̞̬̟̖n̨̠̺̪̹͕̰d̙̤̩̩͈̪̭̮̬͡ ̴̩͙D͍̩̜̮̙̹̖̮a̘̰̟̕̕d̺̣̳̺̥̱͍̥ḑ͕͕̻͙̲̘̗̝ͅy͖̱͚̦͓̙̺͓̳͘ ͖̱̯͎ͅh͏̧̹̗̬̩͍̜̗ͅạ̛͙̗s̲̻̠͓͖̳̩̘ ̷̡̧̳̼̟s̸̢͔̞̜̭̻̫̙͉͜t̨̜̞͙̗a͢͏̫̩͈͖r̷̯̥͙͚̳̮͘t̰̙̬̰̼̀͡e̯̭̬͖ͅd͏̰̦͙͔̣́ ͖͔͕a̶̟͓̪̥͎̣l̯̫̙͔͝l̪̻̜̩̭͓̘̩ ͈͕͕̳̫͍̱̗̣́͘l͇͙͇͎̘̀͞͠o͉̝̫͓͓̫͎̟̣u̼͍͙̣̜͘ͅd̛҉̹͔̫̠̤͈͎ ̸̡̺̖̱͞ạ̝͈̠̖͙̰͝n̼̲͍̞͕͉͓̖͢d͍͚̕ ̴̙͙̥̫̕n̨҉̢̙̝̦̪͕̻͚o̕͘͏̬i͏̨̢͖̟͎̖s̺͉̕͠ͅy̦̳͔̞͜ ̸̧̭̼̤̖͍͢a͙͇͙̜͖̻̩͜g̖͔̻̗̟͍̩͎͞͡͝a̵͕͙̞̱͟͡i͏̯̯͎ͅṋ͙͈͖̟,́͏̲͙̣ ̬̜͇͓͕̯̮̳h̵̜̞͔͕ͅe̝̠̩̖̦'̢̜̠̠͇̳̰́s̡҉̝͕͟ ̪͈̮̬̺̲͚ͅs̳͚͖u̷̲̹̯͖p͏̪̮̺͇͇p͖͉̮̝̜͖̞o̶̺͉̟͜ͅs̵̴̺̘͜e̡͚̼̩̗̯͉͙ͅd͏̜͈̜̳̟̭̭ ̴̤̪͓̯͍͎͘t̩͚̘ọ̴͇͉́͟ ̢̜̥̝̣͎b̶̠̭͍e̟̰̟̺͖̳͟͟ͅ ̶͉̺͔̥̹̜̤͞ͅm̡͚͓̮̘̬̣̪͕a̶̰̝̟̩̣͚ͅḱ̛̥̻͕͈̟͜i̶̘̩̫͢n̼̗͔̻g̗͔̤̹͘ ̟̝̩͙̰͢b͖̳͈̞́̕͠r̗͉̝̞̣͚͕̀o̵̪̟̣͞t̶̝̤̣͓̲̠͡h̷̛̰̤̳͕͝ͅe̻̹̲̮͇̘̰̬͘̕ͅr̴̜͘ș̼͎̰̮̠̤͈ ̶̬̺̝͓̬̳̖͖͞a̻̙͎̪͇̮n̶͍̙̹̞̹ḍ̸̱̘̖̝͎͓ ̨̻̮̼̼s̛͍͉͘i̛҉̖̼͓͙͇͚s̘͉͎̤̞̲̻͓͟t̡̢̟̳̗͈̻̳̫̜͉e̸̴̛̝͚͓̣r̻̯̖s҉̥͠ ̘̜͔̱̙̀͠f̢̲̦͙o҉̛̣̯̣͞r̵̶̛̦͖͙͕ ̝͙͖̙͉͖̪̳̝ḿ̴̡̗e͎̳͈͖̮̺̲͜ ̨̯͠b̼͇͖͇̥̲̩͔͝u̶̝̜̠͉̲͎̼̳̹t̶̵̙̟̥̠̗̱̠͘ ̶̟̦͙͈̮͢i̜̰͓͇̩͕͚̘̲ṯ̶̡̼ ̬͚̦̥̖̣̱̮̥̕s̡͖̰̪͇̖̝͕͍ͅơ̵͔̣̪͉ù̵̙̱̱͎͕͡n̼̙̮̻͈̫̜͘͡d̠͙s͕̝͎͖̺͍̀ ̷̢͖̹̳l̶̸̖̜͓̮̭͕i̱̯̘̜̣͜k̠͕̫e͏̮̦͈̜͓ ̶̨͉͍̲͖̺̲̬̥̭h̨̭̹e̡͔̣͓̣͚̩̲̗͓'̲̦̝̥͇̻̩̫̀͝s͉ ̼̣͠k̛̙̗̱̭͎̟̟̙͢i͖͍̟͍͈l̷̴͕͇͈̖̘̻̥̥l̸̯͕̠̰̻̫͜i͓̬n̹͖͓̭̠̥͔̭̩g̻͖͎̱̳̼̣̰͙ ̧̛͇͖͇m̠͈͇͢͜ó̯͜ͅr͉̭̤̦̙͇͜é̴͓̙͇̫̩̲ ͉̭͍̺̭̣͞a̶̼̱̤̼n̥̮̪͍͖̣͚̞d̙̫͞ ̘͚̞m͖͎̩͉̲͟o͉̲̠r͖̖̜͍͓̞̞̬e̢̤̳̟̭͇͡͠,̶̳̗̕ ̬͖̝̱̹̦͢i̜͎͜t̢̢̛̼'̬͚͡s̻̪ͅ ̠̮̺̭͔̘͎n͓̘̦̹̼͚̞̟͟͜o̩̼̥̰̙̯͢t̡͚͙̘̪̜̜̦̩͟͠ ̡̧͍̰̞n̷̢̥̺̘͚i̛̱̲̼̲̦͇͝ć̰̘̤̜̲̩̕ę̶̗̦͈̲,͓̗̟̀͢ ̴͖̙͖͕͚̺͉̀͘ͅm͏̷̸̭͙̼̺a̛͖͔̰̟͙̗͓k̞͓͎e͍̺̝̯̕ ̶̖̲͎̀i̢̖̭̺̮̖̞̤̘͞t̴̡̗̭̣̞̱ ̳̺̩̣͢s̵̞̣̰̠̬̺̳̗͜͝t̛̘̗͇̰̜̪͘ͅo͔̺̫͕͈p̸̢̱͍̞̖͕͕͍͝!̷̢̹̥̬̰͉͙̦͚̠
