"Okay... okay good. Wait… scratch that, that's not good... and perfect!" Said Alex as he held the small vile of golden liquid.

"Okay now that I've got my secret stash of apple juice sorted out, it's time to go check on the blood tests."

He turned from his small pocket of inner-space, closed it and went back to the counter.

He stared at the small veils of red liquid mixing within before looking at the screen connecting to the separator.

"What the..." He looked up confused before looking back down. "Well I'll be damned."

Titan Station.

"What am I?" Sweetiebelle looked at her hooves, her eyes still watery.

Isaac put a hand on her shoulder and smiled gently at her.

"Your Sweetiebelle. Nothing more, nothing less. Now if you cheer up I'll see if we can get us something to drink. That reminds me," he turned to the other two. "When was the last time any of us had anything to drink?"

They shrugged before scooting over to Sweetiebelle.

"If it makes you feel any better, I'm here if you want to talk about it?" Scootaloo said. "I can relate."

"Me too. Ah mean look at me. Ah'm nearly unstoppable when I get mad, and that's just for yall." Applebloom gave her a reassuring smile. "Even Isaac. Since he's crazy and all."

"Hey! Were all crazy. And were going to be crazy together, until the end."

She looked up and smiled slightly.

"Until the end." Sweetiebelle said.

A small cloud of black smoke appeared and landed at Isaac's feet. He picked it up and began to read.

"Dear Sweetiebelle and friends, it seems the test conducted on Sweetiebelle's blood have, unfortunately confirmed the existence of the necromorphic plague. Strangely it seems to have molded onto her own cells and created something similar to a necromorph called the Hunter, me and Isaac had fought before. It had a heightened sense of sight, hearing and touch while it was also able to regenerate limbs including a head. It was nearly unstoppable until it was burned down to the core. Alex." He looked down at the crusaders.

All of their mouths were open; Swetiebelle's left eye was twitching.

"I guess that explains the new head. I wonder what else you can do now?" Isaac pondered.

"I... I'm just tired." sweetiebelle said. "I'm tired of all of this." She hugged her friends closer.

"Trust me, with you three this has been a cake walk." Isaac said. "Hell, if it weren't for you three I would have been dead already."

"I mean, look at you three. We have the demonic spawn of the supernatural, the badass farmer and our own little angel."

"I'm no angel, I’m a monster." Sweetiebelle looked down.

"No!" He snapped making them all look at him in fright. "I don't ever want to hear you say that! You are not a monster! You are a kind, caring and loving pony! Now if I hear that one more time I'll duct tape your mouth shut."

"T-Thanks Isaac. That helped, really it did." Sweetibelle said letting her helmet fold up.

The elevator stopped and the doors opened.

They looked out and saw more steam rising from large pipes at the sides and a nearly bottomless drop. They proceeded through the door in the front; Sweetiebelle had her head high in joy. She still knew her friends wanted her.

When they entered, as soon as they stepped on the end of the ramp they all grabbed their heads as Nicole caused images to appear.

"Dammit, that's still annoying." Isaac grunted. "And slightly stinging."

"Forget her, she's just a murderous hallucination made from your mind." Sweetieblle said.

He rolled his eyes under his helmet as they went through the door to the left.

And into a dark room with furniture upturned, bodies lying on the floor and just a light flickering.

"Watch the floors; we don't want a necromorph jumping us when we can't see." Isaac whispered taking out his Plasma cutter.

They silently stepped through the debris, both of the bodies they passed they stared at intently before seeing they were dead.

"Operation control room. Huh, ah wonder what it controls?" Applebloom though as she entered the small room.

It had a small holo-table projecting the Sprawl, a window leading to numerous machines designed to run ventilation, waste disposal, communication and shipping docks.

Two Infector's came from the other side of the glass and started to turn two bodies into necromorph's, which after transformation, wandered off.

Ponyville.

"Is there going to be anything different about her?" Rarity asked. "Look wise or emotionally?"

Alex sighed before answering again. "No, her blood cells and the virus were molded perfectly together. The only mutation should be the mass regeneration and heightened senses. Now could you be quiet and watch as our friends kill necromorph’s?"

"In any other time I would say that is simply barbaric, but, that is barbaric even if it's to watch my little Sweetiebelle."

"Hey Alex. Bout’ Applebloom," Applejack started rubbing the back of her neck nervously. "She's not gounna, well y'know... be like ya when she gets angry?"

"Why? Are you worried?" He asked with an edge in his voice.

"Well a'course I am! She's ma'h little sister!"

"I'll have you know what she has is more of a gift. And she only does that when her friends are in danger. Hell, I’m surprised she managed to control it. I still haven't gotten mine even close to stable." He laughed.

"Ah've seen what you can do, and it ain't pretty." She narrowed her eyes. "What's so good bout' being able to kill something like that?"

"I don't always kill something whenever I snap! And in her situation she has no choice!" He said back, voice rising slightly.

"Honey calm down, you get mad when you’re stressed." Ceestia said putting a hoof on his shoulder. "Look, there alright. And we should send a drink for them, they deserve it."

