Black Bufferfly

"Just do it, don't be a pussy"
>Twilights' now rosy cheeks puff out at your slight, making your Rainbro snicker in the air behind you.
>"That's not nice! And no! I don't want you bringing your human filth into our world and corrupting innocent pones!"
>Her argument is sound, but you are a master of deconstructing the logical points of others to win debates.
"Do it, faget."
>Oh yeah, the logic trembles before the might of your mind.
>Those purple eyes narrow at you, and a low growl comes to her throat as her tail starts whipping about in annoyance.
>She's cracking.
>"She probably can't handle it, bro. That's like, Celestia tier magicalmumbojumbo."
>Just what you needed, thank you Dashie.
"Yeah, you're probably right. I guess it was too much to expect a PRINCESS OF FUCKING MAGIC to be able to do something as simple as this."
>doitdoitdoitdoit
>Her teeth grind together and her eyes become nothing but narrow slits, but you can tell she's going to take the bait.

>You seriously doubt that this is as simple as you say; it borders on the influence of a god.
>The implications behind the creation of matter are staggering.
>But apparently it's pretty common around here; just think of something, and you can poof it into existence with the right spell.
>The thought crossed your mind as to how their economy functions at all when those hax as shit unicorns can just summon bits, or food, or whatever the fuck they want.
>When you asked about it, that naive lavender face looked at you in shocked innocence.
>"But that would be wrong! We have to pay for the things we want with the bits that we've earned ourselves through hard work." She said.
>Seriously, you can see where Sombra was coming from.
>He wasn't evil, just an opportunist.
>"FINE!!"
>Stomping her way up to you, she hoofs you roughly in the stomach causing you to bend over with an "oof".
>At your new lowered height, she is able to touch her now brightly glowing horn to your forehead.
>Fuck yeah, here we go.
>Wait... Of fucking course, every fucking day.
>God damnit. Why are her tee-

>Sitting outside of Anons house, you peek in through the window.
>He has visitors over at the moment so you probably shouldn't barge in with today's guess yet, even if you think it's a really good one.
>Smiling happily to yourself, you watch Anon having a heated conversation with Twilight and Rainbow while you play with a pair of plastic vampone teeth you won in a crane game.
"Vampones are s-sexy... Raarrr..."
>There's no way he'll be able to resist you with these.
>A giggle bubbles up from you as you practice bearing your "fangs" in the window.
>Oh my...
>Poor Anon just got hit in the stomach, and Twilight is casting some sort of spell.
>OH!
>Locking eyes with Anon through the glass, you duck quickly and try to keep quiet.
>Huddled down beneath the window, you don't notice the pitch black tendrils rising upwards from the roof.
>What you do notice is the ear splitting screech ringing out into the sky; combining into cacophonous harmony with the sound of slowly tearing flesh, and some of the most grotesque, pained moans that have ever been heard in Equestria.
>An electronic whine is slowly rising in the background of this horrible noise, briefly fading into static every few seconds.
"EEEEP!"
>You put your head beneath your hooves in an effort to drown out the sound of millions being tortured into screaming, wailing, death rattling torrents of misery.
>Stallions, mares, even foals...
>This is too much, nothing should ever be hurt badly enough to make those kinds of sounds.

>Quickly rising to your hooves, you gallop to the front door and begin to bang relentlessly.
>All around town, the pones begin to panic as you are, collecting their young and seeking whatever shelter is nearby.
"Oh, please...! let me in, LET ME IN!"
>The sun above you starts to fade away all too quickly, as the ground beneath you begins to tremble.
>What in the name of Celestia is this?
>Continuing to bang on the door is a pointless endeavor amidst the din of all this noise, but it's all you can do to keep from fainting.
>All too soon the light of day is completely spurned by an all consuming darkness, and the only illumination remaining is from the candles set ablaze in the houses of Poneville, and the unicorns attempting to keep the artificial night at bay with their magic.
>The cries of suffering just get louder, and louder, and louder; with the bursts of static being enough to almost set your ears bleeding.
"CELESTIA, MAKE IT STOP!!!"
>With a final whimper and groan, it comes to an end.
>Standing alone in the dark, you once more attempt to get the attention of those inside.
"ANON, PLEASE!"
>The door is thrown open by a visibly disturbed Rainbow Dash, who immediately steps aside to grant you entrance and begins zooming about; lighting the candles that Anon keeps around the house.
>"Shy! Hurry it up, get in here!"
>You don't need to be told twice.
>Galloping into the room with tears in your eyes, you see Twilight standing over the trembling form of Anon.
>He sits on the floor with his face buried in his hands; rocking back and forth, and mumbling to himself in a quiet, shaky voice as Twilight speaks to him softly.

