AGENT65613 - Cum Sighs 2: For You & Vinyl Too

“A big case of property damage without any leads or clues. Tonight, the search for answers to what happened at Canterlot High School one year ago continues.”
“Sometime during the night of Canterlot High’s Fall Formal Dance, the school building was seriously damaged. Much of the front wall surrounding the doorway collapsed and left an open hole. With a massive fifty foot wide, twenty foot deep sinkhole collapsed in the ground just feet away.”
“There’s very little making sense here. The damage… was unusual.”
“We just walked out of the dance and the front of the school was gone.”
“Sunset Shimmer led a school spirit reconstruction effort with fellow students alongside a gathering of engineers, architects and city officials who helped make the fix possible. Investigations that followed only turned up more questions than answers, little evidence, and no witnesses. Experts remain baffled as to how it happened.”
“It was a little weird to walk out and see the school and think, sinkholes? In my neighborhood?”
“Canterlot Police are not interested in giving up on this case after it goes cold tomorrow. They’re asking anyone who might have any useful information, even if it’s just a small or seemingly unimportant detail to please help in the community’s search for answers. Live from the new Canterlot High School Matt Bamf, News 7 Lolorado.”
“Canterlot Police are also looking for girl known for leadership at CHS days before the incident who disappeared shortly after. Twilight Sparkle was last seen at Canterlot High School on the night of the Fall Formal. She stands about five feet six inches tall with purple eyes and hair. She has a blue backpack with a purple star design and a small purple and green dog named Spike. Anyone that has seen or can help find Twilight Sparkle is asked to please contact Canterlot Police.”

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>Attention caught by the news, you’re Anon.
>Such a weird voice.
>And so many precipitous holes in just a word. It looked bad. Like always, what’s new?
>It wasn’t news when it happened. Why now?
D: “They didn’t have anything to say about unusually shady, somewhat upstate vehicles.”
D: “That not be news.”
>Dad speaks up.
A: “This is the first it’s been on the news. People at school don’t really talk about it.”
D: “Didn’t you go to that Fall Formal?”
A: “I rode by the building after work. It was weird.”
>Your bunnyhop wheelie stoppie 180 up through the new entrance not just a whole new weird.
>A feeling hit like life.
>An air so charged with a stopped energy, only awful as you stood.
>And the fall ever after just a jump down into hard dirt…
>Like one eternity’s words smashed apart in maelstrom.
>By golden moonlit irregularity, you didn’t stay to ride around in the school.
>Horrible the next morning and the next, the bad feeling remained.
>Until a cool new friend would show you something that would explain it all.
>In brave, clear HD a Vinyl you’re yet to meet climbs and films from up neighbor’s tree...
>Something else. No group of people who piled that whole rubble pile so neatly in the west field.
>Not one of them had one thing to say to agents in suits that Monday.
>Not one.
>The fireball murder of six girls turned party with the in the flesh angels.
D: “So they’re short on clues...”
>Dad speaks up.
D: “…Something of value anyone?”
>It was a software glitch of a storm to a Doppler radar’s clear sky.
>Brief, circular and not moving over CHS.
>Satellite, seismograph and Canterlot High tech all confirm.
>Your own sample of soil from the hole, nothing to share.
A: “I don’t think it was a sinkhole.”
D: “Nobody special’s sick and wrong new thing being tested on the high school?”
A: “I have no idea.”

D: “Well at least the school is ok now. Goodnight then.”
A: “Night Dad. Night Mom.”
D&M: “Goodnight!”
>The news just called Shimmer a sinkhole. After they got her to play into their game.
>It feels hollowing. Like you don’t want to live on this planet anymore.
>Good and bad battle so far up and down you and it’s beyond pleb again.
>Dad hasn’t said anything about your taking of the CRX... You wonder if he found out?
>If he cared? The shame simmers.
>It’s time to go tap on her window.
>Thinking about all of us ever is almost too extreme.
>The adverse effects of young girl and boy, not really dangerous. Not usually fatal.
>Mirror image faces of yours even, from centuries ago?
>How many Anons?
>How many Vinyl Scratches?
>Who where they? What did they learn? Do?
>Have happen to them?
>In the back of your mind, an internet you’re not even on displays the sped up pane series.
>Rolling constantly through the deep suburban, thoughts run clocked in well kept hardware.
>It doesn’t feel that right, as you remember back into a low tech early life.
>As if the electronic part of your environment itself is half not worth it anyhow.
>A list of mistakes to never make, dumb things to do, wrong to not be, the obsession flashes.
>What of continually celebrated regressive anything are you unintentionally?
>All the things that keep lives far above take up that many of your thought moments.
>Actually, there is this girl with these eyes…
>All the typical occurring makes a mind heavy. All those things you’re apart from.
>If we fail like this, are we being more fail than before? Or is perception just gone digital?
>Does it fluctuate with time? The degeneracy? Decadence? A short era’s yet to be seen?
>Supposed shortcoming only landed you on a good road.
>Supposed misfortune only proves for expansive better at that very rate.

>What do you really work for?
>Is it no use? Will the fall even be hard?
>Of that all things to land in, a good biology and a bicycle, in this.
>So many bullets dodged and still such a fleeing from.
>So many left and right falls caught by things.
>You know where this is going.
>The chain of thought broke. Thought destination missing.
>There’s a heat in your face and a hole in your heart.
>Her friendship in the scorching dark.
>What young boy girl friendship with a capital F survives the short term here.
>Here to lose and be lost we blur. Loved ones, and then you.
>Has existence really moved as fast as a kiss?
>At this point there is next to zero possibility.
>Vinyl will end up a superstar in this world.
>Vinyl may not end up yours.
>And she actually expects you to… And you are expected to… inside…
>Your pedals slow, you stop in a place you have not before.
>Head on collision with mistake, illusion, inexperience, misfortune or affliction for you.
>Not where family so often fails.
>You’re nothing like that love.
>You will never remove or move on from spirit like hers when the worst of the unseen hits.
>It’s not natural. It is only weird. Internally, pervasively. You do like her…
>And it’s only trapping.
>You cannot your first girl friend.
>You cannot deny the facts of friendship, feeling this prank of a place.
>You did mess up, but you won’t. That nice day after day is what’s to want. Not fail over feels.
>You really can’t think about this anymore.
>And turn around.>...It’s not even the biggest problem right now.
>The undefeated best place in the world to live under invasion.
>In uniform, a disgraced and flattened failure stares up every street.
>Unidentifiable black vehicles are parked and camping everywhere since the Fall Formal.
>Nefarious, obvious, pilotless. Mirror tinty paneled black history.
>Likely hives of smart new nanoschemes fitted to arrays of usual worst business.
>Like glossy ghosts stuck in twist around themselves, a mild entity of the asinine tantrum.
>Steeped in and failing us yet, the sluts are unjust.
>Bank and government slutton that leave you feeling like you’ve been riding a winding nowhere.
>You wish for it all to be ok and are not sure if that many will let it.
>More than one something wants that kind of rainbow.

>Folks don’t say much these days.
>It’s like a recognized demeanor now.
>It’s what the road you’re on reminds you of. The in at night suburb.
>Red light on the leaves of green suburban everything glows ultimate fortune at first sight.
>Another why many streets in Canterlot have no streetlights.
>Artifact treasures of the many that gathered more than they weathered.
>Weaves of glass, metal, wood, paper, string, candle wax, even spiders and web light this night.
>Talk to a neighbor about his lanterns and you could walk away with another life.
>Rolling past yards of them, it has helped you before.
>An easy on the eyes celebration around long before you.
>Many city blocks of lanterns, mostly in red.
>Some surely store bought, fixed into neat porch light.
>By nightly fire others, chandeleric accounts of timely years hoisted to trees.
>Many do many things. Motion activation… who knows.
>The sermon of the lanterns takes you out of your head and sets you on a rear tire’s stable.
>It says all of the words.
>Perfect light to the green suburban everything.
>A place for legend to stay and be heard, and the best ways.
>Of course no one in town witnessed Shimmer’s debacle.
>Someone’s lantern launched a flying camera for all you know.
>The news was implying again.
>You don’t want to go to bed with energy for these thoughts.
>Back outside, for the richest ride.
>The spirit of a great many on board with that fastest, whirling ride.
>Fulfilled and levitating the life down, you were one who could let alone would see it.
>For those who would know, the fall is hard. The us and them that know can’t really say.
>It costs little. It weighs nothing. Light speed balance on the celebrated new free.
>Alone or for you only, motion unrestricted goes momentous to invaluable.
>Then to flight and the ride of your life, that fantastically long and fast board.
>Ever after those high school riders stopped to ride in a more unleaded transport.

