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- >it had been a week since Rainbow Dash's death
- >it had hit you a lot harder than the others
- >perhaps it was the spontaneity of it that had gotten to you
- >or the fact that Rainbow Dash had been a good pony and you had killed her
- >you shook your head
- >it had been necessary. Pinkamena might've been the one to wind up dead instead
- >despite any misgivings, you knew her safety and life were paramount
- >despite knowing this, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to go horribly wrong in this situation with Pinkamena
- >Pinkamena had been very affectionate with you since Rainbow's death
- >you had the scars to prove it
- >you took solace in her embrace, it was the one source of comfort you still had admist the sea of turmoil your mind had become
- >other thoughts had been plaguing you as well
- >like why the hell could you barely remember your life from before all this with Pinkamena had started
- >how had you even gotten to Equestria in the first place?
- >you did you best to push these thoughts aside as you sat on a bench in the local park
- >the sun's warmth was rather relaxing today
- >a strange thought struck you
- >here, the sun doesn't even rise on it's own
- >"Hello Anon," a voice from beside you greeted
- >you nearly toppled the bench over backwards in surprise
- >the purple unicorn that had been the source of your disturbance giggled slightly at your response
- >"Oh, hi Twilight Sparkle," you greeted sheepishly. "I was just thinking about...some things."
- >"I could tell," she answers, hopping onto the bench beside you and lay-sitting like these little horses tend to do
- >there a few moments of uncomfortable silence and you try to think of what to say
- >"Sun's nice today," you comment idly.
- >"Isn't it?" Twilight agrees enthusiastically. Princess Celestia has really outdone herself today."
- >she pauses for a moment
- >"I once remember you telling me where you came from the sun and moon rise and set all on their own. That's such a strange thing to consider..." Twilight trails off
- >had you told her that? You couldn't recall.
- >"I could say the same thing about them having to be moved manually," You counter.
- >"I suppose that's fair," she concedes.
- >"I didn't come over here to discuss that though," she continues, looking up at you and into your eyes.
- >"Something is troubling you Anon. It's practically written all over you..."
- >had you really been that obvious?
- >"It's nothing I can't handle," you assure her
- >her gaze is unflinching
- >she isn't buying it
- >you had wandered around for a few hours aimlessly, trying to sort out just how much Twilight knew about the situation
- >if she had suspected you had had a hand in the recent disappearances, she wouldn't have just talked to you so nonchalantly like that, you'd reasoned
- >and had she suspected Pinkamena, you imagined she'd have been much more direct in pressing you for details concerning her situation
- >you decided it was time to head home
- >you let yourself into the house
- >you were shocked by what you saw
- >there were slight scorchmarks on the walls and floors, and a few spots of dried blood on the floor
- >you start to panic immediately
- >you rush through the house, searching for Pinkamena
- >to your relief, you find her in the bathroom, snipping small locks of her mane
- >you notice that the ends of it have been scorched
- >"Oh heya Nonny!" Pinkamena greeted you happily
- >"What the hell happened here?!" you ask incredulously
- >"Oh it was just the beeeeest day!" she replies. "Twilight came over to visit!"
- >that explained the scorchmarks
- >but what the hell had happen-
- >"We had so much fun," Pinkamena continued unabated. "She was a little...reluctant at first, but I convinced her to see it my way!"
- >"Where is she now?" you ask quickly. "Is she still-?"
- >"Oooh, somebody's eager," she comments, placing a hoof on your thigh. "Yeah, I didn't end the fun without you Nonny. She's in the room, you can go see her if you want. Show her just how fun you can be!"
- >you rush into the chamber where you'd had your special brand of fun so many times before
- >and there she was, Twilght Sparkle, looking like she'd been through seven kinds of hell
- >which wasn't an entirely innacrate assessment
- >"A...Anon..." she moaned in your direction
- >"Yes...it's me..." you answer, feeling complete misery
- >"This...this is what you were involved in...wasn't it?"
- >blood was still oozing out of a few of the cuts on her body
- >you didn't answer, letting the hanging silence be your form of tacit admission
- >Why...?" she asked weakly. "Why is Pinkie Pie doing this...we were...such good friends..."
- >"She says you all abandoned her," you explain, unsure of why you were even bothering to explain things to her.
- >"Says that she has to show you just what it feels like to be scared and alone like she was."
- >"That's...I..." the tears begin to flow out of her bloodshot eyes anew
- >You move a bit closer, sitting beside the bed and placing a hand on her shoulder
- >she winces a bit from the contact on her sore form, but accepts it
- >"I...I love her," you explain. "It's my responsibility to do the things she asks of me. I owe her that much for having given me so much."
- >"Love her?" Twilight asks, in disbelief of what you'd just said
- >"Yes," you reply. "Her love is the only thing that's kept me going through all this madness. Knowing that she'll never leave me, will never abandon me."
- >"After the things she's done?" Twilight responds. "After the things she's made you do? How could that ever be considered love?!"
