My little Derpy 2: Dr. Whooves got in!

I was in the hospital, getting the splinters removed from my legs.

They had finished with my left leg, and were starting on my right leg, when I heard a small poof!  and, what do you know, there’s Discord standing over me!

“Uughhh!” I groaned. “What do you want, Discord?”

“Why in such a bad mood, friend?” he used his magic to remove the rest of the splinters from my leg.

“GAAHHH!” I screamed in pain.

“I’m simply trying to help.” he levitated a roll of gauze around my leg and bandaged my wounds.

“Discord-- GAH!-- go away!” I said through gritted teeth.

Discord poofed me outside, into the cold night. I got a strange urge. An urge to… to… howl.

And I did. I howled at the moon for as long as I could. When I finally stopped, I was completely out of breath.

“Let me tell you one thing,” Discord said. “Whooves is at it again.”

“What?” I said.

Discord grinned. “And he’s using your friend, Dinky Doo as a secondary subject.”

Poof!

Discord was gone and I was back in the hospital.

“DOC!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

A doctor stroll in merrily. “What is it, Autora?”

“I need to get out of the hospital,” I said urgently, “now!”

“What?” said the doctor. “You’re no fully healed--”

“To HELL with being healed!” I screamed at the doctor. “My FAMILY  is in danger! At least what family I have left!”

The doctor understood and got my a wheelchair and brought me outside. As soon as he let go, I used my wings to propel me to Whooves Pharmacy. I knew they were in his basement.

I flew down the stairs as fast as possible to see three tubes, Dinky in one of them, Whooves in another, and an empty tube in between. I could see the DNA cells channeling from both tubes to the center one.

I grabbed a mallet and smashed the tubes. I then took a pair of shears and cut the hoses.

Dr. Whooves and Derpy woke up.

“Fool!” said Whooves. “Do you realize what you’ve done?”

Something materialized in the center tube. A pitch black pony with no limbs and three heads. I could see its ribs. The Wither Pony.

“Not before,” I said answering Whooves’ question. “But I do, now.”