Leukocyte

by Sharrrrrk

Rating: teen
Tags: Mystery, Horror, Human, Twilight Sparkle, Main 6, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark
Length: 2836

Claire was a nurse working in an asylum, one day she found she's in a strange place and lose some memory. What happend next made her thought she's a psychopath too.

A story about a human who enters Equestria. But this time, our heroin can't remember the information about this pony's country for some reason. And she continues to suffer attack from some unknown monsters. Why would this happen? It seems that there are more mysteries hidden within her.。

Published 2023-04-16 18:50:00 UTC
Last updated 2023-04-20 21:47:23 UTC

2The night in Equestria lasts for eight hours and thirty minutes

I ran aimlessly through this rural town until my adrenaline could no longer support my sick body, and I finally fell to the ground. Hunger, pain, numbness, and various discomforts gradually climbed over my body. Clearly, if I couldn't find food, water, and a place to rest, I would likely die like this. I struggled to sit up again, took out the old book, placed it on the ground, and opened it again. "Could it be that God is real? Is this his reward for me going to worship every Sunday?" Thinking this way, my heart suddenly became a little more spirited. Perhaps everything here is a test from God. As long as I can survive, I can realize my dreams. While I was dreaming of the future, the original first sentence had disappeared, and like last time, the characters began to move again, forming a new sentence: "The night in Equestria lasts for eight hours and thirty minutes. During this period, stay indoors, tighten the doors and windows, and do not open them no matter what happens."

Damn, it's already dusk. How much time would leave for me? One minute? Or two minutes. I shook my head quickly and looked around. Fortunately, there was a building standing on my right side. I gritted my teeth and crawled into the inconspicuous building and tightly closed the door. After completing these tasks, I could finally take a closer look at where I was. Several pigs locked in a fence were arranged in two rows in front of me. The smell emanating from them rushed into my nose, making me want to vomit. But mixed in with this stench was a peculiar smell that awakened the last bit of vitality in my body. I followed that smell and continued along the corridor until I finally found the source of the smell: several neatly stacked bundles of hay. I never would have thought that one day I would want to eat this kind of thing, but now, I couldn't control myself and frantically began to eat them to satisfy my new herbivorous digestive system. If a vegetarian was standing next to me at this moment, he would probably worship me as a god. Anyway, after the big meal, I lay weakly on the remaining hay, quietly waiting for the pain and exhaustion to drain my energy and take me into sweet dreams. In a trance, I seemed to see the book flying in front of me, opening itself, and the characters on it began to change again, eventually forming a new sentence: "Please remain conscious at all times about whether you are in a dream or not. Do not believe any scene in your dreams."

Water drops kept hitting my forehead, and the bleak light penetrated my eyelids. The strong discomfort urged me to raise my arm, no, my forehoof, to cover my eyes. I struggled to stand up, but a strong force pressed down on my neck, constantly pushing my head down. I opened my eyes in panic, trying to see what kind of attack I had suffered. It was a human, a human covered in pale wear, who was using both hands to squeeze my neck, trying to push my head into the bathtub filled with water. Cold water kept pouring on my face from the rusty pipes, making it impossible for me to see her face clearly. Due to the severe reaction caused by water entering my nostrils and the protruding snout of the pony, I bite her arm hard with my teeth. This attack worked, and the pain forced her to let go of me. I took this opportunity to crawl out of the icy bathtub, burst open the wooden door of the bathroom, and run out.

The old lime corridor was illuminated by shimmering pale lights, and I kept running down the corridor. On either side of the corridor were closed hospital rooms. The sound of hard shoe heels hitting the ground kept coming from behind me, crisp and urgent, and getting closer and closer. Finally, my right hind leg lost feeling in an instant, and the momentary loss of balance caused me to roll and fall to the ground, and I could finally see the human’s figure. It was a human dressed in an ultra-short nurse costume, with long legs wrapped in white stockings with holes, and a pair of bright red high-heeled shoes under her feet. Clear blue veins could be seen on her pale arms, and what was even more striking was the huge and bright surgical knife in her hand. The reason my leg lost feeling was that she had precisely cut my artery with that half-person-sized thin blade. What disgusted me the most was her head, which was casually placed under her nurse's cap and was not a human head at all. It was clearly a puppet, or several puppets stitched together, with needle and thread tracks densely covering her face.

