Designation: Notebook
Owner: Twilight Sparkle

Hello, my name is Twilight Sparkle, Element of Magic, personal student of Princess Celestia, and local librarian of Ponyville, Equestria. This is a forward to anypony that comes across this notebook: If found, please return to The Golden Oak Library in Ponyville, rural town south of Equestria’s capitol, Canterlot. I wish that you respect my privacy and to not read any further. Thank you.
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January 5th, Saturday, 1003 A.B. (After Banishment)

Hello, and as stated before, my name is Twilight Sparkle and this is a notebook in which I will document my feelings and occurrences. This will not be a scientific journal, as I already own multiple. Instead, the topic of this notebook is a little more… selective. Quite recently, earlier this week on Tuesday to be exact, I experienced a bizarre hallucination, I suppose. It’s hard to put into words due to the odd nature of the event, though you could describe it as a daydream, except that it was anything but a dream…

The Pegasi had scheduled a cloudless day, and having been cooped up in the library for the past week researching for a presentation on the benefits of hydroelectricity, I decided that enjoying the outdoors and spending time with my friends would be a nice change of pace. After checking and double checking the list I had made for my activities that day, I went off to spend the day with my friends. Sometime later, making my way from Sugarcube Corner whilst munching on a blueberry muffin left over from the “Berry Baking Bonanza” Pinkie and I had, I decided on a quick trot through the park before heading home for the evening.

Making my way along a dirt path I spotted Scootaloo in a cluster of trees, in the midst of performing tricks with her scooter. A tree obscured my visual of her when she jumped over an elevated root. I became worried when I saw the tree shake from an impact, accompanied with a worrying snapping sound. Concerned, I quickly ran over to where she was. The first thing I heard as I reached the cluster was a strange splattering noise. Still concerned for her health, but now also a little curious, I entered the clearing, and what immediately drew my attention was Scootaloo, impaled upon a sharpened tree branch. As I gazed upon the gristly scene any concern I felt for the still alive filly’s wellbeing strangely wane, leaving in its absence a feeling of intrigue, as if I were examining a Pablo Pegusso painting. The branch was a thin, smooth pike, the sharpened end peeking out of her back, at the base of her wings. Her hooves pushed at the branch, trying and failing to find purchase. The young pegasus’ underdeveloped wings were frantically buzzing back and forth, vainly trying to pull her off her deadly perch. Blood dripped from the puncture wound, running down her struggling form in crimson rivulets, reaching the end of her back hooves only to be flung around the clearing by the wildly flailing appendages, revealing the cause of the splattering sounds.

Making my way forward, albeit at a more relaxed pace, I moved over to where she would be able to see me, and sat down. Her breaths came in sudden gasps, no doubt each one being a struggle. Her eyes were wide with terror, frantically scanning the area, until they finally spotted me sitting on the ground a few hoof steps away. Attempting to speak, she only coughed up blood - the branch had probably pierced a lung. She weakly raised a hoof towards me, silently begging me to save her. I, for my part, just sat there, watching the life slowly drain from the filly’s body. Her hoof eventually fell back to her side, either from her realization of how unlikely I rescuing her would be, or her losing the strength to hold it up. Her gasps were smaller and weaker now; she was slowly losing the battle for life. Her wings soon stopped fluttering as well, now only twitching at the sporadic pulse. Still staring at me, her eyes slowly glazed over, her labored breaths becoming more infrequent with each passing, until eventually they stopped altogether. Scootaloo had perished. I sat there, just listening to her still flowing blood drip into the maroon pool below her pierced corpse. I probably would have kept staring for much longer if it not for somepony yelling “MISS TWILIGHT!”

Startled, I reared back, only to end up flat on my back. I laid there, gasping for air, as if I had just sprinted the Running of the Leaves all the way and back. An orange and purple blob loomed into my vision, blinking rapidly, I soon discovered the blob to be Scootaloo’s face, and that it was in close proximity to mine. “Miss Twilight? Are you alright?” she asked, her eyes full of worry, the same eyes I imagined glazing over. 'I am disgusting’ I thought as I choked back the rising bile in my throat. I managed to squeak out a simple “yes.”

