I had arrived at the doctor's place and I sat at the waiting room, curiously wandering my gaze. I was here to get my eye fixed from playing with Dinky, my young mare. She wanted me to cross my eyes for a laugh and when I did, I had to face a consequence - losing control over an eye.

As I waited patiently for my turn, I looked at ponies who walked passed with happy faces, cured illnesses and some with casts still with a smile. A peculiar sight for a pony in a cast to be fine and dandy but that didn't matter. What mattered at the time was that I was the next patient after that last one passed.

"Mrs. Hooves?" The doctor called out, searching for me with a clipboard in his hoof.

I immediately stood from my stool and raise my hoof. He gestured for me to come in. I had asked his name since I had only met him that one day and he responded with, "Doctor Doctor."

I had blinked a couple of times from his name, confused if his parents hated him or I heard a different pronunciation. But nonetheless, he was a doctor.

While staring at all the medical posters, I laid on the operation-table and awaited for my tasks.

"Please block your non-affected eye and read the letters shown on the wall." He pointed at the poster full of varied sizes of letters whilst still staring at his clipboard.

I covered my left eye and stared at the poster... or what I assumed to be the poster. I had began to say random letters whilst gazing at the 'Shapes Poster'. After I was finished, my doctor had a worried expression on his face. I felt bad afterwards for not completing the test with flying colours.

As I was about to hold my head down, my doctor put a hoof under my chin and encouraged me to do another test. He had me read a simple text on a piece of paper. After the test was complete, I only had five out of twenty-seven correct. With some words, I had only guessed from the difficulty of seeing through a blurry eye. Before, I thought that my right eye was only affected from the little gag with my foal. It was then revealed to me what had happened to cause this.

"Did you run into any dust along the way here? It was scheduled to be a windy day by the pegasi. I'm sure you would have known." My doctor asked with concern.

"Uh," I thought, "Um, yes, I did. But wasn't from the wind - it was from some ponies rushing passed me leaving me in a miniature dust storm. I had used my lazy eye to try and find my way out but I guess my eye became affected once the dust subsided." I explained in embarrassment.

My doctor checked his clipboard one last time until I received my diagnosis.

"I'm sorry but you have a severe case of Damaged Lazy Eye, a rare problem in our society. Luckily, inventors have created this prototype which consists of an eye with magical properties to simulate a proper eyeball." He pulled out the explained object from a drawer next to him.

"Oh, thank you, Doctor!" I exclaimed as he raised a hoof to silence me.

"I just have to do a little operation first before your eye will be the same again." He slid out a table full of doctor utensils.

The pointed tips were as though already puncturing my heart as they threatened me with a sharp glare. My face grew uncomfortable and I had turned my muzzle away from the terrorising tools. It wasn't an impolite swing but a slight turn which had reflected my anxious behaviour.

I knew what had to be done.

"Ok." I replied hesistantly.

"Lay on the table, please, then I will commence the operation." He patted the table softly, luring me gradually.

Finally, I had gained my courage to lay down and breathe steadily. The doctor had taken a needle and pinned it through my skin, letting the liquid seep through which slowly lead me to a comforting rest.

As I had a nap, I felt something soft touch my forelegs but I didn't pay attention to them until they began to shake them, seemingly wanting something. Slowly, I opened up my eyes to reveal my doctor staring into me with a worried expression.

"What's wrong?" I asked, about to rub my eyes.

He ceased one of my hooves before he said, "No, don't touch your affected eye. I need to test you before it is fully functioning."

"Um, okay." I replied, holding my right hoof down while I wiped the other.

For the first test, he had told me to blink with both eyes at the same time and I did so with flying colours. For the second, he asked me to read off of the 'letter chart' and I succeeded once again. Finally, he told me to stare at a light.

I squinted slightly at the bright beam as its power blinded me, causing me to blink a couple of times.

"Huh, never seen that before." He clicked his tongue.

"See what, doctor?" I inquired.

"Your iris doesn't seem to want to co-operate with my light, not a problem but... your eye seems to be drifting off to the side - another affect," He wrote on his clipboard, "Would you like to be a test subject for this eyeball?"

"If it gets my eye fixed, okay." I smiled at him as he comfortably lead me outside.

"And if there is anything weird with your eye, don't hesitate to come back," He patted my shoulder, "You're the mailmare, right?"

I politely nodded as he handed me a letter, "Give it to their child if they're not home."

Along the way to my workplace, I had talked to some of my friends about my eyeball. Some thought it was pretty peculiar but most had told me that it looked fine. I didn't really say much during those conversations - just a smile and nod.

Once I arrived, I unhooked my saddlebag from the door and I laid them down next to my chair. I had taken a look at my 'Incoming Pile' and there was an overflowing mountain of letters from various ponies. I sat on my chair and began to organise them by addresses and ponies' names. In every organised stack, I had wrapped them in a red band to secure them. Before I knew it, I was complete and I carefully stacked them in my saddlebag. I had also pulled out a letter my doctor gave me and it had only showed the names of the recipients - Baron Flight and Belle Flight.

