Dr. Needle's Diary

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June 12, 1000 AC

Another day, another patient. Today it's Fluttershy again. I hate telling her I'm not a vet, but she brings animals to me anyway. I had to turn her down again, but somehow got convinced into dealing with Angel again. That rabbit should watch where he's going. This is the third time this month that he's broken his foot. Fluttershy keeps saying something about the Everfree forest and mad doctors kidnapping little creatuers, but who knows what that filly makes up. She was never one for handling the stresses of nursing anyway. Well, I did what I could, and called it a day. At least most ponies don't get hurt the day of the Summer Sun Celebration, so I should have a day off soon.

June 13, 1000 AC

Another day, another lesson. Teaching magic to the little unicorns at school is such a chore, especially with that blank-flank, Sweetie Belle. She has no idea what she's good at, and takes no suggestions what to try! I can't teach anyone who won't learn, so I might have to take some sort of measures to keep her out of class.I’ll have an opportunity for that if she get’s hurt, but with her overly protective sister, I think that might be hard. Well, at least I can always rely on the other foals to make her leave. Sometimes Cheerilie thinks I’m a bad teacher, but I know I am, and only do this because they couldn’t find a proper teacher in ALL of Equestria to teach the little ones.

June 20, 1000 AC

Some new Canterlot pony showed up today. Calls herself Twilight Sparkle. She's supposed to supervise the celebration tomorrow, and I hope she does a good job. If anything goes wrong because of her shoddy supervision, I don't know what I'll do. This is the only break I get for the entire year untill the Winter Moon celebration, so I have to

June 21, 1000 AC

I was hoping that I would get a day off today, but NO, someone has to get hurt. It's still night time, even though I woke at 6:00 am, as usual. I also got Apple Bloom as a patient. She has a broken rib, nothing serious. She won't be leaving home for a while. She also said something about Nightmare Moon returning. I wonder what she got so scared by that she remembered that old mare's tale. At least I got Sweety Belle as a patient. Finaly! Just a few bruises, but I think I scared her enough that she will stay home in bed for a few days.

June 22, 1000 AC

Well, she did it now. That Twilight Sparkle defeated Nightmare Moon herself. She must be a stunning unicorn, with that magic potential. No wonder she's Celestia's personal protégé. I should meet her sometime, It might be interesting to speak to a pony not as to a client or student for once! I hope I have the time though, between schooling and the ponies that get themsselves hurt every day. Why can nopony stay safe for just a day!

June 30, 1000 AC

Denied. How could she! I, Doctor Needles, the most talented unicorn in Ponyville, will not STAND for this! She may have great magic, but she will know who is the TRUE master here! I'll show her the true meaning of unicorn magic! I swear upon the syringe upon my flank that she will be MINE! I denied patiens for her, I lied to Cheerilie, I even had to sell some of my tools to set the date up and all I get is a rejection? This is madness! Why does nopony respect me?

July 23, 1000 AC

I tried talking to her again, and no, she STILL denies me! I have showered her with acts of magic to prove my worth, I have tried to understand her, and she still shuts me out! If I am to have her, it seems I must resort to subtler methods. I hope she gets herself past this bravado...

July 24, 1000 AC

I begin my research into Cutie Mark changing surgery. Normally, this would be taboo, but this denial of Twilight's is a special case. We have always been taught by our mentors that a Cutie Mark is sacred, that it should not be changed, and that we must deny anyone who asks for us to do something to it, even if only to dye it. However, I MUST have Twilight! If only she knew what she drives me to do.

July 27, 1000 AC

I’m starting to see the problem with my plans. She simply does not love who I am! To get her attention, I’ll have to become someone else! My cutie mark still stays the same, but I’ll change you yet, you syringe, just you wait. If anypony can change this, I can! I have tried dyeing my Cutie Mark, and it seemed to work. However, it changed back within the hour! It seems that I can not have her without my share of pain. I still don’t see why she blatantly denies me my love? Do I not buy the most extravagant things I can get at the expense of my career? Do I not take her to the most fantastic of places we have? Is this not enough to show her I care for her?


