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Black Bufferfly Final

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  1. >The comforting warmth that seemed to radiate from Pinkies' embrace; even as her wet coat sent shivers through you with it's dampness, is all but forgotten.
  2. >"Ya know, I think that once we get done with all this gloomy stuff; I need to throw a survived the end o-"
  3. >It isn't stopping.
  4. >The loneliness and distant whispers of this place; where the butterflies drift down all around with relentless abandon invades your senses more frequently with each step.
  5. >Though you feel so tired that it's difficult to even notice when it happens.
  6. >"-nd cupcakes, and cake-cakes, and my special gummy punch!"
  7. >Will it follow you forever?
  8. >Even after Anon is safe once more, and the demon is sealed back in his mind?
  9. >Each cold droplet of rain that soaks you to your core; each rumbling tremor from the groaning sky above is countered by a small stretch of time in that noiseless space.
  10. >Where the spectral shadows of death float both down towards; and in the reflection; upwards from the earth in equal measure.
  11. >"Of course, Pinkie; when has there ever not been an exc-"
  12. >You've come to accept the reality of the mirror image as fact.
  13.  
  14. >Perhaps it's the grips of insanity clutching you ever tighter, but you can't risk ignoring it.
  15. >If it's there that she lies in wait, then it would be foalish of you to simply pretend it doesn't exist.
  16. >She would use your self induced ignorance against you with deadly repercussions; you're sure of it.
  17. >"-re as shoot wouldn't mind a good ol' fashioned shindig after we set the sun back where it's suppost'ta be, how bout' you Fluttershah?"
  18. >Each puddle of dark water that you pass is another opportunity for her to spear you with her malice.
  19. >Every look back at your visibly concerned friends; every glance into their shining eyes is another chance for her to draw you into that dead world that is more lifeless than the rainy, pitch black night around you.
  20. >"Fluttersha-"
  21. >Trotting down the path towards the edge of town alongside the group is getting easier and easier.
  22. >The rules of the game are becoming more clear to you every passing second.
  23. >You're growing used to this new Poneville; as dark and twisted as it may seem on the surface.
  24. >That vermilion glow that waits in the mirror is so much worse.
  25. >The eyes that lie at the edge of your vision have grown even more intense in their scrutiny, but you can't seem to work up the will to care any longer.
  26. >Let them look; they've already seen every dark part of you that was kept hidden away so well.
  27. >"-t's wrong with her; but the sooner we can get through this, the better..."
  28. >The thoughts and feelings that were buried so deep that you never had to face what they showed of your character.
  29. >What more is there for them to uncover?
  30. >The things you've done to Anon are not something a good pone would do; no matter how hard you've tried to convince yourself that it was all for him.
  31. >You're sure of it now; the judgmental gaze of the eyes have seen fit to make you sure.
  32.  
  33. >"Say, Shy! You don't need to look so do-"
  34. >The other place dominates your sight and hearing once more; coming through in a wave and drowning out all sound save the whispers that are too soft to quite grasp.
  35. >Continuing to canter forward is your only choice in the never ending ashfall of those umbral specters.
  36. >You no longer mind if you step across the black ripples that they create when they touch the surface of the earth.
  37. >They aren't really dead anyway; simply passing on through to rise up in the reflection.
  38. >Rising towards that sky of darkness that seems to go on forever; to be swallowed up and spit back out on this side again; ever repeating in an endless cycle.
  39. >"-eel that, Twilight; Fluttershy...?"
  40. >Your friends voice breaks through the silence with another deep rumble from above; the rain once more washing away those shadowy circles cast across the ground.
  41. "I'm fine, Rarity..."
  42. >You aren't fine.
  43. >It scares you; the time you increasingly spend there and the implications behind it.
  44. >Are you drawing closer to the black death that this world seems to represent?
  45. >Are you ever even really in that other place at all?
  46. >"Darling, please listen; do you f-"
  47. >You're tired, and you're wet, and you're cold; and you don't even care anymore, because all of those things aren't what are making you feel so miserable.
  48. >If only it were so easy to just sink into the ground like these butterflies that fall like soft snow.
