Lich Doctor Chapter Two

>You are Anonymous.
>And are about to have a heart attack.
>Or you would be, if you had a heart.
>But that's not the point because there's a screaming pony between your legs.
>Good lord, the set of lungs on this one.
>You begin to pick yourself up off the floor after having stumbled backwards.
>You take stock of your surroundings.
>You're in the Generator room with three screaming poni-HOLD THE FUCKING PHONE.
>Your pony anatomy isn't much of anything, but you're definitely sure their legs don't bend that way.
>Well that explains the screaming.
>Oh, that and you're hideous.
>Then there's the red unicorn.
>....no, that's just hydraulic fluid.
>You look at a Generator close to where she's currently screaming her fool head off and, sure enough, there's a horn shaped hole where the hydraulic radiator is.
>Well, at least that's an easy fix.
>.....You feel like you're forgetting something...
>....
>...
>..
>.
>Oh right.
>BROKEN PONY LEGS.

>You sprint off and yell back at the ponies that you're going to go get your robes, some towels, and a few first aid kits.
>Along the walls of your complex, there are first aid kits spaced evenly every 200 feet or so.
>Snagging a few off the wall as you continue to run, you eventually reach the room you were looking for.
>The Laundry room.
>Grabbing an armful of towels, you look around for a robe.
>You only spot a lab coat.
>Fuck it, you're in a hurry.
>Snatching up the labcoat, you barrel down the corridors back towards the now not screaming ponies.
>It seems the red unicorn has passed out and is lying in the hydraulic fluid.
>The two other ones, an orange pegasus and a yellow normal one, were huddled near another generator, shivering in what you suspect is shock.
>They can wait. You're not sure how toxic hydraulic fluid could be to ponies.
>You begin to reach down to pick up the red unicorn but are stopped by one of the other ponies yelling at you.
>”Leave her alone, you monster!”
>Nevermind, that explains the shivering. They're scared shitless of you.
>Suddenly getting an idea, a really convenient one at that, you move towards the pony pair and prepare a spell.
>You hated using magic, but they'd thank you for this later.
“Sleeeeeeeeeeeeep....”

>Your eyes flash with a warm blue glow and the two ponies go limp as ragdolls, succumbing to a magically enduced sleep.
>As you end the spell, you are eye level with both of the ponies and practically lying on the floor.
>You had forgotten how much taller you were than most anything else alive in this era.
>Hefting yourself off the floor, you walk over to the red unicorn and pick it up again.
>Now there was supposed to be am emergency chemical spill station over here somewhere...
>While looking for it, you begin to wipe down the unicorn with a towel, uncovering that the red unicorn is, in fact, off-white.
>Finding the spill center, you activate the emergency chemical wash and give the unicorn a shower, making sure not to get water in her airways.
>Once all the hydraulic fluid was washed off of the unicorn, you grab a fresh towel and wrap her up in it. It wouldn't do for her to catch cold.
>Now, the next order of business was the normal pony and the pegasus.
>Rifling through the first aid kit, you find some bandages, medical tape, tongue depressors, a few Band-Aids, and some alcohol for sterilization.
>You grab the bandages and medical tape and toss the rest. They're useless.
>You might have been able to use the tongue depressors for a splint if there were enough of them.
>Sadly, there were only four.
>Cheap fucking government contracts.
>You sigh. You knew you had to, but that didn't mean you were going to like it.
>After setting the fillies legs back in place, you begin dismantling one of your feet to use as a splint.

>You are Sweetie Belle.
>And your head feels like it's filled with wool.
>You slowly open your eyes and come to look at a tiled ceiling.
>It doesn't look like any ceiling you've ever seen.
>You squirm around a bit and end up seated on your haunches.
>You take in the sterility of the white walls and the really tall and big beds that are arrayed in the room.
>Scootaloo and Applebloom are lying on one of the massive beds and in between them is what looks like a massive pile of cloth.
>”Ah, you're awake.”
>The cloth mass shifts upwards, nearly doubling it's height. This causes you to withdraw further away from it and bump up against the wall behind you.
>”Please don't be afraid. I mean you no harm young one.”
“Oh yeah? And why should I believe you?!”
>”Because you've been out for about ten minutes. If I wanted to do harm to you, it would have happened already.”
>Well, the cloth monster had you there.
>Wait a sec...

