Waking up sucks...

It was all she could do not to scream. Sensations came flowing back now that the needles keeping her content had been pulled. Blood ran down her filthy hide in small streaks, matching the dark lines that were already present. It felt like fire was flowing through the young mare's veins, converging at her heart.

She coughed a few times, the pain seriously affecting all of her body functions. She vision went cloudy, before fading to black. Blinking rapidly, her vision slowly came back, blurred by the tears that hard started streaming down her face. The unicorn in the coat... Dr. Standard, she thought she remembered him being called... Slowly chuckled, using magic to hold the spasming test subject. He pulled out new needles, injecting them into the places that the old ones were, before he slowly slid her on to a heavy metal cart.

The cold metal was an obvious shock to the shattered mare, her entire body shuttered as she was slowly lowered down onto it. Her hooves could be heard clicking against the metal, rapidly matching her shivering body, and chattering teeth. He slowly hooked her onto an IV, the cold fluid dripping into her veins at a wretchedly slow pace. Slowly but surely, the cold fluids overtook the blinding pain, cooling her entire body temperature in the process. He simply grinned as she slumped down and stopped moving, her body very much resembling a corpse. If it wasn't for the slight rise and fall of her stomach, he'd have sworn that he had just killed the mare.

The doctor sighed, wheeling the cart past his glorious princess, purposely avoiding her icy gaze. She may have made herself look perfect in the hallucinations and dreams she and her sister fed this wretched excuse for a pony, but he knew far too well, just how cruel she could actually be. He hummed to himself slightly, a tune that carried into the young unicorn's dreams. One that she had heard every day since she was "born", not even realizing the true nature of the tune. It was an equestrian death dirge; Sang for the ponies who were brutally and ruthlessly murdered. He found it fitting; He could at least give her the dirge she rightfully deserved, even if she wasn't dead yet, he didn't expect her to have the strength to carry out much longer...

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"I swear, I just had the craziest dream", Twilight said to herself, unaware of the odd stares she was getting from her friends. "Uhm... Twi? Is errythin' okay? Ahm startin' to get worried with ya noddin' off like that all the time", her friend applejack tried to ask her, only to be met with silence. The lavender unicorn was too busy staring around, seemingly amazed to be in her own home. "When did I get back", she asked, glaring at all of her friends, as if they'd know the answer to her crazy question...

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Her confusing return to her "normal world", was short lived. Snapping back to reality, she felt a very sharp pain in her side. The doctor was looming next to her, a pained expression on his face. She looked down at her side, horrified at what she found. Her cold blood was spilling down onto the table she now found herself on. A large cut had been made across her side, giving the world a full view to her insides. The doctor sighed slightly, his horn glowing a lavender, before she felt her body grow cold. The blood he had spilled was now moving its self into a pan, aided by the magic of the bored looking unicorn. She gasped, her head growing dizzy from lack of blood. As sharply as she had woken up, she fell back to sleep, the last thing to grace her ears was "I'm sorry Twilight... I never meant for this to happen..."