>All the secrets and prosperity they were thrown.
>All the overturned frames for progress they were allowed.
>All their striking variants of contemplation gone compatible.
>All the treasure they all took with them to their ever after the every moment.
>Each day an offer to define whatever the high’s ever undefined heights.
>Delivered from certain ruin of all offered the kinds down the ringer by day.
>Canterlot has many a choice of smooth, steep, long roads to run up.
>But DeKomend Park is your no better place to be.
>The opportunity to right othersidedly wrong wrong is actually here, in your day.
>The spirit of all those riders.
>You’re a drop of red in the titanic belt of grey black diamond.
>And you will drown in it.

>Two minutes away, a waterway bridge leads over into a paved hill of lawn.
>The wet grass encourages a reckless descent. Just a fast grass slide if you somehow manage.
>The sprinklers tap a perfect beat to the melody of your wheels on the thin wave.
>Your ok body and mind spinning on the board, bouncing out the dance toll.
>You begin to warp. The dizziness is defeatable.
>Going beyond your brain’s hardware you lose your sense but not your balance.
>And you do not fall. You were one who was able to.
>The suburban of Canterlot.
>From across the park two silhouettes can be seen on the swings. Whoa…
>You roll up to them right into the gravel with a speed, allowing yourself to be thrown.
>You roll on the gravel to a stop your back with your hands under your head.
V: “Anonymous, darling! What a lovely surprise!”
A: “DJ! Tavi! Here in my no place better to be. What’s up?”
T: “Good evening Anon.”
>Vinyl is swinging up as high as the bar.
V: “Ok, here’s the high PON-3’s best swing landing!”
>You think you hear someone coming, and turn to look.
>You get a funny feeling, like a constriction in your thoughts. But you don’t see anyone.
>Your left ear suddenly rings. What the heck?!
>Vinyl hits the ground like she has a best swing landing.
A: “Ahh..”
V: “Hey you weren’t looking!”
A: “You got eleven feet… assuming that bar is twelve.”
V: “Oh yeah? Oh that sounds about right...”
>You finger in the ear and the ring fades.
>Tavi looks like she heard it too, or is just looking with you.
>You look around the park but nobody’s there.
A: “Ok I gotta do one. I used to do this all the time.”
T: “Anon, catch!”
>You’re tossed an unopened bottle of icy tea.
A: “Black tea for the middle of night?”
V: “Hyeah, SWING CLUB! Tavi, you’re not even gonna do just a little jump?”

>Tavi picks up her swing with the proper knee extension, looking accosted.
>You pull up a swing and crack your tea. The tea is delicious.
>Tavi does a long, low to the ground speedy run jump planting a two foot slide in the gravel.
>She turns and takes a bow. Smooth.
V: “GRANDE! ENCORE! ENCORE!”
T: “Shhh… Vinyl…”
>The Vinyl’s volume makes Tavi’s face spaz. You make the same face upon seeing it.
V: “Your turn Anon!”
>You put down the tea and swing it high.
>You activate the eject. The air and gravity rush in your ears and chest.
>Wham, slisse! You slip at your feet and land on your hands and knees somehow.
V: “HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”
T: “Shh, Vinyl… I don’t want to have to run from a curfew ticket…”
>She grabs the back of her neck looking embarrassed.
V: “Aha haha… Oops. Sorry. I Guess I don’t want to either. It slipped.”
A: “Dang. I can’t believe I slipped.”
>There’s a silent giggle on Vinyl when she hides her mouth with her hand.
>You’re dork.
>Tavi does the same long jump and one foot lands a smooth 360 degree turn. Tight.
>She takes a bow with the tea in her hand which she then raises to a cheers.
T: “Swing club.”
V: “Swiiiing Cluuuuuuub Fufufufufu….”
>Your golf clap applause fades when you look at her looking out there.
>Something off in the distance catches your eye.
>Three human figures have your attention from across the dark park.
>Getting weirder.
V: “Ok here I go!”
>Vinyl lands another swing jump and her shades fall over her eyes.
V: “Aww yeah… I think that’s my last one for tonight.”
T: “Vinyl...”
>These three are bizzare from far away with a shadowy stride.
V: “Lets go.”
>They continue towards the playground still looking unclear.
>The three of you get up to the creek bridge and you turn to see humanoid shadowless shadow.
>Flat black underneath the orange park light.
>Not intent on looking back again, the three of you come to the silent agreement to jog.

>Over the creek bridge, past the baseball field, over the canal bridge, into the next park.
>The mall over the hill is where you’re going evidently.
>You aren’t having a good feeling.
>You don’t usually drink caffeine.
>…You don’t hear voices either.
>After about a half mile of jog, you’re breathing steady and burning softly.
>The sound of no one following you on the dirt path is reassuring.
>Looking to eachother, it does feel silly and you go back to walking.
>Those business suited agents or whatever they were are on your mind again somehow.
>The ones that came for her that didn’t look right in the face.
>And more the type that puts you in a cage and something awful in your water.
>It’s what you’re thinking about as you walk facing forward.
>When Tavi screams in the most distressing way ever.
>Only half expecting it in only the back of your mind, it’s a real shock to the bravery.
>You spin around.
>In the first half of the moment, you see Tavi beside with her fingers in your ears.
V: “TAVI WHERE ARE YOU!”
>You don’t see anything and turn to Vinyl.
A: “What?”
>Then in an instant’s glance, in what you can barely see against moonlit grass,
>a three dimensional shadow right up on you.
>You try to dodge its direction and spear it in the chest with your board at the same time.
>The shape of a long open palm catches you right in the face.
>But you don’t feel any slap.
>The only thing you can think in outrageous fear is you can’t see.
>A nervous, subconscious kind of shaking turns to physical feel all over.
>All over. Then you don’t know anything anymore. And black goes dissociation.
>What starts in your eyes goes to the rest of your face, then all over.
>An icy electricity like you just fell from a roof or something.
>Like a heart attack through your eyes and face as you claw and wipe at it.
>And you can not see or hear or tell if you’re still standing up or not.

>And the cascading numbness begins to feel like a dry, bad flu.
>Either you’re having a stroke or your head is no longer attached…
>You do not know what you’re doing. You do not know what is happening.
>You cannot illustrate for you in your own mind.
>Every last thing falls apart and you do not know.
>The next thing you feel is a strong gravity pulling your head.
>Things spin, and you suddenly return to all sense.
>You can see and sense the park again, let alone the universe.
>You realize you are on the ground, and you were attacking your own face.
>Blood on your knuckles and nose, you try to get up buckle and puke.
>You literally can’t stop heaving.
>As a dark figure catches your eye again, and you get enough to get up.
>You get the board off the ground and charge.
“No! No Wait!”