“Are you that bone monster that was yelling earlier?”
>The mass of cloth chuckles, “Why yes, I am indeed. I appologize for startling you. My name is Anonymous for now. What is yours?”
>For now? What does this mean?
“My name is Sweetie Belle. And what do you mean for now? And why are you under all that cloth?”
>”First off I would like to say that you have a very lovely name. To answer your second question, I do not wish to cause you discomfort from my appearance. And to answer your first question, I have a tendency to forget my own name. So, I adopted the name of Anonymous to identify this entity known as Self until Self can find Self's own name. If that makes any sense.”
>So many words...
>Celestia, your head is too fuzzy for this.
>You shake your head to hopefully clear it up a bit, but are greeted with a stabbing pain and let out a yelp.
>”By the way Miss Sweetie Belle, I would recommend you to refrain from doing that. You have a slight concussion. It will go away within a day. The other two will not be so lucky. They have broken a few legs each. I could heal them if you would have me do it.”
>Wait, broken legs?
>That's right!
>Scootaloo and Applebloom broke their legs in the fall!
>Wait, he said he could heal them. That's great!
“Could you heal them for me please? They're my friends.”
>”They're your friends? Oh my, this is interesting news. But enough of that, I shall be right back.”
>A bony hand appears out of the cloth heap and pulls back a hood, revealing a bare skull with those flaming blue eyes you saw before.
>They still unnerve you heavily.
>The bone monster leaves the room, leaving you with an unconscious Scootaloo and Applebloom.

>You are Anonymous.
>And you know you left that blasted dagger around here SOMEwhere.
>You could never find that thing whenever you neede-AHA! There it is!.
>You grab the aged leather sheath of the dagger and pull the weapon free from it's confines.
>The dagger gleams a silvery black, just as you had remembered it.
>You run an old, withered index finger across the blade, feeling the energies crackling from it's edge into the nearly disintegrated flesh of your digit.
>It still functions flawlessly. After all, YOU enchanted it.
>Sheathing the glistening fang, you turn around and make for the Medical wing post haste, walking a bit arrhythmically due to missing a foot.
>Once back in the ward where the three ponies were, you walk up to the orange pegasus and begin removing the splint, tossing aside one of your foot bones.
>This draws the attention of Sweetie Belle.
>”Uhh...Mister Anonymous, where did that bone come from?”
“That would be a few of my metatarsals. They're bones from my left foot. I dismantled my own foot in order to make a splint for these two friends of yours.”
>Sweetie Belle gasps with surprise at this revelation.
>”Wow Mister Anonymous, that's...why would you do that?”
“I suppose I've always been a bleeding heart.”
>”A what?”
“Too kind for my own good.”
>”Oh, well, thank you regardless for helping us.”
“Don't thank me yet. I still have to deal with these two.”
>With that said, you draw the black fang from it's sheath and pressed it into the orange pegasus's tiny leg, and ran the hungry blade's length fully across it.

>You are Sweetie Belle, and you cannot believe what you are seeing.
>The Bone monster has just cut off Scootaloo's leg!
>The bone monster looks at you and cocks his head to the side quizzically.
>”Something the matter?”
“YOU JUST CUT OFF SCOOTALOO'S LEG!”
>”So that's her name. Oh, and I didn't cut off her leg. It's still quite attached.”
>To demonstrate his cruel humor, the bone monster picks up Scootaloo's leg and...Scootaloo...comes with it.
>...what?
>Your mind is full of buck.
>Billions and billions of bucks.
>The confusion must be evident to the bone monster because he looks at you, looks at the dagger, looks at Scootaloo, and starts laughing.
>It sets Scootaloo back down and continues laughing, dropping the dagger and falls down onto the floor, clutching it's sides.
>You are so confused right now.
>“Ooh. Oh my. You. You thought. You thought that I was cutting off her leg? Oh my word no child. Allow me to demonstrate.”
>Picking itself up, the bone monster grabs the dagger and moves over to Applebloom. It picks her up and sets her on your bed.
>The bone monster removes the bandages from Applebloom's legs and throws a few bones on the floor.
>You are too stunned to stop it but too curious to look away.
>It's like watching a train wreck.
>The bone monster makes sure the bone is set, and then presses the blade onto Applebloom's leg and draws it across her flesh.
>You notice that wherever the blade contacts Applebloom's skin, a white energy shoots from the blade into her skin.
>You also notice no blood and the scent of burning hair.
>You gag slightly at the smell, but continue watching out of morbid curiosity.
>A few seconds later, the bone monster is done, and Applebloom's leg is healed with little more than a line of singed hair in her coat.
>You look up into the eye sockets of the bone monster and wait for an answer.
>It seems to sense your unspoken request and presents the blade to you.
>”Observe how the blade has sliced your friend to health.”
> Sensory overload, your brain shuts down.