Brain Dead

"Hurry up, Scissor, we need to get going before the pie throwing constest," Paper asked me, as I stood up and followed her out the house. "You can't be lying around all day."

"Fine, let's go, but don't blame me if I'm pass out," I told her, she giggled slightly as I fell on my side, pretending to be asleep. I hopped up and walked with her down the street towards the festival. The festival was a little quieter than yesterday, but it wasn't any less crowded. "What's going on?"

"One of the pegasi from Cloudsdale fell from the sky," a pony answered me. I thanked them, and tried to find a better spot to stand and look around. I saw a few doctors standing around the pegasi, who was on the ground blood running from his eyes. I shielded my sisters eyes, but I couldn't pull my gaze away from it. I tried to notice anything strange, but all I saw were bloody patches under their fur.

"Come on, let's go," I told Paper. She practically lead the way through crowd trying to find were she wanted to go next. "Where are we even going?"

"We're going to find something, I don't know yet I haven't gotten to that part yet," I shook my head as I followed my sister. She acted like she knew what she was doing, but she actually had no clue what she was doing. "What if we went and met the owner of Sweet Apple Acres?"

"Why are you asking me, you're gonna go anyway," she nodded to me as we kept walking towards Sweet Apple Acres. We rounded the corner of the giant festoval, and saw the miles long apple orchard. Ponies were lined up, going up and down, the orchard, some testing the apple sweetness, some shooting apples with arrows, some were drinking apple cider, and the rest were sitting in front of Granny Smith learning the entire history of Ponyville.

"Now help me find Applejack, and don't go crazy again," she told me as we looked over the apple orchard.

"Now you know I can't control when I start having panic attacks," I told her. She turned around and hugged me.

"I know, just pulling on your chains," she told me. I rubbed her head, but she pulled away. She ran around a little, looking everywhere for any members of the Apple family. She had been friends with Apple Bloom for a while now. She met her in school, and they became friends quickly. I've met Apple Bloom once or twice, but I've never met any of the rest of the Apple family, besides buying apples from them.

"Paper, wait for me," I called out to her as she rounded a corner out of my sight. I broke into a slight gallop to keep up with her. I rounded the same corner she did and found her talking with Apple Bloom and her other friends. "Oh, hey Apple Bloom!"

"Hey, Scissor, Paper was just telling me what you two were doing, and my sister ain't here right now, she's with everypony else making a giant cake for the the entire town," Apple Bloom told me. "They should be back later, so you can stay here if you want."

"Thanks, I'm just going to rest my eyes for a little, Paper don't run off to far," I told Paper. I leaned against the side of the barn and closed my eyes. "Wake me up when Applejack show's up."

"Doctor, the body is ready for autopsy," the nurse told the doctor. The doctor was inspecting the bloody wounds under the pegasus's fur.

"Wounds seems to originate from a disease of some sort, maybe a flesh eating virus," the doctor whispered under his breath. He mumbled a few other things about blood levels and sources of infection. The nurse finished her paper work, and left the doctor to finish the rest of the autopsy. Out of the doctor's vision, the pegasus's face moved slightly, as something under the skin forced it's way out. The skin ripped open, revealing a small worm, soaked in blood. It crawled along the pegasus, making it's way to it's next host. "Seems like he died from the fall, maybe due to internal bleeding."

The worm crawled slowly up the doctor's lab coat, up towards his face. The worm slithered up the side of the doctor's face. The doctor swatted at his face, missing the worm. The worm reached his eye, and dug in the side of the doctor's eye. The doctor screamed as the worm burrowed into the doctor, until the doctor ran over to the sink, digging into his eye with a scalpel. He stabbed his eye until he managed to spear the worm. He threw the scalpel to the side, as he bandaged his eye.

"Doctor, are you okay," the nurse asked as she ran back into the morgue. He looked at her from the sink, and he screamed in pain as he felt something under his skin move and shift. He glanced back at the dead worm on the end of the scalpel, confused as to why he was still feeling it move. He grabbed another scalpel and started removing pieces of his flesh, each piece revealing a small worm, the size of a pencil tip. All of them were eating away at his flesh, some were laying eggs in his skin. He felt the worms escape onto his fur and dig back into his skin. The sensation was burning.

"Leave, now!" He yelled at the nurse, who closed the morgue room doors, watching from the windows on the doors the scene inside. The doctor's skin was crawling with the little bugs. He finally collapsed as millions of worms burst from his body. The nurse screamed at the sight and ran back to the main area of the hospital.