>You slowly trot to his side, concern for his well being overriding all other thought.
"W-what happened!?"
>Twilight turns to face you, and it's clear that she blames herself for his current state.
>As she should, it could have been nopony else.
>The area around her eyes are puffy and red from her tears, but she keeps her voice steady as she explains the situation to you.
>"There was a bit of a mishap with a spell Anonymous asked me to cast..."
>Obviously.
>You would never say as much out loud, but you have never felt the urge to yell at somepony as much as you do right now; staring at this mare who did something so horrible as to make Anon look like this.
"What did you do, Twilight...?"
>She looks away from you in sadness before continuing to speak.
>"He... He just wanted some things from his old world. He said there was nothing scary enough here to keep him entertained, and that I should use my magic to create some things for him. I didn't mean for this to happen."
>It's hard, but you manage to control your anger for the sorrowful Alicorn in front of you.
>She isn't at fault, she didn't do this on purpose.
>Reaching out a hoof to Anon, you speak gently to him as you would a frightened animal.
"Anon, it's going to b-"
>Your heart breaks in two when you see him flinch away from your touch, and scurry across the floor in an attempt to flee from you.
>He has shown you anger; even contempt when you've upset him in the past, but never fear.
"Anon..."
>Resuming his prior posture, there is now the added sound of sobbing mixed in with his quiet mumbles.

>You've never seen him act this way.
>He's usually so aloof and nonchalant; beating down anything troubling that comes his way with a ruthless sarcasm and lack of care.
>Your Anon would never cry openly in front of other pones, no matter what was going on around him.
>Something is terribly wrong here, more so than what's happening outside.
>"Twilight, what are we gonna do? What's happening out there?"
>She begins to pace back and forth while shaking her head, her mane already taking on the frazzled look that lets you know how stressed she is.
>"I don't know Rainbow, I have no clue what went wrong. I really need Anonymous to answer some questions, but in the state he's in..."
>Glancing back at him; it's clear to everypone present the he won't be much help in the current situation.
>An iron will enters your heart as you look over him.
>It's going to be up to you to keep him safe until he recovers; to bring Anon back from whatever fearful thing has taken hold of his mind.
>"Uh, guys? I think you should take a look at this..."
>Hearing Rainbow calling out to you from the window, you trot to her side to look out on what you can still see of Poneville.
"What is it?"
>Following the line of her pointing hoof, you glance up into the sky to see something that steals the breath from both Twilight, and yourself.

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>It's you, but not the same.
>Her colors are duller; more muted, like all the vibrancy of life has left her.
>Leathery wings, resembling a bats extend from her back with a far greater span than would be needed to maintain flight.
>She wears a tattered cloak that stands out for being even more pitch black than the absolute night she floats in; as though the tone is not just the lack of color and light, but is actually absorbing what little is left of these things from the air around her.
>The black butterfly marks on her flanks seem to shift and writhe in the darkness as she dances above the world with a grace that you wish yourself capable of.
>Her vermilion eyes glow softly, but at the same time are so clouded and murky that they could belong to a corpse.
>She lowers herself to set hoof on the earth; slowly trotting towards your hiding place.
>Where she steps, umbral butterflies drift lazily upwards in her wake.
>Reaching the house, she doesn't bother stopping; simply vanishes from the porch, and rises into physical form from her shadow cast beneath the door.
>She speaks to you; showing each pronounced canine as her lips part, but the words don't reach your ears.
>The sound does.
>That voice, it's everything you wished you could be.
>Smooth as velvet; deep, rich and seductive; exuding a confidence that would be impossible for you to achieve.

