I'm rewriting/prosing this, so it'll probably be a long time before the next update.
Anyway, this is what little I wrote of chapter seven:
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“Ms. Celestia…?”
>You flinch back as you see a flash quickly followed by a loud clap of thunder that resonates in your chest.
>”Hello, Anonymous. We need to talk.”
>”P-princess! I didn’t know you were coming!” Twilight exclaims.
>”Hello, Twilight. Do you have a place we can sit comfortably? This might take a while…”
>For some reason, when she finishes that sentence she looks at you with sympathy.
>”Yes, Princess,” Twilight says, giving you that same look, “follow me.”
>What’s going on…?
>You follow the two of them into another room.
“What’s that?” you ask, pointing toward the big cushiony thing in the middle that you didn’t notice before.
>”Huh? That’s a sofa,” Twilight answers.
“Oh,” you say, turning to the princess. “You wanted to talk about something?”
>She nods. “You might want to be sitting down, though…. It’s about your father.”
>You listen and sit on the sofa, which turns out to be really comfortable.
>Why would she want to talk about Dad, though?
“Wait, is he here? I have so many new things to show him!”
>She looks down to the floor.
”What’s wrong?”
>”Anonymous, he isn’t coming back.”
“Wh-what?” you ask in surprise. “Why wouldn’t he?”
>”Your father is dead.”
>It takes you several seconds to process that.
“What do you mean…?”
>"Your father, John D. Anonymous, is dead," she repeats.
>You feel tears building up.
“But, he c-cant be!"
>”I wish that was true…”
>She looks directly at you, and in her eyes you see sorrow and…
>Tears…?
>It’s now that you realize that she’s telling the truth.
>But that means…
>He’s… dead.
“B-but he said he’d be b-back…” is the last thing you manage to say before bursting out into tears.
>”I’m sorry…”
>She gets close and wraps her soft wings around you in some sort of hug.
>You hug her neck and cry your heart out.
>You’re not sure how long you’re in that position, but eventually your eyes start to feel heavy and before you realize it, you fall asleep.
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”Hey, Dad?”
>”What is it?”
“What does it mean to die?”
>He’s silent for a while.
>”What does it mean… to die?” he slowly repeats. “Well, I suppose it’s when your body gets worn out and stops working.”
“I guess that makes sense… When you read me Where the Red Fern Grows, I didn’t know what it meant when Billy’s dogs died.”
>”Oh yeah, I guess I never did explain that to you, huh?”
“So, what happens to you when you die?”
>You hear his footsteps, then feel the weight of the bed shift as he sits on it.
>”You go to a place far, far away from here,” he answers.
 “Are… Are you going to die, Dad?”
>He shifts on the bed.
>”Everybody has to die at some point,” he eventually answers, his voice sounding far-off in some distant place.
>What will you do if Dad dies…?
"Can't I go with you?"
>"...No, you can't."
"But--"
>”Listen,” he says, his voice back to normal, “there will be a time when my body gets tired and I can no longer be here with you, and when that time comes, though it may be a long, long time from now,” he says, placing a hand on your shoulder, “I need you to be strong. You think you can do that for me?”
“O-okay…”
>He wraps you in a hug and you feel a tear trailing down your face.
>”Just know that I’ll always be watching over you, no matter what.”
>You nod.
>”I love you.”
“I love you too, Daddy…”
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>Your eyes open slowly.
>The first thing you notice is the warm blanket covering you.
>The second is that the bandages normally covering your face are gone, the air feeling cold against your wet face.
>The third is the massive headache you have.
>You sit up and it intensifies, making you grab your head.
“Ugh…”
>You’re startled by some movement to your side.
>Releasing your head and looking over, you see a familiar form wrapped up in a blanket just like yours, sleeping.
“Spike…?”
>He stirs, grumbling something about Twilight that you don’t completely catch.
>You decide to get up and stretch, your headache not showing any signs of going away in the near future.
>”Anon?” you hear Spike ask.
>Turning, you see his eyes are open and he’s sitting up. “You’re finally up.”
>You just nod.
>You finish stretching and sit back down.
>”How are you feeling…?” he asks.
“I have a headache.”
>”Oh,” he says, going back to being silent.
>He’s unusually quiet. Is it because he just woke up?
>Either way, he stares off at the wall for a while before he finally says something.
>”Hey, Princess Celestia… left you a letter.”
“Huh? Why would sh—“
>Your thoughts go back to her sudden visit.
“Oh...”
>”I’m sorry, Anon…”
>You don’t answer. Instead, you just look at the ground, recalling what the princess told you.
>Dad's actually dead…
>You feel the tears coming back.
>How are you going to make it in this place without him?
>You sit on the sofa, quietly crying.
>You try to stop them, but the tears just keep flowing.
>At some point Spike gets off of the sofa and walks into another room.
>He comes back with something in his hand, and he reaches out to give it to you.
"Wh-what's this...?"
>"Box of tissues," he answers.
>You take it, but you're not really sure what to do with it.
>"...Here," he says, taking one and wiping your wet face with it, "like this."
>The tears slow as he dries your face.
>When he finishes, he sits back down on the sofa.
>A few minutes pass, the only sound you can hear being your occasional sniffle.
>”What was he like?” Spike asks, breaking the silence.
>You think about that for a moment, memories of Dad flying through your mind.
”He was… really, really kind. He always took care of me. He’d play games with me, read me books, keep me company, and even though it was dangerous outside, he always went out to get things for me. I was always worried, especially when the loud rumbling sounds kept happening, but he… he always came back. I guess...” you pause, another tear rolling down your face, “this time is different.”