November 19, 1000 AC

The Great and Powerful Trixie... what a joke! She claims to have bested an Ursa Major! With MAGIC of all things She can barely do what I can do, much less my Twilight. She left though, so there goes a perfect apprentice. She would have sided with me if she could, I'm sure of it. Back to searching for my forbidden goal then...

January 2, 1001 AC

It seems I will never have her, Yet I am reminded every day. To make things worse, she fell for some colt in Canterlot on one of her “Reports”! I should have known. Those outings were too frequent. It’s like she was hiding from me, knowingly denying me, torturing me. I can not stand for this! I can’t just bear this insult! I will have my revenge, if it’s the last thing I do!

January 28, 1001 AC

I have to leave. I always remember the day she flew into town, the day she rejected me, the day I was turned down again, and every moment I saw her. I have spent all my time working on my forbidden experiments with Cutie marks, and have had no time for patients. Ponies are getting suspicious. I will have to put my research to practice soon.

Febuary 28, 1001 AC

It is done. I am a pony no more. I am now Stitches, the abomination. The”doctor” so to speak. I have no cutie mark, for I have tried to change it with every ounce of magic and medical knowledge I had. In every case, it always changed back. Now, I have no mark to tell me what to do. I have no restrictions. She has decided to abandon me, so I abandon pony-kind. What point is there in staying with those that seek to maim you, to torture you? Now, I am free to follow whatever experiments, I am free to perform whatever malpractice. I am free and you shall hold me here no longer, Twilight!

March 1, 1001 AC

Today, the rest of my life begins! I began my experiments on the local wildlife, here, in the Ever Free forest. The local wildlife is free, like me, so I look for similarities. I have found none yet, but after all, this is only my first day here! Twilight... it seems I still can’t forget you. You and your pony allies, you and the others who made me into this, you will pay. But first, I have all these wonderful, helpless subjects here. These next months shall be fruitful...

April 3, 1001 AC

I feel something in my horn. It seems to be a dryness, an emptiness. It's getting hard to manipulate the quill. I may have to give up magic soon.


April 10, 1001 AC

Writing with hooves proved to be somewhat complicated, but I mastered it. On a side note, my lack of horn led to an interesting effect. I no longer have any problem with Twilight. I nearly forgot about her with my research, but now that I think about her, I feel nothing. In fact, I feel nothing in general. Things keep getting better and better! If this keeps up, I can get my revenge in no time at all! At least I kept my rage throughout this all, if not my other emotions.

May 1, 1001 AC

I was so caught up, I forgot to write any entries. So much learned about this new effect! However, I’m still not as free as I wished. Every time I experiment on a creature, I feel it's pain, I mourn it’s loss. If I am to get anywhere wit this research, I’ll have to find an alternate way to study, or at least get rid of this weakness, this... Guilt, I think the word is. I shall replace my fore-hooves with those of another creature, so I am not responsible for whatever I do. After all, it’s not done by my hands! This will hurt most likely, but if I want to get my revenge, I have to make some sacrifices, don’t I?

June 26, 1001 AC

hard to write with new hands short entry did what i needed now i have no problem with experiments

June 27, 1001 AC

Getting used to hands. Hooves were more convenient for this, but I am the only hoofed animal in these parts. However, I found a strange bipedal being, and it had interesting forelegs. They seem to be called hands by it, but who knows what lives in these parts...

June 30, 1001 AC

Well, surprisingly enough, in all these past months, I have learned nothing of value. Yes, I have found out much about the anatomy of the wildlife, and found creatures I never even dreamed of, but all I have learned that can help me with exacting my revenge on ponykind is that I have a high threshold for pain. I need concrete results, not theoretical and irrelevant knowledge.

July 29, 1001 AC

Interesting effect. A pony wandered into my hut when I was hunting for specimens. This was my first chance to learn something useful for my plans! I decided to learn everything I could before preforming some of the more deadly experiments. The pony, of course, screamed and ran at the sight of my hands before I could even ask anything. Now, at least I know what to do, which direction to take.


