Day 13

Fluttershy’s lost it. She’s isolated herself in the forest where there’s a variety of little animals. She left a leaf note for us. All it said was I'm gone. Nopony wants to look for her. I understand. She’ll attack the nearest pony. I guess she misses Angel. I would too if I were her. Rarity’s waking up. I have to go. Goodbye, journal.

Day 14

We’ve been here far too long. The rescue plane should have been here by now. I’m scouring the last bits of the plane. Now I’ve found a survival kit for 5 people! I’m dragging it back to my hopefully temporary home. The others see me. They’re cheering like they did with the boar. Oh, that’s right. I haven’t eaten in two days. I better eat something.

Day 15

The survival kit contained 5 thick wooly blankets for each of us. Bundles of plastic-wrapped food lay in a heap in Fluttershy’s old corner. We’re using the syringe on Pinkie Pie and Rarity. Poor Rarity nearly murdered me with her hooves, trying to punch me into the ocean. I knocked her out myself by suffocating her. I hope she’s alright. I’ve just stabbed the syringe into both of them. The rest of the survival kit contained 2 more syringes (lucky us), bandages of all kinds, 2 flashlights, a box of matches, and toothbrushes with toothpaste. I’ll use the toothbrush later. Pinkie’s screaming. She must have been awake when we gave her the vaccination. I’m tending to her now. This journal is distracting.

Day 16

A storm came. Our tiny group had to hold the leaf hut down. Actually, they’re doing that right now. I’m holding down the survival kit. I’ve already stuffed the food packs into it. It won’t stay shut very long. I hope Fluttershy’s still alive. We haven’t found her yet. Perhaps she’s dug herself a hole and is now hiding in it. I need to put this silly journal somewhere safe. Goodbye, future me.

Day 17

Fluttershy’s returned. She’s messy and angry just like she was at the gala. We’ve restrained her. She’s hiding something. We manage to pull her hooves apart. It’s a downright smashed purple scorpion, the one that poisoned my friends. I try to high-hoof Fluttershy. All she does is snarl at me and run off to the hut. Our friendship’s shattering slowly.

Day 18

Dashie’s set up a signal. Using the strange green wood from what we think is a palm tree, she set up a wooden platform underneath my SOS rock signal. I’ve lit it on fire. Ow, I’ve burned my hoof! Black smoke’s drifting into the air. Fluttershy’s gotten out. Oh yeah. We need to restrain her with the ropes we found in the survival kit. Turns out that there was another part of the kit we didn’t look at. Ok, I have to tie her down to her mat now. I’ll be back tomorrow.

Day 19

The signal’s still burning bright. Dashie’s been feeding and helping Fluttershy. I’m helping Rarity make a stuffed toy of Angel. At least she’s regained her sanity.

Day 20

The signal’s dimming. I’ve set it on fire again but that only increases a bit of the smoke. Oh yeah. Ditzy. I nearly forgot about her. I’m digging up her grave right now. We need another pony with us. I’ll go help Rarity sew more of the white blanket fabric into the Angel doll. I pretend that Ditzy wants to help. It cheers me up a bit. Nopony will think I’m sane in a few days…

Day...21

How long have we been here, a few weeks? Rarity’s finished the Angel replica and has given it to Fluttershy. Fluttershy loved it and apologized. I untied her today. Ditzy’s body is still heavy from being waterlogged. I’ll pour her out. Maybe I’ll stuff her so she won’t rot. But she’s not a hunting prize. Still, I’m going to stuff her. I’m slicing a line down her chest and stomach now. Her organs are rotting and her bones are losing their durability. I sigh and get to work.

Day 22

Twilight’s remembered Spike. Pinkie’s remembered Gummy. Rarity’s remembered Opal and Sweetie Belle. And I’ve remembered Applebloom. I’m sorry. A teardrop splatted onto the side of the page. Poor Twilight now’s forgetting everything else around her and just sits on her mat sniffling sometimes.  I do that sometimes too, sit with her and try and get over it. I’m eating a packet of salted peanuts and apple slices. Rainbow Dash is scouting the island. Fluttershy’s with her now. They’ve come back. Already? It turns out the island is only two and a half miles long and a mile wide. I’m still stuffing Ditzy. I wonder if this makes me a mad freak.

Day 23

A plane’s spotted the smoke! They’re diving down to get us! I squeal with joy. But then I realize…

They’re not coming for us.

They’re crashing on us.

I hide in the hut.