MCA #7, Early Thursday morning

[locointhecoco]

Pinkie had not slept well. She had not slept well at all. For one thing, there were all those nightmares about horses drowning, and Princess Luna didn't even show up to give her a pep-talk in the middle! Secondly, she kept coughing. She hoped she wasn't coming down with a cold. And then there was the eerie singing. And when she did a 3 AM photo

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[roadmapofpain]

The other ghosts who had stuck around were going around spooking and possessing people.

But that wasn't Dammers' style. He as a federal agent. He protected the people!

But . . . this wasn't a person, was it? This was a pony. A pony who, after hours of observation, Dammers now knew was capable of both speech and dexterity.

And if he had a body, he could warn the people on this island what was happening. He could save everybody. Which was his job, you know. As a federal agent.

"I'm afraid I have to commandeer this pony."

[locointhecoco]

Pinkie didn't hear him. She didn't see him. She might have noticed his presence, but she was a touch, er, distracted. What with the other haunting she was dealing with. The one with the horses.

Maybe she'd sing her new song for her class, today. They'd love that!

[roadmapofpain]

Dammers focused his psychic energy. He had endured so much. Using it to possess this pony was only right. It was just.

He let out a mighty yawp bellow and dove into the pony.

[locointhecoco]

Pinkie twitched. She spasmed. She took on any number of interesting and oddly geometric shapes as her head changed sizes four times.

When she resettled, her hair had gone stick straight, and her ears flopped over.

"If only I still had my badge," s/he muttered. Gummy blinked unevenly at him/her, and s/he glared back. "Don't you judge me, reptile! It's for the good of the human race!" S/he trotted over to the door, then frowned at the knob, then down at his/her hooves. "This . . . may be more difficult than I anticipated."