Room Sixty-Three was in utter chaos at this point. Multiple medical staff were moving about the room, each one moving with a sense of purpose as they attempted to sedate the creature trashing against its binds. Nurse Wormwood worked in tandem with three other nurses, each one pushing their body weight down into the creature as they attempted to keep it still. Even with the combined strength of four earth ponies, it was capable of shifting and thrashing to the point of providing lift for the bed to clear three inches from the floor. The frame of the bed creaked, the metal under stress as the restraints pulled violently against the bars every time the body, that they were attached to, violently shifted. Doctor Anesthesia was working quickly to put together a needle and a concoction to pacify the creature. His magic encompassed a vial and needle, the plunger pulling back as the clear liquid filled the entire needle. He wasn't entirely sure what sort of dosage would be require for the creature. All he was concerned about was keeping it from breaking free and ruining the hospital.

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Twilight was in a mad dash, her hooves carrying her quickly down the tiled hallways of the hospital as she made her way to room sixty-three post-haste. She had a feeling, deep within the pits of her stomach, that the worst could happen. Her manic mind thought of all the possibly bad things that could occur if their 'patient' escaped from the bindings that had been fastened just for it.

What would she do if it broke free?

She had, at first hand, experienced the damage that it was capable of causing. They had taken extra precaution to remove that bell from it's tail but it had proven to be fully capable of fighting without it. Those wings... Those terrifying wings that were so easily able to slice through flesh. Those were enough, in Twilight's mind, to cause enough damage and death. It was possible the most dangerous 'patient' that they had in these halls and the prospect of it escaping and causing death only made Twilight's heart rate sky rocket and her eyes to go wide in fear.

What would Celestia think?

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"WWWWHHHHHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!" Your mind screamed, your body continued to thrash violently against the bindings and the ponies that had arrived and attempted to hold you down. You wanted your mask, no, needed your mask. It, along with your bell, was the only thing that you had to remember of your master. They were yours and these ponies dared to take it away from you? They would feel the might of the First Undead!

Your tail began to swiftly shift, moving left to right in a desperate attempt to ring that familiar piece of metal that allowed you to cast magic as strong as, if not stronger, than magic that Unicorns were capable of using. Your ears perked for that familiar sound, your physical fight stopping as you waited for that familiar rush of magic to move through your body. Your eyes stared at the ceiling as you kept wagging your tail for a minute, the ponies above you staring at you with strange looks upon their face as they tried to comprehend what you were doing. When no sound came your tail your right eyebrow rose in curiosity. Your head strained to lift off of the bed, your tail shifting down between your hind legs as you looked at the end, expecting to see that golden metal. There was nothing and you felt your mind break for a moment.

A high pitched scream that mixed with a gurgling rang out, your body going into overdrive as you really attempted to break free from the 'prison' that these ponies had you in. The bed cleared nearly a foot off of the ground as the metal began to warp at how much strength you were putting into fighting against the binds. The Earth Ponies went into over time, practically standing atop you at this point as you screamed out in anguish and pain. Blood slowly began to pour from the sides of your lips as your dead eyes stared in anger at the nearest pony.

They took both of your precious items, the items that meant the world to you. You would not stand for this, you would break free from these binds and kill everything until you found the two items and then kill some more. They wouldn't be able to handle the amount of killing you were going to do when you broke free. You would make the pony race extinct by the time you were done.

At least, you were. Until you felt a sharp prick on your left hind leg and everything seemed to violently come crashing down. Maybe that was the bed that violently impacted the ground as your struggles became non-existent. Your eyes became heavy, your eyelids slowly closing and it wasn't until then that the ponies crawled away from your slumbering body.

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Twilight finally arrived at the room, her hooves skidding to a stop beneath her as she rounded the doorway and ran into the room. She had expected the room to be in disarray, she had expected a blood bath to await her. She found herself in a room with a mangled bed, the being still bound to it and apparently in a deep sleep at this point. Her eyes looked to the four nurses, each one sweating profusely from trying to hold it down. One of the nurses seemed shaken, her eyes wide as she stared at the creature and tried to catch her breath. Doctor Anesthesia was in a sweat as well, his hoof dabbing a cloth against his forehead as his magic returned the tools that had sedated the creature back to their resting place.

"W-What happened? Is everything alright?!" Twilight asked, her voice slightly loud and hectic as she looked between each pony in a sense of panic. Their responses were a brief nod of four heads, a fifth still staring in a sense of dread and terror at the thing.

"Y-Yes Princess. We were able to sedate the creature. We should be safe now, hopefully." Doctor Anesthesia said, his voice trembling slightly as he slowly made his way past Twilight, bowing to her very briefly as he left the room to cool his nerves. The four nurses left the room as well, two of them seemingly fine while a third carried the four over a shoulder. What ever that nurse had seen, had scared her to the point of making her completely incapable of moving. Twilight merely watched them leave, her eyes turning back to the mangled bed, her form being slowly carried across the floor until she stood by it.

It had done a number to the bed, her hoof running across the twisted metal that had once been a completely functional bed. At this point, it would need to be replaced once she had discussed with the other Princesses on what they would do with this creature. Her hair seemed to slowly return to normal as a sense of calm slowly overtook her. Everything was going to be alright. She could salvage this situation.

"Is everything alright, Twilight?" A motherly voice rang out, the voice coming mere hoofsteps away from the doorway. There was a sense of concern in the voice and Twilight snapped out of her thoughts at this.

"Y-Yes Prince-Celestia." Twilight said, her eyes leaving the from in front of her, both staring patiently at the doorway as an alabaster and then a black figure cleared the corner and entered the room.

"This is what I wanted to show you, Celestia." Twilight said, moving out of the way of the bed a hoof providing a bit of flourish to the reveal as it passed above the form tied to the bed. The being's chest slowly rose and fell, it's eyes sealed shut as it slept through the dosage of drugs that had been applied to it's body. Both of the Princesses moved to the bed side, both looking over the form in front of them. Both sets of eyes seemed to scrutinize the form in front of them until a soft gasp came from the darker colored princess.

"Sister, could this be?" Luna asked, her gaze turning to the older of the two, said older sibling still stared at the mangled bed and the resting form that slept silently underneath the bindings.

"Yes, dear sister, this is certainly what it appears to be." Celestia stated, her voice harsh with a serious overtone that seemed to squeeze the life out of every syllable that left her muzzle.

"W-What is it, Princ-Celestia?" A meek voice squeaked, the smaller of the three Princesses coming to terms with the idea that what she had brought to civilization wasn't entirely safe.

"Well, Twilight, you are staring at the first and last of the Undead."

Author's Note

Short, sweet and to the point. I really should get back into this, cause I feel that my groove has left me in my absence.