I'm Used To It

"Continue", Twilight says into the microphone. She pulls out a folded chair from under the table that the microphone was resting on and unfolds it. She takes a seat.

"Yes, Miss Twilight", you say as you run your fingers down the sheet of old paper. You can almost feel the terror surge through your veins. You have no idea how horrid the next few readings are going to be, but you need the job. For your family.

You gently pick the paper up and reread the last line you read out loud.

I think I finally need Pinkie's help.

You understand what this means, but you have not yet grasped the direness of the situation. You continue reading.

I want you to understand mother, father. What I am doing is all for you. To make you proud. I only want to be satisfactory in your eyes. I will do whatever to earn that satisfaction.

I've rung Pinkie up. She will be arriving soon. I will be keeping a copy of this letter for scientific references, so I will need to write what I have discovered and... done... for safe keeping.

I am done experimenting with Pinkie. Unfortunately, the experiment failed. Pinkie passed- Pi-... Pinkie-

You sit there, unable to read the next word. A force gripped tightly at your heart, squeezing it so hard you felt it would burst not much sooner. Your eyes turn a shade of pink as you squirm uncomfortably on the verge of tears. Twilight sits watching. Still not emotion. However, she still remains silent until tears actually start flowing out of your eyes.

"I wish to discontinue the interview. Please I... ", you sigh heavily.

"Are you sure?", Twilight asks, this time more emotionless than you thought she could've become.

Again there is a still silence that fills the room.

"Oh, sweet Celestia", you say as you rub the sweat off your brow.

"Are you sure?"

Silence.

"I-I... No, I need this, I- I'll continue".

"Continue"

I must describe my methods, otherwise I'll start making the same mistakes again. And I'd rather not.

I subdued her with a special anesthesia given to me by Queen Celestia. What? You thought that everything she did was actually magic? How fatuous. As an apprentice of hers, I've learnt that magic does not exist, and magic is not friendship. Magic is but a slip of the eye, and friendship being a bond between to people. But if friendship is magic, and I've come to the conclusion through science that magic does not exist, then neither would friendship. Friendship is but another 'slip of the eye'. Friendship isn't real. Friendship is something your short existence uses to claim it has a purpose to even exist, when in actuality, the man with the most friends and the man with the least friends end the same way... death. Sure, one will die happier, but does it even matter. Friendship isn't real. It is an illusion.

Where was I? Oh yes, I totally forgot. Sorry, I go all crazy trying to explain my beliefs- correction -facts to people. Anyway, I had come up with some sort of serum which I concluded might give those who absorbed such into their blood; strength, agility, sharpness of mind, e.t.c. It would've worked out perfectly. Or so.. I thought. I tested it on various animals. Rabbits, mice, the occasional bird or two, all showing very good signs reacting to the material. However, I didn't have the material to do a proper blood check on Pinkie as I had been running low on funds after buying the materials I needed for the serum. Once Pinkie was subdued, I placed her on the chair. I tried to make it look as comfortable as possible so that if she awoke in the middle of the session she would not panic. You can't do much, though, to make 'that' chair look... appealing.

I sat her on the chair; shortly after which she awoke, obviously afraid, panicky even. I would have expected so. The anesthesia was powerful, however, and could only be administered once, otherwise it could be fatal. I guess it wouldn't have mattered for her. Pinkie showed an unusual swelling reaction to the first short of anesthesia. I figured it would be safe to continue as she only showed signs of an allergic reaction.

I needed her to fall asleep somehow. All this panicking was not good for the experiment. I couldn't do a proper blood test if she kept fidgeting... I grabbed her arm, attempting as best I could to take some blood. Unfortunately, she managed to grab the syringe somehow and stabbed me straight in the wrist.

You stare at the paper and look up to Twilight to maybe see a hint of emotion. Just... just once. No. No emotion.

That is when you notice that there was a huge splotch of dried blood on the back. It had become apparent that Twilight attempted to apply pressure to her wrist after she was stabbed to stop the blood.

Immediately, you felt your stomach tighten and something surge up your throat. You sit there completely still, afraid that if you move, you'd hurl.

Twilight pulls the mic closer to her face, "Water?".

You nod slightly as you hear the clang, the door creak, and a glass of water being placed in your hands.

You hold the position stressfully for a minute or two as Twilight wait patiently in the next room, watching you. When you finally feel it is safe to move, you take large gulps of water to wash it down.

"Continue?"

Your eyes swell with tears. However, you wipe them away with your sleeve, take another gulp of water, nod your head, and proceed to read.

I didn't know what to do anymore. I needed to do the blood test, I WANTED it to be safe for her. I told myself that my friends were more important for science. For a while, I sat in front of Pinkie, apologizing as she cried, I told her I'd let her go. I can't believe I told her that. I couldn't just abandon all my studies or her. Do you think I should've? It's too late now, anyway. I again tried to hold her hand down and take the blood, but the struggling made it too hard to find a vein. I presented to do something I thought I would never have to do. As I grabbed her arm and she sank her nails into my skin, I-

"Stop", Twilight commanded.

You looked up in horror.

You had already read the next part.

You sobbed silently as you realized you were about to work for this maniac.

Twilight placed a jar on the table she was sitting at. The bone of a finger. You stare at it. Staring. Staring. Until Twilight speaks up.

"It rotted".

You place your fingers on the temples of your head and begin to massage yourself.

"Sweet Celestia, what have I gotten myself into", you whisper.

"Continue".

I cut off her finger.

Suddenly, the surge in your throat returned, this time forcing itself right out. You clenched your fists and placed them to your stomach, as you whispered to yourself, "Sweet Celestia".

"Do you wish to discontinue the inter-"

"WOULD YOU PLEASE STOP SAYING THAT", you shout..

Silence.

"Sorry, Miss Twilight".

"Continue".

You gesture towards yesterday's dinner.

"Don't worry about that, Mr. Neptune".

I used the... finger... to collect blood. The result of the blood test seemed to be compatible with the serum so I decided to administer it.

Apparently Pinkie had a certain 'enzyme' in her blood that would've broken down the serum into, well, let's just say an 'unhealthy material that could be fatal to those with such enzyme'. She died minutes after the administration of the serum. I don't understand how I could have missed it. I should've known once the anesthesia caused the allergic reaction. Then again, I hadn't tried the serum on animals that had that certain enzyme, so how was I supposed to know.

However, you can see this in two ways, negative or positive. I personally, am very positive-

"Heh... not anymore", Twilight said mid-sentence. She didn't even say it in a joking manner. Just her-her- URGH! Her.. unemotional poker face.

You continue.

I personally, am very positive. I created a suitable environment for the enzyme to thrive in. I extracted the enzyme from the body and placed it in the living environment. Once I had made more of the serum, I'd combine it with the enzyme and voila! A poison more powerful than cyanide! Heh....

Proud?

Your Daughter,

Twilight Sparkle.

Again, you rub the temples of your head with your fingers as you try to process what you just read. Are all the telegrams going to be like this?, you think to yourself.

"Next telegram, please", Twilight says.

You hesitate to grab the paper, but you finally muster up the courage and take it.

"Begin".