My Little Realities: C22 - Ya Dun Goof'd

My Little Realities: C22 - Ya Dun Goof'd

>the empty, dark nothingness screams at you, yet you are numbed by it
>you are feeling a dull ache in your chest
>it is hard to move, even if you feel weightless
>you stare, trying to see something
>the nothing seems to stare back
>you begin to sense something
>you sense that feeling you get when you’re dreaming and you know something is going to go wrong
>that feeling when you’re dreaming and you can just tell that in a second, something horrible will happen or appear and utter terror will consume you
>you recognise that feeling, the cold foreboding sensation that chills you
>you smile and you scream out, mustering your hate and rage to fight the terror, fire against fire
>the fear is crushed as your roar matches the empty, white-noise like numbing screeching of the void
>you feel like the world is melting just as you are
>you can’t think any more
>the screaming becomes distant and you lose consciousness
>you wake up
>augh what the fuck why is it so bright
>you hold your arm over your eyes
>feels good man
>you’re warm and comfortable
>not one goddamn care in the world
>that fucking sleepy, warm comfortable feel
>a nagging thought wedges itself in your mind
>your left eye
>it feels strange
>you inch your arm down
>adjusting your eye to the light
>your right eye is okay
>you have a hard time keeping it open over all the bright, but it seems to be okay
>your left is worrying you
>you are quickly awake
>you try to boot it up
>giving a silent prayer to the Machine God, you excuse your trespasses on the Machine Spirit
>the implant replacing your left eye gets to post BIOS
>SUC-FUCKING-CESS
>you spend a few seconds in praise
>feels pretty good, all your hardware is functional
>you lay back down in the small but soft, white bed
>you stretch
>where are you, anyway?
>you look around
>plain room, plain bed
>window
>you’re naked
>you’re not injured or dirty
>just what the fuck is going on?
>toga party
>you don your new wrappings
>classy as fuck
>you start thinking about your situation from the bottom up
>you know you’re Anon
>you know you’re in…
>if you had a mirror, you would have seen your right eye dilate like mad as the minor confusion and sleepiness vanish
>you’re in Equestria, and you remember everything up until after Twilight fired up the Elements of Harmony, using you to replace Fluttershy
>your heart is wailing against your chest
>just what the fuck happened
>remembering the events leading up was not difficult
>you disagreed, but there weren’t many other options, with your forces collapsing and the enemy Roots still numbering in the hundreds, if not thousands
>you told thanked them and apologised
>they had done everything for you and you had failed them
>you got them in a situation where they had to do something perilous with an unfathomable source of undecipherable magic
>to you, that was like blatantly doing the exact opposite of a very clear instruction manual on technology millions of years more advanced than anything you were familiar with
>as the old saying goes, technology that is relatively advanced enough is magic
>and this was fucking magic
>you walk outside the room, very agitated
>it’s either early in the morning or the sun is setting
>hard to tell, as you don’t exactly know where you’re geographically
>this place does look like a hospital
>Aha!  It’s that nurse again
>she gives you this “oh god not him again” look
>you guess she was transferred from the P0nyville hospital, as that hospital was trampled by a Tank and then blown the fuck up by trap mine EFPs
“Hello again…” you say, gingerly
>she must be waiting for you to go away and walk back with a pair of dancing lions that are on fire while you juggle dismembered babies or something
“So…  Where am I?”
>she almost looks baffled
>as if this generic, obvious question was the single most unexpected thing you could do
>JUST AS PLANNED
“Well, sir, you’re in the Canterlot Hospital” she finally replies
>okay, that’s a good start
“Where is everyp0ny?”
