My little Derpy 2: Dr. Whooves got in!

Hi. My name is Time Turner Whooves, but most know me as Dr. Whooves. It has been ten years since Autora’s last entry, and he left me this journal after the Cupcake incident with Pinkie Pie. And Derpy was taken by Dash to go to the factory, and basically everypony in town had a mishap, whether it was being taken to the factory, or becoming sick with a dreadful disease that nopony survives. The only ponies in town were a few members of the Dance Party team, Rainbow Dash, Snowdrop, my daughter Ditzy, a mysterious pony name Jeffery Woods, and me.

The Jeffery pony seemed out of place, always hidden in shadow, or seen shaking hoofs with another pony that seemed to vanish when he let go. Snowdrop seemed clueless of where she was, and sometimes went crazy and tried to walk up to Jeffery, only to be held back by Glaze. Snowdrop looked like… what’s her name… Lyra, but she had a lighter coat, and a striped baby-blue and white mane. Of course, her cutie mark was different, but, as I quote my beloved daughter, it’s great to be different.

But, enough with the description, and onto life.

I walked down the streets of Ponyville, greeting Glaze and Snowdrop as I passed them. I saw Jeffery again, and he looked lonely from what I could tell from the shadows, but he was… smiling. Why would he smile when his eyes looked lonely? I approached him nervously.

“H… hi, mister,” I said to the stallion.

“Help me…” he said solemnly. “Help me… I’m lost.”

I gulped. “Show me your face,” I said carefully, and gasped when I saw his face.

“Aren’t I beautiful?” his face was burnt, his eyes wide and unblinking, his smile was not natural, it was bloody, dead. It was cut into his face.

“Uh…” I hesitated.

“Aren’t… I… BEAUTIFUL?” he screamed at me.

After what seemed like forever of no response, he snapped.

“You don’t think I am, do you!?” he reached into his saddlebag and pulled out a knife. One like I’ve never seen before. “Then you should just… go to SLEEP!”

He swiped the blade at my neck. I ran. I ran from the psychopath.

“I WILL find and KILL you! You cannot escape!”