The next day—meaning, when I wake up again, I move on, leaving the spot of your consumption.

You walked these passageways, just like me. I can garner that much. Lost. Lost in every sense of the word. Just like me. You had no breathing apparatus—not that one is needed; I don’t need one either, after all. But, I don’t think I’m the best comparison for anything right now. I don’t do things the human way anymore. I do things the ‘me’ way. That means, whatever it takes to survive, and as time goes on, I’m seeing how vague and all-encompassing that statement is.

Breathe carbon-dioxide? Eh, I’m a connoisseur in the matters of chemical dining. Eat raw flesh from the bodies of writhing monsters? Yum, I’m a chef without fire. Turn my hands into claws? Always knew I was special.

Scared?

No, of course not! Why would I ever be scared? I—

Scared.

…

Not—jumbled. Coherent. Speak. You. Now. Speak—I.

Luna—pony. Lunas? No. Lunasworld—Equus. Equestria.

Home.

Human.

Earth—home?

...Yes. I am from Earth. You are from… Equestria. A pony. An alicorn. A… princess.

Sister sent you. Who sent me?

Sister.

What? No, that couldn't be. I had the vial, and I—I don’t know. I was running. They were shooting—the soldiers, obviously. I’m just a scientist, and my job is to run with vials. And away from the things. The bad things, that aren’t so bad anymore, because they can’t hurt me.

Us.

Right… The bad things that can’t hurt us.

Author's Note

I've decided I'm going to just write some of this everyday, and publish what I write. Sometimes, there might be more than one update per day.