Headline: Editor Strangled at Aerial Demonstration

Indigo slowly comes to after being placed in a room. His eyes slowly open and gaze out into space. He slowly moves his head from side to side while the world expands and contracts around him.

Icarus blinked awake. "Y-You're a-awake...?" He said, Obviously calmer from when He last Saw Indigo.

Intel, who also had been sleeping from exhaustion, opened his eyes. "Barely. 'nless you're talking 'bout Indigo." He tilted his head over to the bed.

"Oh, wait. He's right."

Indigo tries to speak and coughs instead, then attempts again with success.

"Ugh.. What in the... Why are you here? Where am I?"

Icarus yawned. "T-The h-hospital... Y-You w-were brought h-here after Y-You w-were choked." He said, shaking his head. "I-I wanted t-to make sure you w-were okay."

"I feel as though it's my fault," Intel murmured. "I think I could have prevented Jerkpony from strangling you, but I just moped around in the snow..."

He didn't say this to anypony in particular, simply staring at a blank wall.

Indigo sits up a bit, still looking heavily disoriented.

"Jerk pony...?"

His voice turns to pure malice. "Oh... him..."

Film Reel was sitting in the corner in tears. He was still in shock at what he had done. "I killed him" He thought to himself. "I killed a pony!" He was so deep in sorrow that he hadn't noticed Indigo wake up.

"Oh, snap out of it," Intel said sharply to the trembling pony. "Use your eyes and ears and common sense for once. I still need to talk to you about the seal I put on you."

He turned to Icarus. "Would shocking him be unreasonable? He's starting to irritate me."

Icarus groaned and rubbed his Temples. Of All the things... "T-That's e-enough. I've j-just about had it w-with you p-ponies and your p-petty s-squabbles." He said Flatly, even with his stutter.

Indigo's eyes flicker in rage at seeing Reel.

"Get that thing out of here or I swear on everything my horn will be through his throat..."

Reel looked up to see Indigo had awaken. He rushed over to the side of the bed. "Oh thank Luna!!" He proclaimed. "I am so so sorry!!! I don't know what happened.The last thing I remember was you bucking me after I kicked Intel."

"Hey, back off, camerapony," Intel said darkly, magically pulling him out of Indigo's reach, "This is the time to exercise manners and restraint." Intel's usually slight Canterlot accent became more pronounced in that statement, like when he put the seal on Reel. "The only reason you're still even in this room at the moment is so that you could observe the consequences of your actions."

In reality, there was two reasons. Intel had suggested kicking Reel out before, but Icarus had turned his stare fully onto him, ending the proposition.

"As a unicorn, you have a responsibility to use your magic to help, or at least, to do no harm. Even in moments of madness, unicorns don't inflict direct harm onto another pony. So that leaves us with two possibilities. One, you are an evil pony, willing to kill and trying to manipulate us with feigned innocence. Two, you are a seriously broken pony and you need psychological help, stat. Either way, it's best if you can't use magic for now."

Intel looked at Indigo. "We're doing this by the book Indigo. It has to be done by the book."

Goddesses, that sounded like something Sparkle would say.

Intel's voice rises with anger.

"Do it however you want it, just make sure he's out of this room!"

Icarus gave a Grumble but otherwise stayed Silent. He Really was Growing tired of it. I mean, the last time he got together with a group, Intel got his head smashed in. This next time, Intel and Reel Got Kicked, and Indigo was in the process of being Strangled.

But when Indigo's Voice Rose, That's when Icarus snapped, Turning his stare(TM) To Indigo. "OI! 'E'S TRYIN' T' 'POLLOGISE! NOW LAY BACK, OR I'LL 'AVE THE BLOODY DOCT'R STRAP YE DOWN." He Said, Raising his voice above Indigo.

"AND YEW!" He Turned his Stare(TM) to Reel. "Y'SIT YERSELF DOWN. WE'LL ALL HAVE OURSELVES A BLOODY LONG TALK." He said, Not even noticing he had spoken in a Thick Southern Trottingham Accent.

"WOW!!!" Reel thought. "Iccy is pissed, and from Trottingham." He then sat down. "Intel" He then said. "I am sorry for kicking you. When I did it I still thought you were trying to like kill us. I didn't see that Indigo had taken you down already. Also I am not an evil pony." He looked down at his still healing hoof. "I am a worthless piece of shit pony."

"Huh...wha?" Intel said to Reel, still surprised by Iccy's sudden accent. Well, least he wasn't stuttering. "Hey, language, camerapony. As I was saying, as a unicorn, responsibility, you abused blah, blah," he took a deep breath, "You won't be casting any magic till I, or any other authorised pony, removes your seal. Trying to cast magic will result in a headache, forcing it will render you unconcious."

"Quite simply, camerapony, you need psychological help, and stat," he looked at the others, "I don't think there are any psychologists in Ponyville, so I'm suggesting that you go to Canterlot."

If there was one thing Indigo hated more than anything, it was being yelled at. He didn't tolerate his father yelling at him, and he certainly wouldn't from a meek inventor who... had a Trottingham accent and... That stare.... He slowly lowered himself back into the bed, grumbling.

"I doubt you know what it feels like when your world fades to black..."

Icarus Turned his Stare back at Indigo. "Two. Bloody. Stories. Both of me Front legs, Snapped like Twigs. Waited four Bloody HOURS b'fore a Guardpony noticed me, Layin' on th' Ruddy Sidew'lk."

"I was still living with my sister and father. One night, dad came home drunk. He started picking on my sister, saying that everything was her fault. He started hitting her. I had just gotten home. I tried to stop him. He stopped beating up on Biankha, but he then started on me. It went on for 4 HOURS!!!! Eventally, Biankha was able to get out and call the police. I almost died. I was told that the only reason I survived was because......cause....." Tears began to well back up in Reel's eyes. "I k-killed him!!! I k-kkkkkilled my own father!" He then began to cry again.

Intel took a big step backwards. "Oh, good grief," he muttered, not knowing what to do.

He looked to the other ponies in the room, who looked like they were gearing up for an argument. "I, um. Psychological help? Definitely. You are far too fragile. What are you even doing here?"

What am I doing here? This is not my field of study. This pony needs a freaking intervention.

Indigo nearly nearly sinks down beneath the sheets to avoid The Stare when the doctor comes in and promptly steps back out at the unfolding scene.

The Stare was turned on Reel. "And That's Right Good. Y'need a PSYCHOLOGIST, COLT. Not no bloody forgiveness from us. Y'have Problems, And Y'need HELP."

He then looked between the three. "Now, Have ye Delt with yer Petty lil' Problems, or Cannae ANY sense be knocked t'the three of yew?"

"...apart from the fact the seal's not going to removed until he's-" Intel motioned to Reel, "-stable? Yeah, I'm okay. I'm not going to Canterlot to find him a shrink, though."

This was said with great caution, just in case Iccy went off again.

"I came to Ponyville to try and get a fresh start." Reel said as he looked down at his still healing hoof." But.... I guess you can't escape who you are.... just a worthless excuse for a pony." Reel then stood up. "I guess I should go leave you all alone now. I'm just wasting your preacious time.