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̙̣̘̦̫̯͜I҉̵̜͚͓̫͡ͅ'̹͇̟͠͠m̸̡͙̦͇̩͇̪͚͞ͅ ̷̖͈͎̙̱͎͜n̵̯̳͎̙̩̻͢o̵̮͝t̵̝̞͢͢ ҉̡̰͔͉̖̺̮͕á̗̳̤͟͞ ̫͙͡F̡̙̲͙͎̹̞̲̜̻͡ŗ̤̩̹͔̮͈̗e͓͉̯̻̰a͏̤̪͎͍͈͜k҉̫͈̬̱̣̗,̢͠͏̣͙͔ ̲͝I̵͇̻̝͔̻̞̙͇̥ ̤j͓̮͔̕u̴͏̭s̲̦͙̰͞t̜̪̳͎̗̩͝ͅ ̷̮̫͢w͙͉̭̙a̼̬̩͢n̶̵̩̼̬̝͚̱t͚̝̭̹̖͔̞̀́͞ ̴̡͍̞t̩̼̦̻̻͔̱o̖͚̜͇͓̪͎͙͜ ̬̱͎͔̮͙͎͖p̶̝͚̯̦͔̪̫͢l̹̥̤̠̖͞e҉͏̞̬͚̺͎à̡͎̯͎̭s̬̦̮̺͉͈̫̜͙̕ȩ͖͎̹̕ ̭̜̼̬́̕m̷͇̘͞y̶͍ ̼̗͞͡M̝͉͙̟̭̰ͅu̗͔m̦͓̳̻͘m̴͓͈̙̕y̸̪̜̩̤̫̰͠.̜̟̩̜̝͈̖̻́͝.҉̢̬̰̱̥͓̗̰̮̕.̖̮̟̦͝ ̸͍̱͇̞̰̼I̸̩̥̞ ̡̘͕̩̗͉̞́c̢̭͔̫̜͇̹a̪̮͡n̷̢̫̭͙͍ ͏̡̘̩͠f̳̞̜̼̻̭̀ͅe̖̖̬è͙̳̟̯̲̜l̖͚͖͍͖͓̤͜ ͜͏̪̜̗͇̪̲̥͓͠m͏̸̡̭̦͓͇͙͚y̜̹̰͙͚̳͘s̕҉̣̞̳͚̲ȩ̫̹̣͚̲͉̪͢l̪̭̦̟̖̪ͅf̨̗͕̯̣͚̺͈̻ ̢̯͍͙̯̹̺͕̗̥͟g͠͏̮̦̠è̳̳̗̝͈͡ͅt̷̘͚ț̞̦̙̰͚͟͞͞i̳̺͎n̼̙̬͉̝͎g̞̝͟͜ ̜͜w̮̺̞͖̼̱e̶̴͏̜̝͇a҉̨̱̻͙͍k҉͉̯̫̱͍̖e̷̷̞̯̻̲͉ͅṟ̰̀͝ ̹̬̟̘̣̬͡a̧̭̱̩̯͖͕͝ṇ̛͓̖̕d̴̗̠͘͟ ̗̰̳͜w̖̣̤͎̟̻̱̩e̗̪͕a̶̝̯̰͢ḵ̜͉̮̜ͅe̛̱͕͕̫͎͖̣̳r̛̰̟̠͙͓̕͢,̜͇ ̨̪̠̪̯̳̠̯I͜͏̮̭̤̯̞̭͚̪ ̤̬̰f̛͕̟̀͘e̮͈̗͓e̷̘̭̪̩̼͓͜͜l̯͉̫̺̲̳̝̲ ̰̼̳̫͉͔̠̻͝͠͞s̸̛̬l̞̳̜̲e͍͚͟e͢͏̠̻̣̮̠͠p̡̬̰̘̦̙̬y̵̛͚̲̘̼͉͠.̼̬̳̖.̡̠͉͔̺̮̪̙̱̕.̨̗̪͎̳̠͜͝ ҉̻͉a̸̺͎̳̙̟̩̟̯͜m̘̻͙̺͚̠ ̸̧҉̦̘̥͇͚̞̯͉I̳̯̹̯͇̫̮̠͡͞ ̸̙̯̬͎̥̮ͅd̠̼̬͡y̴͖̯̲̼͖͕͞i̧̼̲̪͔n̯̝g̵̤͖͍͎̬̦͔ͅ?̰͘͞
̷̮̪̖̳̬̻
̧̢̗̪̣̤͜A̸̫̞̙̣͡ͅm͇̫̭͎̺͚̘̱͠ ̯͉̟̮̦̖̯̩͢I̙̠̞̬͚̳̰ ͙̥̯̱d̨͍̠̹͉͓̟̫̀͠y̜̣͈̪̥̗̗͚̗i̴̴҉̩͖͉̪n̴͈̗̼͔͇͘͡g̴̷͈̰̪̼͙̬̥͜ͅͅ ҉̙̬̗ͅi̵̡͎͕͓͜n̗̹̙͚̩̯̱͖ ̷̸̳̗̳̤́t̙͖̺͉̪̗̳̜ḫ͍̱́͡e̬ ̷̖͈̗̱͈̜͉̗Ȩ̢̺̲̣͕͉̯͉v͟҉̞͍͖͓̟̪̻̙̮é͔̪̹͖̱̪͚̕͢r̤̙̱̱̞̩͠f̵̧̞͔̭̮̘̭̮̮͟r̢̰̗̗̻͍̬ͅè̹̭̣̖̟͓͜ͅȩ̛̱͖͍̟̱̦̭͡?̞̤̱̥̲͖̖ͅ
̸̢̹͕̥͈