“Probably just waking up, so in bed or somewhere getting breakfast” she replies in that dumb question, dumb answer way
>you roll your eyes
>geez lady, sorry
>you did kind of fuck with the poor nurse, what with all the shenanigans, tomfooleries and goings-on
>you’ll let it slide, this time
>this time
>you assume your stuff is probably back in your room
>you hadn’t even thought of looking around in your room
>you wonder if that nurse thought you were trying to mess with her again by wearing a bedsheet toga and not your clothes
>that’s probably her story and you’re sticking to it
>success, you find some of your regular clothes in the dresser next to the bed
>you search the room, finding no other belongings
>PANIC
>where is your gun
>there are two main outcomes you believe could have happened
>one: despite you not being Fluttershy, the Elements worked and everything is cool in Equestria again
>two: the Elements failed but somehow the p0nies and the friendly Roots managed to defeat, repel or otherwise disable the enemy forces
>you don’t ignore the possibility of other unforeseen outcomes but that’s what you think probably happened
>heading towards the exit, the doors open up and five p0nies walk in
>they all look somewhat distraught
“Anon!  We were just coming to see how you were doing” awkwardly says Rarity
>they’re all unharmed but something is off
“Guys, what happened?”
>a pained expression appears on their faces
“Please just tell me what happened…” you ask
>Twilight hangs her head while the other p0nies look down and away
“We…  You should probably just see for yourself, Anon.  It’s not…  I can’t… “ chokes out Twilight
>try as she might, she can’t say much more and tears fall slowly from her eyes
>you tentatively reach out to comfort her but she pulls back, gritting her teeth
>your stomach turns as your imagination now runs free
>you look outside
>Canterlot seems…  Fine?
>you practically expected the world to be burning
>as pretty as that would have been
>this is now a world you do not want to see burn
“It’s near P0nyville, Anon…  There’s a chariot outside” says Twilight between short, quiet sobs
>you run out and hop into the waiting chariot
>you almost don’t notice but the p0nies are staring at you and their faces harden
>just what in the actual fucked happened
>the chariot takes off
>holy fuck this thing can fly?
>it doesn’t have any wings
>must be magic or something
>the cart begins its descent
>P0nyville is in fact devastated
>everyone knew that already though
>Twilight did say “it’s near P0nyville”
>the cart sets down and you step out onto the rubble
>the pegasi manning...  p0nying? the cart show no emotion, they don’t even look at you
>you walk towards the field right outside p0nyville where the battle mainly took place
>you step onto a dead Root Tank, climbing up to get a view
>as you get up on top of the tank
>you hear yourself make a sound like laughter, but it’s just the sound that escapes your mouth as the surprise of your emotional upset hits you
>nope nope nope
>you start crying
>you start really crying, the kind of sobbing that doesn’t happen often
>the unicorns, the pegasi, the earth p0nies, the enemy roots and the friendly roots are frozen in battle
>all turned to rock
>perfectly set into stone
>in the middle of their most dire and hopeless moment
>every last being on the battlefield was turned to solid rock
>you see the a Root holding up the two, not completely separated halves of a pony over its head
>the ripping ligaments, tearing muscle, the organs and gore dripping down onto the crazed Root
>all mercilessly stuck in place
>you turn away from it but it sticks in your mind
>you dart around, seeing both friendly and crazed Roots tearing each other to ribbons
>a unicorn’s screaming face stares at you as the long gone fire of his flame thrower engulfs him and a Root’s charring body, both tangled together in death
>a pegasi’s cowering form as it desperately puts its front legs over its face, lower half already gone under the massive paw of a Root Tank
>your sobs are mixed with laughter
>it’s the first time you have wept of sadness, pain, as well as the most beautiful and the most sickening scene that you could not even have imagined in millions of years
>you sat on that dead tank until the sun set
>wave after wave of tears
>you think you have calmed down when another hits you
>you held your arms against your pained chest
>the moving, disgusting beauty making you grit your teeth as nauseating mirth overtakes you
>the failure you feel towards yourself, how each and every one of those p0nies and cured Roots had trusted you and put their lives in your hands
>how you’d failed them and stabbed every last one in the back
>tears have stopped flowing but you feel everything more than ever
>you curl up and look at them all
>you can’t even cry any more
>the pain oozes from the scene of battle like fog
>it is drowning you
>you sit there until the sun goes down
>it’s night time when you get up
>you return to the chariot, with the pegasi still waiting patiently, still stoic
>you are the one who can’t look them in the eyes
>you can’t feel much
>what the fuck have you done