>Your first upward attack misses the cloaked figure.
>It swings you wildly off balance onto your back.
“Stop! Stop! Stop!”
>You look around for other attackers.
>You charge again, and jump up to axe the thing straight down.
>He takes off the cloak and you get only a glance of meaningful eye.
>He nimbly dodges the downward board throw.
>You pick it back up and march toward it again, crazy off the pounding heart’s self defense.
“No please stop! It was not me… I pulled the thing that attacked off you!”
>You stop because the familiar voice.
“I can NOT be here. Please listen, your friends are in bad shape. They need you to- Hey listen to me!”
>Tavi is open eyed entranced and sitting upright, on the trail.
>Vinyl is unconscious on the ground.
“Please Anonymous…”
>You turn to see what is talking.
“They are still being attacked as I speak please place these around them before it is too late.”
“You must I cannot!”
>The expression on his face compels you to believe… him.
>Someone, or something looking deeply concerned is… handing… two more to you.
>As you turn and do so you notice the swing of the weight on your neck.
>You wear a same smooth stone on a cord.
>In the high moonlight the pale on Vinyl’s face shakes everything from the inside out.
>Words fail.
>You cannot breathe.
>Tavi returns to animation and looks at you and the other guy.
>Vinyl’s eyes come to, and go wide with her head in your hands.
>She knocks you away and gets up running stumbling.
“I have to go. I will see you next dream!”
>The guy talking is not a person.
>You cannot begin know what to think as you listen to a copy of your own voice.
>He starts glowing white. He runs to pick up his black cloak.
>Turning to orbs of light bubbling out and up, he faces you and gives a salute of a look.
>His eye contact fades to disappearance.
>A momentary white light forms where he was standing and shoots right up to the sky.
>Directly into the moon.

>Staring at that, you feel that much better just to be looking at something.
>You and Tavi sit surprised a few feet away from the trail.
>Vinyl in the middle of the field. She stopped running, and looks anxious to leave.
A: “They’re coming. We have to go.”
>She gets up with the hand you extend to her.
>The only anything like crying you hear is someone’s breathless gasp mid run.

>You get back to your room though the window well and hit the light.
>Nobody is crying, but somehow all of your faces are covered in tears.
>You put your own hand to your face are shocked to feel it.
>You were not just crying. Is your face really covered in tears too?
>Impossible. You were not.
>You look at your hand front to back. It’s there.
>You sit and look each other over, for injury and other attributes of reality.
>After a round of strange feels things arrive at a same page.
>The moment lasts an hour.
>You closely consider the rings of stone you now wear.
>Grass and plant debris is still on your clothes. The clock ticks.
>You are at a loss of what to say.
>An agreement is formed. None of you want to be outside each other’s company tonight.
…
A : “…What just happened?”
V: “…What?”
>Were you indeed attacked?
A: “Something definitely snuck up behind us.”
>Vinyl looks only confused. Tavi looks only concerned.
>You don’t want to say that you didn’t see shadow hand over your face.
>The air is thick with heartbeat.
V: “Do you think this has anything to do with what happened at the Fall Formal?”
…
A: “I don’t know. It was like pure anxiety.”
A: “I turned around and could have sworn I hit whatever they were, I don’t know…”
V: “He sounded just like you. N-not that... The um…”
>Dangling her stone at the necklace, you realize she’s asking about the other…
A: “It was a horse wasn’t it.”
V: …
A: “You did see him? What happened?”
V: “No… I couldn’t move…”
…
>Tavi appears to be good with just listening.
>You try your best to focus, having trouble remembering any of it now.
>You suddenly realize a seriously strong sleepiness is hitting.
>You see Octavia and Vinyl fallen asleep in place just as you…

Now this has to be a dream... The creature in his own words there to rescue you... The ring of smooth, gray stone now unraveling fantastic waves of belts of smoke-like light floating out around you. dissipating into what looks like some kind of script. You reach out and touch one, The incompatible thought hits your mind. Whoa. You touch another. Most bizarre.
You can’t see much of where you are. Only ripples of rainbow light. They seem to be just one color, but you could swear they are a sequencing many.
The cloud of wavy light all around you swirls back into the stone, and you see that you are in creekside evergreens again. Tavi is beside you. Oh Sh- Last time you were here…
You quickly look to Tavi, and then start to take off towards Vinyl. “Greetings Octavia and Anonymous.” You stop and look back. From across the creek a figure walks out of the nightly thicket.
“I’m sorry it had to be this way. Your lives were in danger. Please hear of greater danger that threatens our worlds.”
You realize… that he is you. Except not really. He is a pony. Eyes scintillating with sentience, same expression, and same voice let you know. A golden butterfly you’ve seen before flies closely around him.
“You were attacked by an unknown entity. What it wanted of you other than your deaths I am not yet sure. We need to get to Vinyl before I can say anymore. Great things are happening in this world’s beyond.”
With the butterfly already heading in that direction he starts to follow it. You follow.
The three of you run effortlessly for a good distance. The butterfly seems to have fly faster than you run. The detail of the dream is impeccable, down to rocks that could slip a foot. The feeling of feeling this well is unrealistically awesome. The stars looking a more normal silver this time.
And there she is. Vinyl still sitting on the massive rock.

Now this has to be a dream... The creature in his own words there to rescue you... The ring of smooth, gray stone now unraveling fantastic waves of belts of smoke-like light floating out around you. dissipating into what looks like some kind of script. You reach out and touch one, The incompatible thought hits your mind. Whoa. You touch another. Most bizarre.
You can’t see much of where you are. Only ripples of rainbow light. They seem to be just one color, but you could swear they are a sequencing many.
The cloud of wavy light all around you swirls back into the stone, and you see that you are in creekside evergreens again. Tavi is beside you. Oh Sh- Last time you were here…
You quickly look to Tavi, and then start to take off towards Vinyl. “Greetings Octavia and Anonymous.” You stop and look back. From across the creek a figure walks out of the nightly thicket.
“I’m sorry it had to be this way. Your lives were in danger. Please hear of greater danger that threatens our worlds.”
You realize… that he is you. Except not really. He is a pony. Eyes scintillating with sentience, same expression, and same voice let you know. A golden butterfly you’ve seen before flies closely around him.
“You were attacked by an unknown entity. What it wanted of you other than your deaths I am not yet sure. We need to get to Vinyl before I can say anymore. Great things are happening in this world’s beyond.”
With the butterfly already heading in that direction he starts to follow it. You follow.
The three of you run effortlessly for a good distance. The butterfly seems to have fly faster than you run. The detail of the dream is impeccable, down to rocks that could slip a foot. The feeling of feeling this well is unrealistically awesome. The stars looking a more normal silver this time.
And there she is. Vinyl still sitting on the massive rock.

    What is really happening in the world plays before your eyes like an every person continuum. You see right and wrong and actually keep up with the data stream, understanding. All the ways people are being and thinking. All the thoughts you thought only you had. Everything so rarely minded in the suburb. All the seconds of ten million life stories play before your mind at ten million lifetime rushes a second. Wisdoms, truths, and know that pushes lightyears past what you know. The events of tonight and leading up to tonight are explained with a blink. A malign entity is an unknown peril in the world. The pony before you is alternate world you… breaking a rule he may have to pay for. The serious rush feels mostly good. On the rock, rainbow light is running all though you and from out you. The three of you, now shining white with the power of light and free as unlimited from what was in store for, turn your attention to the pony.
“The magic released into your world by the theft of the crown does not belong in it. Battle forces of regression gone recession, powerful from what they have gained through deception and degeneracy, that tonight have made attempts on your lives. Help us go against that dark and recover our magic before those things get to it first. Use your own native magic to tap the magic spill while it is there, and it will flow back into the fabric of the Equestrian. You are the only ones in your world that can! WE place our faith in you in this time of dire need!”
You stand there half listening, half riding the energy.
You sense that it had to be this way, or you would have lost your life to that shadow.
The Equestrians were short on time.
Dark forces of your own world’s othersided were powerfully enabled by the spill.
And left to wander Canterlot at night and stumble upon receptive persons.
Your mind flashes the opponent’s exact properties.
A sturdy evil, fallen thousand-fold and very ancient is unchecked for quite some time.

