Thread 107: Stories 31-45

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>DT
"???"
~~

She wouldn't admit she ran, not to Twilight, not to her daddy, not even to Silver Spoon. She would not admit she ran to Twilight's lab today, or any other day. She wouldn't admit it, or say it out loud, and would deny it with everything she had if asked.

But when nobody was looking... she most certainly 'moved at an optimal pace' to that lab.

>Twilight! Prepare to be amazed, not that you aren't always going to be amazed simply from working with me, but in this case be really amazed! I've got a... an... Twilight?

Perhaps, in her haste, she had probably actually made contact of some sort with the princess, that would have at the very least prevented her from talking to herself for this long.

>Twilight? Hello?... She didn't say she was going anywhere today.

Yet, despite this, her lab was void and empty, save of course the never ending assortment of creations she held within it.

However, as she eventually found, there was one new addition.

>~Dear DT, made a breakthrough, have to go, will talk later....~

The note fell to the ground shortly thereafter, useless now that it's task was done.

A familiar feeling.

>...Fine, I didn't want to tell you anyway...

She huffed, striding out of the lab with her head held high, and her nose to the sky.

>Not like I need to tell you, I can just do it myself. I do it plenty anyway, never needed you before. Silver Spoon will help me, I don't need you to... to...

She wouldn't admit it, not to Twilight, not to her daddy, not even to Silver Spoon.

But it kind of stung that Twilight hadn't even thought to ask her to try out this new 'discovery' or talk about her with it, whatever it was.

>...I don't need you to-

"A-hem."

She jumped, her hoof instinctively going for Sexy in defense, only to realize to her horror...

He wasn't on her back

If the prim and suited pony looking down to her noticed her look of terror, he didn't mention it.

"A letter, madam, from a friend. Thank you for seeing me."

His mission seemingly done, he walked away with a bow of respect, and a nod of understanding. He made his way off, leaving the pink filly alone with nothing but the emptiness she felt on her back, and the weight of the envelope in her hooves.

Once the shock at last abated, she tentatively scraped at the top, and pulled the letter free.

>...Pennydrop wants to what now?

Well, she supposed...

It wasn't like she had anything else going on today.

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Noncanon
>Applejack
"Celestia"

"This is irresponsible you know that right?"

>Don't care havin' fun.

"This goes against everything you bug me about!"

>Still havin' fun! Can't hear you!~

"The expenses alone for a swimming pool filled with apple sauce is absurd, don't you know how badly its going to clog the pipes?!"

>Y'all just sore that y'all didn't come up with it fer cake, ain'tcha?

"I want one too!"

>Nope!

"But you got a swimming pool filled with YOUR favorite food!"

>With a snap of her hoof the princess of all things apple and paper brought forth a stack of paper work to land with a thud on the ground.

>Covered under personal expenses through my own coin and with a legitament clause.

"Like what?!"

>Disposal of over stock apples o'course!

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>AJ
"Chitania"
'13'
~~

>Are ya' done with your little inspection yet?

'Don't rush me!'

"Don't rush her."

>Ya' ain't gotta repeat everything she says.

'She's asserting via repetition!'

"I'm asserting via repetition."

>...Are ya' doin' this to annoy me?

'I'm not doing this to annoy you!'

"I'm doing this to annoy you."

>...

'I might be doing it to annoy you a little.'

"HAH!"

>NO!

'...'
"..."

>Absolutely not! The smashin' the city, Ah'll look past, the disrespect, okay, the fact ya' look like yer' gonna smash this place any second? Dealing with it. But that? NO! Ah will not, will NOT DEAL WITH TWO QUEENS DOIN' THAT STUPID LAUGH!

'...'
"...HAH!"

POP!

"Holy shit, a blood vessel in her eye just blew."

'What... uh... what does that mean?'

>It means the conversation is over.

"..."

>Family tradition.

"...seems legit."

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 >29
"Luna"
~~

>IF THIS IS A LESSON I SHALL BE SO FURIOUS!

It was toying with him now, much like a cat to a mouse. Dropping in massive blocks whenever he skittered this way and that, making a makeshift maze to run through whenever he found he could have made his way to an exit that was, most likely, not the least bit real.