>”It sounds like he really cared about you…”
“Y-yeah, he did…”
>He gets closer to you and wraps his tiny arms around you.
>Even though he’s a lot smaller, his hug is a lot warmer than the princess’.
“Th-thanks…”
>You sit like this for a while, tears silently falling and your eyes starting to feel heavy once again.
>You eventually fall asleep in Spike’s tiny arms, his warmth very much making up for the blanket no longer covering you.
>Your dreams start out pleasant and warm, but slowly turn dark and uncomfortable.
>You can’t remember much more than an overbearing fear and mismatched red and gold eyes, two similarly mismatched arms reaching closer and closer for you as you try desperately to get away.
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“Here’s your mail, miss!”
>”Thanks, Derpy,” Bon-Bon says as she takes her mail from you.
“Tell Lyra I said hi!” you yell as you fly off.
>You are Derpy, and today is a great day to be a mailmare!
>You make your way to your next stop with a big smile on your face.
>After the next few houses, something—no, two things catch your attention.
>What’s this? A sale on muffins to the left? And to the right, a big crowd in front of Twilight’s library?
>Jeez, your eyes sure are useful!
>The library’s closer, and it’s the next stop on your route anyway, so you fly your way over.
>After very carefully landing and only bumping into three ponies (a new record!), you see what they’re all looking at.
“Ooh, pretty…” you mutter.
>Mounds of pretty blue flowers surround Twilight’s library, and most of Ponyville’s gathered around to see them.
>They’re the most beautiful flowers you’ve ever seen.
>You move in for a sniff, but somepony calls out, “They’re changing!”
>In a flash of light, the flowers change from a deep blue to a pale yellow.
>They’re glowing bright and a thick powder rises up from them.
>The powder gets so thick that you can’t see, and within seconds it covers everyp0ny there and then some.
>You try to move out of the way, but you find that you can’t.
>In fact, you can’t move your body at all!
>Suddenly, the flowers aren’t so pretty anymore.
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“N-no…!”
>”Anonymous, WAKE UP!”
>Your eyes shoot open.
>You quickly sit up and gasp for air, your breaths rough and short.
>It takes a while before you notice Twilight and Spike standing next to you, looks of worry on their faces.
“Wha… What happened?” you ask after your breathing finally slows down.
>”You were having another nightmare, and your flowers paralyzed the whole town!” Spike answers as Twilight runs off somewhere.
“...What?”
>”Come look.”
>You stand up and, after regaining your balance, follow him.
>The two of you eventually reach the door.
>It’s wide open and you can see more ponies than there were at the party all standing completely still.
>You even see some ponies that you know, like Applejack and Rainbow Dash.
>That’s not all, though.
>The flowers that you’ve grown used to seeing at this point are all around the library and you can see some yellow powder still lingering in the air.
>Your eyes are wide in surprise as Twilight clears the air with little effort.
>Twilight runs from pony to pony, her horn flashing bright with each stop she makes.
>As she moves on, more and more ponies regain control of their bodies.
>While most stay still, dazed, some simply walk off.
>”What was that…?” you hear one of them ask.
>You also hear other voices, but you can’t really make them out.
>When Twilight finally finishes, she comes back to you and Spike, out of breath.
>”Good job, Twilight!” Spike praises her.
>”I… really wish… I could do that to more than a few ponies… at once…” she gets out between breaths.
>”Excuse me, Ms. Twilight,” a muffled, unfamiliar voice calls out.
>”Huh?” Twilight asks
>A grey pony stumbles her way over to the three of you holding something in her mouth.
>”Here’s your mail!” she suddenly yells, startling everyone there.
>”Um… Thanks,” Twilight says as she warily takes the item.
>The new pony then leaves with a huge smile on her face, still stumbling just as much.
“Uh… What?” you ask.
>”Hey Twilight,” before anyone can answer, you hear Applejack’s voice as she walks over to your group. “What was that all about? Those pretty flowers changed colors all of the sudden an’ then Ah couldn’t move!”
>As soon as she asks that, the rest of the remaining ponies look at Twilight with expectation.
>”Yeah!” one of them yells.
>Twilight looks a little nervous.
>”Sorry about that, everypony!” she announces. “That was just… an experiment gone wrong!”
>With that, most of the ponies leave, though many of them grumble while walking away.
>It seems like they’re used to things like this happening.
>”Woah,” you hear Rainbow Dash say as she walks over to your group. ”What kinda experiment was /that/?”
>”That wasn’t an experiment,” Twilight says quietly, probably trying to avoid being heard by the few ponies still there. “That was Anonymous.”
“I… I did that?” you ask in surprise.
>Twilight nods, looking at the flowers.
“But, I was asleep!”
>”You had a nightmare and the flowers responded to your fear,” she says.
“Oh… Um, I’m s-sorry…”
>She looks surprised for a second.
>”Don’t be,” she says with a smile. “I’m just glad you woke up.”
>Twilight's horn glows, and in a brilliant flash of light all of the flowers disappear.
"Where'd they go...?"
>"I incinerated them," Twilight answers.
>...Stupid magic.
>”Ah really should be gettin’ back to mah stand,” Applejack says.
>”Yeah, I gotta get back to work too,” Rainbow joins in.
>”Bye, girls!” Twilight says.
“Bye,” you quietly say.
>When they leave, the three of you go back into the library.
>”So,” Twilight starts, “what was that nightmare about, anyway?”