Something Doesn't Feel Right

by Lyre4Lyra

Rating: teen
Tags: Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Other
Length: 1286

I woke up in a hospital bed without any memory. I don't know how I got here or why I'm here, all I know is that something doesn't feel right.

I woke up in a hospital bed without any memory. I don't know how I got here or why I'm here, all I know is that something doesn't feel right.

A dark fic that formed in my brain. It's in Diary Entry format. Due to a lack of memory, the fic is written with literally basic writing and grammer skills (or as basic as my brain could get, at least).

The pony is a pony from fim, set in 1992, but the iddentity will be set as "other" for the sake of not to spoil the reveal for new readers.

If you think you know who the pony is, put your guess in the comments. I wont say if your right or wrong, but I just like to see people guess. Over time, it will become much more obvious, as I reveal who it's not, and describe who it is more.

Published 2014-09-16 03:30:07 UTC
Last updated 2014-09-16 03:30:07 UTC

September 1, 1992

September 1, 1992. 6:32 AM

I woke up at about 5:23 AM in a hospital bed. I don’t remember much of anything else. It’s currently 6:32, exactly one hour and nine minutes since I woke up. Okay, I can still do simple math. That’s good. since I woke up, no one has come to check the room, even though I pushed the help button. I heard a loud crash earlier, like a metal cart with medical tools had fallen over. I would have gone to check it out, but I heard a strange knawing noise shortly after. I was a little scared. I'm going to write down some of the stuff that happens here, so if I make it, I have documented proof. if I don't, somepony else will. I thought it to be best to leave the room and find help. I opened the door a slight crack to see if anypony was there who could help me. I didn’t see anyone. I began to walk down the hallway until I saw a door slightly open. I went inside to see if anyone was there. No one was. I was beginning to grow worried. I haven’t seen anyone since I woke up, and this is a hospital. Shouldn’t it be busy?

September 1, 1992. 7:48 AM

After what felt like an eternity, I finally saw somepony … but … but they were dead. It was just a rotting corpse by this point. The face was completely unrecognizable, as if somepony had … eaten it. I'm guessing whatever ate it was that knawing I heard earlier.

September 1, 1992. 8:42 AM

My goal is no longer to find someone to help me. My new goal is to get out of this hospital. I’m on the ninth floor, so jumping a window is out of the question. I’m not a pegasus. I think I’m a unicorn, but I don’t remember any spells if I am. I think I saw some stairs earlier. I might try those.

September 1, 1992. 12:03 PM

I retraced my steps until I found the stairs. I didn’t see them the first time though, so I had to go back again. When I took a step, it fell loose. I’m afraid to go further down, in case the whole thing falls. I’ll just have to find another flight.

September 1, 1992. 1:18 PM

I didn’t see another flight of stairs. I saw another body. It was a friend. I know because I remember her face. The stomach was mangled beyond repair this time. I don’t remember her name, which is odd. one would think that one could put a name with a face, even with memory loss. I’ll just have to go to the other flight of stairs.

September 1,1992. 2:07 PM

I went back to the stairs and, remembering what happened the first time, I took a cautious first step. It didn’t fall. I continued down until I got to the bend. The last step fell. I think I twisted my ankle. I got to the bottom of the stairs safely, wincing with every step. I think I’m going to look for a bed and take a nap.

September 1,1992. 3:09 PM

There aren’t any beds on this floor. I’ve seen Frames barricading doors and windows, but no mattresses. I guess I’ll have to sleep on the floor if I really want a nap.

September 1, 1992. 6:16 PM

When I woke up, I looked down the hallway and saw another body that wasn’t there before. I think it was a stallion. His whole body had been burned, like toast. He was sitting in a puddle of blood. It wasn’t his. When a body is burned, the blood evaporates, so it couldn’t have been his. I tried to stand up, but I felt the pain of my ankle almost immediately. I need to find something to help that. I AM in a hospital, after all.

September 1, 1992. 6:34 PM

I found some ace bandages in a room. Hopefully it will help the pain a little. I don’t know much medically, so …

September 1, 1992. 6:43 PM

The pain began to subside, but I haven’t eaten all day. I’m beginning to grow hungry. I … I could always eat the pony down the hall. He is burned, meaning he isn’t raw, meaning he is edible. I don’t think cannibalism would be best right now. I should be worried about fresh water first. Ponies can survive for 4 months without food, but only 1-1 and a 1/2 weeks without water. Shouldn’t there be a bathroom somewhere? I haven’t seen one this whole time. There should be a sink in one. I can get water that way.

September 1, 1992. 6:59 PM

It’s almost seven O’clock. I’m still hungry. I … I Don’t know if I can go much more without food. I have to eat the body.

September 1, 1992. 7:41 PM

I returned to the body, but there wasn’t a body. It was gone now. The blood was gone too. Something is seriously wrong here. I don’t think there any sinks on this floor and none of the water fountains work. I’m going to go down another floor. I think my ankle is capable of going down stairs now. There might be some water there.

September 1, 1992. 8:03 PM

It’s beginning to get late. I can see the lights going down outside. I think I saw someone earlier. Someone … alive. She was … Was … I can’t remember what color she was. Her hair was flat, and … and her tail. God, her tail. It was uh … like a curtain I think. She was crying. I would have asked her for help, but it wouldn’t have ended well I don’t think. There was another body next to her. It was heavily dissected. Yellow, I think. Pink hair. I recognize her. Her name was Shutterfly or something. I Don’t know how long I can go without lights. I may just have to camp in a room til’ morning.

September 1, 1992. 9:09 PM

I remembered a spell. Illuminati. It ignites the casters horn in a light about as strong as the caster speaks the spell. If anyone is here, I don’t want to scare them, so the light will have to be very dim. I think I will go down another floor tomorrow. It’s getting creepy, especially at night.

September 1, 1992. 11:58 PM

I think someone is in the room with me. I can hear someone. I don’t know who they are, and I’m too afraid to find out. It sounds like the pony from earlier. I’m in a corner right now. I don’t know if approaching her is safe or not, considering earlier. I'm going to go to bed when she leaves. It's too dangerous right now. Maybe she's just in need of a friend, but it's too much to risk.
I hope she doesn't find out I'm here.

Author's Note

the " Ponies can survive for 4 months without food, but only 1-1 and a 1/2 weeks without water" part is based off of my knowledge of how long humans can survive without them. If you know for a fact that it is different for eqiunes, please let me know so I can fix it. Thank you.

I also think I began to get sloppy there at the end because I was so close to being done, that I just put something together. If you agree, let me know ao I can fix it. If you don't, let me know so I know I'm critisizing my own work too hard.