My little Derpy 2: Dr. Whooves got in!

The monster towered above us, chirping at a high pitch. One head shot a black skull at us, but we dodges and the skull hit the wall, exploding.

“Whooves,” I said, “do you have a healing potion?”

“Yes,” he replied. “But only one.”

“Better make it count,” I said, and quickly added and lit a fuse to the potion, and threw it at the wither. It immediately exploded on impact, temporarily disabling the monster long enough for me to grab the mallet and break the wither pony’s backbone with a sickening CRRAAACK!

What was it with me and mallets this week?

I needed a powerful unicorn, but Twilight was too embarrassed about when she attacked me, Celestia hated me, for some reason I thaught of Zecora, but I could never find her house. Only one more pony I could think of.

Trixie.

“Keep the wither distracted,” I said to Derpy and Whooves. “I know somepony who can help us.”

I ran to Trixie’s house on the edge of Ponyville and knocked on the door. Trixie opened the door.

“Yes?” she said.

“I need help,” I said, breathless. “There’s a wither pony at Whoove’s Pharmacy--”

Trixie rushed past me.

I expanded my wings and flew to the pharmacy, leaving a streak of  emerald green behind me.

I got there only a few seconds before Trixie.

“You’re fast,” I said.

Trixie chuckled. “That’s what she said.”

I face-hoofed. “Just help me defeat that monster.”

As we raced into the basement, I saw Whooves pinned to the wall by the wither. He waved awkwardly.

I once again grabbed the mallet and swung it at the wither pony, breaking off one of the heads with an ear-splitting shriek and another sickening crack.

I saw Trixie’s horn light, and the wither seized up, then started to twist and crack, until…

POOF!

The monster exploded into ash and dust. I saw a glimmering chunk of quartz, a Celestial Diamond. The rarest of all jewels. I picked it up and gave it to Trixie.

“Here,” I said, “for saving Derpy.

Whooves looked at me.

“…And Dr. Whooves.”

“Thank you,” Trixie said, and left.

I turned to Dr. Whooves. “Don’t EVER try to pull anything like that again!” I screamed at him. “Or I will have Mic and Tombstone banish you to the a lava hole, dig personally for YOU!”

Whooves dropped to the floor and wept.

“I… I’m sorry,” he said. “I never meant to hurt anyone.”

I knelt down to Whooves.

"It's ok," I said, "it's just... I've raised Derpy since she was a little filly. I just can’t stand to not have her in my life.”

We both stood up. I finally was fond of Dr. Whooves.