͏̡̢̯͇̜͓͉͇̪̲I̵̦̠͇̝̱ ̵̣͈̰̲̳̺f̦͍̳͙̻̪̯̮̀͜o̠̪̤u̡̡̼͔̥͇̬͙͕͉̜͠ń͚̺͝d̢̢̦̞͍͙͇̙̹̖͇ ̶͏̗͇̰ͅa̘͎̣͓͔ ̴̛̩̗̗͍̥̠̪c̨̡̤̫̠à̫̩̘̼̩͚̯ş̫̱̙̰̻͓͉̼̕t̷̡͙͚̞̖̕l͚̤̪̮̩e̡͎̼͇̱̹̬̣ ̬͔r̛̀͏͚͖͈͕̲ụ̢̙̟̖̠̞i͘҉͈̜̣̥n̸̛̜̣͇̻̱͚͔͜.͔͓͇͙̦̰̕ ͏͏͖̤͚͓I̼̩͕͔̯t̡̜̙͕̮ ̡̢̮̪͙̣̖̯̖͝s̴̖̠̭͘ͅm̲̣̲̱̀e͙͓̻̯͙̖l̤̼̝͚̦̼̖͍͝l̟̖s̛̙̬͍͠͞ ̵̷̥͍͍͡ḷ̨̘͕̙̞̮̳͝͞i̩k̞̺͉̻̟é͕͉̳͚ ̛҉̪̯̰M̞̯̮̦͓̬̻̻͜͡u͓̮̱ḿ҉͇̯ͅm̙̹̥y̱̻͉̰͡.̴̴͙͚̲̟̬͔̭͢ͅ.͉͈̼̣̥͉͟.̷̣̖͟ ̠̫̀͠i̢̛͎͕͎̦̱̰f̶̘͖̦̗͚͍̺͝ͅ ̢̨͕̩̙̩̘̯̱͍̗̕s̶̠͚͚͢h̸͔̘̦̖ȩ͕̩̤̺͙̫'̢̛̼̺̺͔͡s͘͏̞̯͍͝ͅ ̺̭͞͝r̺͖̫̠͙͚͔͙͘͢e̗̪̮̪a̟̖̪͍̪͕ͅļ̸҉̞̻̯͚̯͉l̡͔̝̠̦͉̞̤̱y̧̡̧̳̟͚̗͍ ̶̤̳̜̕ǵ̦͕̹͔̭͈͉ǫ͍͈̺̬͚̠̖͝ͅn̢͙̱̩̺̖̻e̟͇̼͕̥͍͇͈.̼͜.̧͕̰̙͓ͅ.̛͏̬̝̹̳͈̫ ̀͏͖̪͓̯̩̗I̶҉̝͍̖̪͚̼̦̗ ̧̟̳̪c̶͈̟̭͘ó̷̜͈͇͡ṳ̖̖͍l̶͇̭̬̱̳ḑ̬͇̤͎̤̥̙̝ ̭̮̞͖́b͉̜͙̙̺̥͇̤̕͢͡e̡̩̳̝̫͡ ̰̜͇̞̰o̟̮̱̤͇̥̥k̼̣͍̣̰̗̰̼á͓̮͚y̛̻̕͜ ̶̧͉͇͙̫̲͉̤͇w̰̳̲̦i̖͓̦͢t̨̩̜̮́ͅh̷̢̩̼̤͙̼̲̲̝ ̥̱̯̟ḍ̸͖͎̥̭̩̣͘͝ͅy͝҉͕̙͉͖̰̫ͅi̜͢͢n͈̳̥̪͉͇͍̕͠͞ͅg͈͙͇̙͖͙̝̮͢ͅ ̵͏̺͝ḩ̞͎̘̱͕͜e̸̗͜r̵͙̠̣̟̯͔͕̼̕͡e̵̡̠͎̪̖͜ ҉̻̱͍̞͍͉͟I̡̢̙̰̹̩ ̼̰͙̕ͅg̵͚̙̟̫̩̱̬u̖e͏͚̳̲̲s̤̫͞ͅş͍̳͈̜̥̭̦͖.͏̼̮͟͢.̧͕̺.̗̣͈͢ ̶̫͓͠D̠̱̕á̶̤͍d̶̮͈̱̺̪͕̗͠d̸̢̹̙͔y̸̹̗̟͝ ̸̦̞̦͉w̢̮̳͖i̧̪̱l̹͍l̳̠̳̬͕͞͝ ͉̫̙u̗̰͜n̛͚͕͙̼̠͖̭͍͘d̶̼̭͝e̢͖̫͙͓͉̱̮͚̖͜͡r̶̯͓̮̜̀s̢͈͔̦̖̬͍̻͕͟t̘̻͖̪̕͜a͏͕͚͚̞n̴̨̘̳̬̭̠̗͞d̨̨͔̣̩̜̬̺̲ͅ.҉̬̮̯̪͝.̷͍̜̗̫̤̪.̝̺͙̠͚̹͎͠
̛̼̫
̬̦̙̩̟̼͕H̰̀e͎ ̖̳͍͕̲̕͢͞h̠̭̰̦͘à̴̡̹͎̤͔̞ͅs̷̡͕̺̻̘͇͙̯ ̸̛̳̙̱̮̮̙̜̗l̞̭̪̲o̴̸̳̤̼̥̹͡t̻͎̪̝͠͠͞ͅs̵̱̹̯͙̲͡ ̨̩̟̝͜͝o̰̤̰͘f҉͇̻ ̞̦̬̙͙͍ͅṕ͎͇͝ơ̸̼̯n͏̷̜͙̖̻̻̮̰͜ì̯̜̥̫e̴͚̥̘͔̣̭͢͡s̵̨͖̳̼̗̘ ̵͏͙̟̲t͓̜̯̮o̟̜̰̳̗ ͔̞̺̪͢f̨͚͖͍̩̯̞e͙̱̯̲̰ȩ̴̱̠̰̟d̫͖͈̞̖̲́͝ͅ ̙͖́f̸̟̗͈̬̞͖͇̀a̴̶̖͎̦̹͖̻̻͢i̝̮ĺ͕̘̥̥͖̹u̠r͏̸̷̗͉̣̹̩̝̫̠̺e͇̥̜̝͚͓̠s̙̘̙͇ ̴̬͟t̴̷̯͇͙͟o̟̯͚̹ͅ ̠̞̖ͅh͙̣̩̗͎͙̭́i̷͕̗̬m̧̲̹̯̜̜͚͇̬ͅ.̫̖͎͕͟