I held it in my hoof as I asked a couple of wandering ponies about these new residents. None had known about their appearance of where they resided in the town, so I decided to tend to other letters that I was familiar with.

I had seventy-seven letters to hand in, not much for me to handle. The Mash residence had three, the Cakes obtained eight, the Apples retrieved twelve and the princess received forty-three. All that was left was for the mayor and one for the Flight residence.

This gave me the idea to ask the mayor about these new ponies.

I had arrived at Mayor Mare's place and I found her deep in her folders, desperate to find something. There were names, folders and papers scattered on the floor as if bandits had ravaged through any loot. I was about to ask what this was all about until the mayor pulled her head out and greeted me with an embarrassed expression.

"I'm sorry for you to see me like this," The mayor apologised, chuckling like a filly, "But here." She held out a document which had the name of Bright Flight.

"Why did you give me this?" I asked, clueless towards this action.

"Lyra Heartstrings came in and asked me to find that pony's name to give it to you. When I saw you nearing the town hall, I, uh, quickened my pace... which is why the place is a mess."

"Oh," I looked around once more at the devastating battleground, "But I didn't come here for this document. I needed to give you a few letters and to ask a question about one."

"Well that's strange. Hand me those letters and we'll talk about the one you've been questioning." She held out her hoof as I searched through my saddlebag.

I handed ten letters to her and I held the mysterious one in my hoof. She placed her letters on her desk and ambled over to me, examining the letter. A simple, white envelope with names of unknown ponies - at least to me it was.

"I'm quite sure these are the parents of Bright Flight, and if I'm correct, their house is near the school, just a few blocks down and there should be a moving-chariot outside." Mayor explained as I took note of their location.

"Thank you, Mayor Mare. I'll head there now." As I was about to exit, she held my shoulder.

"Take this with you," She handed me Bright's documents, "Lyra told me about spies around Ponyville, she says that they're after this document and for you to keep it safe." She whispered cautiously, casually peering around for any eavesdroppers.

"Sure." I shoved the contents inside my saddlebag along with the letter.

I ambled out of the town hall, alert for any 'spies'. I checked my belongings as I scoffed at the idea of 'spies around Ponyville'. With that, I followed the direction of the Flights' house, watching foals from Cheerilee's Schoolhouse bounce down the path. I even saw my bundle of joy hop down with a couple of young fillies.

I took a right at that moment and I saw a few foals down the road, presumably, one of them was Bright Flight. I flipped out the documents, glancing at his image. He had a blue coat, dark brown eyes accompanied with glasses and a forest-and-fern green mane which contrasted with his coat.

Something strange had occurred when I was studying the documents. I heard faint clicking and mechanical sounds around me. I had swung my head behind me and the noises stopped. I stared at the documents again and the sounds came back which sent me paranoid.

I hid the documents back in my saddlebag and I tracked Bright. At the time, he was close to his house as I could see a moving-chariot drop off some boxes. During the walk, I had been cautious about who was around me having remembered the talk about spies.

Fortunately, I heard no sounds nor that anyone was staring at me weirdly. I had arrived at the Flight residence, witnessing Bright all alone, moving boxes in his abode.

"Hello," I politely introduced myself, "I'm Ditzy, the mailmare of Ponyville. You can call me 'Derpy'."

"Oh, hi," He turned towards me in surprise, resting the box on the dirt, "What brings you here?"

I scavenged through my saddlebags and handed the letter to Bright, happily taking it from my hoof.

"Who's it from?" He exclaimed with excitement.

"Doctor." I blankly said.

"Doctor?" He repeated with a confused look, "Doctor who?"

"Um, I don't know. He just said to call him, 'Doctor'."

"Oh, That's odd, isn't it?" Bright looked at me as he tore the letter open, placing the residue on a box.

Out of nowhere, I heard indistinct voices, turning into an argument. I had thought that some ponies had strolled past but no one was in sight. Paranoia took over as the voices never ended. No attention was brought to me until I was actively darting my view from place to place.

"Hey," Bright noticed, "Are you alright? What's happening?"

"So you're not hearing those voices?" I stared at him with a worried look.

He stayed silent, blinking a few times before my 'fixed' eye locked its gaze at him while my other was wandering about, frightening him slightly.

Bright asked in a shaky voice, "Are you sure your doctor's name is 'Doctor'?"

"I'm sure as I could be." I stood proudly.

"What was he, a Pegasus?" He asked as though he had already knew the answer.

I nodded, causing the young colt to create a surprised but shocked look, "Why? Is that bad?"

"Is that bad?" He repeated loudly, "You just had an operation from an infamous serial killer - 'Doc Tore'. We have to remove that eye before he finds out I'm here."

Suddenly, a painful screech emitted through my eye, forcefully shutting down which left me with one eye once again. I had even found a message which seemed highly suspicious.

WARNING: SHUTDOWN

Author's Note

The long awaited chapter of Derpy / Ditzy is now here and I hope I did good. However, I think I failed this story since my skill degraded from the time I took with school in the way. But it's another story, have a read of it and tell me what you think about it.

(I will change most of the things about this story soon. I feel like I really did horrible on this)

-Mr User