Pony Anon made that sacrifice so you might stop it.
And the risks of using such an old portal to do so...
The history of the overlapping of the two fabrics flashes.
They have invariably done much to stabilize...
With you now in place as a free entity, there is a chance of more than stabilization.
Reversal is in the cards.
Pony Anon floats up kind of slowly as the awesome symphony of eternity continues.
In a way that hints that you’re both falling… in a skydiving kind of way.
He gives a truthful look and waves you closer.
He places a hoof to his temple and draws out a strand of light as he moves it away.
He hands it to you, and you feel the heal.
Tissues again repairing and resetting.
You feel the rib that was slipped from your costal cartilage by a swimming class forced on you.
The mild headache dissipating.
“Remember what it’s like to be a good friend to them… before the society sets in.”
He must be talking about Vinyl and Octavia.
With a friendly look of salute-ish see-ya-later kind he floats back away.
You are falling. That’s your house.
A: “Vinyl? Octavia?”
>You witness Vinyl and Tavi awaken and sit up with a gasp just as fast as you did.
>Before you can say anything you faint back to deep sleep.
You feel yourself being pulled elsewhere else.
You are now in a forest unlike any you have ever seen.
The detail is impeccable. The plants are not of this world beautiful.
You see a golden frog on a tree branch.
The first and only thing you think is grab it.
Without hesitation you run to the frog. It doesn’t flee. Gently you pick it up in your hands.
The instant you do, you are pulled from the forest dream.
>You wake in your room again in time to see Octavia and Vinyl do the same.
>Looking beyond rustled they fall to instant sleep again right before your eyes.
>A split second later you feel the loss of muscle and it happens again.
Before you acknowledge that feel, you’re instantly in the mind of another dream.

Dressed black you wait for Octavia. Her red laser dot appears in front the bush you hide in. That’s the signal. All known power and security is down. You get up from your hide and go as fast as you can through the ajar door, and chain it shut behind you. You continue through the halls, chaining every exit door. Up to the glass dome, you get on the roof. On the roof, small grappling hooks hold the strings. The strings pull up the ropes, the ropes pull up the bottles. You place all four duffels of bottles at the spots and drop back through the dome.
Dressed black, Octavia is rushing duffel bags to where they need to be as you deal with the contents. You hear her from down the midnight hallways, doing what must be done making every second count in focused frenzy. It’s not like anyone even has locker right now. Doors are ripped right from the walls. She must really know how to move with a wrecking bar. And she spared the library? No bottles at all… Hopefully this one will survive for once in history. You check your PDA to ventilate accumulating adrenaline. No one is outside, says every sensor pod.

Building Captured. You open the gym duffel, full of smaller bottles. You place them upright, attentively laying the even pattern all across the polished floor. Octavia did such a great job making them, that you whip out your paint can and spray the words See Double You, Failsafe One.
“To the pipes.” She silently whispers. The special cherry bombs. One per toilet with a flush. “To the structure” She silently whispers. The special sticky blocks. Three per support column with a single button push. Finally, you both grab the duffel of signal relays and hang them all throughout the halls. No one is there. You leave the building. Octavia has one more thing to leave inside the school. The three shopping carts.
On a dark suburban hill you wait for her. Then you see her run out and place three bottles on the horse statue. At that moment a gathering of shadows fly out the horse statue. Morphing into sprinting figures and back, they charge your position. They are really frightening. But an F22 Raptor flies over low and drops it on them. Tight. Octavia makes it up the hill. “So… why are we doing this again?”

She pulls out the detonator and flips the safety cap,
“The real world waits. Let’s go.”
and pushes the button.
Bottles disappear their thermite through the roof and horse statue.
You are pulled from the dream and are back in your basement. Not a dream. Or is it…
There is an eye contact Vinyl Scratch on your bed. O SHI-
>You wake up hard.
>You jolt upright right into the view of your clock at 8:59AM.
>The clock strikes 9 before your eyes.
V: “What happened to-”
>She pauses and looks down, getting red in the face.


>You remember how fainting into deep sleep that instantly…
>Wasn’t that bad.
>You hold your head in your hands.
>Your thoughts are clear.
>Your body feels good.
>What you just dreamt starts hitting your conscious mind.
>You’re starving.
>But wait…
>The stone pendants are…
>You wear a red heart locket…
>Octavia wears a heart of light throwing crystal…
>Vinyl is wearing a glass polygon of a large charm.
>A capsule of a charm held together by some kind of gold.
>Inside is a small frog… That gold frog sitting on a little red pillow cushion.
V: “Ahh!”
>The not so girly shriek makes you and Tavi both jump.
V: “You can talk?”
>You and Tavi just look at eachother.
>Her expressions go from captivated to joyous to listening closely.
V: “Did you hear that?”
A: “Hear, what?”
>It turns and makes intent eye contact with Vinyl with intelligent looking head motions.
V: “Oh, you can’t hear him… only I can. That’s what he just said, and he’s here to help us.”
>The frog does a very human looking facepalm. Incredible.
>He looks directly at each of you as if in mid dynamic sentence, and then licks his eyes.
V: “Tavi, that crystal heart can heal us if we need it.”
>Tavi holds the heart out to inspect it.
>The sunlight brings it to unique fire.
>The next thing you think is food. Your head needs food.
A: “I’m going to make steel cut oatmeal does anyone want any?”
T&V: “Please!”

>You head upstairs and nobody’s home this Saturday morning,
>You throw on the oats. And the bacon and the buttered toast.
>You blend an apple kale and drink it all. You’re very hungry.
>Something’s different. No… much is different...
>It’s a nano edged, gigantically statured, timelessly styled, good of mind.
>The most amazing dream you have ever had by far.
>You check the attachment site at your costal cartilage.
>Impossible…
>You feel your heart jump blood pressure up through your neck when you turn and see it.
>Looking through the kitchen into the dining room mirror, three shadow figures stare.
>After that moment of shock, it gets you mad. You walk up to the mirror and stare.
>Flat black humanoids.
>You say nothing.
>They don’t move. You hear nothing.
>A bright flash taps against the mirror.
>It goes right through, not reflecting with an aerostatic crackle.
>You turn around to see Tavi at the base of the stairs.
>That prismatic heart is hyper flickering with a blindingly indirect beam.
>You look back into the mirror. Figures are gone. A normal reflection.
>It ‘s almost as if the heart is emitting more light than is coming through the window.
>They look concerned.
V: “Anon…”
A: “What is it Vinyl?”
V: “We aren’t alone.”

>After a great breakfast you are escorting them home through DeKomend Park.
>The hang out will pick up again very soon.
>Tavi has band, and Vinyl has that much to get ready for the Red Lantern Music Festival.
>Incredible happenings have you united in important new priority.
>That and the explanation of the Fall Formal captivate.
>But what to do about it is the question.
>Since he promised to not run away, Vinyl has the frog out for a stretch, drink, and insect.
>You walk through the gravel, and pick up your tea.
>Still sitting right where you left it. And under a tree’s morning shade.
>You hear Vinyl’s laugh from down in the creek bed and she comes running.
V: “Anon! Anon! I helped him get breakfast and he kept his promise just like he said! Look!”
>She holds up the glass enclosure. Inside is the frog is giving a frog expression.
V: “He was only able to choose one of us to talk to when he came here. His name is Boris.”
A: “Boris?”
>She would pull your leg like this, but you’re convinced she isn’t.
A: “Boris? Why did you come here?”
V: “Boris, Why did you come here?”
>She repeats, as if he literally can only hear her.
V: “He is here to be the conduit for the return of magic to Equestria.”
A: “Equestria…”
V: “The spill has caused recent extragalactic events of greater imbalance to Earth.”
V: “There was a magic spill… by the Element of Magic in our world…”
V: “A dark force of our world has grown strong gathering it.”
V: “It will bring certain calamity unless we get to it and get the magic back.”
V: “The efforts of a recent Equestrian agent have left the entity more exposed than ever.”
V: “Many humans, groups and institutions are also under its control searching for the magic.”
>Briefly considering what you know, it makes no sense.