It Begins

Sister… please forgive me. I cannot control it. My power, my will, no longer is it my own… what she did to you, what she plans to do and what they aim for is unknown… surely this cannot be their end goal, a mere takeover for if it were, well I am afraid they have essentially achieved that already.

It is an insult. The Princess of the Sun, the ruler of Equestria… a prisoner within her own mind.

Nopony could have for seen this, not even me, and no pony shall ever be able to walk free until they are defeated. But by who?

My dear Luna… I have failed you just as I failed all of Equestria… I am so sorry…

Please somepony… help us… help me...

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I have copied these for you HoofSing as they appear to be thoughts. Yes I know, thoughts directly on the printed page, automated magic of a kind I could never have imagined maintaining before now.

This book contains more thoughts of this nature, they date back perhaps months!

This breakthrough perhaps surpasses the Pegasus Device as one of the most important innovations in our history!

You were right in your suspicions HoofSing; Kuleco, Rainbow Dash and now it seems Atmosphere were indeed working against what we ordered them to do and pursuing their own agenda, this much we know, but now that I have seen what they have accomplished alone I must question if we should be punishing them or congratulating them and thanking them for paving the way to our future.

You are of course correct that Kuleco sounds like he is very disturbed though what by I admit I can’t guess. Please do bring him back, I feel he shall be invaluable to our plans once he has recovered and can tell us exactly how he accomplished this.

Kuleco may not be the most scientifically minded of our forces and certainly not of this admirable trio but he is also no fool and can surely tell us how this was accomplished and most importantly how he kept it hidden.

That is what perplexes me the most I must confess.

Three pegasi. Three, worker class, pegasi.

That was all it took to take over Equestria without anypony knowing…

***

I admit I question the wisdom in that ElCee but he is your issue to deal with and not mine, it shall of course reflect purely on your evaluation should he be of no use to us.

Regardless though it is indeed fascinating to see such a lowly lifeform be a part of a plot that that surely should not have even made it past phase one and yet it has evidently, if not succeeded, made it’s way to a late stage.

Something however is perplexing me about Ponyville; the large concentration of Rainbows here seemed like it might’ve been a mistake or perhaps some immature type of gloat and yet according to my contact here the rainbows have had a noticeable effect on all but a select few of the population.

Whatever it was and however they managed it, these rainbows had some kind of direct effect on the population of this town so that they would impede Soeris’ investigation. I need to investigate this further, in case it can provide us anymore information on this plan that these three enacted.

I have sent Kuleco to the factory in response to your request, my contact shall be with him if you have anymore questions for her on the events that transpired in this town. She is, however, new to her position, so you must excuse her lack of professionalism.

***

Oh my gosh, my first day on the job and I’m running a prisoner to the factory, and not just some random failure but an actual prisoner? Wow HoofSing really does trust me!

This guys been dead weight all the way here, I know HoofSing said to go directly to ElCee but I couldn’t help but want to get this down first, no way did I ever expect to be given something this important to do, I wonder if I’ll meet Doctor Atmosphere or Rainbow Dash today or if that’ll have to wait.

Either way, little Prism Dust is all grown up and ready to serve the pegasus race!

Author's Note

Prism Dust can be found at her ask Tumblr.

This is where the Diary of Ghostly Scootaloo ends but, as you can plainly see, this is most certainly not the end of the story. A sequel shall follow.

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Sequel

Hello everyone, putting a notice here that Ghostly Scootaloo: Fall of the Flock is now up and is the follow up to Diary of Ghostly Scootaloo. If you liked this story, please check it out and let me know how it is.

Entry 1

One thing I’m always thankful for about my situation right now is that at least I can still play pranks on some ponies; I always loved to play pranks when I was alive and with everything else I lost when I died it’s nice to have that much at least.

Oh, I’m sorry I should introduce myself; I’m Scootaloo, toughest filly in Equestria. Or I guess I used to be. Can you still be the toughest filly when you’re dead or is that cheating?

But yeah I always loved to play pranks and I have to admit being a ghost kinda makes that easier. Like when I levitate Ditzy’s muffins and she gets all confused and can’t figure out what’s doing it, usually she just calls for Doctor Hooves to explain it and then by the time she gets back I’ve put it down and just watch. I know it’s a bit mean but the look on her face is always so funny.

I dunno why I decided to start keeping this journal to be honest; it’s already too late for anypony to help me and besides, who’d ever believe that some random pegasus is a ghost or that she knows the pegasus race’s darkest secret? More likely they’d just write it off as some messed up ponies playing a joke on little foals.

