28 Pranks Later: Twilight's Transmissions

Transmission 8: The Last Stand

It has been two days since I sent my last transmission. Spike passed in his sleep on day seventeen, after the Joke Cookie Virus epidemic began. He fought for so long, and in the little time he had left, kept my hope for survival alive. As much as I'd like to give him a proper burial, it's suicide to step outside of the castle, so he remains tucked under the sheets, in his bed.

His passing tore me up, and my hope has begun to diminish in these passing days. I'm not sure how much longer I can handle this, hearing those same terrifying roars from Rainbow every night, along with sound of something similar to clanking metal. It terrifies me, knowing those barrings will not last much longer at this rate.

She's angry at me for what I did to her, and she will come for me. My physical strength continues to weaken with each passing day. I can barely handle running at this point, even with the resources provided by Celestia. I've noticed my flesh become more sensitive to touch, along with my once dark purple color diminish to a pale purple. I look like I'm in rigormortous at this point, with my eyes becoming bloodshot and sickly yellow in color. That could be from sleep deprivation as well, which I've noted, but even I can see at this point that I'll soon meet my fate, if the monstrosity I created doesn't end me first.

Spike's dying wish was for me to not give up no matter what, and I intend to keep that promise, which is why I have prepared an emergency bunker that not even Rainbow knew the location of, so I'm hoping that will buy me time. The barrings grow weak with every hit they take from the massive strength of whatever dwells in that cage, and according to my estimation based off of the mass of the impacts and the amount of force the barrings can handle, the cage will be breached two days from now.

My fear continues to grow with each hit, afraid my estimation may be incorrect, but I promised to never give up, until my last breath is emitted from my mouth or muzzle. I've moved necessary resources into the bunker over the past two days, and today is the day that I take refuge in the bunker, using only my magic as a light source. This is my last stand against the odds stacked against me, because once I close the bunker, I've made it impossible to open it from the inside, so only an outside source can open it.

That means I will either die here, or if I manage to outlast the remaining days, be saved by the Canterlot Quarantine Facility agents. How will they know where the bunker is? I sent Celestia a letter, specifying how to find me.

This is it. My final chance.

*Bunker entrance closes*