The Drip Plague (MLP Infection AU)

A Call for Help

Twilight sat at the small desk inside the town hall, her hooves trembling as she finished her final journal entry. The urge to join the flow was undeniable, and yet... a part of her, though faint, still remembered her old self. Her thoughts were clouded with the need to spread the infection, but deep down, she knew she had to leave one final message for the princesses. She couldn't let it end without someone knowing what had happened in Seafall.

Her eyes flickered to Spike, who was sitting nearby, staring blankly at the floor. His once-enthusiastic green eyes were now a dull, ocean-like blue, reflecting the changes that had overtaken him. He was no longer the same dragon that had been her loyal companion. But she still held on to the belief that, just like her, he could remember who he was.

"Spike," she began, her voice distant but determined. "I need you to send this to Princess Celestia and Princess Luna. They need to know about the Drip Plague. They need to know everything." She levitated the journal toward him, the pages glistening in the dim light.

Spike glanced at the journal, his expression hardening. "Twilight, you don't really expect me to help, do you?" His voice was cold, distant, like the others—yet he still carried some vestige of his old self, his loyalty warring with the infection's pull. "You know what we are now, don't you? What's the point?"

Twilight's heart tightened, but she didn't flinch. "Please, Spike. I remember. We remember. You're still Spike. You can still do this. Please, I need you to send this to them. They're our only hope now."

For a long moment, Spike remained silent, staring at the journal. The air between them felt thick with tension. Twilight's horn flickered weakly, but she fought to stay focused.

Finally, Spike sighed and stood up, his wings stretching out with an unnatural calm. "Fine. I'll do it. But you need to understand something, Twilight. This... this infection—it's who we are now. We're not the same anymore." He stepped back, his fiery breath building up in his chest.

Twilight nodded, her eyes softening just slightly. "I know. But... please, Spike. This is the only way."

With a heavy heart, Spike exhaled a torrent of green flame onto the journal. The fire curled around it like a ribbon of magic, and with a flicker of light, the journal vanished in a puff of smoke. The journal had been sent.