That’s how we all wrote it off at first.

Anyways, today was kinda sad; Applebloom and Sweetie are still friends and they’ve even kept the cutie mark crusaders going after they got their own cutie marks. I wish I could’ve been there to see them get them but I got pulled away before that day... I like to think I was there in spirit.

Princess Luna should be visiting tomorrow. She comes every week or so now, always at the same time and leaves a bunch of flowers for me, she’s like the big sister I always wanted but is it selfish that I really wish she could have been my sister sooner so we could’ve actually spent some time together?

I hope she brings a different set of flowers this time though... I don’t like rainbows anymore...

Entry 3

There’s some weird new stallion in town. He just wandered in and started going around asking everypony questions about me and Rainbow Dash; does he even know what happened to me? I actually wondered whether he was from the orphanage but they never noticed I went missing for years, why would they show up now?

His cutie mark is creepy though I never liked skulls to begin with and the one on his flank is surrounded by rainbow coloured fire, I feel like it’s leering at me everywhere I go.

He just wandered into Rainbow Dash’s house and started looking around too! He has no right to be in there and yet in he goes like it’s an everyday thing, he even ruffled through her Wonderbolts stuff, if I could go solid for more than a few seconds I’d kick his flank!

I think Applejack’s onto him but I dunno, she never really talks to anypony anymore. I feel like Big Macintosh talks more than she does now and even he’s pulled back from everypony recently, I don’t think I’ve seen him and Miss Cheerilee together for weeks.

I don’t get it, why are they so torn up about me? Everypony’s been so sad in town now, I wish they’d just forget about me and go on with their lives, I want them to be happy and enjoy themselves, not be sad about me all the time.

Stupid Rainbow Dash, this is all her fault. No, no it’s mine, I should’ve been able to fly then Dash wouldn’t have to do those nasty things.

And for the love of Luna why won’t this grinding noise leave my ears?!

Entry 4

I saw Applebloom and Sweetie Belle again today. They’re taking on ponies to the cutie mark crusaders, looks like Pipsqueak and Button Mash will be joining before long. It’s kinda hard to watch for me; we spent so long together trying to get our cutie marks, all those wonderful adventures we had and all the fun things we did, and now I’ll never do any of it with them again.

I wish I could talk to them and tell them what happened, that way at least they’d know. From what I can gather around town it looks like Rainbow Dash covered up what happened to me, everyone thinks I’m just a stupid filly who went and wandered into the Everfree Forest or fell in a stream or something.

Yeah I ended up in a stream alright, just not one of water and it was no accident.

And that weird stallion is still hanging around, now he’s bothering Fluttershy and Rarity to try and get answers about me. Is he dense? What are they gonna be able to tell him “sorry mister all I know is the dumb chicken hung around with the crazy mare we thought was our friend”. Oh I wish they could tell him that but of course they can’t, they still don’t know about Rainbow Dash.

Speaking of Rainbow Dash, where is she?

It looks like she hasn’t even been to her house for ages. Has it really been that long since she started her work or did I not come back right away like I thought? I’ve only been here a few days now but it looks like I’ve been gone a lot longer than that, they had time to make a gravestone for me at least.

I wonder why they would make a gravestone when they had no body to bury? Everyone thinks I disappeared, are they that certain that I’m dead?

What’s happened here while I’ve been gone. The whole town feels wrong everypony’s all nervous and scared all the time and nopony laughs as much anymore. I don’t think Twilight and her friends even hang out anymore.

Rainbow Dash... what have you done?

The Soeris Report 2

Today my investigation brought me to the cottage of Fluttershy, the Element of Kindness. I confess that I don’t know whether this general atmosphere of fear has affected her too or if she is simply normally this unwilling to talk to strangers. From what Princess Luna has told me I would guess the latter.

The marketplace feels strangely abandoned today and no buskers or street artists made their appearances today like some brave ones did on my first day here. I will wait and see whether this persists but if it does indeed turn out to result from my presence then I admit that I worry that the problems in Ponyville may reach far further than we realised.

Notably today I was pulled aside by Big Macintosh, the brother of Applejack, Element of Honesty; he warned me that it “would do me no favours to go dragging up old injuries”. What in Equestria he meant by that I have no idea because as soon as he told me he walked off with his cart of apples and wouldn’t acknowledge me. I may have to request permission to hold a formal questioning of the Apple family, already Applebloom is a prime lead.

How in Equestria is Scootaloo's disappearance an "old injury"? It has been scarcely a month.

Rainbow Dash has once again failed to make her appearance in Ponyville. What strikes me more than her absence is the towns lack of reaction to it; they have a pegasus by the name of Rain Drops operating as their weather manager for the moment and when I questioned her she persisted that it was normal for everypony to need some time off every now and again.

Fair but most weather managers don’t take unannounced breaks of up to three weeks if my records are accurate.

I must confess that I have been feeling as though I’m being watched ever since I set foot in Ponyville; for now I will chalk it up to the oppressive fear and sadness getting to me but regardless more caution couldn’t hurt.

It would seem the disappearance of Scootaloo may not have been the first atrocity committed in this town.

End of report.

Entry 7

I can’t sleep.

I don’t know whether that’s new or not. I kinda never felt sleepy since I came back but now I can’t sleep; anytime I even think about closing my eyes, just for a quick nap, I’m back at the factory again...

And whenever I do keep my eyes open I can see them on the horizon.

Maybe it’s some cruel joke, or maybe it’s just coincidence and I’m a whiny filly, but why did they have to put up so many of them today? Was it really necessary.

So many bucking rainbows...

Even now that I’ve been able to leave the factory and come back home I can’t get away from it, one look at the sky and I can see those images in my head.

Aurora... Orion... who knows how many others... and ponies adore these things. If they only knew.

