Lyra's Hospice CYOA

>It's been three months since your duet plan with Octavia fell out
>Bon Bon, fed up with supporting you, left you for Berry Juice
>You simply don't care anymore; you're Lyra!
>You feel great!
>Everyone in town has been really nice to you lately
>You can't seem to find your pills
>The pharmacist always seems to be out of them, too.
>Your lyre always seems to be out of tune, as well.
>Oh well. Today, you got an invitation for a vacation at the Ponyville Hospice!
>A tall man appears next to you.
>He seems nice, you ask him if he'd like to come to the hospice.
>He agrees
>The other ponies don't react much to him and blatantly ignore him
>How rude! They're disrespecting your friend!
>Your room in the hospice is rather small, you only have one bed, too.
>Why would you cry?
>You've got a new friend and a cozy new room with a... painting of a view that looked.... A lot like a window...
>A very nice young mare brings you some food and a cup with a pill in it
>How nice, your perscription!
>You don't remember asking for it either. How considerate of them.
>Your new friend doesn't seem to like this room.
>That reminds you, what was his name again?
>You decide Winston is a good shorthand.
>He's got an English accent, too.
>Winston wants to go for a walk.
>But... The hospice manager said something about saving your strength.
>That's crazy, you feel like a million bits!
>You spring out of bed.
>You decide to freshen up a bit first before you head out.
>You enter the bathroom to get cleaned up
>You don't remember having a roommate.
>Or a twin.
>She seems nice, though!
>You introduce yourself to her.
>She looks a bit grumpy, though.
>She's mumbling under her breath, too.
>She probably didn't sleep, because she was so excited to meet you!
>What's that she said? You can't quite hear her.
>She's a... pleasant individual.
>You brush your teeth and style your mane, too excited to let her bug you.
>Winston stirs, does he have something to say?
>Oh, he'd like to talk to her in private!
>You smile at him, and leave the bathroom.
>You decide to explore while Winston is busy making friends.
>You hear a piercing muffled scream as you leave the room.
>Silly Winston!
>Where do you go?
>You decide it would be rude to leave Winston all by his lonesome
>You walk into the bathroom
>Winston's shirt is all messy and red.
>Your twin mustve been sleepy; she's on the ground, wearing a nurse outfit that's just as red and disheveled as Winston's
>You didn't know Winston was an artist!
>You and Winston head out of the room.
>Hey, here comes one of the doctors from earlier.
>How should you greet him?
>andyouvejustbeensolonelyallthidtimeand...
>and he's so... handsome...
>you should've seen it before...
>The doctor.
>He is the one.
>You gallop towards him, preparing to consummate your love
>He must realize the same thing, he's running at you, too!
>Whoa, he must be ready, he's pinned you to the ground!
>You can't quite seem to reach his...
>you didn't know you would fall in love with a stallion with a syringe fetish
>Anything for your
>The last thing you see before you black out is your true love's face behind a needle with a green liquid inside
>"Not now, Winston, I don't feel so good..."
>Winston doesnt leave you alone.
>"C'mon, please... Stop..."
>"Lyra."
>That familiar voice brings you back to consciousness.
>Bon Bon.
>She sits beside your bed.
>You didn't know Berry was invited too.
>You remind yourself to never come back to this hospice again.
>You try and sit up
>The straps on the operating table dont allow you to.
>Bon Bon simply looks at you, apparently sad and disappointed.
>Like you expected any different.
>You don't even look at Berry.
>You don't need this.
>You're Lyra!
>You cast Zantesuken on the bed straps and teleport home.
>"Lyra."
>These straps are stronger than you thought! You roll again, this time trying Blizzara.
>"Please stop."
>You're Lyra!
>"It wasn't you... It's just... I couldn't keep..."
>You don't need this!
>"Ma'am, the doctor is ready. We need to ask you to go."
>Fira! Winston, care to help? Don't you know Night Slash or... Or Warp...
>"Honey, I'm so, so, sorry..."
>YOU'RE LYRA! YOU DON'T BELONG HERE!
>"Put 'er under, nurse.
>Winston waves goodbye as you fade to black.
>You suddenly jump up, freed from your straps.
>And apparently, the building too...
>You find yourself standing on a stained-glass painting of your face.
>The world is completely empty besides that.
>When suddenly, Winston.
>"Lyra...?"
>What's wrong with Winston?
>"I'm sorry."
>Winston doesn't... cry...
>"We'll be together later. But for now, they will help you.
>Winston's not crying. He's not. He's not. He's not.
>"Farewell."
>Not everyone can just betray you like that!
>Winston grabs the sword and smashes the painting.
>NOT LIKE THIS! NO, GOD, NO!
>You fall.
>And fall.
>Down,
>Deeper.
>And deeper.
>You wake up in your bed.
>You remember everything.
>Lies.
>Focusing the last of your magic onto your arms, you summon two pistols and a skyhook.
>Winston...
>...
>You get out of bed and head for the door.
>For Winston.
>You decide to reconcile with your old love.
>As you walk out of the room, you stash your weapons into your belt.
>Truly, fate is on your side.
>As you leave the room, the doctor nearly crashes into you.
"Ahh... Miss Lyra, is it? I trust we are feeling much better now?"
>You were still groggy when you summoned your weapons.
>You decide you should save the ammo for later.
>You throw on your best grin.
"Yep, I'm feelin great, doc! Thanks for letting me stay here. If you'll excuse me..."
>He blocks your attempt to leave.
"Now, legally I cannot allow you to leave. Ponies that have just undergone surgery aren't even allowed to walk, let alone return home! We'll have to organize paperwork and money and..."
>As he drones on and on, you feel your love for him drain.
>Something smells strange...
>You glance into the bathroom at the dead nurse.
>You realize that they know.
>"I'm sorry, Doctor, I really must be going..."
>He steps towards you, in a very didactic and menacing tone.
"Miss Lyra. Please, get back in. Your... Bed..."
Out of the corner of your eye, you see him reaching for something in his pocket.
>"I'm sorry. I really have to do this. I made... a promise."
>You lunge forward and lock the doctor in the most passionate kiss you have ever had.
>Much better than Bon Bon.
>The doctor stumbles backwards, stunned and stammering.
>In one deft uppercut you equip the skyhook and rip a deep score into him from his member to his snout.
>Blood has formed a deep "V" shape across the room.
>He can't even scream before he falls in two.
>You do a quick once-over of his corpse.
>You find a small bottle, curiously ornamental.
>"Bucking Bronco."
>Feeling nihilistic, you down it in a single gulp.
>Lyra gained a level! Lyra learned Bucking Bronco! MP cost: 30.
>You dip out of your old prison. The hallway diverges in two directions: forward and left. You hear much more chatter coming from the left corridor, but see a bright light from the one you are currently facing, the forward one.

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