PxA Final

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Only sad part is after this is over, I doubt I'll have much else to contribute. Have another project I wanna really throw myself into and is one hundred percent non Ponka related.

But, less talky, more conclusion...y. Fuck, that was less clever than I'd hoped.

>Pinkamena had returned several hours later, to find the scene that had unfolded
>you explained to her what had happened, with Twilight's magic surging out of control just before she'd died
>obviously you omitted the part about her fixing your warped mind
>Pinkamena twitches, quivering with obvious outrage
>then, suddenly, she had a grin on her face
>"It's allright Nonny," Pinkamena assured you. "Magic can get kinda crazy sometimes!"
>"You're telling me," you agree. "I thought I was gonna die when she burst up off the table..."
>"It's a good thing you didn't Nonny," she said, hoof on your shoulder. "I wouldn't want you to have missed out on the fun I have planned for tomorrow!"
>tomorrow? That was sooner than you'd expected to have to act.
>"Oh?" You asked, hoping against hope that none of the nervousness you felt was betrayed in your voice.
"Uh-huh!" She continued. "There's only one other group of ponies that would have a reason to suspect us of a thing now..."
>you freeze
>she didn't mean...
"Those three little fillies running around poking their noses into things they shouldn't be..." she explained
>you fight against the bile rising in your stomach
>"After this, we'll move on somewhere new," Pinkamena explained. "Somewhere bigger. Maybe Manehatten. Wouldn't that be nice Nonny? The big city!"
>you barely even hear her
>your mind is racing with panic
>there was no way you could allow her to murder three innocent fillies
>Nooooooonny?"
>"Oh! Uh, yeah, we'll be able to have a lot more fun in a place like that!" you agree.
>the words taste like poison in your mouth
>every minute Pinkamena spent regaling you with tales of how she was planning the trio's murder at their clubhouse the next day made you sicker and and sicker to your stomach
>the two of you eventually retire to bed
>the warmth you had once taken such comfort in did little but remind you of the gravity of the situation you found yourself in
>try as you might however, having not slept the previous night had taken its toll on you, and you eventually surrendered to the siren's song of sleep
>you awoke the next morning with a start
>you look around in a panic
>where was Pinkamena
>you see a paper on the nightstand beside the bed
>you scoop it up and examine its contents
>Heya sleepyhead! I just couldn't wait to get started today, so I went on ahead without you. You know where to find me...!
>fuckingshitbitchniggertits
>you raced out of the house and headed towards the clubhouse, hoping to whatever deity that might exist out there that you wouldn't find a pile of dead fillies waiting on you when you got there
>you race across Ponyville as fast as you can
>you finally arrive at the clubhouse, breathless
>the trio of fillies was backed into a corner, huddled together and crying
>a few nicks and bruises covered their bodies, but from what you could tell, they hadnt suffered any serious injuries yet
>"Mister Anon, ya gotta help us!" Apple Bloom begs. "Pinkie's done gone plum crazy!"
>"She's trying to...to kill us!" Sweetie Belle added, her voice shaky
>"Silly little fillies, Nonny isn't here to help YOU..." Pinkamena grins wildly, looking over at you.
>sheer terror crosses the young one's faces as you wordlessly cross the gap between you and Pinkamena
>"Please Anon! Please help us...!" Scootaloo pleaded
>you didn't need any convincing
>once you were close enough, you launched yourself at Pinkamena
>the two of you tumble across the floor of the clubhouse
>the knife she'd been holding clatters across the floor
>Pinkamena's look of shock only lasts a second before it's replaced with pure fury
>"You...!" She hissed. "You fucking ungrateful son of a BITCH!"
>her hoof connects solidly with the side of your face
>most people would've been sent feeling by the blow
>your time with Pinkamena had enabled you to roll with the punch and retaliate with your own strike
>Pinkamena tackles you with an inhuman (inpony?) cry of rage
>she starts pummeling you with blows
>"After all I did for you...even you betray me...dunno why I'm surprised...they always do..."
>you might have a tolerance for pain, but blunt force trauma to the face still took its toll on you after a while
>you were seeing double by the time she climbed off you
>you wondered why she'd stopped short of ending it then and there
>you got your answer as she swam back into focus
>clenching the discarded knife
>"I'm gonna take my time with you...then afterwards, I'm gonna drink those fillies' blood...just so you know how fucking insignificant your life really was."
>she raised the knife, plunging it down into your shoulder
>the pain is sharp, sharper than even your threshold was prepared to take
>you cry out in agony
>she gives the knife a good twist before withdrawing it
>vomit forces itself up into your mouth from the excruciating pain
>it takes all you have not to pass out
>she raises the knife again, this time aiming for your throat
>you catch her hoof with your remaining good arm, knowing this effort was the only thing between you and death
>her strength is overwhelming, the knife slowly descending towards it's destination in your trachea
>goddamn horse strength
>you slowly begin to resolve yourself to the fact that you'd failed to protect the fillies
>just like you'd failed at just about everything else
>there are three tiny little screams and suddenly the pressure on your body is alleviated
>the fillies!
>you scramble to your feet
>Pinkamena manages to shake the three of them off after a few seconds of effort
>"If you little bitches wanna die first then I guess I can make that happen!" Pinkie cackles as she leers at the children
>"No you don't!" you cry, launching feet first into the best flying drop kick you could manage
>Pinkamena is sent skidding across the floor, the knife again seperated from her grasp
>unfortunately you'd landed hard on your wounded shoulder
>you felt something snap inside, likely your collarbone
>you scramble to secure the weapon through the agony
>Pinkamena is apparently undaunted by your possession of the knife, charging straight into you
>you were ready for her this time however
>she land on top of you, but her look of triumph quickly turns to shock as she realizes what has happened