"Tis not! We... we are sorry, in our feelings of... nevermind, all that thee needs to know is that the Tantabus is a creation of our own, a way we used to... nevermind, all that you need know is that it is a being that will twist thine mind in horror, seeking a way to get out into the real world!"

At her words, he came to a dead stop, an egotistical smirk crossing his face as he did so.

>Well then, if it is a being of the mind I fight...

Without warning, he grew. Suddenly towering over the maze the being had created. With a simple stamp of his hoof, he summoned the symbols of night and day to his call, the sun and moon swirling around him in perfect harmony.

>Then this thing shall know fear, as it faces a foe it knows not the power, A CHANGELIN-

WHACK!

"Ooooo~.... Are thou arlight?"

The single leg that stuck out of the massive fly swatter twitched, which she took to mean in affirmative.

>I... I am not yet defeated, I can still

WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK WHACK!

"...Now?"

>Ow... b-but I can still-

PSSTTTT!

>AHHHHHH!

"The bugspray just seems a touch mean..."

The Tanatabus did not laugh, nor did he know if it could. It did not smile, for it had no face.

But it exhumed nothing less than a feeling of mirthful radiance as it summoned a giant hoof to stamp on him.

>...this might not be as easy as I thought...

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OOCO
>AJ
"Celestia"
'SA'
~~

"I think she's lost her mind."

'Really? What tipped you off?'

>I'm not crazy, ya' dingus!

"Tell me one part of what I am seeing that isn't crazy."

>Ya' ain't looking in a mirror.

'Needlessly harsh, we just care about you, really.'

>Look, iffin' Ah' can't sit back and occasionally eat mah'self a tripple appleglazed fudgepacked caramel coated brownie topped and double sprinkled cake, what's the point of livin'?

"...Living, you say."

>Oh please, what's the worst that's gonna-HRK!

THUMP!

"Heart attack?"

>A-AH' DIDN'T EVEN EAT IT YET!

"Yeah, I'm fine due to the fact that my body probably just eats diabetes at this point, but just being in the room with this thing is probably not healthy for anyone else-"

'GLK!'

THUMP!

"SHINY NOOOOO! NOOOOOOO! TAKE ME INSTEAAAAD!"

>...Really?

"Oh come off it, you're immortal!... and he doesn't nag me!"

>Really.

"Don't you give me lip!"

'I-I'm dying.'

"Shut up for a second, I'm asserting my authority!"

>...

"HA!"

'I-I think she just passed out.'

"What makes you think that?"

'...'

"...oh... OH SHIT! Cakes are bad for you!? WHAT WORLD IS THIS!?"

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>56
“???”
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pompf

…That? That sound right there?

That was the sound of a tired little changeling colliding face-first with a throw pillow.

He buried himself deeper into that plush, dark softness and just fell limp.

It smelled sweetly of apples, which made sense. He’d seen Applejack Prime sit on it countless times in the past, which also made sense as to why this was his favorite pillow.

But at the moment, he was too sore to even enjoy the scent.

His trainer, the one his cousin had paid premium bits for, was everything she claimed to be, and more. Soooooo much more. Not only was she a top-notch trainer, but her plot? Oh sweet not-mom, her plot was the very definition of temptation.

>But I won’t! Ya hear me? I won’t stick a bum so easily!

“First, the word you’re looking for is ‘succumb’, Fifty-Six.”

>GAAAAAAAA-

“And second, lower your tone in my presence.”

>-AAAAAAAaaaaaholycraphow’dyagetinhere?!

“Better. I entered in through the front door seven minutes before you did. I’ve been sitting in the corner watching you.”

>…’Kay. ‘Cause, yeah, no, that’s not creepy’re anythin'.

“No, it’s called recon.”

>What’s recon?

His trainer stared down her muzzle at him. It was a blank, analyzing stare that lasted for the span of three breaths.

“You know what recon means, Fifty-Six.”

>I… I do?

“And you also know who I am.”

>Well, duuuuuh! You’re my trainer!

“No. No, I’m not.”

>Umm… yeah, ya a-

She fell over him like the coldest of shadows, pressing her face into his so quickly that he fell back on his haunches, his ears flattening, mouth snapping shut to an unspoken order.

“You know… who I am. Think.”

