Blessings Of Misery

Twilight Sparkle is greeted by the cold porcelain of her kitchen sink; and she greets it back. Namely, by vomiting violently into it. How did this happen? How could I kill Pinkie Pie? She asks herself the same two questions, over and over, untill the voice sounds again. "Having fun, Twilight?" Weakly rasing her head from the sink, fury fills her mind. "What do you want? Leave me alone!" The voice laughs, seemingly more at her than what she said. "I wish I could; but, my dear, I have something to tell you. I killed your dear friend Pinkamena Diane Pie."

Twilight's eyes go wide with terror. The thing in her head killed Pinkie; and it seemed amused with it. The terror soon gives way to anger; and Twilight summons her strength, rasing from the sink to her feet. "How could you do this to me? HOW COULD YOU KILL HER?!" The voice, for the first time, seems mildly concerned. "The pink one was on to me. She tried to take me out of you, but I couldn't let her do that. So, when she reached over to hug you, I hit her over the head with a chair." Twilight sins to the floor, sobbing in confusion and anger; mostly, she did not understand what was happening. Her best friend is dead, and the thing in her head killed her. But Twilight's friends didn't see that. They saw Twilight pick up the chair, Twilight bash Pinkie's skull in, Twilight think it never happened. Tears well back into her eyes; and the unicorn begins to cry again. "Pull yourself together. There is no use crying for something that already happened." This time, Twilight couldn't tell if it was herself that had said it.

"You know, that tan earth pony seems to have strong feelings for you." Twilight shakes her head violently; trying desperately to get the voice to quiet down. "How in the nine hells would you know that? It's not like she said anything!" The lavender unicorn barely even whispers, only talking to know the difference between the voices. "I can feel other living things emotions when I am near them. How do you think I knew what Pinkamena was trying to do?" Without an answer; Twilight Sparkle remembers where she was going. To the only person that knew about inner voices like this one. "There is a 76.5% chance that they will commit you if you mention my being here." That is one thing that she could not get over; how analytical that this voice could be. And she knew that it was right, too. They would probably think that she was crazy, and lock her up in an institution. "If you know that your chances aren't even good at telling them and having them believe you; why would you persist and risk your life?" Twilight considers this for a second, and sighs. "It's the only chance I have."

The doctor's office is a disheartening, sterile white. Everything in the room is shades of black and grey, with barely any other colors visible. The doctor himself is strangely monotonous; even his way of sitting is bland. The only thing of color is the doctor's green eyes, which seem to pulsate with a strange energy. Of course, thought Twilight. Keep the patient from all other possible distractions, while making them think of nothing asides the problem. How sickly methodic. The doctor sees Twilight, and sets the papers he had held on the desk before him. "Good afternoon, Ms. Sparkle. I would like you to take a seat." Twilight feels something wrong about this stallion; and takes a small step back wards. "No thanks, I would rather sta.." The doctor cuts her off. "Take a seat." He gestures to the cushioned seat, and Twilight sighs.

"Now, I heard the phone call that you gave us." The doctor glares at Twilight; and she glares back. Not out of anger, but out of pure fear. "If I back down, this guy is going to walk all over you. Stare him down." This is the first useful thing that the voice has said, and Twilight takes the advice. The stallion taps his desk impatiently, and slides some papers to Twilight. "I am going to need you to... sign these papers, before we can talk." He notices that Twilight hasn't moved since his saying this; and taps the desk again, adding his last piece. "They are for confidentiality. You know, I don.." Twilight is the one to cut off this time, and she slams her hoof against the metal desk. "I know what confidentiality means! I don't want to sign these damn papers! I just want to know what is wrong with me!" The grey doctor just looks back at her, with sick amusement playing at the corners of his eyes. He readjusts the various things that sit on his desk, and puts the sprawled papers back into their manilla folder. Twilight angrily rises from the seat, and heads for the door. The doctor turns his eyes without turning his head, and acknowledges the departing mare. "Where do you think your going?" Twilight already has the door open, and is outside the office. "I'm going home. And never coming back again. I'll probably find out more on my own." The man just snickers. "Suit youself."

"I told you it was a bad idea! Why did you ignore me?" The voice hasnt quieted since Twilight left the office building, and she was about fed up with it. "Would you just shut up! I have enough problems to deal with without your constant analysis!" The voice is quiet for a while; and Twilight sighs. This is how it has gone for days, and how it probably will forever. "I'm sorry." The words enter her mind, and Twilight jumps up. The parasitic thing had just apologized; Out of no where. "What was that?" Twilight's shock almost doubles at the things response. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. Is there anything I can do to help you feel better?" Twilight smiles, but only for a second. Her face drops, and tears come to her eyes. "Know how you can help? DON'T KILL MY FRIENDS!"

