Mechanical Angel

Chapter 04: Twilight gets her box of Cookies.

“So, Twilight. Tell me again what happened one last time. I need a clear picture of the situation so I can at least know what the pro-.”

Twilight got up from lounging on the very comfortable couch, eyeing her so-called “doctor”. “The problem is Dr. Clearhead, is that She is alive and nopony believes me! Help them see as I see!”

“Twilight. You are a mare of science and reason, are you not?” Dr. Clearhead said.

“Well, yes bu-”

“Blunt force trauma to the skull, ventricle ruptures, severe concussion, spinal transection, several spinal fractures. 6 broken ribs, 6 shattered ribs, several perforated organs. severe peritonitis, bruised and dislocated hip bones at a thirty-degree angle, second degree burns all along the epidermal, two injured externals, one dislocated, one snapped…”

As the “doctor” continued to list on and on, and on, and on. All Twilight could do was shake her head as she shook with fury, tears coming to her eyes. It was a lie! All of it! The damned autopsy was a fluke! Ponies faked their deaths to escape their trapped lives!

“Tell me, Princess.” That damned LIAR! had spoken. “How does one pony survive all of those injuries and just… trot away?”

“She is strong. She's a survivor!” Twilight roared, her horn flaring and crackling with magic.

Dr. Clearhead waited patiently with an unwavering expression with a cheery disposition as Twilight threw her tantrum. She may not have been old, but she has definitely seen it all.

She remembered one of her worst patients, one of her first if her memory was to be correct. That colt was an immigrant who moved to Equestria some years ago. He had been through wars, long strings of abuse, had a horribly dysfunctional…. Family. If she could call it that. Although, she did hear from him from time to time. Thankfully, he's much better off now, thanks to her.

Clearhead was distracted from her thoughts as lavender hooves went to try and grab her, she had to spring out of the way and teleport to the other side of the room to avoid confrontation with her patient.

“Na-uh. None of that!” Clearhead said defensively as she brushed herself off. “If you want a war, Sparkle, I can fucking start one!” She growled, levitating a clipboard, flipping to a very particular page as she sent to flying around Twilight’s head for her to see.

“All I have to do is sign a few scrolls to take Spike from your custody, throw you in an asylum with rods through your head. Do you want me to make that a possibility, Princess Sparkle?”

“NO!” Twilight screamed, lunging to grab the clipboard that was sent outside her reach.

“Then sit in that chair and be a good little mare!”

“Fuck you, Clearhead! She is alive, I saw her yesterday evening and there's nothing you can do to convince me otherwise!”

Clearhead scoffed, dropping a newspaper onto Twilight’s lap.

Without a second thought, Twilight grabbed the contraband into her hooves, and what was to her and the girls, illegal.

“Celestia will come after you if she knows you're letting me get this,” Twilight said as her eyes danced over the inky text.

“I am well aware of your ban, Twilight. But this….is a special case.”

Clearhead gave the mare a few minutes to read whatever article caught her fancy.

“Mysterious Foreign object crashed in Ponyville Flower Garden.”

As Twilight’s eyes darted to and fro, drinking in every letter, every punctuation mark for a sign, a glimmer of hope that she could still be alive…

Twilight screamed, launching the newspaper as fast as her magic could send it before the protection spells in the room stopped the projectile from going into the hallway.

There was nothing! All those words, all of that reading, the suspense! For nothing!

Then Twilight began to sob, reaching into her saddlebag for her flask and going in for a sip…. Only to realize she drank it empty earlier that day.

“WHY?” Twilight screamed.

“You need to understand. There is no “secret government”. There are no “alien bunkers” or “crazy scientists doctors” or anything of that. When you're dead, there is NO COMING BACK! She's dead and she'll stay that way.” Clearhead said firmly.

“Bu-” Twilight started

“No,” Clearhead said, slamming a chair on the ground, causing Twilight to flinch.

“You flinched,” Clearhead said plainly.

“I thought you would hit me with that.” Twilight defended.

“If I did, it would hurt. Possibly kill you if it flew fast enough, correct?” Clearhead asked.

Twilight nodded.

“Why fear death, if you can come back?” Clearhead asked.

“You can't come back from the dead. The equine body is far too complex.” Twilight said automatically

“Hmm.” Clearhead droned quietly, waiting for it to kick in.

A howling cry of pain and anguish cut into the air. The alicorn mare at her hooves shook as her thunderous cries echoed. Dr. Clearhead, reached over to hug the alicorn, rubbing her hooves through the other mare’s mane, calming her down.

“She isn't coming back, is she?” Twilight asked.

“I'm afraid not Twilight. Afraid not.”

The sobbing grew into loud cries, snot, and dispensed tissue boxes. For several minutes, neither of them said a thing as Clearhead hugged Twilight tight, comforting the mare.

“Applejack was right,” Twilight stated as Clearhead passed her another box of tissues… and a box of cookies.

“Right about what?” Clearhead asked as Twilight snacked on those sweet, irresistible cookies.

“We were there when it happened.”

Clearhead nodded.

“We were there at her funeral, watched as her casket was lowered into the ground.”

Clearhead nodded again.

“Ponies can't come back from the dead.”

Clearhead shook her head. “No. They cannot.”

“Necromancy,” Twilight said it as she had just discovered some grand theory.

“Her body was already taken apart. She had an autopsy, remember.” Clearhead said factually.

“Dark magic!” She said it with enthusiasm.

“That's still Necromancy, Twilight. We just ruled that out.”

“Repeat to me what you said earlier during our session,” Clearhead instructed.

“She's alive and there's nothing you can do to convince me otherwise?”

“After that.”

“Applejack was right?”

“Before that.”

“You know nothing, Clearhead!”

“That was last week. Try again.”

“You can't come back from the dead. The equine body is far too complex?”

“Yep. That one.” Clearhead said with a nod.

The gears in Twilight's head began to slowly turn as she began to process the information.

I was there when it happened. I attended her funeral, her open casket. I saw her as they sealed up the casket and buried her. Ponies cannot come back from the dead.

“Dr. Clearhead?”

“Yes, Twilight?”

“I- I want to see the site. I-i think I'm ready.”

“You’re far from ready. You have even gone as far as to avoid speaking her name. Say it with me~.”

“Finish that sentence and I will fucking cut the tongue out of your blasphemous mouth. You will not desecrate her memory! You fucking waste of space!”

Dr. Clearhead froze she had to physically stop herself from smacking her patient into next month with the chair behind her.

She silently counted to ten, reminding herself that she loved her job and that she loved her job….and that, she loved her job.

“Then let's go Twilight. For there is no time like the present to go see the remains of the past.” Clearhead said, letting go of the breath she was holding and regaining her composure.

Little did they know, A mare was watching the whole thing, recording the whole conversation through a small device slid under the door.

“Clearhead.” The mare said, and to her surprise, there was no pain that followed suit.

Apparently, that mare was of no importance to her which means less trouble for her needing to go through.

Yet, this mare still needs her questions answered and apparently following this drunken, broken mess of despair and booze as she traveled through the town will not help her search.

If she wanted answers, she'll have to take a more… direct approach and fortunately, she knew just where to start…