“Are you sure?” Scootaloo persisted, “I saw you standing here, not moving or anything else. When I got closer I saw that your eyes were all distant like, not staring at anything at all. I said your name over and over, but you wouldn’t snap out of it!”

Getting up from the ground, I noticed I was still on the dirt path I was enjoying my walk on before my gruesome imaginings.

“Yes, I’m fine Scootaloo. Thank you for worrying about me, I… I was just lost in my thoughts, that’s all.”

“Well, if you say so…” Scootaloo responded, sounding dubious. Her head suddenly whipped to the sky, her tone of voice changing from suspicion to panic, “Nonononono! I stayed out too late! My parents are gonna go insane when I get back! They’ll take away my scooter and ground me for forever!”

Looking up myself, I was shocked to discover that the sun had already fallen below the horizon, the moon already peeking over the horizon. ‘How long was I in that stupor?’ I wondered. Looking back down at the still panicking filly, I held out a hoof to stop her ramblings.

“Scootaloo, it’s fine, I’ll take you home.” I assuaged her, giving the filly a comforting smile “We can tell your parents that you were out practicing with me watching you. How does that sound?”

The change in her demeanor was instantaneous.”Really Miss Twilight? You’d do that?” She looked up to me with her beaming, grateful eyes, and I felt the same disgust in myself return.

“Y-yes. Let’s get a move on shall we? No need to make your parents worry any longer.” I said, starting off toward Ponyville.

We made conversation during our trip through Ponyville, though it was mainly Scootaloo going on about her adventures in the Cutie Mark Crusaders and me nodding and asking the occasional question, my mind being too preoccupied on what had occurred before in the park.

‘What was that?’
‘How did it happen?’
‘What’s wrong with me?’

Thoughts like these galloped through my mind like the racers at the Triple Tiara until I was once again knocked out of my reverie by Scootaloo’s voice.

“Here’s my house! Thanks for taking me home Miss Twilight!”

Smiling down at the young pegasus filly, I responded “It was nothing Scootaloo. I’m happy to help.”

As we went up cobblestone walkway that led to her house, the door swung open, revealing the furious faces of Scootaloo’s parents. They would have immediately started interrogating their daughter on her breaking of curfew had it not been for me stepping in and informing them that Scootaloo had been showing me some tricks with her scooter in the park, and that we had lost track of time. Like their daughter, their expressions instantaneously changed to gratitude, gratitude towards the same pony that imagined the daughter they loved so much dying a brutal death.

They all thanked me, and as Scootaloo was led by her mother to get ready for bed, her father, Eight Cylinder (a frequent visitor to the library, and a personal friend of mine) invited me to have a cup of tea with him and his wife inside their home. I politely declined, saying that it was getting rather late, and that I had to go to sleep early to open up the library tomorrow. We bid each other farewell, and I made my way back home, but instead of going to bed as I had told Eight, upon entering my abode, I plunged headfirst into every book pertaining to hallucinations that the library had in stock. I spent the rest of the night and most of the next day researching for an explanation to whatever had happened to me in the park.

Unfortunately, due to a limited selection, I am unable to find anything to shed light upon my ailment, but tomorrow I will be taking the train to Canterlot, and more importantly, the Royal Canterlot Library. I shall be taking Spike with me, he’s been begging me to take him to see Pony Joe, saying that his doughnuts are the best (not that he’d ever say that to Pinkie’s face).

This is where I’ll be ending today’s journal entry. Spike has already retired for the night, and I shall be joining soon. It’s already late and I have to get up early to catch the train tomorrow. I expect to have found an explanation for my malady by tomorrow night.

Goodnight and signing off,
Twilight Sparkle

Author's Note

'Ey there stranger, what'chu doin' round deez parts?
First off, thanks to any of you people that bothered to read this fuster cluck of a story, I'll try not to buck it up any worse than it already is.
Secondly, if you have any comments or advice after reading this, please feel free to post it below! And even if you didn't read it and just feel like raging/trolling, comeatmebrah.jpg
Thirdly, if anybody would like to be a prereader/editor for me, please message me, I desperately need it.
Once again, thank you for taking the time to read this fic.
Au revoir,
The Fruity Cousin