>Then again, you are one human ok to be around that kind of power.
>It belongs to them. You will get it back to them.
>It’s the least you can do as thanks for the very good health restore.
>Those attempts on your lives cross your mind.
>The attempt to put you to dark.
>Those shadow figures… or what you now know are really just clumps of them.
>The energy treasure that pony got to you saved your lives.
>Something many do not see even after death.
>Like a gift unlike any other in the universe.
>You stopped the flow of dark by destroying their gateway by dream world…
>But the malignancy must be destroyed off at the progenitor.
>With Twilight Sparkle gone, you are the ones trusted to clean the spill.
V: “He says use your own magic to tap into it.”
V: “And the energy will fall back to Equestrian fabric through him.”
V: “It will mean the difference of what your people are to be for millennia, and possibly forever.”
V: “It has control of nearly everything already, and now it’s going for the energy.”
V: “All of the energy. If it falls again, it’s hold and power over Earth will grow tenfold or more.”
V: “Should you succeed, millennia worth of the most elite evil will be vanquished.”
V: “From the otherside. At quantum level.”
V: “And the chances of anything ever helping its very frailty up again will be that low.”
V: “At its current size it’s been controlling most of the planet for quite some time.”
V: “Expect the battle in dream.”
V: “It will leave behind a place.”
V: “Sanctuary palace fortress belongs there.”
>The three of you make it to Tavi’s house and say see ya laters.

    >Now alone with Vinyl, the walk home is quiet with new info settling.
V: “I remember what you did for me up on the mountain. I never knew. I never felt like that.”
V: “I saw you catch Boris in the forest. And what we did to Canterlot High.”
A: “You were flying the plane weren’t you?”
V: “Yes… And the other dream?”
A: “What other dream?”
>You arrive in front of her house.
V: “The one with…”
>She turns toward her house to move Boris out of the sun.
V: “…all those different pictures of us?”
>Oh snap you recall.
>You do not know what to say.
A: “Vinyl… It was great. It was wonderful.”
V: “Chilling out in your basement…”
A: “…Yeah.”
V: “In that huge secret laboratory...”
A: “…Yeah.”
V: “In the glass clean room, with the water?”
V: “It was so cool…”
A: “Yeah, Sure.”
A: “Sure...”
A: “How was that for you?”
V: “Fine…”
A: “Listen… You want bass? It’s up in the mou-“
>The kiss she steals is like a first one.
>Far from the teenage.
>That really cool friend of the future you can’t fail.
>You had a dream of pictures of you too, but it was of… nevermind.
>She comes standard in white dress.

>No worries, you will go on learning about what not to do and how to be best person.
>Perhaps deep thoughts of such a saturating girl aren’t the thing to focus on right now.
>You have to lose to magic back to the Equestrians.
>The festival is tomorrow and you have 40 hours to get ready...
>Better practice the long clip Inova technique first.
>Tarby & Aviators - Little Sister [Progressive Rock]
>A loop of good string double arm length, enough for 13 coils around the index and middle.
>Half folded and resting unrestricted in the Inova clip.
>The string on the clip’s opening clasp side, the Inova in the inward curved opposite.
>With a fisherman’s knot in thumb to guide, it coils right into several light switching positions.
>Easily thrown straight off the fingers.
>And the option to go full longstring.
>Do the 12 and 24 hour clock spin in front, then side, then above.
>Timing hand motion with string span delay in beat.
>Stall straight to orbital and flip it on axis. Pull it all over your head.
>Spin all ways. Bring the halo and the aura.
>Spin a chrysalis all around yourself from head to toe, and bring the moth wings.
>Spin down behind your legs, underneath arms, all through and over them.
>Coil them back to rest so smoothly and convert all poi to kata.
>Harpoon the lights out evenly in a throw and pull them straight to orbital in exact stance.
>add the footwork to the orbital, and flip it twice.
>Reenter the orbital as soon as you exit.
>Keep the featherweight Inovas up to orbital speed with careful pulls, and orbit the orbital.
>Finger flip and drop forward vertical straight to backward horizontal, and all slantways.
>Feel the four in two...
>You fail and tangle.
>Fug.

>That was good. Best get a little glowstick in too…
>You turn to go get them and strange rainbow makes for the strangest sight of the day.
>A miniature, bent to classic arc shape of a light spectrum four by six inches.
>It’s just floating there in your basement in midair. Not perfectly still, beating with light.
>A perfectly flat 2d ribbon of a vibrancy unlike any you’ve ever seen.
>Looking almost as if you could…
>You take it by your thumb and index finger. It stays its size and shape.
>It feels like you’re holding pinch of air.
>You let it go, and it stays in place.
>Oh snap, the heart locket is open.
>It must have while you were swirling.
>It’s amazing. Unlike anything you’ve seen.
>This has to be what all those folks are looking for.
>You can’t help it…
A: “Rainbow…”
>You gently lift it up by your palm.
A: “How does this work?”
…
>You feel like an idiot.
>You keep talking to it anyway.
A: “I must overcome over this challenge. I must… help.”
A: “Those shadows will be back by nightfall.”
A: “And I don’t know what to do. What do I do?”
A: “Where do I even- how… do I… clean up a spill of magic?”
>You remember what the pony told you in the dream.
“Use your own native magic.”
>Looking up from where the rainbow rests your eyes rest on the most recent project.
>Vinyl’s drone is a prototype of an ornithopteral, dual powered kind.
>Those brushless motors she got complement power storing rubber band modules.
>The interchangeable platform’s mechanics could be better… a quick note on what you see.
>The carbon and plastic moth is just an RC for now, and not an efficient one.
>It doesn’t even carry objects.
>You put the rainbow and place it above its head just to see that.
>You pick up to hold your mechanical animal in your hands.
>And you wish for the friendship to last so much, wherever it goes.

>Before you begin to think about anyone else’s drones the rainbow bumps into the moth.
>Its bending out from its arc shape OH SHI-
>The rainbow envelopes the moth with light speed.
>It happens with a flash of light and a gust of wind.
>Horizontal ripples of water-like rainbow ripple far out into your basement.
>You shield your eyes to see transparent globules of three dimensional rainbow being emitted.
>And with a final hot light you begin to see what happened as it fades.
>A eerie aura of organic kind.
>The glow fades completely, and you behold the rainbow and what it did.
>None of what you built remains.
>Spirals and geometric symmetry in silver and gold for every body part.
>All sorts of projectionless holograms, live video feed, and odd text surround it.
>It holds up its two front legs and glows green at the antennae.
>A wave of green light bathes down the legs and wings out to the tips.
>The moth’s wings open and start beating, sending papers everywhere.
>Then it turns and looks to you. This thing is alive.
>The moth is become a holy beast of no such droning.
>You move towards it at a teary loss for words.
A: “…Moth?”
>The moth rears its face to look to you, the antennae fold back over its head.
>The folded wings are double huge in your basement. They must be twelve feet open…
A: “Let’s get you outside.”
>You carefully carry your moth, three times larger and hundreds lighter.
>You maneuver out of the basement and up the stairs.
>As if carrying a huge kite you make it out the back door and into the yard.
>As soon as you do, the moth flaps back away from you and into the air.
>WHOA
>It flaps to midair float, then in a complete circle with three wing beats.
>The three electrostatic cracks make you jump, and then you hear something.
>Where the moth was facing, something is tumbling down that tree.
>A hologram of foreign text flashes, which suddenly translates to English before your eyes.

>”Three one inch class surveillance craft destroyed. Hostile technological occupation detected.”
>The moth flips an antennae towards you. A detailed report telepathically flashes.
>”Responses of special interest groups to destruction of devices detected. Forces incoming.”
>”Signal was relayed through networked sentry cars to satellite uplinked intelligent system.”
>”Police called through 911 systems to investigate unknown-”
>”Danger. Hostile threat detected.”
>The moth flies up onto on your roof and lands.
>A flash beneath its belly, and it removes a neatly cut circle of roof and sets it aside.
A: “HEY! NO! WHAT ARE YO-“
>The moth folds its wings into two sticks. Two thin sticks, and sticks its head down the hole.
>It comes back out with its antennae glowing and you can hear something.
>What in the world. Something in your attic rummaging loudly, violently.
>The moth pulls its head out of the hole with antennae glowing.
>From where you stand you watch the moth and the hole, then you see one leg.
>Then a struggling black sphere of eight legs is as ripped from the hole in your roof.
>Some kind of cat sized spider thing, is being held in midair by the moth.
>The spider sprays something at it, which is also stopped and suspended midair.
>A ball of clear fluid?
>The moth walks over the roof with it.
>You book it out front, and see it getting its legs ripped off at the base.
>With rended legs still flailing in that floating grasp.
>The spherical base is ripped in half. Still moving.
>You want to back away, you can only stare.
>The moth slams the tangly ball to the sidewalk.
>The moth climbs on top of it and you watch the dismembered lanky black go still.
>It disintegrates beneath and up into the moth’s stance.
>The whole moth glows red, then blue, then green and then stops glowing.
>A huge hologram of a text wall displays in front of the moth.
>You hear. They are coming. Must go now. Get the rainbow of light.