Think, she commanded. And he did. He thought, and thought, and thought some more, but as the seconds passed in that stringent silence the only answer he kept circling back to was ‘the big-booty mare’.

So in an effort at prolonging his short life, he kept thinking.

However, his mind seemed-

Booty.

-pretty adamant-

Ass.

-about one thing-

Plot.

-and all he could see were-

Moons.

…Moons.

He blinked, then proceeded to slowly glance into the face of his… trainer.

>Y-you’re… no way… it’s y-you? R-really?

Those hole-ridden ears of his ears bolted upright through his mane, twitching with excitement.

>It is… it is, isn’t it? It’s you!

His baffled realization seemed to gratify the mare whose wings shot out to either side with a grand flourish, her face suddenly darkened by a storm of shadows from nowhere. A pair of yellow, feline-esque pupils pinned Fifty-Six to the floor.

“Yes, my new hopeful recruit, it is indeed the ‘me’ that you have sought for so long. I am….”

She paused, clearly for dramatic purposes.

“The Lunar Guard Captain.”

While Fifty-Six continued to look awestruck, possibly having passed out while sitting, the night captain glanced about, her wings faltering in the silence.

"...Right. One more time."

She cleared her throat, those impressive wings once more spreading out to their full, empowering width.

"I said, I am... the Lunar Guard Captain!"

Her voice was clear, booming, full of command! ...And yet nothing followed it. Which was cause for some annoyance if her slight frown was any indicator.

“Well, that was a hundred bits down the drain. I should have known, though. I really should have. Whenever I try to plan something, something else always guffs it to hell and back.”

Fifty-Six didn’t respond. The stars of admiration in his eyes were too wide for speech. But she continued as though he’d asked a question.

“I’d paid the weather team to have some thunder go off when I introduced myself. Just a little boom to add to the effect, make it special, you know? Something to remember. It’s not every day the captain of the night guard shows herself so when I do it has to leave an impression, I think."

She ignored the way Fifty-Six had now progressed to nonsensical sputtering and put a hoof to her chin in thought.

"Maybe we should try this again tomorrow. Can we do that? The whole purpose of doing it now was for this entrance… the very same entrance I’m now realizing I wasted a week planning out while impersonating your real instructor-”

>WHERE THE PLOT HAVE YOU BEEN ALL THIS TIME?! I'VE BEEN LOOKIN' EVERYWHERE FOR YOU!

"Where have I... been?"

When she looked to the youngling, she saw he was red-faced, still most certainly awed but upset.

"I've been doing my job. Since the very first day you harassed my Princess, I've been watching you. Closely. Every moment you got within ten feet of her, I was within five feet."

>Really? Oh oh oh! Did ya see where I almost kissed her? In the Ferris wheel thingy? That was-

"One of the many moments I thought I'd have to risk all out war to get rid of you. However, that plan got nixed once I discovered that aside from your mountain-tier durability... you're the most innocent thing I've ever seen. You and the other little one that hails from the Empire."

>...See, I wanna feel touched by that, really, I do, but the 'risk war' and 'get rid of you' parts keep me at an emotional distance....

"Good. Because I've found that the best part about innocent things? It's so much fun breaking them."

She'd begun to circle him now, her gait slow and purposeful, staring down at the top of his blonde mane.

"So much fun... molding them. Watching them chip and crack, then being the glue that puts them back together stronger than before."

>I... guess?

"And you... you with your dream of flying with my Princess. Laughable. Ha. Wait, that deserves a double-take. Haha.”

>...Go ahead an' laugh, miss trainer mare lady, that’s okay. ’Cause it won't be a dream for much longer. I'm gon’ fly with Luna.

It was rare that one could speak of an unknown with such certainty and dogmatism that they inspired others to genuinely believe it was obtainable.

"Huh."

Yet Fifty-Six pulled it off magnificently, and he proceeded to glare at the captain. It came off as more a pout than anything but the meaning, the intent, was there.

She allowed him that look. It was what she wanted to see, that conviction. Then she turned from him.

"As you are now, flying with her is indeed a dream... but perhaps, with your dedication, you can makes dreams a re–"

BOOM

Neither Fifty-Six or the lunar captain so much as flinched when a mighty clap of random thunder cracked off in the distance.

>...

"..."

>...Was that, uh... was that the thu-

"Yes."