"Yeah, sorry Applejack. Rarity asking me again and again if her sister is going to change, you yelling and the whole multidimensional travel has got me a bit stressed out."

"T'aint a problem. I'd be hittin' anypony in ma'h way if I were you." She waved him off.

"If you were me, you'd probably leave a hoof sized hole in their head if you did that." He laughed until realizing no one else was. "Well it's true and funny in my defense." He pouted.

Titan Station.

"That wasn't so bad." Isaac said kicking a necromorph corpse.

"Wasn't bad?" Applebloom panted. "Wasn't bad!? Ah nearly lost ma'h head twice!"

"And you’re still alive, therefore it wasn't that bad." He shrugged at her red face showing clearly through her coat.

He stepped over the Impregnator corpse in the hallway and proceeded through the doorway.

They stepped into the main control room, a large screen ahead showing static before Nicole's black, pitless eyes started to show.

"The cracks are showing, Isaac, and the memories are seeping in. And when they do, I'll be waiting for you."

Everything appeared normal again, the group swiftly rushed through the door, around the corner and into the walkway hanging above more steam and flashing lights.

"Alright, we should be directly at the transport hub now. It should be just beyond this door." Isaac said opening said door.

The room was large, had large glass windows, bodies lying around, and blood dripping off the walls making puddles.

"Isaac, over here!" Ellie called out from behind the glass. "The door is jammed. This must have been a last stand for whoever was left down here."

"Can you get the door open on your end?" He asked.

"No the circuits are fried. They must have fused the panel trying to keep those things out."

"There has to be another way in." Scootaloo said. "What if I tear open the door?"

"No! You might cause a decompression, killing us all while at the same time sucking everything in there, in here. So no door tearing. The transport hub has a lower compression than the one were in."

She frowned but still kept her tentacles out.

"The only way around is through the Processing Plant, but it’s not meant for human traffic. I think I can stop it from here now."

"Is it safe for pony traffic then?" Applebloom asked, whistling innocently.

"No, it's meant for trash." She said rolling her eyes. "And we still haven't learned each other’s names yet."

"Applebloom." She said smiling at the woman.

"You know me." Scootaloo said.

"Sweetiebelle." She said waving. "Hey Stross!" She said happily.

"Hello little pony." He said quickly.

"Is something wrong?" She asked, worried for the twitchy human. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Water. If you have it." He said. "From where though?"

"Wait for it, wait for it." Isaac and the crusader's said in unison.

A black cloud came from a nearby vent, it split into six chunks, four landing in front of Isaac and the crusaders and two passing through the glass window before settling down at their feet/hooves.

"Drink up. This might be the last." Isaac said raising his glass down to the crusaders. "Cheers to humanity and... ponies."

They clinked glasses, Sweetieblle with a distant look on her face as she finished hers.

"It’s my favorite tea. Rarity always heat's it up and then it tastes bad." She smiled gently setting the glass down. "Thanks sis. For everything."

"Thank you whoever sent this." Stross said. "Hey Ellie, do you think my glass is half full or half empty? I never quite got why that matters."

"Stross, shut up and enjoy your drink." She looked back at Isaac before doing a spit take. "Isaac! Behind you!"

He turned around and saw a Slasher running at them.

Faster than anyone could react it leapt at Sweetiebelle.

She screamed before raising her hooves in defense. She felt her hooves tingle before something warm started to drip down her legs. She opened her eyes and a gasp was followed by five other glasses shattering.

She had two large spikes protruding from her hooves which a dead Slasher was leaning on. She tilted them to the side and it slid off.

"What-Whats going on!" She screamed. "Why do I have these things in my hooves!?"

"Sweetibelle! Calm the fuck down now! Or I swear to god I will knock you the right fuck out right here on the spot and remove those things with a Ripper!" Isaac yelled.

She stopped and looked at him before taking a deep breath. She exhaled through her nose and looked back at him.

"Well? What do I do? Because I'm not comfortable having them snapped, shot or taken off surgically."

"Try thinking of them retracting." Scootaloo said.

"What?" She looked at her friend as if she were crazy.

"Think about retracting them. It wouldn't hurt to try." She said.

Swetiebelle looked down at her blades and concentrated on them going back in. Slowly she started to feel them move until they were moving back in. Soon she reabsorbed the bone and the holes in her hooves closed.

"Wow... thanks Scoot's."

"What are friends for?" She smiled flittering her small wings.

"To blame stealing the cookie before dinner?" Isaac joked.

They all actually smiled before laughing, even Ellie made a giggle while Stross laughed and smiled warmly at them.

Ponyville.

"I didn't know! The blood cells were perfectly normal when I looked at them!" Alex yelled at Rarity. "How the hell was I supposed to guess she'd grow fucking blades out of her hooves!?"

"You said that nothing would be wrong! Well, what's wrong with her now!?" She yelled back.

"I don't know! Maybe when she was frightened... when she was frightened! That’s it! The necromorph blood must have activated and caused a mutation."

"What does that mean!?"

"That she's a hybrid. She can control the necromorph side of her. Honey take a letter! And someone get me some apple juice!"