- >anger well up in you and you squeeze her shoulder hard, prompting her to let out a cry of pain
- >"You could never understand," you tell her. "Pinkamena and I share a very special bond, one that no one else in the world may be able to understand, but it is very real. Don't ever suggest such a thing again, do you understand me?"
- >Twilight nods in agreement
- >well, as best as she can manage between her restraints and the unicorn magic suppressing headgear
- >You smile, giving her battered form another assessment
- >Pinkamena had really worked her over
- >you were honestly surprised she was even conscious at the moment
- >"Do you ever think about your life before all this started?" Twilight asked after a few more moments of silence.
- >"Not really," you lied, unconvincingly
- >her response was cut off by the door swinging open behind you
- >"So, whatcha up to Nonny?!" Pinkamena exclaimed happily
- >She pauses for a moment, noticing the distinct lack of any new aggression having occurred since you'd entered
- >"What's the matter Nonny? You wouldn't wanna keep Twilight waiting on having all sorts of fun, now wouldja?"
- >you look at her, and she looks right back
- >you raised you fist slowly above her face
- >her look doesn't even shift
- >she knows what you have to to do, and she's prepared to accept it
- >but why?
- >that hour you'd spent subjecting Twilight to more abuse and violation was the most difficult hour you'd ever experienced
- >she'd cried out in pain, begged for it to stop, but you knew she was putting on an act for your benefit
- >why was she going to such great lengths for your benefit, when you were her tormentor, and a murderer?
- >it made no goddamn sense
- >it'd be so much easier if she'd just hated you like the others
- >the though plagued you all night long, you didn't get an ounce of rest as the sun started shining through the window the next morning.
- >Pinkamena announced to you over breakfast she had some things to take care of today and wouldn't be back until that evening
- >she admonished you not to have TOO much fun with Twilight today, and you knew what she meant
- >you watched her leave after the meal was concluded, wondering what sort of errands she had to run
- >shaking it off, you headed back towards the room where Twilight was held captive
- >"Anon..." she greeted weakly.
- >"Twilight," you answered evenly.
- >"I...don't think I'm gonna...last too much longer..." she breathed, more tears welling up in her.
- "Oh...oh no..." you start to panic. If Twilight died while Pinkamena was away, you'd-
- "It's allright..." she responded. "I know now what's...been going on here...I...don't blame you for this, Anon..."
- >fucking hell, she really was slipping away
- >panic starts to well up inside you
- >watdowatdowatdo
- >"But...this has to stop..." she continues. "Promise me...after this...you'll stop the killing..."
- >suddenly, her eyes flash glowing white
- >what the fuck was happening-
- >the headgear exploded violently off of her head
- >guess it wasn't built to restrain a pony who was essentially a living avatar of magic itself when her powers were fully realized
- >was she going to kill you?
- >was this some sort of adrenaline surge right before she died?
- >you realized if she was going to kill you there wasn't going to be anything you could do to stop it
- >"Before I'm gone...let me set you...free..." Twilight's voice had a very disturbing echoing property to it now
- >her horn is aglow with power
- >you find yourself telekinetically restrained to the floor
- >much to your surprise, she gently floats over to you instead of reducing you to your constituent atoms
- >her horn softly touches your forehead
- >you feel a surge of energy coursing through every part of your body
- >but the physical sensation is like nothing compared to what is happening in your mind
- >it felt like trying to set your own broken arm, except mentally
- >thoughts, memories, emotions, all flashing by in a million different directions at once
- >your family back home on earth
- >your confusion as you'd awoken in a field outside one morning
- >being found by the talking ponies from that cartoon you'd loved
- >getting to know a few ponies in town
- >then one night it had happened
- >you'd blacked out after a particularly raucous night of drinking and awoken...here
- >with Pinkie Pie
- >no
- >with Pinkamena
- >then the memories of recent events flashed trough your mind
- >the endless tortures you'd endured
- >the slow loss of sanity as it had become overwhelming
- >you'd been desperate to cling to anything to keep yourself grounded in reality
- >and the only thing you'd had was Pinkamena
- >it was her
- >it had always been her
- >she had done this to you, molded you into this monster you'd become
- >she had taken advantage of your devotion to exact vengeance on her friends
- >and you knew one other thing
- >she wouldn't stop after they were all dead
- >she'd keep on killing
- >and you'd be standing there beside her, helping to enact the atrocities, telling yourself the whole time it was all for her
- >it had to stop
- >and you were the only one who could end it
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- >you snap back to reality, feeling your throat burning
- >you must have been screaming for a long time
- >you take assessment of the room
- >everything is in shambles, destroyed by the surge of magical energy
- >at least the walls were still intact
- >you gaze down at the body of the unicorn who had been the source of the devastation
- >Twilight had sacrificed everything in order to free you from Pinkamena's grasp
- >you reach down and close her eyelids with your hand, giving her lifeless body a small kiss on the crown of her head as you do so
- >you'd be damned if you were going to let her death -all the deaths- have been in vain
- >you were going to stop Pinkamena
- >somehow
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