Epidemic 2

It truly is a relaxing day today, and Twilight could not ask for any more on this fine day. The birds sang their lovely songs, the smell of the freshly water grassed filled the air, and the sight of the laughing children put a smile on Twilights face.

She sits on a park bench and basks in the sunlight, as if the sun were giving a warm hug. Smiling, she watches the children play without a care in the world.

This trip was definitely worth it. She had forgotten all about Celius and Vramix. No signs of plague, no signs of worry, no signs of distress.

It was marvelous.

-Ponyville; Hospital-

“Another one?” Dr. Whooves says as he reads the clipboard in his hooves. It was another case of the mystery eye fatigue. This is the twelfth one today.

“I do apologize, doctor. Sweetie Belle couldn’t control it, and the ophthalmologist was not in today.” Rarity says, still with that worried look on her face.

“It’s alright.” Replies the doctor. “This is just another one of those things we can’t detect.” Dr. Whooves places the clipboard on a desk, and gestures at a poster on the wall. “Okay, Sweetie Belle, what letter is this?”

“Uhm… E.”

“Very good. This one?”

“Z” Sweetie smiles at her confidence.

“Good. How about this one?”

“I”

“And this one?”

“C” Sweetie says, not even having to squint despite how small the letter was.

Dr. Whooves brings up a poster with shapes instead. “What shapes is this?” Points at a shape.

“That’s easy, it’s a square with lines around it!” Sweetie Belle proudly claims. Dr. Whooves nods.

“Well there’s nothing wrong with her eyesight. Much like the other patients, I can’t find the source of the fatigue.”

“Whatever do you mean, doctor?” Rarity asks, visibly worried.

“I mean, it could not exist anywhere. Perhaps it’s a new strain of something.” Dr. Whooves explains.

Rarity’s eyes widen at the thought. “You don’t mean like... “ Rarity looks at Sweetie Belle, then back at the doctor, “... it?”

Dr. Whooves raises an eyebrow. “Like… it?”

“You know…” Rarity’s voice lowers to a whisper. “C-E-L-I-U-S” Dr. Whooves pieces it together and chuckles.

“Of course not! That’s been eradicated years ago! It’s impossible for it to return!” Dr. Whooves laughs as such utter nonsense.

Dr. Whooves remembers Celius very well. During the wrath of the black plague, he was with his family, locked into his house. He and his wife were both sick, but his daughter was not. To keep his daughter safe, he isolated her from the world outside, by locking her in her room, refusing to let her come out. Even if it her for a glass of water.

During that time, he was sent from Canterlot to pick up blood samples from a scientist. He did not return to the laboratory for two reasons. By the time he got to Ponyville, the trains were on lockdown. It was also the precise moment his wife was sick, and he found out.

“Celius is no more, Rarity. It’s fine. It’s nothing like that. What Sweetie Belle has is probably harmless, seeing as it’s only making the filly blink.” Dr. Whooves assures Rarity. “Just bring her here tomorrow and we’ll have her diagnosed thoroughly. I’ll set up the appointment.

Rarity agrees, and a couple papers later, she and Sweetie Belle are out of the hospital. They’re not heading home, however. There going the wrong way.

“Uhm… Rarity? The boutique is that way.” Claims Sweetie Belle as she points in the direction they should be walking in.

“I know where the boutique is Sweetie Belle, but we’re not going to the boutique.” Rarity says flatly. Sweetie is puzzled.

“Where are we going?” Swwetie asks curiously. She looks ahead, trying to find out the answer to her question.

“To the library. I don’t trust that whatever you’re holding is ‘harmless,’” Rarity points out. “Twilight found the answer to Celius, and she can find the answer to this.

-Ponyville; SugarCube Corner-

Our favorite party thrower professional is here at SugarCube Corner doing what she does best, and that is making people smile the best she can. With cupcake comedy to milkshake magic, she truly lives up to her element when serving people there food. The ambiance in the room is quite nice, really.

The smell of bakery good deliciousness fills the air. Along with the sounds of laughter, and cheering. The food looks frosty and creamy. And they taste as well as they look.

Yes. The magnificence of the Corner’s very own Pinkie Pie never fails to amaze ponies.

