Then she tripped over glass shards carelessly thrown out by her pegasus colleague Camo Tessin, who was named after the chemotherapeutic agent camptothecin (discovered by the same chemists who found paclitaxel). A loud thud accompanied uncanny shrieking in echoing along Corridor Six, with Parcly thinking herself to have been hanged - the shards penetrated deep into her neck. Yet she felt nothing after that, and after a minute she started sprinting towards administration to report what she’d just landed herself into.
Something bizarre moved into her field of view - somepony looking exactly like her, but without the head. Her curiosity triggered, she ran for it, but four seconds later she felt her body careening into a wall. “What’s going on with me?” she muttered, her eyes locking on that creature she desired to investigate. Left hoof raised, she saw it move its own left hoof; the same correspondence happened when she kicked her right hind. “Hold on, this isn’t anything unusual… it’s me.” Shuffling her legs around, she turned back and hugged her own head. “Turns out I’ve become a headless horse myself.”