>Well... not exactly money wasted then, eh?

"Not money, no. Just my life. Just my time and dreams."

>Aww.

"Save your pity, little one. You're going to need it for yourself soon enough, because your first step towards getting into the Lunar Guard is... simply finding our common room. Fare thee well, Fifty-Six, I wish you... luck!"

And again, as with her inaugural greeting, the Lunar Captain's tone of voice and sudden flare of wings made it seem as though something harrowing might follow.

Except, again, nothing did and both she and Fifty-Six were left looking at one another in an awkward silence.

"...oh, come the heck on, seriously? Really seriously? Does nothing want me to win today?"

She aimed an annoyed kick behind her, at the fog machine waiting in the wings, causing it to sputter and spark.

"See, this stupid thing was voice programmed to go off at the word 'luck' and it... it didn't... because it's dumb, and life wants me to look stupid. There was supposed to be smoke and I'd vanish like the night and feel cool for once.... "

>But... ya are though. Know why?

Any other in his position would have thought twice about touching the captain of the Lunar Guard, such an illustrious, rarely seen figure. But, like most things, the notoriety of title was lost on Fifty-Six and he tapped her encouragingly on the foreleg.

>’Cause the mare who’s gonna help me fly with Luna is the coolest mare ever.

Honestly? She would have audibly “daw’ed” right then and there if doing so weren’t a surefire way to lose some of her self-issued cool points.

So she settled for flicking her tail, about-facing, and marching towards the door. She would use her wing to open it just right and slid out of sight. Perfect.

“Hm. We’ll see how cool you see me once you’ve had a taste of the trials that we, the Lunar Gu-HOLY SMOKES WING CRAAAAAMMMP!”

When she fell down, thudding to the ground to commence rolling about like an overturned tortoise, Fifty-Six remained silent.

“OWOWOWOW SON OF A LIMP BISCUIT-”

>…

“-DONKEY SLAPPING PEANUT BUTTER-”

>…

“-SLATHERED ALL OVER MY BIG FAT BOOTY-”

>Annnnd now I’m gonna jus’ bow out, save ya the dignity dive, an’ struggle to keep my eyes on the prize.

“-OUCHOUCHOUCHOWOWOWOW-”

>…Yeah. Well, take care! I gotta go write my ‘cuz a letter! He's gonna bust a hoof when he hears this!

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>42
"Twilight"
~~~

"So, has Chrysalis talked about what kind of plans she's making if this goes well? She'll have access to all the knowledge of the changelings if she does, this will be... well, pretty big, right?"

>Sadly, she remains tight lipped on the matter, no doubt out of fear her intentions will be misconstrued... again.

"Pretty fair fear, I guess?"

>Indeed. But I feel she has the best of intentions, in this matter at least. Still, I am happy that you are assisting her. While I very much doubt there are any weapons of mass destruction lying in wait inside of the Hivemind, or clearly the Queens would have used it prior, I do fear that there will be something... tempting in there.

"You're still worried she'll snap?"

>If it makes you feel any better, I very much feel the same regarding you. Power, no matter who holds it, is tempting. Does that help?

"...It doesn't."

>This is why I am not a diplomatic emissary.

"Aww, I think you'd be pretty good as a Queen of your own."

>I thank you, but I do not share your view. I am a soldier first and foremost. Not to mention, I do not think we could handle another Hive around here, where would we put them?

"Maybe strike it out on your own?"

>While my Queen no doubt would be elated at being free of a place she does not personally control, I very much prefer living here, thank you.

"So you can look at my sister in law's ass as you walk behind her?"

>...

"Yeah, I saw you."

>...E-erm... ahem...

"..."

>I uh...

"..."

>...D-do you wish for any refreshments while we wait, princess?

"I-"

>Of course, right away, thank you for your patience.

ZOOM!

"...I was just kidding..."

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 >Pennydrop
"???"
~~~

>So, I take it everything went according to plan?

She need not even look to know one of her agents had made an appearance. They were good, no question for the amount she paid them, but relying on others was never her greatest strength. It paid to have a set of skills for ones self.

"Every one of them signed up, except the minotaurs."

>Expected, they were always the most stubborn of the group. They'll need some more shows before they cave, but they will.