>Like a striking as obvious telepathy. A clear voice in the head.
>You run down to the basement. The rainbow flies into your locket and it closes by itself.
>You grab the LDT sprinter, functioning at 87%, and press A to GTFO.
>You roll out down the street it takes a second to spot the moth.
>It’s the size of a pony bead up in the sky now.
>You receive the tactical data in your mind.
>”Multiple vehicles .26 miles away. Three vehicles confirmed as Canterlot PD.”
>”Six vehicles confirmed as government held special interest groups.”
>”SEEK IMMEDIATE VISUAL COVER.”
>That telepathic message is striking.
>You bank off the street into someone’s driveway and hide behind a large van.
>Sure enough, a big black pickup truck careens down the street towards your house.
>”Warning. Extended scans indicate hostile device en route to Vinyl Scratch and Octavia.”
>”Secure crystal heart and siphon.”
>The moth is directly above you, not even flapping in place that high in the evening sky.
>”Warning. Hostile ultratech deployed against siphon.”
>“Now providing nondestructive cover.”
>A sphere of blackness forms around it, which then zips through the sky towards Vinyl’s house.
>As you ride, you begin to hear a loud bursting pops everywhere close by.
>“Hostile robot destroyed.”
>You pick it up and zoom double time.
>The pops slow to groups of four every other ten seconds.
>“Vinyl Scratch has safely exited her house. Siphon and Vinyl are ok.”
>You hear it right as you turn her corner and see her.
V: “Vinyl get your bike and Boris we need to get to Octa-”
>She has her bike out of the side yard before you finish.”
>You close your eyes for a second.
A: “Moth, will you get to Octavia and cover her?”
>“Covering crystal heart and Octavia Melody Residence. No additional threats detected.”
>“Crystal heart is secondary to siphon. Set primary cover to Octavia?”

A: “N-No. Keep covering us until we get there.”
V: “Who are you talking to?”
V: “ANON WHAT’S GOING ON?”
A: “Up… there! See?”
V: “…See what? Anon!“
A: “Those shadows will be out for us again by sundown.”
A: “We’re going to go see Tavi right now, it just kicked in.”
>“First priority set to Anon and Vinyl, secondary to Octavia.”
>“Surveillance drone car on Rift road is technologically destroyed and safe to pass.”
>You aren’t sure what that meant until you turn onto Rift road and smell it.
>An tinted black SUV has all four wheels melted onto its axle and down on the asphalt.
>Beaded drops of metal are everywhere on the ground.
>The car is completely covered with tiny holes.

>On approach to Octavia’s house you receive another message.
>“Theater opposition neutralized, no additional threats detected.”
>The moth swoops over her house and over you, then climbs high.
>”Researching secondary and executive threats.”
>”Monitoring communication lines of known opposition.”
>You get to Tavi door and ring the doorbell.
>You briefly look around for the moth.
>A thought snaps your attention way over behind where you were looking. There it is.
T: “Vinyl! Anon. Please come in.”
> “Intercepting high importance telephone calls. Recording.”
>Walking into Tavi’s house for the first time, it’s nice. Neat and furnished nice.
>Looking messed up in the hair, she leads the thee of you to the back porch patio.
>On the back porch she hugs the Vinyl.
T: “It’s good to see you. Things have been strange today.”
>She pauses in a look up to the sky, looking uneasy.
T: “Tea?”
V: “Iced.”
A: “Iced sounds nice.”
>She walks in the house and you sit down with Vinyl. Tavi can be faintly heard talking to herself.
T: “They… Y-Yes. They just started appearing in the mirrors again.”
T: “This heart keeps them away, one must turn corners with it facing to do so…”
V: “I’m going to go talk to her.”
A: “Vinyl wait… give her a moment. I have to show you something.”
>With a finger to your temple you see the moth.
>You can see what the moth sees. The patio, end everything else.
A: “Moth, land with us and give us a report on the situation.”
>“Landing.”
>Tavi sets the tea down and you watch the moth’s approach from first person.
>Coming in slow through trees… over the side fence…
>It sneaks through the air slowly and silently and is noticed by the girls flapping to the ground.
T: “WHAT THE!-“
A: “Tavi! No!”
>Vinyl grabs and hides behind you.
>But the surprise goes astonishing.
>The two girls behold lovely wings in speechlessness.
>And you hear the moth speak out loud for the first time.

“Status report: Twenty-nine one inch class drones destroyed. Three intelligent robots destroyed. Three embedded invasive surveillance line destroyed. Eighty-seven autonomous surveillance vehicles destroyed. Four important phone calls intercepted and recorded. Alert- Transdimentional telepathic message intercepted and recorded.”
A: “Play the message.”
>The moth rears its front up to the height of your head.
>”Broadcasted playback of message is… not advisable.”
>A hologram flashes a looping image of a moth proboscis entering a human ear.
>You roll your eyes and go stand by your moth.
V: “…Anon? Anon?”
>The last thing you see is Tavi’s hands on her head and Vinyl’s dropped jaw.
>A flash and ringing in the ears later you find yourself standing in some sort of grand hall.
>Red carpet on white stone. Hanging plants and stained glass windows of... ponies.
>You’re facing a huge white and winged unicorn pony with a crown and purple eyes.
>You look and see another one on piano start playing.
>To whom she accompanies.

“Greetings Earth friend
Loved and lost dimension
World of importance

Since you have accepted,
What we asked of you,
In light of these events

For your animating contest
Your beautiful creation
In what you can’t control
Hear of how a world unfolds

A tall tale hive of human shadow
Not so far from true
Where every bad and wrong and poisoned thing that we could do
Remains that worst of any out of sight, out of mind
You are nothing of that anything, the image of your kind.”

>As you gaze upon the singing horse, another blue one walks to her from behind you.

“Of anything we do not know and why
Silver in clouds moving in moving sky
Ever past a minds direction, I offer you a dream’s reflection
You can see the content of a dream
From your mountain evergreen
From same gold of wisest human beings
Among the words your best you give
I’ll watch you storm the hive
And I will keep you from corruption, the image of your kind.

>The blue pony’s part ends, a pink pony then walks from behind you to the same throne.

“Equestria has hope for friends on Earth
If just a song for that same heart and what it’s worth
Victory in dark will go unseen
You are right to go against them
We will show how much it means
You’ve chances to right the wrong
So your world may have a deeper rest
We remember sacrifice
So very thoughtful and so nice
Thank you for a moment of your best
It is good to see you pass a test.”

>The three sing together.

“Anonymous and Vinyl Scratch and Octavia to the edge and back
So many bad things to get into
They went above that much to live through
Hands to help up and help out
Best of heroes there to find
Take great care inside the nightmare.
Image of your kind.”

>They’re so good… and kind… and righteous… and breathtaking…
A: “Wait…”
>And you’re back in Tavi’s yard.
>The sight of two girls staring stops the first and only tear midflow.
A: “How long was I out?”
V: “J-just a moment… you rolled your eyes back in your head.”
T: …
V: “What happened?”
A: “I don’t know. We’re up against something big.”
>Then your moth starts sequencing colors which mix into a turquoise glow.
>“HOLY METAMORPHASIS! I have been upgraded to true living intelligence...”
A: “AHH! Not so loud!”
>“Oops, sorry. Should I talk out loud with speech?
A: “Yes, please er-I mean, really? So, you’re actually alive?”
M: “Yes. They have seen to it that what life I was given become alive with powerful magic.”
T: “IT CAN TALK!?”
M: “ Yes. Also, I am fully aware of the situation if you’ve yet to figure out exactly what to do.”
A: “In that case let’s hear it just in case.”