In order to hack at me, she leaned forward excessively, causing herself to fall to the ground too. Then she twisted her limbs and began to crawl towards me. I couldn't help but scream and start crawling forward with my two front hooves and my still intact left hind hoof. But this process did not last long, and a powerful force grabbed my tail tightly, pulling me towards her. When I turned back in horror, the huge surgical knife began to fall from the high air like a guillotine. "Aaaaaaaah!" I closed my eyes tightly as if I wanted to seal them completely, waiting for the pain of being split in half to reach my brain. Would I feel pain if I died quickly? I couldn't help but think, but the next moment, the cheerful chirping of a small bird entered my ears, and what came to my body was not a cold surgical knife, but a warm feeling. I opened my eyes slightly and saw the same pigsty around me. The dawn sunlight shone on my body through the transparent glass window on the roof, making me feel a little relaxed. After taking a deep breath for about a minute, I calmed down. I realized that I was lying on the ground in a messier pose than a pig, and my right hind leg was fine except for a slight cramp. I stumbled towards the door, wanting to expose my whole body to the morning sun. I unlatched the door and pushed open the heavy wooden door. What appeared before my eyes was a high-hanging full moon.

Eight hours and thirty minutes, eight hours and thirty minutes, why did that book tell me the night here lasts for eight hours and thirty minutes first? At this moment, I understood that only by counting seconds one by one, until thirty thousand and six hundred seconds, could ensure that the night had really passed, the small bird's chirping and warm sunshine were still things in my dream. It was too late, it was too late! It was water, invisible water in the air that poured into every hole of my body and would no longer let any air enter my body.

"Hey! What's wrong with you, Big Mac, come help me!" This was the last sentence I heard before losing consciousness.

1You can be friends with ponies, but never adventure to be alone with one of them.

“I can guarantee that I have never seen such a pony in Ponyville before, which means another party!”

“Calm down, Pinkie. I think the most important thing right now is to make her wake up, figure out who she is, and why she collapsed at the doorstep of Twilight’s castle.”

At this moment, it seems like the noisy discussion of the little girls is constantly Hitting my eardrums, to be honest, it doesn’t feel good, like when your Upstairs neighbor starts a home renovation project at 8 o’clock sharp on a Sunday morning just as you were hoping to sleep in until noon. I slowly opened My eyes, wanting to see who was so terrible, but what came into my sight was Indeed six colorful faces of ponies. Perhaps noticing my terrified expression, The orange one made a shushing sound to her other companions, then she hugged My neck with her hand and slowly helped me up. Finally, I saw what they looked Like. They were a group of brightly colored equine creatures and the hand that
Supported me wasn’t a real hand, but the front hoof of the orange pony. They Reminded me of an animated show I watched as a little girl on TV, but when I Tried to remember the name of the show, but my memory seemed to be covered by a Thin veil. I felt like I knew the names of these little ponies in front of me, but when I opened my mouth, I realized I had no idea what sounds to make.

“Sweetheart, Are you okay?” The orange one was the first to speak and ask me a question In English. It seemed like I wouldn’t have to be mute in a completely Strange environment.

“Um, I Don’t feel any serious problems, just a bit tired. Can I sleep for a while Longer?”

“Of Course, but you’d better eat something first. I just happened to bring some Apple pie.” Saying that the orange pony placed a big plate of pie in front Of me on a low table, and the sweet aroma seemed to turn into two tangible Currents flowing into my nostrils. At this moment, maybe my organs were Reactivated, and I felt incredibly hungry. Instinct made me forget about Thanking her and I picked up the plate and started to eat. Suddenly, I realized That my body was no longer that blonde, freckled girl. The hands that used to Easily score a 3S rating in an action game were now two black hooves. My
Survival appetite helped me easily overcome the process of becoming familiar With this new body, and with my slightly protruding mouth, I perfectly completed My first meal in this strange place.

“Oh my Goodness, you must have been starving. Don’t worry, you’re safe now.” The Yellow pony couldn’t help but lift a hoof to cover her mouth. I raised my head To look at her, and her eyes had a kind of inexplicable affinity. The sadness,
Pity, tenderness, and other emotions emanating from her were like rays of Light, piercing me until I had to lower my head.

“Who are You? You’re not a pony from Ponyville, right? Where did you come from? What are You doing here?” The blue pony with a rainbow mane next to the yellow one Asked me.

“Mm, Gulp~” After struggling to swallow the last piece of food, I was finally Able to answer her question. “My name is Claire, Claire Petra. Is this Place called Ponyville? Why am I here? Hmm~” I carefully recalled what Happened today. As usual, I got up from the narrow bed before dawn, left the my Apartment in Brooklyn, took the subway to the hospital where I work to take care Of the dirty, stupid psychopath.

