Creepypasta Collection Book 3

My Little Amnesia

(For your enjoyment, I have redacted some scenes in this story. Since they get really smutty, and I don't want to turn this collection into for mature audiences.)

What would ponies say

if they could have genetic perfection?

If they'd been told they had been born

Designer-fashion-quality hearts

beating with common blood?

"No finances required,"

the scientist says

At the sight of their pocketbook...

"You deserve to be cured

of what makes you impure."

"With the right tool in hand

and in hoof

Let's take a peek inside

And see what we can do

To make you NEW..."

Chapter 1: That Thing in the Water

Twilight Sparkle was a normal pony, though of high-ranking, what with being the Princesses' student and all.

So when she woke up in the morning, she was quite sure it was morning, her internal sense of time was tightly wound and spon on, and as it was as dark as evening, she was a little confused.

Twilight felt something under her covers, and looked in them to see a glass vial on her mattress, with light blue liquid dripping from its tip. Twilight put her hoof on her chin in thought, discovering, to her dismay, that the same liquid was on her cheek.

"Is there some holiday I don't know about going on? With longer nights and whatever this liquid is?...Did Princess Luna turn evil and back into Nightmare Moon again? Spike, get up, something weird is going on...Spike?"

Writhing out from the snare of her covers, Twilight sat up right to see her pet baby dragon, and assistant, was gone without a trace. No Spike sleeping in late inside the comfort of his basket, there wasn't even a basket!

Oh no...what if somepony had kidnapped him?! What if they had taken him away, and started doing horrible things to him?!

"SPIKE!" Twilight shouted. The drawers and other bedroom items around her room rattled, as though disturbed by her volume.

Twilight, disturbed herself, made her way out of her bedroom, and tried to get to the library's primary entrance.

The entire building was dim and half lit in a weak, pitiful lighting, as though all light sources had lost the will to live, but couldn't bring themselves to snuff out completely.

Twilight was unnerved. That wasn't rational. This was her home, her library! Books adorned the shelves, walls, and the shelves on the walls. Books were Twilight's favorite thing in the world. As long as they were there to comfort her, she could keep a clear he-