"No! Don't alter the thermal temperature either!" Ghost said, snatching IT and putting it in an armored box. "Okay... We should be fine..."
Angel glared at Ghost. "Now if you wouldnt mind can you pls take that thing out of this house?" Angel stood up and walked towards the door and held it open for Ghost. "What do you plan on using with that thing anywayz?"
"I'm sorry if I scared you, Frozen... nothing is your fault, alright?" Ghost apologized. "Hey, calm down Angel... calm down..." Ghost said quietly, "If I had purposely made it, don't you think I'd have disassembled it by now? It was an accident, ok? I only want to destroy it, but it's unaffected by magic. If I could disarm it, I wouldn't have been so concerned for everyone else's safety. I was researching a new virus when it happened, I just don't know how, alright? So please, just stay calm, ok? Everything's alright now. Now then, I'd really like to formally introduce myself. I am Ghost, I served in the Equestrian Civil War and I saw awful things. I'm a combat medic and a professional surgeon. My face was corroded off during a fight at my father's Academy. I was expelled for protecting a friend. I wear this gas mask thing so I can breathe and it aids me in absorbing love. My father, General Thunderclap is, as you should know, an Earth pony. My mother, Rose, is a Changeling, and though I don't have holes in my legs like they do, I do have the ability to absorb love. So, please; introduce yourselves, and we can work together to get out of here, ok?"
"It's not you fault, Frozen. I did ask you what your talent was, after all. So that means it's my fault, alright?" Ghost said, crouching next to Frozen, "I just... I just don't want to take any more innocent lives... I've killed too many ponies already..." Suddenly, Ghost started hacking and coughing, "P-please... help me... filter... can't... breathe..." Ghost wheezed, and fell on the floor.
Frozen stood protectively by his head, and the air grew cooler, fresher, cleaner. "Angel?!?" she said.
Ghost looked up at Frozen, "Won't...... work..... Take.... mask.... off............ Filters...... in bag........ tree...." He gasped, and began coughing horribly hard. Ghost tried to speak again, "Need.... love..... Change....ling ....touch.... foreheads...." Ghost began coughing fiercely again, and blood came out from behind the mask.
Angel didnt know what to do! She started to panic, she flipped onthe TV and found a soap opra channel. Angel knew that wasnt going to work
Ghost unhinged his mask, and turned his head away from the ponies as he spewed blood. He was suffering intense pain. "Sorry.... for.... getting.... house.... dirty...." He said weakly, offering a tiny smile.
"Heh, ...... didn't ..... know....... your name .....was ....... Platinum...." Ghost said, blood dripping from his disfigured mouth.
Angel ha to think of something, "Uhh" she rushed into the next room and found nothing then came back. "Im sorry i dont know what to do!" Angel started to cry. Her tears blurrying her eyes making it hard to look for something. Tears fell to the floor as she looked around for something to save Ghost
"Get........ bag...... Filters.... in ......tree" Ghost whispered, "Frozen...... think...... about...... those...... you...... care...... deeply........ about....."
Angel hurried to the tree and foud the filter, tears till blurrying her eyes as she went. With one single kick to the tree the filter fell and Angel brought it inside. She gave the filter to Ghost and hoped to Celestia he would live. "Stay with us!"
Affection inside Frozen grew. This person, this thing, was a god to Frozen. Everything. It was her sister, brother, mother, father, aunts, uncles. She loved this object so deeply.
"Mask.... put..... on...... the...... mask..... wait.... 5......minutes....or.... it's..... poisonous....... Need....... love....... Please...... Angel..... Frozen...... please....." Ghost begged them as he coughed up even more blood, splattering the floor. More love was needed, Ghost looked at Angel, pleading for help.
(And with that, I must sleep. I'm going to reenforce a rule that starts at midnight claiming Max 4 pages per day, ok?)