"Aside from that, wins across the board. They pretty much cut a blank check in exchange for one of those machines."

>Obviously, that's why we did it.

"...Will they grow angry when they realize they can only be powered by unicorn magic? If they convert their military as we want, they'll be utterly dependent on unicorn ponies for any power."

>I don't recall authorizing telling them how the power source works.

"Nobody has, but...what about when they find out?"

>By that time... it will be too late.

"...Understood."

Cheerfully, she held up her glass.

>It's a new age, little shadow. Try to remember who's going to be holding the reigns.

Without another word, she was gone.

>...It's a new age...

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 >LD
"Dash"
'Gilda'
~~

>Ohhh... this isn't good.

"Not good? Dish... dish ish da best."

'GRYPHON SHTONE BESH!'

>This is not good.

"Was... was celebratin', thankee!"

'GETTIN' SHNOOKERED!'

>That's not what that means.

'Don't tell me howda lif!'

"Don't tell her howda lif, captains orders!"

'SHE SHA CAPPY!'

"Ah'mma cappy."

>Boss... boss, we have drills....

"AH GOTTIT!"

>NO WAIT-

~~~~

>This went so badly.

"Why do shey keep flyin' inta' the rocks?"

>That's where you point them!

'Dash dumb.'

"HEY!"

'What?'

"Dun call me dumb!"

'Ah didneh!'

"DID SHO!"

'NGH UN!'

"Dun be doin' it!"

'Don't tell me howda live!'

TACKLE!

>Wow! Okay, wow, SO MANY regulations are being broken right now. In tandem! This is a fucking domino effect of broken regulations! Boss, you need to stop this right... right... boss?

"Zzzzz."
'Zzzz...'

>...Wow that is a... compromising position. Very compromising. That looks... like something that makes me jealous, actually.

"'Zzzzzz'"

>...Iwannadrunksnuggletoo...

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>SP
"41"
~~~

>...

"....Nooooo..."

>...

"Noooooo."

>...

"SP, S to the P, no. No. NO."

>...

"NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO.'

>...

"NEIT! NEIN! NON! OTHER MADE UP WORDS THAT MEAN NO THAT I JUST MADE UP!"

>...

"NOOOOOO!"

>...but... she'd know, wouldn't she? I mean, she used to be hot shit to changelings back in the day, right? She had to have spotted you at some point-

"NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NONONONONONONONONONONONO!"

>...I'mma do it.

"I'M TELLING THE PRINCESS ON YOU!"

>Doing it!

ZOOM!

"...Well, 41, he's gonna die. Time to get yourself a new friend. Let's just take stock of all the other guards around... annnd... maybe the lings... annnd... SUCKERPUNCH WAIT FOR ME!"

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 OOCO
>Applejack
"Celestia"
'Shining Armour'
:???:
{???}

>...Ah'm alone

>Ah am sitting in my bathtub, with a very nice and relaxing atmosphere around me, and there's nopony else here

>...There's nopony else here, I can finally.....

...

>...Relax

>...

>....Oh thank Faust ah' swore they'd emerge from somewhere to ruin everythin'

She let herself sink down a litt,e chin grazing the bubbly surface

>Finally....

>...

>...Wait...WAIT, IFFIN' THEY'RE NOT HERE, THEN WHERE-?!

ELSEWHERE

"...[glug]?"

'[Blub]~..."

SLAM

{Dooodeedoodeedooo, immeasurable stresses of the guard life are fun~, Oh hey! A bath already prepared for me! Ahhh, Pommel, sometimes things do go your way after all, Iiiii'l just dip in an-}

:HEY POMMEL! THAT SMALL ASS OBSSESSED ALIEN'S FUCKIN' RUN OFF AGAIN!:

{...Uuuuugh}

SLAM

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NC
>Pommel
"Daw"
~~

>Uh... I think the prince and Princess are fucking in our bathtub.

"The married ones?"

>One of that pair, yes.

"..."

>...What... what do I do?

"Did you ask to join in?"

>...

"What? I woulda."

>Could've lived my whole life without knowing that, thanks.

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 OOCO
>AJ
“Shiny”
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>Mmmprgh…

“Grim.”

>Pssshgm…?

“Mm-nm-nm.”

>Fnngh….

“Grrrrrglglglge.”

