28 Pranks Later: Twilight's Transmissions

Transmission 9: The Bunker

Day twenty since first exposure of the Joke Cookie Virus. I'm tired, exhausted, scared, and trapped in my own personal prison, created by myself.
Food supply is running low, and the only thing I hear in this dark prison is the roars of the monstrosity I never intended to create. I can hear the barrings growing weaker with each blow, which has caused my fear and paranoia to escalate in the only safe place left for any living creature left. Of all the things that could've wiped out a fraction of ponykind, I never would have guessed something as harmless as Joke Cookies. A product sold in Joke Shops throughout Equestria to young colts and fillies of all ages.

What could've caused this? What could have been in that batch of Joke Cookies that could slowly kill ponies in a gruesome way? Rainbow never intended this. She just happened to be the unfortunate pony to buy the batch that contained the virus. At this point, it doesn't matter, does it, Twilight? You tried to find an answer,
but failed to find a solution. You created a monster, and slowly but surely, you too are becoming a monster.

Look at yourself. You are as pale as a ghost in your final days of life, if even that much time remains. Your strength weakens. Your hope diminishes. Your sanity fades. Why didn't you just end it all, rather than fighting for a resolution that will never come?! Why are you such an idiot, Twilight?! You had saved Equestria multiple times before, so why couldn't you save Equestria this time!? Idiot! Failure! Worthless scum!

*Slap*

I apologize for my sudden outburst, I suspect it as an effect from the virus, along with my restlessness. I haven't slept since day twelve, and feel like I'm dragging lead. Shall anypony ever hear these recordings, promise me that you'll find what I couldn't. At this point, my hopes of being saved have faded to nothing but pure hopelessness. I'm sorry that I failed, Celestia.

Pinkie. Fluttershy. Rarity. Applejack. Rainbow. Spike. I'm sorry. I failed you all. I couldn't avenge your deaths, and only hope that you can forgive me when I join you in due time. Forgiveness is all I can ask for at this point. I'm too weak to support even a simple light spell anymore, therefore I can't see to eat or drink.
I continue to fight, and I don't know why I do. Anypony would've accepted the inevitable end at this point, but even in the darkest of hours, a small shred of hope remains.

Just stay strong, I keep telling myself. Help is coming, I keep telling myself. I know I'm only lying to myself, but in some way it gives me reason. Reason to fight against the virus that slowly continues to engulf my soul with a force of unbelievable strength. My mind is telling me to give in. To make the pain go away. To escape the misery.

But my will says otherwise. It's a conflict between mind and soul that is taking a toll on me. At the moment, I'm not sure what to choose. All I know, is that time is running out, and eventually I will have to end this conflict.

I must eat now. I'm hungry. This is Princess Twilight Sparkle signing off for now.

ONE DAY LATER

It's now day 21 since first exposure of the Joke Cookie Virus epidemic. I'm on my last resources of food and water. I continue to face that same conflict between my mind and what may remain of my soul. The virus has entered its final stages, and slowly my body is being eaten from the inside. All I taste is blood, and continue to cough up mass amounts of the thick crimson liquid.

My feces which I defecated only a few hours ago is pure red and black. The stench is unbearable in such a small secluded prison like this, but I only have myself to blame for that. The coughing started two hours ago, and has now followed with rapid vomiting. My mouth is most likely crimson in color, and my teeth rotten and deteriorating from the mass amounts of stomach acid being extracted. Celestia knows what else is in the contents of both the feces and vomit, and I'd rather prefer to not know.

Pain is all I feel, similar to something sharp navigating through every vein, artery, nerve, and intestine. I cried at first, but at this point, it has become second nature to me, thus why I've held off on doing another transmission. I hypothesize that it will only continue to worsen from here forward, and I know I'm not wrong this time.

Oh Celes...

*Vomits and coughs*
*Blood splatters against the ground*
*Coughs violently*
*More vomiting*

I-I'm sorry. I can't continue talking right now...

FIVE HOURS LATER

I think it has stopped for now. I'm quivering and shivering as I speak this transmission. I've realized the truth. I'm not going to make it. I'll be lucky to make it another day. As much as I wish I could just kill myself, I can't. It hurts to move at all, and I'm already slowly dying. I had to use my last shred of strength to just hit record, and will use the last bit of space left to say my final words.

My name was Twilight Sparkle. I was the Princess of Friendship. I'm the last survivor of the Joke Cookie Virus epidemic within the town once known as "Ponyville." I tried, but failed. To any pony that finds this and is listening, Rainbow is loose. She escaped two hours ago, and while she hasn't found me yet, she will not stop until she does. Please, kill her as an act of mercy. Don't make her suffer any longer than she already has.

Mom, dad, Cadance, BBBFF, Flurry... Know that I love you all, and I hope that you find safety, before it's too late. I'm sorry it had to end like this, but I never gave up trying to live for you all, in hopes of seeing your faces again. I'm-I'm *sniffs* I'm sorry...

Goodbye...

TRANSMISSION END