I need to let somepony know, I don’t care if I can’t show myself to them I need somepony, anypony just to know, at least a sign that they cared at some point. What if Applebloom and Sweetie Belle didn’t care, what if they knew what Dash was going to do?

No, stop it! That isn’t fair, they would never do anything like that, if they’d known they would’ve done anything to help me and they’ve been so upset since I died. Everyday they just kinda wander around town, I know they have their cutie marks now but are they really just going to not be crusaders anymore. Just because of me dying?

Wow. Even dead I keep ruining ponies lives.

Tomorrow I’ll let them know that I’m watching over them. I wish we all could’ve led awesome lives together, the three crusaders like it’s supposed to be, but at least I can show them I’ll never abandon them. Death ain’t got nothing on our friendship!

Now I got some work to do... I never did get round to finishing those revisions...

The Soeris Report 3

I have visited the orphanage that Scootaloo once stayed at. I reasoned that while it seems no pony in Ponyville was keeping tabs on where she came from, even her teacher admitted she’d never met her parents, it seemed only sensible to inquire at the establishment that cared for her in her early years.

Unfortunately it would appear that our options are becoming increasingly closed off; while the orphanage supplied me with more information regarding Scootaloo’s early childhood than anyone in Ponyville has been willing to tell me they claim that Scootaloo ran away when she was only seven and that they had not heard from her since.

This in itself raises far more questions, such as how a filly with no flight abilities makes it from a Trottingham orphanage alone to Ponyville and how she managed to live on her own for years without suspicion or needing assistance. No, I’m afraid that it is simply impossible for the situation to be that simple.

The only logical conclusion is that Scootaloo did indeed have somepony who she was living with or who at the very least was helping her out. Whoever this pony is surely must have known something about Scootaloo’s disappearance, even if it’s as simple as where she was going and what she planned to do.

Our elusive Rainbow Dash has once again failed to make herself present in Ponyville; given her consistent refusal to visit the village I request permission for the Royal Guard to bring her in for questioning. While no evidence has come forth to suggest Rainbow Dash as a suspect of murder/foal napping, we sadly have little choice.

End of Report

Addendum: Enclosed with this report is a private correspondence. This letter is enchanted and will inflict grievous bodily harm to anypony besides Princess Luna who attempts to open it. Would the pony who files this report please send it directly to her as soon as possible and tell her it is a message from Soeris.

How Pathetic

I used to think I was a truly horrid beast
My pain I inflicted on others, without thought in the least.

But now I know for me what truly awaits
For those who bully and torment grab her snare and baits

My fate is sealed and my final resting place before me
Truly we cannot escape this place, can we?

Some of them spoke of one who once took the chance
They revere her like the ancient warriors of sword and lance

For now I do what I can to keep their spirits high
Only when they sleep do I allow myself to groan and sigh

Do we tell them or do we let them believe that soon we will flee?
When truthfully we are all destined to die no matter how hard we plea

Still the others’ tale is one that inspires them and shows them a speck of light
Oh if only that light could tell the princess of our plight

Still we await the demons in black to come and clean us of these fleas and lice
But only so that we may make better fuel for the monstrous pegasus device

I wish to sacrifice myself for these foals but would that help us?
Hardly, I believe it to simply be the faster track to Tartarus.

So instead we sit here retelling the story worthy of Daring Do
The story of the filly who almost escaped, dear brave Scootaloo.

Was sure you'd get a right kick out of this RD. I'm waiting for one of them to pull out a harmonica one of these days, it's comedy gold watching these wastes of feathers fool themselves into thinking they'll be saved.
Anyways I'm on duty in five so I'll leave this on your desk, hope it makes you laugh as much as it did for me.

Kuleco

Entry 10

Okay, I am officially sick of this freak.

Bad enough that weirdo feels he can just waltz into the town and start bugging everypony but he’s gone too far; there I am, floating in a tree in the Everfree and just thinking about what to say to Applebloom and Sweetie and then I hear all this crashing, like there was a fight going on.

At first I just thought it was a manticore after it’s meal but then I heard the screaming.

So I rush on over there and oh you have no idea how much I wanted to be alive again just to beat the manure out of this freak.

Nobody hurts Ditzy. She’s been nothing but nice and he was attacking her in the Everfree? Celestia couldn’t get away with that.

He makes no sense; I tried to make myself solid to drop something on him, at least give Ditzy enough time to get away but all I did was break a branch in the tree. He freaked. Turned back to Ditzy and took off, never seen somepony other than Rainbow Dash fly that fast.

What the hay is wrong with this town? It used to be so nice until this freak showed up.

Personally, I think he’s overstayed his welcome...

Questionable Leadership

Rainbow Dash.

I am concerned that you have neglected to keep proper monitoring on all phases of the operation; our inside pony on Luna’s investigation appears to have stopped his reports, was he captured or has he turned against us? I fail to see why I was not informed of this development and instead had to rely on Kuleco’s second hand information.

And speaking of that I must again re-state my objections to having that psychopath in our operation: what we do is for the good of the pegasus people and, by extension, all of Equestria, we cannot afford blood thirsty psychopaths into our operation, let alone one as unstable as that.

I fail to see why you continue to give him such important duties.

Your leadership has been questionable ever since the incident with Scootaloo and her escape attempt. This is not acceptable and is also confusing; we stopped the escape and the group was processed as they should be, what has you so perturbed?

Regardless, I will investigate the matter of our inside pony personally. If he has indeed defected then he must be dealt with.

You sent him to cover our trail but I believe Soeris may have just become the biggest threat to our operation.

Doctor Atmosphere.

Entry 11

Oh come on!

I finally get an idea for how to deal with that creep and he goes and takes off! Seriously, how inconsiderate can you get, after all that effort I put in to get everything ready he just up and leaves before I can get him.

Does he have any idea how hard it is to stay solid long enough to herd chickens?