Whatever Applejack had just garbled to Shining while both their mouths were full of toothpaste foam must have been hilarious because he started to snort and giggle.

Which, oddly, Applejack didn’t seem to mind one bit, even if he was cheek-to-bleary-cheek with her, both of them staring at the others drained faces in the mirror.

They were both drop-dead tired from the night before, from handling the many varied responsibilities that came with their title.

They both had bloodshot eyes, a sign of sleep depravation.

And they were both using the other as a much needed leaning post.

Because the day wasn’t going to wait on either of them.

He glanced at her with an inquisitive eye.

She shook her head.

In response, he nudged her.

She rolled her eyes, then she spat first.

>Thanks, Shinin’….

“Mrg mph.”

As she walked away, or rather stumbled, her tail and his lifted, the tips meeting in new variation of the ‘hoof-bump’.

She didn’t even have the strength to tell him off for somehow winding up in her bathroom again.

“Thansh, abbuh butt.”

Now she snorted, her ears giving a tired twitch.

>Not y’all, too….

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OOCO
>SA
"Celly"
~~

>Tax form... tax form... tax form... tax form... tax-

Screech.... screech...

>...Tax form... tax form... legislature... bill...

Scrreeeeeee.... screeeeee...

>...request to join harem that does not exist... tax form...

Screeeee... ScreeeeeEEEEEE.

>Bill bill bill foreign request for aide bill bill bill tax form-

SCREEE SCREEE SCREEE

SLAM!

>...Celestia.

"Shining Armor."

>There is a cake on my desk. Or rather I should say consuming it, for it is far larger than said desk.

"That there is."

>Is there reason for cake?

"Does anyone ever need reason for cake?"

>Normally, yes.

"Blasphemy. I shall strike them down for it!"

>Why cake, Princess Celestia?

"Well, Prince Shining Armor, I suppose if there had to be a reason, it would be because of thanks for your treasured assistance in this time without my eternal ally against the paperwork, Applejack. You have proven invaluable to the Equestrian cause."

>Uh huh. You know you don't need to thank me.

"So, I can just eat all of this myself? Well, if you insist."

>I didn't say that.

"It was implied."

>Anything can be implied if you want it. I can imply I'm going to jump into this cake right now, if I wanted to.

"..."

>...Thinking about it?

"Are you not?"

>...

"..."

>"WHEEEE!"

SPLAT!

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>29
"Luna"
~~~

>TEACHER, I COULD REALLY-

WHAM

>-USE SOME-

WHAM

>-TEACHING RIGHT NOW!

"...what's the point?"

Had his head not been cornering the market on said feeling while being driven into the ground, the defeated tone of his mentor would have stung him quite deeply.

"We... I don't even know why I tried. I should have known I had nothing worthwhile to pass on, or teach... I can only teach by telling others what not to do, what not to be. I... I never should have even tried."

>I understand thou-

WHAM!

>I am sympathetic-

WHAM!

>You're not a bad teacher!

The creature, it seemed, disagreed, hammering him in ever harder into the earth.

Again and again, he tried to call his mind magics to his defense.

They were broken as easily as they were conjured, the beast beyond any power he could hope to bring.

"Your words are hollow... we are worthless, we are nothing but a thing of darkness... we deserve to be punished."

If he had foolishly held any hope before, it was cast away when the thing of star and shadow grew ever larger, ever more powerful.

>We all make mistakes? Things happen for a reason? It was meant to be if... look, I'm not very good at this, can you just call this thing off before it-

The thing seemed almost happy as it brought down the roach motel, crushing him beneath it.

>I get it! Bug! Okay!? BUG! Got it! Stop with the bug thing!

Instead, she summoned a flame thrower.

>...Although not technically bug related, I feel the spirit is-AHHHHHHH!

He burned, oh how he burned.

And the thing grew...

"I'm sorry... I cannot call it off, just as I could not stop myself so long ago..."

>WHY DOES THIS FIRE HAVE THORNS IN IT!?

"I'm sorry..."

Tantabus, it's power, it's being, grew with every bit of horror and pain it's single victim felt...

And soon, it would be powerful enough.

It would escape.

>OH COME ON, ANTS?! WHY ARE THERE ANTS IN THE FIRE AHHHHH!

Soon.

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