  49. >Sink down into the earth and then rise into the sky on the other side without ever having to worry, or think about why you're doing it.
  50. >Your gait is halted as the distant whispering becomes more defined without getting any louder.
  51. >Straining your ears; they flick about in effort to understand the words that seem to come from so far away.
  52.  
  53. Recommended listening
  54. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CFZ9g9vEdbE
  55.  
  56. >"-EN'T YOU RUNNING!? MOVE!"
  57. >Breaking from the silent reverie of that place once more with a blink; you find a terrified Rainbow Dash yelling just inches from your muzzle; barely audible behind the deafening roar that echoes out over the sound of the deluge.
  58. >You focus on the clear lines of horror that are creased in detail on her face; on the now constant rumbling groans from the sky, in an effort to remain tethered to this side of your apparent madness.
  59. >The whispering voices that carry in that windless darkness of the other world bleed through; something important is happening here that you can't afford to miss.
  60. >"SHY, PLEASE; WE HAVE TO GO; NOW!"
  61. >Why is she screaming at you?
  62. >Glancing up with a blank look as lightning tears through the sky above; you see the reason for her distress.
  63. >Ah.
  64. >The thread has snapped; the moon is falling.
  65. >Slowly coursing downwards in a writhing mass, the endless leviathan above pushes closer and closer; as though its' only desire is to sweep away the earth in its' shadowy current.
  66. >You can hear the raging voice of each butterfly in that black stream as it falls; culminating into the bone shaking roar that makes the very air around you tremble.
  67. >Seeing the wisps of the other girls already a ways ahead of you; you break into a gallop to catch up.
  68. >Rainbow keeps pace with you; such a good friend.
  69. >She could probably get out from under the shadow of this mountainous weight if she wanted to; and yet here at your side she remains.
  70. >Loyal to a fault; or maybe...
  71. >Maybe she just knows something you don't.
  72. >That the looming darkness above truly does go on forever.
  73. >That there is nowhere in the universe that isn't under threat of it's descent.
  74.  
  75. >You're oh so close to your home now; you can see it there in the distance.
  76. >Standing at your open front door; the other girls wave at the two of you frantically; urging you to move faster.
  77. >The great serpent of butterflies has almost reached the tops of the houses now; it's surely already washed away the upper level of Town Hall, and Sweet Apple Acres on the hill at the edge of town.
  78. >You almost want to turn and see what holds in store for the things it spirits away; where it carries what is picked up by the furious slipstream of darkness.
  79. >The time simply doesn't remain to do so; you can already see it flowing over the roof of your cottage.
  80. >It's massive pressure almost grinding you into the path below without even touching you.
  81. >As you slow a few steps from your doorway to look up at the beauty of those uncountable phantom butterflies; a rainbow blur hammers into you from behind and throws you through.
  82. >The door slams shut at your back.
  83. >You aren't sure if your other friends went in before you; but you assume so.
  84. >Standing up to look for them, the empty cottage; illuminated by the wisp is all that you see.
  85. >Not even your critters are there to greet you; and you do so miss your Angel Bunny.
  86. >Turning back towards the door; the thought crosses your mind that they're still outside waiting to be let in.
  87. >But no; even in your delirious state, you understand on a very basic level that to open that door would be the last thing you ever did.
  88. >So instead you turn and proceed up the stairs; intent on going into your bedroom where surely Anon awaits.
  89. >What makes you so sure of this; you don't really know.
  90. >It seems a tad illogical considering the lengths he would go to in order to avoid that room.
  91. >And even if not for that; there he is right in front of you, walking quietly down the hallway.
  92. "Anon..."
  93. >Trotting after him; you reach the door to the storage closet just as he closes it behind him.
  94.  
  95. >Throwing it open, you don't find the linens stacked neatly on shelves as you expected, but an empty bathroom.
  96. >Anons bathroom.
  97. >This doesn't surprise you as much as you feel it should; the weight of the days events seeming to dull your mind into accepting anything with little fuss.
  98. >You were so close, if only you'd reached out sooner...
  99. >Solemnly making your way inside with a sigh; you close the door behind you before looking around for any trace that Anon may have been here.
  100. >Any clue as to where he may have gone.
