The Incomplete Works of Cookie

These ponies keep making me test their medicines. I'm not sure what they do. I'm not sick, am I? I don't know. I played with my pretty pony doll today. She has a white coat, and a black mane, like me. She has a purple dress, which is pretty.

The scientist say I have a condition. They inject their Morpheus into me. I don't like it. I smiled at one of the scientists. She smiled back.

Sometimes, the Morpheus makes me sick. But I get better. Then I play again. Then the scientists give me Morpheus, and I feel sick again. It's just how it works.

I'm sick again. I'm barely able to write this. The scientist I smiled to is recording something. I think she's keeping track of her life with those. Does she talk about me?

I miss my mommy, but it's her fault I'm here. Why Mommy? Why did you let them hurt me? Don't you love me?

I can't play when I'm sick. I think the Morpheus does it to me. I don't like it. It hurts when they inject it. I used to cry, but not anymore. Can some pony please save me?

I'm getting worse. I think I heard the scientist lady say, "Faith probably isn't going to make it." and that scared me. Maybe I'll meat Daddy! I don't know who Daddy is, but I'm sure he loves me.

I'm dead. I died because of their Morpheus. I died because of Mommy! I watch as they go and live their lives, as if I never existed! Except for one. The scientist lady thinks it's wrong to forget me. I like her.

I've found out many things. I have a sister named Zöe. She's going to go on an adventure. Maybe I could help her. I wonder how? She's my sister, and I love her.

Zöe. Find April Ryan. Save her. Save April Ryan.