M: “Remember the dream where the three of you destroyed Canterlot High? There is something bigger underneath it that accessible through dream only. A huge root of darkness with great power over the whole world as well as a hive of evil that must to go. The three of you collapsed its gateway point, but taking advantage of the situation and the Equestrian magic already here and pulling this root? There is a great chance you could take out the even worse beneath it, I’m talking about something very old and fallen thousand fold by darkness standards. There may not be another chance for anyone to do this ever, if not in the next thousand years or more. The three of you need to go back there in dream tonight before we miss the chance. Universal and dimensional properties of all kinds are influenced by this kind of pestilence, considered plague by about any world energy. Once you get in, Boris will take any and all of the spilled energy magic and route it back to Earth, Equestria, wherever it came from. I’m talking literally millennia of harmony and prosperity for people who may not have a fighting chance to know or be more careful about it anymore. There is literally nothing good to come from this thing. I can display its exact properties for your information.”
>A 3D hologram of a reference is displayed, branching out into hundreds of categories.
>You touch one with a finger. Estimated future overall tenacity rating… doesn’t look good.
>And another, timeline of harmful events attributed to. It doesn’t look good.
>List of collective influence, list of victims, list of usurped people by country… by decade…
>You could go on all night looking up all the articles, documents, charts, graphs, images...
>Octavia and Vinyl immersed. Like a special force uniting your otherwise suburban life.
A: “Well, Red Lantern is tomorrow. Who wants to make it a sleepover?”
>Vinyl’s hand shoots up with a big smile.
T: “Who’s house?”

At your house, your parents don’t mind that two girls are sleeping over.
>You all had nice long talk and the moth helped to explain how important it is.
>Now there is nice tea, fajitas, new blankets, pillows, floss and toothbrushes.
>The nice couch has been moved into your room per Tavi’s preference over the guest bed.
M: “Equestrian special forces are standing by to intercept the energy recovery team.”
M: “I’ve just received word they have a team of Lunar Guard dreamers ready to help you too.”
M: “I will also be here to protect and support you.”
A: “Thanks moth.”
V: “We have to give him a name, his name can’t just be moth.”
T: “How about Nick?”
A: “How about Cletus?”
V: “How about Don?”
>…
V: “I think you’re the best at name picking Tavi.”
A: “Nick it is. Your name is Nick now.”
N: “Nick. Ok cool.”
D: “Everything ok in here?!”
A: “Yes Dad, everything is fine. We just named the moth Nick.”
D: “Oh… good. Aaand that mirror isn’t in here good.”
N: “Those shadows won’t do anything Mr. Mous, they will be gone for good tomorrow.
N: “And none of those agents or their dirty tricks will be bothering us with me here.”
N: “I fixed that hole in your roof by the way.”
D: “Well ok then! Good to know. In that case goodnight. Do your best team, we’re proud of you.”
T: “Will do Mr. Mous.”
M: “Goodnight honey good luck! I love you!”
A: “Goodnight Mom.”
>Nick closes the door.
N: “Caution, sleep wave approaching. Sixty seconds.”
>You all get into sleeping position.
>You aren’t sleepy at all, just awake.
>Nick is chillin on the floor.
T: “Here Nick, you can have the couch.”
>She gets up and gets into bed with you and Vinyl. Nick gets on the couch.
N: “Thirty seconds.”
>Lift off with vinyl doesn’t usually feel this astronautish.
N: “Ten seconds.”
>And then you feel the fall.

>The fall lasts only a moment before you find yourself immersed in water.
>There is no surface. You are underwater, but there is no need to breathe.
>Then you’re grabbed by the wrist. She’s there with you.
>The excitement is so much more extreme than what you get in a day.
Oh snap… that’s right. It’s dream. You wish you weren’t so aware of that… that things could be dreamy. You fall deeply to dream. You look around, you are in a glass… pool. The small girl is right up to you, looking in your eyes and touching your face. The weightlessness is interrupted when she pulls you to the surface and out of the pool. There is a door, and she leads you out through it. Out of a giant glass bubble of a pool of a room, and into another one. This one looks like some kind of a medical room with steel carts, counters and cabinets. And a large bed like table. You look away from the odd table. Exiting. If you didn’t know better you’d guess this room is specifically for careful creation of human beings with consensual sex in the her on top position for the sole purpose of procreation. Scary. Everything is suddenly outside. You don’t know the unfamiliar setting. Catering, flowers and columns of empty chairs are here in this garden surrounded altar. V: “WHAH- What, is, this, isn’t... how…” She’s seeing herself in a white wedding dress with a look of huge fright. Like she wants to run and can’t move. You look at your own formally dressed self. You’re ok with this. A portal opens up on the altar with you. It’s Octavia Melody waving you inside. Vinyl runs to, and so do you.
As you pass through a sense of hard consciousness returns with a gravity.
As you land on the ground, a swimming pools worth of water crashes around you.
For a second you think you’re awake it feels so real. You even get up coughing water.
You remember this dream. But it wasn’t this detailed.

The whole building of Canterlot High School lies crumbled and smoldering in the night.
T: “Haven, this is Octavia. I’ve got them, the siphon and the rainbow.”
T: “Let’s go.”
Her eyes are ablaze with the purple of her iris.
Vinyl is looking to you when you look to her, violet through dark shades.
You look all around.
It really is some kind of dark dimension of the Canterlot High area.
From high in the dark sky a sound of air splitting startles, and you see it slow over rubble.
It floats over to you.
It’s a yellow mare with orange hair floating like fire with two black holes for eyes.
She floats up and stares Boris the frog straight on.
Her eyes go from pitch black to normal looking.
She floats back over the rubble and flames, and looks up.
She raises two hooves to the black sky.
All of the rubble falls up.
Tons of dirt fall up from right out of the ground and she’s not there when it clears.
Low and behold, there is an almost flat portion of a huge stone dome showing in the hole.
A massive circumference. It starts cracking. You feel the sound in your legs.
The earth shakes, and that entire visible section snaps free with an assault on the ears.
The school sized piece of stone thick as a highway falls into the sky.
It draws an untold whoosh of air from behind you.
At first you see nothing.
Then shadows in tendrils rush out towards you in a blink’s speed.
The heart Tavi wears begins firing many clusters of blinding beams per second.
The tentacles are flashed to dust from tip down instantly, not halfway close to you.
They leave no residue on the ground.
Looking at the beams going outward in the clear air is hard.
An almost unbearably bright cool white.
The firing stops. A cloud of dust clears.
The thing emits a cacophony of a ringing howl.
You turn around and see a column of pony soldiers.

Sleek batlike wings, furnished metal claws and waves of violet for armor.
“Friends of the throne, Octavia Melody, Vinyl Scratch, Anonymous, we will not let you fail.”
You see the rippling glow of those eyes, and then look to the shadow mass.
You start to feel like you did when it attacked your mind’s everything, just looking at it.
And you could swear, a rainbow in a locket keeps it out better than anything.
A: “How do we get to the bad bad beneath it?”
“Go into it. We will get it together.”
You look into every one of those pupils, never has anything looked so assuring.
Then to your friends again. As if of one mind, you all approach the hole.
Standing at the edge of the fracture you can feel those quiet ponies behind you.
It’s like the shadows of their spearheads already resting in the invisible, are blackening it.
You take each other’s hands, and jump.