Twilight Sparkle walks out the door again, thinking about what the thing had said before; about how Applejack felt for her. The thought that someone cared that deeply for her burned in her chest like a scorching pin; and that Applejack didn't know about the voice hurt her even more. How was she going to tell her that it wasnt all Twilight up there? "I suggest that if you plan on telling the earth pony, do so soon. The longer you wait; the less likely she is to believe you." Twilight considers this, weighing the options she truly had. Yes, she could tell Applejack. She could break the silence and finally get this weight off her chest. But would the simple mare take it that well. And hell, would she even believe her at all? There was truly only one way to find out.

"Thanks for coming over, Applejack. I havent been outside much, and I'm kinda.. well... Bored." The tan pony walks through the door, and the first thing she notices is Twilight's mane. Instead of the usual straight-edge, cleanly defined cut that was the norm; a ragged, hack-cut style, alike Rainbow Dash's drapes loosely on her head. In fact, the personality of the lavender mare is all wrong. Her obsessive nature is replaced by one of terrifying familiarity; one that seemed all to close. "Sure thin', Sugarcube. Hey, 'y'all got a bathroom 'round here?" Twilight seems relieved at the informality of the meeting, and gestures to the bathroom. "I have something to talk to you about, but It can wait. I'll be in my room if you need me."

Twilight Sparkle stands against her bed, gripping her loose mane tightly in the clefts of her hooves. How was she going to tell Applejack? How was she going to break it to her? Her thoughts are interrupted by the voice again; and it sounds mildly distressed. "I am terribly sorry to interrupt you from your vigorous pondering, but it seems as if we are not all alone." Twilight turns to the left; feeling a slight breeze, and is greeted by a cold hoof on her shoulder. The lavender mare stops dead in her movements, and shudders at the voice she hears. "Having fun are we, Ms. Sparkle?" It was Dr. Brownstone; the psychologist that had so profusely terrified her. She feels her blood turn to ice as a chilled breath moves down her mane. "Did you really think that I would let you go that easy? Do you figure me for some kind of imbicle?" A distressed moan issues from Twilight's lips, and then turns into a full on scream. "APPLEJA-" The wind leaves her lungs violently as a hoof hits her back; leveling her to the ground. That same hoof comes down on her again, this time holding her fast to the ground. The doctor speaks again, and this time, the voice seems much, much more stressed. His breath comes out in strangely chilled rasps; and a hoof slides gingerly toward her flank. "wouldn't it be much more kind of you to give a kind greetings to a friend?"

Applejack hears the distressed and chopped cry from Twilight's room, and though she couldn't really understand what had been said, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Sure, the mare's physique was different from the norm, but that wasnt what perturbed the earth pony. It was the way that Twilight was carrying herself; seeming to hide something from her. And, thought Applejack, this might be something serious; she did kill Pinkie Pie. Tears come to Applejack's eyes at the memory of her bouncy, pink friend, and with those tears she storms into Twilight's room. She was going to tell Twilight what she felt, and she sure as hell wasnt going to be ignored.

Applejack bursts into the empty room, empty asides a lavender unicorn and a grey Pegasus. The sight doesn't come to the earth pony at once, and she tries to piece together what was going on. Twilight lay, pressed against her bed, with a dead-looking Pegasus pinning her under his weight. "What in th' blue hell is goin' on here?" The words come to Applejack's mouth before she can realise what she had just said; and Twilight turns to her. "APPLEJACK!" The earth pony, still not fully grasping what was going on; sees that she has the Pegasus's attention now. He speaks in an almost unearthly rasp that sends tendrils of hatred down Applejack's spine. "Can you just leave us alone? I'm just getting to the good part!" That statement, piled up on the sight that is before, pushes Applejack over the edge. She rushes at him, and slams her hoof into his temple. The smaller Pegasus is easily shaken off Twilight, and Applejack doesn't give him even a second to get up. She bites him hard on the ear; and thrashes at his face. Blood and saliva mix with the frenzied cries of a broken Applejack, An agony-filled Pegasus stallion, and the distressed voice of Twilight Sparkle. Applejack releases her grip on the stallion, and wipes her mouth of his blood. The Pegasus runs; rather clumsily, to the window he had entered, and looks back at Applejack. With a blood-covered face, he sputters angrily. "D-Don't ever show y-your face to m-me again!" The earth pony, still in a frenzy of rage; growls low. "Get the fuck out of my friend's house!"