>the knife is buried deep inside her abdomen
>you know what you have to do to end this
>you slide the knife around inside her, causing what was inevitably fatal damage
>you withdraw the knife, tears streaming down your face as Pinkamena collapses onto you, her lifeblood spilling out in an angry torrent
>"I'm so sorry Pinkie Pie," you choke out, holding her tight to you as she starts to fade away
>M-me-too...Nonny..." she answers weakly. "I got...kinda crazy, huh?"
>"Y-yeah..." You reply between sobs. "But it's...over now...you can rest."
>"G-good..." she sighs, a faint smile crossing her lips. "You think...maybe...the rest of my friends will be there when I...wake up...?"
>"I'm sure they will be," you assure the dying mare. "They'll all be so glad to see you."
>she smiles weakly again, her last bits of consciousness fading away
>and with that, Pinkamena Diane Pie was no more
>the pain of all your injuries was finally starting to crash into you as the adrenaline wore off
>none of it even rated next to the emotional agony you were experiencing
>you continue to weep uncontrollably as you hold the body of the pink made, her warmth slowly starting to fade
>the past few months had been filled with abuse, murder, rape, and deceit
>but despite everything you knew one thing had been real
>you had genuinely loved her
>the three young fillies moved to console you, but you pushed them away
"Just...go..." You tell them. "Get as far away from here as you can...and forget about me..."
>"But mister Anon-"
>I said GO!" you yelled, in a tone that made it clear you would brook no disagreement
>reluctantly, the trio solemnly left you to your grief
>suddenly you felt yourself getting very tired
>had you lost too much blood...?
>it didn't matter
>you'd done enough damage to this world
>as your consciousness faded, you hoped that maybe in saving the three fillies you could've worked off a fraction of the debt you'd incurred here before you landed in the hell you so rightly deserved
>you awoke in a very unfamiliar setting
>it appeared to be a dungeon of some sort
>the all to familiar feeling of shackles hold your arms in place greeted you as you came more and more awake
>the fact that you weren't roasting in hell right now genuinely confused you
>You were aware of the presence of several ponies in the room with you
>"He is waking, Sister," an unfamiliar voice called to your side
>"Yes, I see," another voice answered
>it was absolutely dripping with regality
>"Leave us," the first voice called, and two uniformed ponies trotted in unison out of the room you were in
>You finally figured out where you were
>and the owner of the voices were-
>"Hello Anonymous," the second voice greeted you, it's owner coming into your field of vision. Sure enough, it was Princess Celestia herself
>"Greetings," the second voice added also stepping forward to confirm your suspicions
>"Your highnesses," you greet weakly. "I'd curtesy, but I don't think I'm capable at the moment."
>they weren't amused
>"Sorry..." You apologize. How the hell had you ended up here?"
"I suppose you're wondering what you're doing here," Celestia answered your unspoken question
>you nod in response
>"Tis our goal to ascertain precisely what ghastly chain of events could have led to the atrocities that occurred in Ponyville these past few months. We've reason to believe you are in part responsible."
>you grimace at how close to the truth she'd landed
>you proceed to confess everything to the royal sisters
>your imprisonment, the murders, the ensuing chaos...everything
>they stand wordlessly through your confession
>finally Celestia breaks the silence
>"That is...much to consider," she confesses, letting out a long sigh.
>"What is there to consider?!" Luna exclaims beside her. "We should string this blackheart up by his entrails! He is responsible for the deaths of-"
>"We will not move without considering all of the circumstances," Celestia told her sister evenly. "There were many factors that led to events unfolding they way they had; and if Anonymous is to be believed, he was cured of the darkness that had afflicted him."
>that last comment brought Luna up short
>if anyone here knew what it meant to be redeemed from darkness, it was her
>"I agree with Luna," you interject, the two of them looking at you in surprise
>"They were all national heroes," you begin to explain. "You cannot let it be known what really happened. If the ponies knew one of the heroes had turned on and murdered her friends, their confidence in the ideals you all hold dear would shatter."
>Let me be the monster you need to punish for these crimes," you continue. "It'll be easy for them to believe, some bipedal freak from another world showed up and started killing ponies, and at long last he has been captured, and justice will be served."
>"But that isn't fair, Anonymous," Celestia argued. "You would be reviled for hundreds if not thousands of years. Your name would become a pariah, a scare tale mares would tell colts and fillies to get them to eat their steamed daffodils over dinner."
"It's necessary to prevent a much greater evil," you counter. "And if any pony here should know about necessary evils to preserve the nation, it's you, Princess."
>Celestia opens her mouth continue arguing, but then abruptly shuts it again.
>"It pains me to admit it, Anonymous, but you are correct," she finally concedes.
>"Dont worry Princess, it's what I want," you assure her. "Perhaps in shouldering this burden, I can do something to recompense for the evils I have been responsible for in my time here."
>your trial proceeds with much predicted public outcry
>it had taken all the royal guards efforts to prevent ponies from storming the halls of justice to lunch you themselves
>you had been sentenced to death by public hanging
>it wasn't nearly as scary as you'd thought it would be, standing on the gallows, awaiting somepony to throw that switch
>you'd stared death in the face a dozen times previously
>you refuse the opportunity to offer any last words before the end comes
>as the platform drops out from under you and the rope tightens, you catch a glance at Celestia weeping from her perch, her sister standing by her side, comforting her
>they were the only two ponies who would ever know the truth of what had happened here today
>as you had hoped it would be
>now, finally, death was coming for you
>you weren't sad though
>you hoped, somehow, that maybe that pink horse would be waiting on you on the other side