>You cannot move; only continue to stare in awe at this creature that is surely evil itself wearing a mask of your face.
>Fear should be taking hold, dread for the doppelganger standing before you, but all you can feel is a calm desire to submit to it's will.
>Perhaps it could show you how to move like it does; walk like it, talk, and be as beautiful as it is.
>Maybe then, Anon...
>Your eyes snap open as you come back to yourself.
>She isn't talking to you, she never was.
>She stands before Anon; YOUR Anon, and softly strokes his face with her hoof.
>The panic and fear in his eyes have drained away to a lackluster tranquility, as though he has been sedated by her gaze.
>"Anon..."
>You hate that voice for saying his name; for coming from your mouth that isn't yours.
>Twilight and Rainbow stare blankly ahead in the same way that you're sure you were just moments ago.
>You're by yourself in dealing with this monster that from looks alone, could be your sister.
"G-get away from him!"
>Her eyes that shine in dull malevolence turn to regard you; the look behind them whispering in unspoken contempt that she isn't impressed by what she sees.
>"...Why?"
>That single utterance that is finally directed at you turns your blood to ice, the weight behind that one word crashing down on you like a sheet of cold rain.
>It's all you can do to keep standing on your trembling legs.

"B-because... He's... M-mine..."
>Can things that lack a soul; things born of endless malice feel happiness, or joy?
>"Mphh... PhahahaHAHAHAHA!"
>No, it's nothing but sadistic amusement in her voice as she laughs at your near silent rebuke.
>Mocking you; mocking your weakness in the face of a being capable of bringing about your end, and the ends of those around you with nothing more than the slightest wave of her hoof.
>The innate knowledge of how easily she could kill you comes completely unbidden, but it's there all the same.
>A testament to instincts that have gone long unused by your kind; instincts to hide away from the darkness and the sharp things that wait within.
>She is death, and hatred, and disease.
>She is rage, and suffering, and the sadness of over 7 billion beings.
>The feeling of holding a dying foal in your hooves and being unable to do anything to ease it's passing.
>The sensation of drowning in a bottomless ocean that is too deep, and too dark to see anything beyond the endless black water that goes on forever in every direction; drawing you ever closer to that final gasp.
>All of this seeps into your mind as you gaze into those lifeless eyes.
>And she is laughing at you.
>How can you stand up to such a demon?

>"Oh, he belongs to you...?"
>Shivers run up your spine as her full concentration seems to hone in on you, as though she is laying terrible challenge to your claim.
>"Do you know why I'm here; the reason for my existence...? All of the worst things from his world, and yours in his mind; wrapped into one?"
>Stepping away from Anon, she almost glides her way towards you; hooves seeming to not even touch the ground as those phantom butterflies rise from the floor and begin to circle the room slowly.
>"It's because you are the one waking nightmare that he can never escape. You are what goes bump in the night; the monster hiding under his bed..."
>You stare into those deep red pools that are now inches from your muzzle, feeling her frigid breath passing a smile that holds no warmth.
"T-that's..."
>Anon gets very put out with you at times, but he would never...
>You've only ever wanted to show him your love.
>"All those times you've hidden away in his home; watching him from the shadows with lust filled eyes. You've see the way he's always glancing back over his shoulder; you know the reason why he never leaves a door partly opened behind him..."
>The butterflies are growing in number and getting faster; sweeping through the air in a swarm of shadow so thick as to cut off your sight of anything beyond those sanguine eyes.
>You vaguely hear a door opening, but the sound is only a distant drop of water echoing in the deep lake of hatred you find yourself swimming in.
>Oh sweet Celestia make her stop.

>"The way he checks every last dark corner before removing his clothes to bathe; how he never looks into a mirror after sunset for fear of seeing you standing by his reflection..."
>No, you love him!
>You'd never cause him such mental anguish!
>But you know her words are true, you've seen it all enough to realize...
>"Fluttershy!"
>A gout of emerald flame tears through the swirling blackness to wash over the monster before you, but she doesn't even so much as blink.
>"He locks his doors for the sole purpose of keeping you out; blinds his windows for no reason other than to keep your prying eyes at bay..."
>"Leave her alone!"
>The maelstrom of darkness raging through the room comes to an apex as she leaps back to Anons side with one great flap of those dreadful wings.
>With a deafening roar, every last flying mockery of what represents your love for the lives of all creatures; big and small, converge on the two to form an inky black orb of moonless midnight.
>"No, he was never yours... He's mine. If you want him so badly, then come and take him from me."
>And before you can blink away the standing tears in your eyes, they're gone.
>The orb sinks into the floor; the only evidence that it existed being the few remaining butterflies slowly drifting away from where it stood moments ago; left to melt through the walls and ceiling; leaving no trace.
>Collapsing to the floor; you barely register your name being called as the stress of the situation brings you to the sweet embrace of unconsciousness.