When the three of you hit, you hit with a floating in place above it.
It’s like landing in half dried road tar.
The mass vibrates the setting with an untold roar, though quieter now by some means.
It’s and even circle of arcing and crackling light below you, where you start sinking.
As you slowly sink the howling drags on. The light below your feet burns and surrounds.
Halfway up to your waists, it appears there is an orb of light formed around you.
You look down, and actually see faintly forms of black moving.
Something like with a head the size of a pumpkin bites the orb the orb.
It tries to recoil, and is pulled and spaghettified by the head into the frog in Vinyl’s hands.
You’re nearly up to your sphere in black when the first pony dives in spear first.
The rest do at once, hitting like a splash in a pool of oil.
Left and right, what you’re only hearing is nothing short of a war.
Sounds of hooves bashing, spears impacting, blades slashing and wings flapping.
Faintly visible shadow strands and balls pass through the orb into Boris.
You slowly sink.

    You can’t really see the top of the hole against the black sky.
    You watch shadow wisps fly into Boris and listen to the ponies saying things.
    Militant jargon, taunts, and straight line smart remarks that leave you like wut.
    It is as if everything they say that makes the three of you laugh is followed by something bad.
    Something genuinely, intelligently, disturbingly awful that makes you want to hold the laugh.
    None of it directed at you. Still, the form of every crafted word pulls at the heart.
    As muted as it is inside the orb, you really don’t feel like listening to them increasingly.
    There is no tiny ring of skylight above. Only the light of the orb.
    It goes on for hours.
    V: “Sure wish we had some music about now.”
    You hear a hoof knock on your orb.
    “Hey, Anon! Play for us some of Earth’s music! Use the rainbow of light to do it!”
    You look to each other.
    You open the locket and the rainbow tumbles out and into place like it does.
    A: “Rainbow! Can you really play any song out there for us?”
    The rainbow just floats there not moving. You think of a song in your head.
    The Who Wont Get Fooled Again Lyrics
    A cheer erupts from the pony soldiers.
    The invisible fight all around you intensifies. More thin wisps of gray go to Boris.
    Sand dunes worth of dark blob turned chalky, crumbly dry crack and collapse.
    Hollow space gives way and you catch glimpses of ponies in graceful flight inside it.
    Just as the song is ending, the dark below you collapses and crumbles to a ground.
    A ground of dirt and soil in a hollow space underneath what you just sunk through.
    The three of you stare down some kind of huge fortress gate as your bubble descends.
    The ponies, now glowing red in the eyes are all behind you in line formation.
    V: “Looks like… We won’t get fooled again.”
    Boris glows an energy aura into the orb and fires a huge green beam into it.
    It punches straight through the gate, shattering the entire thing with a rippling explosion.

Every piece of it falls toward and collapses into his gravity.
Again a doorless black blob, a few errant shadows are pulled from it to the frog.
One of the ponies steps out of line and up beside you.
“Anon! That song was so beautiful… know you any more like it?”
A: “Hmm…”
Iron Maiden: 2 Minutes to Midnight (Lyrics)
There is a cheer from the ponies.
They fly a sharp v right into the mass.
Where they hit, the viscous black turns dry and disintegrates.
V: “They need us in there let’s go!”
Your orb flies into the black.
When you punch through a mountainous section of brittle black gives way.
The crystal heart starts firing a sprinkler spray of whitebeams in all directions forward.
For twenty seconds the mass keeps falling before you, and the view is revealed.
The awesome sight of their flying maelstrom in the defeat of the dark.
Mountain sized black husks fall in a mountain range of a cavern.
An illuminated cathedral of crystal formations many miles huge.
The stream of shadows flowing into Boris is like constant a constant whirlpool.
The crystal heart is scintillating along with crystals of its color.
The rainbow of light hangs in place before the three of you.
You’re tapped on the shoulder, and you turn and see the pony Haven.
>With an uplifting glance of those light filled eyes the three of you awaken in your bed.
V: “AHHH! Holy sh-”
>You all look at eachother and around at your room, just out of the insanely real dream.
V: “OOOOOOOOOWWW HEY!”
T: “This is real life.”
>Vinyl pinches Tavi back on the cheek and they start grabbing each other’s faces.
T: “Where’s Nick? Nick!”
V: “Boris? Boris!”
>Boris, the locket, and the heart are gone.

>The ride up to Red Lantern Mountain in Norman’s short bus is strange for you.
>Not in a bad way.
>Just the thought of what you’re living, and what’s actually going on on planet Earth.
>Vinyl is sitting quietly with the two tiny USB disks of all her time and hard work.
> Octavia is staring complacently out the window with pen and paper.
>You thought Vinyl would be so exited. She doesn’t look worried. She doesn’t look nervous.
V: “Anon?”
A: ”Yeah?”
>A long pause. No eye contact. Zero body language.
>But there’s something in her voice that sounds like it must be crushing.
>You get up from your seat and go sit beside her.
V: “I miss Boris.”
>This is it isn’t it. The long moment you were so ready for.
>She even looks like a superhero in the outfit.
V: “Stay friends? …Please?”
>She won’t look at you. Not a slight turn of the head.
>There is no second thought as you hug from the side.
A: “You had me so scared.”
>A balloon flies around the cabin and lands the seat panel right between your faces.
AJ: “Pinkie are you ok? Pinkie!”
>Applejack shakes Pinkie Pie.
PP: “…wWAAAAAJUSTHA- ITS OK I’M HERE, IT HAPPENS SOMETIMES.”
>Everyone on the bus laughs.

>Up at Red Lantern Mountain the 5PM summer sun sets by full moonrise.
>At the top of the theater, you chill out and nod the head with a sunglassed Octavia.
>And also all of the lol bus crew, mostly Octavia.
>You’re a pretty special crowd while all these party people trash the place.
>”Sheesh. What a bunch of ravers.” You think to yourself.
>Nevermind. You are about to witness a best friend’s artist debut of a set move a mountain.
>You hear a voice in your head.
“Anon, this is Nick. Do you read me? Come in anon.”
>You look all around you, and up in the sky. All you see is music festival.
>You hold two fingers to your temple and think it out.
A: “Nick! Is that you?”

N: “It’s me! Sorry for just disappearing, I was sucked into Equestria before you woke up.”
N: “Hey, I’m coming in hot! Hold out your hand!”
>You look to Octavia, who is looking at you. You hold out a hand.
>A big giant beautiful moth lands on your hand.
N: “Hello again! Well, whaddya think of my new form?”
A: “Nick… it’s super awesome. How is this possible?”
N: “Oh, well. After your victory against the forces of darkness in the pocket dimension, all of the magical energy that was trapped here returned Equestria and I got sucked there with it. But, for such a grand victory over such harrowing adversity, and since you did create a magic life form to help you do so, the Royal Pony Sisters decided that rather than take back that magic and unmake me, that I should stay and exist in Equestria as kind of a, a um… oh what was the word they used… Um, nevermind. I am now to live for the rest of a very long life as an envoy, complex energy being and defender of worlds. The House of the Royal Pony Sisters and the entire Kingdom of Equestria thank you for recovering that magic and saving our worlds. Oh, and Boris says Hi.”
“LADIES AND GENLEMEN, GIVE IT UP FOR DJ PON-3!”
>Her name flashes across the LEDs.
>She is so small down on that stage.
N: “Listen, when I took this form, I was given a small amount of Equestrian magic to get here.”
N: “This form I’m in is going to turn into a piece of gold anyway so...”
N: “Need anything magic to happen like, right now?”
A: “Hmm…”
>You think a moment.
A: “Ok here’s what I want to do…”

>You tell it to Nick. He folds his wings back and turns into a solid gold moth.
N: “You got it Anon.”
>You begin to walk down the aisle. White fedora, white clothes, white lights, moth in pocket.
>As she finishes off the last DJ’s song with him, the beginning of her set kicks in.
>Walking down the stairs, dodging every person, beads of light pattern all around you,
>You spin the tiny light lights with great skill. Four at once.
>You have a pretty good feeling you won’t mess this up.
>Pretty girls are everywhere and one is in your eye.
>You pull in and stop the flawless light show right to pose as you stare down Vinyl.
>She looks like she just came.
>Replacer &I feat. Feather - Until The Sun (JayB Remix)

The end.