  101. >As you snoop around the shower that you're so intimately familiar with, you catch sight of something moving in the mirror besides your own pale yellow coat.
  102. >There is no spite radiating outward from it and into you, so it probably isn't her.
  103. >Standing on your hind legs and resting your hooves on the counter, you use your new viewpoint to survey the reflection for any discrepancies.
  104. >It's the door, it's cracked open now.
  105. >Turning your head, you see the door is closed just as you left it.
  106. >Facing the mirror once more; you smile at the sight that greets you.
  107. >Anon stands behind you; looking down at you with a blank face, and dead eyes that don't reflect the light in the room.
  108. >Craning your neck, you find yourself alone; the bathroom remaining unchanged.
  109. "Anon...?"
  110. >Daring to look into that lying mirror one final time, you let yourself fall back down to the floor and slowly proceed to the door.
  111. >It isn't really him.
  112.  
  113. >The real Anon is sobbing in fear somewhere; his features aren't morphed into a visage of fury.
  114. >Your reflection remains standing on its' hind legs; the fake Anons' hands wrapped around its' throat.
  115. >Its' eyes are rolled back into it's head, mouth open in a silent scream as those shadowy butterflies rise up from it to float through the ceiling.
  116. >With a look of rage on his face, the image of Anon begins to soundlessly bang your reflections head against the glass, causing hairline fractures to web out from the points of impact.
  117. >Opening the door; you step back out into your hallway to continue your search.
  118. >As you suspected, from your bedroom comes the voice of the real Anon; crying your name in a pained, pleading tone; as though begging you for absolution.
  119. >But is the rage that you saw on that mirrors image so far from the usual reality?
  120. >You've never heard Anon cry, or even sound scared.
  121. >But angry...?
  122. >Trotting over to your bedroom, you open the door to find an endless blackness stretching out before you; there doesn't even seem to be a ground.
  123. >This is where his voice is coming from, so here you must dare to tread.
  124. >Stepping through the doorway; you find yourself fetlock deep in dark water.
  125. >It wasn't groundless; just a pool reflecting the black sky above.
  126. >Staring down at your mirror image; those dull red eyes bore back into you with all of the deep hatred that you've come to expect from her.
  127. >Why does she look at you like that? With such malice as to rip you apart without even touching you?
  128. >Your lips move of their own accord as her voice that drips in velvety seductiveness reaches up to you from the water.
  129. >You can't help but wonder which side is really speaking, and which is the reflection now.
  130. >"It's because you're weak."
  131.  
  132. >You're right.
  133. >You are weak; nothing in the face of the deathly power in that other world behind glass.
  134. >Nothing standing against the dull, contemptuous stare that gazes back up at you.
  135. >You're nothing but the perverted eyes that wait on the outside looking in; panting to yourself, and wishing to reach out and touch.
  136. >"What did you plan to do when you reached the end of the path? Did you intend to fight me for him? Tear my new toy from from my hooves all by yourself?"
  137. >You aren't strong enough to stand against that baleful force of nature; the sorrow, and rage, and madness that stares into your very soul.
  138. >But the reflection is truth; all you have to do is reach out and claim it; you know that now.
  139. >For Anon; whatever it takes to save him.
  140. "He isn't yours; you won't touch him again..."
  141. >You can see the dead smile beneath you widen ever so slightly; still not enough to ever hope to reach those lifeless eyes the color of blood.
  142. >"...Why...?"
  143. >The weight of the word is just as great as it was the first time that you asked yourself this question; threatening to drag you down into the cold depths of the endless sky reflected beneath you.
  144. >And yet it rolls off of you like the wet chill that holds your body.
  145.  
  146. >Because
  147. "He's mine..."
  148. >You don't laugh in sadistic amusement this time; though you can still see it lying in your gaze.
  149. >Your smile grows ever wider as you close your eyes and lean your muzzle down into the mirror surface of the black water.
  150. >And then the warmth of the sun is shining down upon you again; after so long.
  151. >Opening your eyes to take in the light that you had almost forgotten even existed; you rise to your hooves and look once more to Anons' window.
  152. >The purple glow of Twilights' spell dies down as Anon locks eyes with you a second time.