August 1, 1001 AC

I decided to walk into town, to see the reaction I garner. I, of course, hid my horn stub and my stitches on my flank. The reaction was wondrous! Everyone ran, yelling something about "The Doctor". I thought I hid my identity, but people instantly know who I was! I walked into the main square, and let loose a guttural roar. The screams... Oh how wonderful the screaming was. I hardly believed my luck! People REMEMBER me! My dreams of revenge might just come true.

September 21, 1001 AC

I know my weapon. I mused before of my bloody revenge, but I put such childish notions aside. The only true weapon is fear, and that is what I shall use. People will fear me and remember me for a long time after! They think that a few stitches and a new set of limbs is scary, and run from it like wildlife from my fires! I shall show them the true meaning of fear! I have seen things they have never dreamed of, and ended the lives of things no pony eye should see. I shall probably never be forgiven, but neither shall they be spared the pain their minds will feel when I return!

October 15, 1001 AC

Captured a pony. I did not ask anything, since that would result like last time. Went straight to work. These "hands" turn out to be quite nimble. I think I shall keep them, and not take the hooves. However, somepony will have a different cutie mark now, if any. I do not know the results of my experiment, since the pony left and ran as fast as she could, but I need to find out what the people think of my handiwork.


October 16, 1001 AC

Released the next pony, gave him the same treatment. Then, three hours later, I hear a raiding party nearby, searching for me. I hid, for now. I shall have to look into adding modifications for fighting. I also heard them gossiping. it seems my previous “patient” has commit suicide from the pain, and from her cutie mark missing. She felt like she died as soon as the operation was halfway though, she said, but I did not know to take it literally. Well, maybe the new patient will fare better.

November 20, 1001 AC

I managed to implant an extra pair of hands, and fashion myself a pair of swords for that pair. It is getting hard to think though, having extra appendages.

January 21, 1002 AC

Nearly one whole year in exile. I have learned so much! Now I know what it means to have no remorse, to have no regrets. I wonder, what will I do if I capture Twilight Sparkle... No. I should not muse on these thoughts. I would destroy this page if not for the notes on the other side. Cursed memories, why do you STAY!

march 10, 1003

Arms work sporadically. can't write Much.

Febuary 20, 1005

Got working pair of hands, so I can write this entry. I have one last experiment to run, since I feel the life running from my limbs. I have I have aged much faster in these last few years. My mane and tail have turned silver, I can barely move, and every breath is agony. I have destroyed the lives of many ponies over the last few years, and have killed more than my fair share of them too. Some I regret ever touching, others, well, let’s just say “treating” Sweety Belle was enjoyable. In any case, I feel no better from exacting my revenge. I am a legend and the young colts and fillies are scared into bed with the doctor’s tales. I think it’s time I returned to my calling as a doctor, and tried to reverse the damage I have done. I can never forget what I have done, even if I regret all of it, but I can try to atone. I grow weary of this mess, and I think it’s time to end it all.




April 15, 1005 AC

This is my will.

I, Doctor Needles, hereby leave this journal to the Library of Ponyville, if it is still owned by Twilight Sparkle. May they know the futility of my path, and what life I led. I also will for my body to be burned, my hut, demolished, and the graveyard beside it to be dug up and to exhume the Eleven (11) ponies that lie there. They are to be buried at their families' discretion. I also leave my tools to whoever is the practicing doctor of Ponyville. I hope their new owner redeems the horrors they have done.

April 16, 1005 AC

I leave my hovel to go to my home. I hope they take the diary. I also "borrowed" some hooves, and changed myself to look like a pony again, so I don't scare off the townsfolk when I enter. I dyed my fur, and have painted back my cutie mark. If I am right, the rest should heal to normal in a few days, in time for my burial. I don’t think I’ll get welcomed with hugs and kisses, after all. I should also probably put on my doctor’s coat. I have no idea why I kept it throughout these years, but I did, and it is still like I remember it when I used to be a pony...

Archived in the Ponyville library. Rest in peace, Needle.
-Twilight Sparle