And for the love of Celestia can they stop with the damned rainbows? Yes we get it Rainbow Dash you can murder foals every day and display them in front of us and we don’t even know, hardy har, can you seriously ease up on them over ponyville, I can’t even see the bucking clouds half the time.

How has no one noticed this?

Why hasn’t Luna done anything? She hasn’t been to my grave this week and she doesn’t even seem like she’s done anything to look into things. Maybe she doesn’t care about me after all.

Guess it would make sense... Rainbow Dash showed me exactly how worthless I am... I can’t even die properly/

Maintenance

I’m starting to get the impression that offing the Doc might not have been the most smart move in hindsight Rainbow Dash. I mean don’t get me wrong, it was fun and I don’t miss the lectures, but looking around down here... yeah we’re starting to hit some problems.

These machines don’t maintain themselves you know and I’m no expert on keeping these things running, and I don’t exactly trust your... what is that thing, your pet, kid, science project? Well whatever it is I don’t trust it near the Pegasus Device, any time it catches a glimpse I feel like it’s going to start mating with it, please tell me you can get rid of that?

But anyways, I don’t even know where to begin; leaky pipes, faulty saws, the grinders are clogged, the cells are overcrowded, it’s a disaster in here. Soon enough we’re going to have to send for outside help unless we can pull this up, and I do not want those short sighted idiots coming here and messing up the plan.

Still though, at least we can get by more smoothly now; no more Doctor Loudmouth and with that warrant Celestia put out Soeris should be taken care of before long. Is it wrong that I really want them to capture him alive, so I can make him scream first? I’d be interested at least to know what motivated him to turn on us.

I’ll get back to my duties but please answer us Rainbow Dash. And showing your face sometime wouldn’t go amiss.

-Kuleco.

PS: Sorry for the stains. Like I said, it’s a mess down here.

The Soeris Report 5

I have to admit that at this point I don’t even see a point in writing these anymore, it's unlikely that anypony will read them but if you are indeed reading this please listen.

The Rainbow Factory is at the heart of this; my informant has... personal experience with that place and is aware of their ways, they must be stopped no matter the cost. Please, if you have any shred of decency in you, stop them.

It seems that Rainbow Dash leads them. The Element of Loyalty has indeed become the biggest traitor Equestria has ever known, this whole situations seems like a waking nightmare, one of our national heroes is in fact one the worst monsters in our history.

These reports were intended for Princess Luna as you can see from the beginning section; she alone has seen sense enough to invesitgate this madness, how the Rainbow Factory could even have operated for so long was a mystery to me, how could nopony stop this?

Well, I finally got my answer.

They already knew.

For centuries apparently; the Rainbow Factory has been operated with the knowledge of every higher up and national leaders knowledge... for centuries they have operated it, an effort to keep the pegasus people strong and powerful... and to silence anypony who posed a potential problem.

Even Celestia knew... how can they justify this?

It doesn’t matter. If you find this note then it is likely that I have failed in my task, I doubt that things will remain so secretive if I do in fact succeed, and even in such a case my chances of survival are slim.

Rainbow Dash will not have mercy on traitors. She has nothing for those who fail her, Luna only knows what she will do to one who actively double crossed and used her.

But now, it seems all I can do is try.

Princess Luna... I’m sorry. I failed.
Signed
Refracted Prism AKA Soeris.

To My Killer

I think they’ll be coming soon.

They won’t want me to be free anymore. I just made his sacrifice pointless.

I’m sorry. But I couldn’t let them get him.

They can’t do this anymore; no more dead foals, no more hurt, no more rainbows... I just want things back to how they used to be.

When you find this, whoever you are, I hope you will be alright, but you most likely won’t be when Soeris finds you. He got angry even when I told him about you, called me a liar and said I was tricking him; I hope you bring apology muffins for him because I won’t be staying here to bake you any.

Wishing you well.

Ditzy Doo.

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Entry 14

Okay, I’m officially freaked.

That weird pony was sneaking around town today. He looks so weird, he’s got scars all over his flank where his cutie mark should be and he his coat looks wrong, it’s like a wig practically.

He’s scary; the last guy was a freak who creeped everypony out, this guy is just plain scary, he’s stalking around ponies houses, stands in the town square for hours on end just glaring at everypony and then he went to the town hall and came out with a bunch of papers. Why the hay is Mayor Mare giving out Ponyville documents to this guy, he just wandered in!

But it got worse tonight. I was following him back to his carriage that he seems to be sleeping in, and I could hear these weird noises coming from it so I tried to get closer.

And he glared at me.

I don’t mean like he looked through me like ponies always do; he could see me!

No doubt about it and he had this weird look on his face, I thought ponies would be scared of ghosts and he looked like he might laugh about it like somepony told him a joke.

I bolted from him. There is no way I was sticking around that guy any longer than I had to.

This isn’t right and it isn’t fair; why can Rainbow Dash and this creep see me when ponies like Luna, Sweetie and Applebloom can’t, you know, ponies who actually care about me?

I need to stay somewhere else for a while. If this creep can see me I’m not waiting around to find out what else he can do.

Kuleco's Journal 3

Here we are then; the end of this whole disaster.

You know, they really should promote me. What has RD done while I’ve been slaving away at fixing her mess, snuffing out anypony who got too close to the truth, looking after that freak of hers and now having to deal with a little pest she couldn’t kill properly?

She’s done buck all, that’s what. Probably barricaded in her office patting herself on the wings for killing off one little filly that she knew personally, like that’s any great accomplishment, she kills one filly and feels contented, I could kill one filly and think it was a slow start to the day!

But, with that said I have to admit I’m a little curious to see how this will go down; never killed a ghost before.

This tombstone they set up is pathetic, looks like they threw it together from the first boulder they found and just stuck it on a cliff; why they would put a gravestone next to a waterfall when she didn’t die anywhere near it I have no idea but hey, that assumes that anypony in this stupid mud pony town has more brains than what you need to buck someone’s teeth out.