  153. >His frown deepens in anger; but you continue to stare on.
  154. >Your vision loses focus as you take in the endless black sky in the windows reflection, and the murky sanguine eyes that stare back at you lifelessly.
  155. >The butterflies mirrored behind you sink on dead wings into silent obscurity; and surely in reality they rise up from all around to be swallowed by that invisible undulating stream above.
  156. >For now; you're on the right side of the glass.
  157. >And all to soon, Anon will join you here; his defiant rage twisted into a deep, uncontrollable fear as he sobs before you in supplication.
  158. >If it will lead to his happiness; you would do anything.
  159.  
  160. >Wait... Of fucking course, every fucking day.
  161. >God damnit. Why are her teeth pointy?
  162. >Is she wearing a set of plastic vampire fangs that you win in those retarded crane games?
  163. >She ducks down beneath the window as your eyes meet.
  164. >Because you'll totally forget she's there if she hides quickly enough.
  165. >Dumbass.
  166. >Only a few seconds pass before she stands back up and locks eyes with you again; but in those few seconds, something seems to have changed about her.
  167. >For starters; the fact that she's keeping eye contact with you instead of glancing away nervously, and spewing spaghetti from every orifice.
  168. >As the glow of Twilights' spell dies from the room; you raise back to your full height and glance down to the panting alicorn at your feet.
  169. "...Soooo..."
  170. >Panning your head around the room; you take in all the mystical levels of jack shit nothing.
  171. >Turning back to your Rainbro; she simply shrugs and looks at Twilight quizzically.
  172. "Where's the goods; oh Princess, my princess?"
  173. >Recovering her breath, the little lavender pone scans the room in confusion.
  174. >"I don't know what could have gone wrong; it should have worked perfectly! The thaumatic energies from your world were perfectly implemented to resonate in line wi-"
  175. >Blocking her out as she goes of on some tangent in whatever the magical equivalent of techno-babble is; you glance back to the window to see Fluttershy continuing to stare in at you.
  176. >Fuck that.
  177. "Yeah, sure, whatever; just fix it."
  178. >Walking towards your door as Twilight continues to ramble, and Dashie makes herself comfortable on your couch; you open it and step outside.
  179.  
  180. Recommended Listening
  181. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Y4RSFDoM7YM
  182.  
  183. >The sun is especially bright as you walk around your house to confront your obvious stalker.
  184. >Catching sight of her as she stares dazedly at your window; you call out as you step over to her side.
  185. "Oi. Flutterstutter."
  186. >She blinks at your voice and slowly cranes her neck to take you in.
  187. >There's definitely something off about her.
  188. >Her eyes look a bit glazed over, definitely lacking their usual vibrant shade of teal.
  189. >Smiling softly as she greets you; even her voice seems different.
  190. >"Hello, Anon... I've missed you so much."
  191. >Shaking your head; you glare down while trying to keep your temper in check.
  192. "Please don't. Mind explaining what the fuck you're doing on the side of my house wearing plastic vampire teeth? They aren't my fetish."
  193. >Giggling softly, her eyes become even more dull and hazy.
  194. >Her gaze trails up past you and keeps moving higher, like she's following something drifting slowly into the sky.
  195. >Tilting your head up to see what she's looking at; you find only the glare of the sun and the bright blue sky.
  196. "...Have I ever told you what a whackjob you are?"
  197. >Pulling her eyes back down to you; she simply continues to smile softly in a way that doesn't convey any warmth or happiness.
  198. >Turning to make your way back inside; you give her a parting shot for critical damage.
  199. "Right well; I'm headin in. You can fuck off."
  200. >Before you round the corner you look back to see her beginning to flap her wings to take to the air.
  201. "Bye for now, Anon..."
  202. >She doesn't adopt the teary eyed, pouty look that she usually takes on after you tell her off; but a serene, almost lifeless expression.
  203. >It's unsettling.
  204. >She floats up and seems to dance in the light with a ghostly partner; showing more grace than you thought her capable of.
  205. "..."
  206. >What a creep.
  207. >Shaking your head a final time; you head back to your door with the sound of her humming fading into the distance.
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