Asa couple more ponies enter the establishment, Pinkie senses an eerie feeling. She looks at the newcomers, and notices that they are blinking. Not all of them, just two out of the three. Why were their eyes blinking?

Pinkie rushes up to greet them, with a great big smile on her face, and two trays of empty dishes. “Welcome to SugarCube Corner!” Pinkie exclaims. “Table’s two, four, and seven are open! I’d give you a hug, but hooves full!” The newcomers thank Pinkie, and walk to an empty table.

Pinkie then dashes to the kitchen, and throws the plates into the sink. Don’t worry, they’re plastic.

Pinkie then thinks about that feeling she had. She was sure she felt it before. An odd eerie feeling she had. Like something really bad was about to happen. But she’s only felt it once before in her life. She kind of remembers the last time. It was about… four to six years ago.

-Ponyville; Library-

“I’m sorry, but she’s not home right now. I don’t know where she is.” A little purple dragon says at the door. “You can come in and wait for her if you like.” Spike gestures politely inside.

“Why thank you, Spikey Wikey!” Rarity walks in accompanied by her little sister. Spike closes the door as soon as all of them are in the library.

They all sit around, waiting patiently for Twilight. Who we all know is at the park at the current moment. Rarity looks around at all the books stacked on the seemingly endless amount of shelves. Sweetie Belle simply sits on a stool by the door. Spike is doing what we all know Spike is doing; basking in the grace of Rarity’s beauty.

“My my… There sure are a lot of books here. I never realized how many books this place had. Now that I take a closer look, it looks to me like Twilight has a little too much free time.” Rarity points out, amazed by the number of books that could possibly fit into one small library.

She then notices that one particular book sitting out of place. Sitting on the desk by a stool. It’s orange, and not stacked up, unlike the other hundred books. Rarity becomes intrigued, and walks to the mysterious book. Examining it, she realizes the tite. “Vramix”

“Spike, be a dear, and tell me what this book is about, please?” Rarity asks without breaking her stare.

“Well it’s about… Uhm… Well… I don’t know. I don’t think I’ve seen this book before.” Spike says, now looking at the book himself. “Maybe it’s new?”

“Maybe.” Repeats Rarity. Now very curious, she decides to open the book, but before she can.

“Oh… Hello. I didn’t realize I would be having any guests.”

Rarity flinches a bit, and turns to the voice. “Oh dear… You really shouldn’t startle me like that, Twilight.”

“I’m sorry. I was a bit surprised that you were here.” Twilight walks in and closes the door behind her. “What can I help you with?”

Rarity beckons to Sweetie Belle, to which she obeys. “Well, you see darling. Sweetie Belle’s eyes are acting a little odd, and I was hoping maybe you knew what was happening.”

“What’s the matter with her eyes.” Twilights asks. As if on cue, Sweetie Belle begins to rub her eyes.

“They won’t stop blinking!” Sweetie Belle says, irritated. Twilight said nothing, and everything about that book came to her mind. The first symptom kept popping into her head.

“No… It can’t be…” Twilight says fearfully.

“What’s the matter, Twilight?” Asks a now more worried than before Rarity.

“Spike, take a letter immediately!” Twilight says in sheer panic.

“Why? What’s wrong?” Spike asks.

‘I’ll explain in the letter, just write down what I say!” Twilight yells. spike runs to collect a quill and paper. Sweetie Belle begins to panic, and Rarity’s worry becomes anxiety.

Spike returns with a quill and paper at hand, and Twilight explains everything to them.

-Canterlot; Throne room; five minutes later-

Princess Celestia drops the letter she had just received, and begins to breath in order to calm herself.

“Guard!” Celestia calls out.

A royal guard in his golden armor approaches the princess and bows. “Yes your majesty?”

“I need you to go to the main laboratory immediately. I need you to bring me somepony.” Celestia demands.

“Who would you like to see, princess?” The guard asks. Celestia knows very well who can handle this type of situation.

“Bring me Dr. Labor Kittel.”

-Vramix has been spotted-

Cure Progress: 0%

Spotted

Infected: 43

Dead: 0