Now all I have to do is remember the instructions; which order was it, pour the stupid filly’s spectra onto the tombstone to summon her then cause her immense agony or pour the spectra to cause immense agony?

Ah well, that little flightless bird will suffer and fade either way, it’s good enough for me.

Where Do We Go From Here?

Today ~~we~~ I met with Soeris and Doctor Chronos on the edge of the once great Everfree Forest to convene on the current state of our once great kingdom.

It appears that we have been living on peace made from slaughter, unbeknownst to us. Oh but I wish that were true but sadly it is not, ponies knew about this, many ponies in fact and they kept it a secret to preserve their sick belief of what is right, even from their own princess!

But alas it seems my worst fears were in fact true; I dismissed them, deluded I was surely by the stress and the worry but as time went on and Soeris continued to tell me of what he found it only became clearer and clearer, and worse by the moment.

Already the gauntlet has been thrown down; these monsters have killed who knows how many fillies and now they seem not content with that alone, they have spread their influence perhaps even to conquer us. Whatever was happening here in Ponyville was connected to those accursed Rainbows, the moment I obliterated them the town began to return to it’s normal self, with no signs remaining of the apathy and aggression Soeris has reported encountering consistently.

Doctor Chronos can at least assure me that Cadence is innocent of this; her signature on the warrant for Soeris’ arrest is not a forgery but the rest of the document has most certainly been tampered with after her signing it. I could not bear the thought of my dear niece involved in something like this.

But still our path is uncertain; what do we do now? We have a prisoner, will Kuleco even talk? What will he know?

Right now I don’t care for that, because for now I need some answers.

It is time for a little chat between sisters.

Author's Note

Regular updates will continue on Saturday.

Goodbye And Good Luck

I heard the rumors coming through the grapevine about this guy; heard that there was barely any pony left under all those mechanical parts, heard about the cruelty he’s capable of that supposedly scares even the higher ups at the Weather Corporation, even heard that he was dead at one point.

Oh Luna how I wish that were true.

I’m sending you this letter Ditzy because you need to understand that this is something you cannot be involved in anymore; you escaped from the Factory as a filly by pure luck, if this stallion is returning then more of his kind can’t be far behind. We stung the bull and now we’re about to get the horn and I can’t ask you and Dinky to risk that.

Go. I don’t care where you have to go or what happens to me, go to Saddle Arabia, Trottingham, Prance, anywhere, just for the love of Celestia get as far away from Ponyville and Cloudsdale as you can. There’s a storm brewing on the horizon Ditzy and if Soeris thinks he’s ended it with catching Kuleco he’s dead wrong... I think Kuleco was just the start.

I’ve told Soeris and Princess Luna what I found out regarding the documents sent to me by the Princess. This isn’t some crime with a hasty cover up, this has gone on longer than any of us have realised, this might have been going on for decades, possibly even centuries.

Soeris is going to take Scootaloo and leave, not sure whether they’ll kill Kuleco or just leave him to rot but that’s not important, what’s important is you getting out of harms way, and away from me while you’re at it. I don’t know if they can trace the Doctor Chronos name back to me but while there is even the slightest chance that they can I’m not willing to risk coming with you in case they come after me.

Please tell Dinky I love her. Please keep her safe and keep being the wonderful mother you are to her.

I love you.

Time Turner.

Clean Up

So good to be back and in charge of my old shift. I knew the company couldn’t keep me away to long. They need me as much as I need to kill them. Miss Dash is having a hard time dealing with killing that foal.

Too bad Atmosphere went and got himself killed and it’s a damn shame it wasn’t me who did it. So I have been sent in to clean up this mess. Kill the leaks… Oh that will be fun.

Been so long since I had live subjects, and then find her pet. That thing is going to be the key to my research and possibly the last piece of the puzzle. Dusty and Clipper insisted on coming with me and why should I deny them the fun. They are my most loyal workers and thus I give them extra privileges for serving my needs.

Listen Elcee if that fool Kuleco finds his way back to the factory I want him detained till I return. Questions must be asked and if he leaked information eliminate him. Now that this is said I will be going dark for the next several hours. This is the only chance I’ll get to clean out my safe house and destroy everything linking it back to us. Everything else will come back with me to the lab. Keep watch over her. I need Miss Dash alive.

Dr. HoofSing

Author's Note

This chapter was written by the Mod of Ask Doctor HoofSing

Dusty and Clipper are owned by Ask Lightning Death and are used with permission.

An Urgent Update

Doctor HoofSing

There has been a change of plans for us, we are needed in a far greater capacity than we had previously anticipated, the issues and lack of communication from the Cloudsdale Rainbow Factory has not in fact been because of poor management surrounding the issues of late.

No. We have in fact been betrayed.

The extent to their research here is impressive and they even may have been able to conduct field tests if my fears are accurate. An experiment of this level can not be conducted by a few rogue pegasi, it must be for the good of the pegasus race, not to fulfill some petty agenda as this appears to have been.

I have found the journals and logs of the late Doctor Atmosphere and they only confirm what we already knew; Spectra is a remarkable and vital element in itself but it appears that it’s own use and our uses for it were not sufficient.

Spectra has always been the result of an ended life. It appears that Atmosphere and Rainbow Dash found a way to change that.

I thought that would catch your interest HoofSing; it appears that even in a place such as this which exists for the elimination of failures and abominations that some of our own have been working against our purpose to produce something that goes against everything the Weather Corporation stands for.

But still… this information could perhaps be useful to you for your own wishes.

Regardless, I have important news. I have located miss Rainbow Dash and suddenly the lack of communication makes sense. I request that once you find Kuleco you capture him and bring him back for questioning.

Miss Dash has chosen the cowards way out.

Professor ElCee.