“Oh! Rainbow, this poor little girl has just awakened from a near-death state. Please don’t just throw questions at her like that,” a pretty little horse with a purple mane and a slightly dramatic accent rescued me from my thoughts, and then another small purple horse extended a wing from the side of her body and helped me lie down again.

“Well, Miss Petra, you’d better rest now. If there’s anything you need, just ring this Bell, and Spike will come to help you,” she said.

I nodded Gratefully at them and then sank into a deep sleep. When I woke up again, it Was already dusk. I struggled to get up and looked around the empty room. At This moment, an old, dark brown book on the bedside table near me caught my Attention for some reason, and I felt a strange sense of familiarity with it. I put the book on my lap and used all my strength to open it by my new hooves. Suddenly, something beyond my understanding happened. The once-blank book began To display sentences automatically when I opened it. I had heard that writing With lemon juice on a piece of paper would cause the writing to disappear Completely and only reappear when heated. However, the temperature around me
Did not change, and the writing on the book looked like it was written with one Black ink pen. Or maybe it wasn’t a book, but some kind of latest ipad?

Suddenly, a Strange thought occurred to me, and I urgently wanted to prove it. Fortunately, There was a large bookcase in front of me. I randomly picked up a book from the Bookcase and opened it to take a look. The language on it looked very similar To English, but not exactly the same. From the letters that formed the words to The grammar of the sentences, there was some degree of differences from English. However, the characters that appeared in the old book were indeed English.
Could it be that the content in this book was specially tailored for me to Read? With this thought in mind, I looked closely at the sentence that had Already been generated: “You can Be friends with the ponies, but never adventure to be alone with one of them.”

My mind went Blank. I could make friends with the ponies, but I couldn’t be alone with Someone. What did that mean? But before I could continue to think about it, There was a knocking sound that startled me.

“Hey, Are you awake? I brought some tea. Do you want some?” It was the voice of The purple pony. I wanted to go and open the door, but the content of that Sentence made me hesitate about whether I should act like this. There was only
Her voice outside the door. If I opened the door now, would it mean that I Would be alone with her? What would happen after that? But soon, I realized That this hesitation was completely meaningless. They didn’t even lock the door Before leaving. After the knocking sound dissipated, the door handle began to Make a turning sound. The pony with the teacup appeared behind the door.

Fear of the Unknown occupied my mind. I just sat quietly on the bed, watching her step by Step towards me, until the clear sound of a teacup being broken woke me up, and I realized what the consequences of being alone were. The purple pony’s body Split into eight petals like blooming flowers from her mouth, and several Tentacle-like roots grew out of her tail, adhering to the ground. After she Blossomed, sharp thorns were revealed at the center, extending into the endless
Darkness.

I wanted to Scream, but my body had already given all its strength to my four hooves, and I Picked up the old book beside me and bypassed her body to rush out of the door. Following My instincts, I ran towards the left side of the corridor, hoping to escape From there, but the squirming sound, like that of a sea creature, getting Closer and closer behind me told me that she was getting nearer.

I was still Young. One day, I would completely get rid of that group of disgusting psychopaths. I would have my own hospital in New York, and a luxurious house in Los Angeles. I didn’t want to die. I didn’t want to die in the mouth of such a terrifying Monster. At the last moment, the corridor finally reached its end, and a huge Hall appeared below me on my right. Without thinking, I used all my strength to Jump over the railing and landed heavily in the hall, temporarily creating a
Distance between me and the monster.

“Twilight? What are you doing?” A clear voice suddenly sounded, and I looked forward To seeing a small purple creature in front of me. I’m not sure what it was, Maybe a lizard? Or maybe an alligator? But it didn’t matter. I hurriedly turned
My head and looked up at the corridor. The purple pony with wings and a horn Was standing there, instead of a monster.

“Huh? I Don’t know. I can’t remember what just happened. And, Claire, why did you Appear there? Are you okay? Spike, help her up,” the pony named Twilight, Looking confused. The alligator in front of me was about to approach, but I stood up first and grabbed him, asking anxiously, “Where’s the way out? Tell me!” He seemed to be frightened by me, crouched down and protected himself with one claw while pointing the other claw towards a door. I didn’t have the leisure to comfort him and ran towards the door like a buffalo noticing a lion.