Climate of Change Pt 4: Living in a Fog

>”Doctor, I think it’s working.” A feminine voice calls.
>How about that? Those fabulous mares got you to a hospital and apparently Celestia’s attack was a joke.
>”Good good, increase the drip.” That must be the doctor, good.
>You will your eyes to open.
>OW!
>The room’s way to bright.
>Just go slow and let your eyes adjust.
>”Take it easy,” the doctor says, his form just a blob... what’s wrong with him?
>Your vision swims to focus and... oh Shit, he’s a hideous monster... Wait, you recognize the form.
>You recognize it because you see it everyday in the mirror.
>You hyperventilate slightly.
>”Whe... where am I?’ You try to look around but feel so weak.
>”You beem in a coma for some time.”
>....How, what? “I need to... Scootaloo and the girls need me.”
>The doctor frowns and nods. “Ah, I was afraid of this. You were showing heightened brain activity. You must have had VERY lucid dreams.”
>What’s this thing in your arm? Fuck that thing! You yank it out. “No... no dream... need to go.. need to.”
>Damn it brain, why are you being difficult?
>....
>Silent treatment eh?
>This “doctor” man, holds you down and shouts something to the nurse. She jabs you with something and you have a little nap.

>Through the course a week or so of imprisonment, you learn that you were in a car accident supposedly.
>You were in a coma.
>You tell people who claim to be your parents about the things you “dreamed”.
>They tell you they were characters from a kids show. You had a roommate while you were out that loved it and watched it non-stop.
>They say it must have worked into your subconscious.
>Is that what happened? It’s so hard to remember.... everything.
>Here, there, everywhere.
>It hurts to even try.
>You’re finally released from the hospital and given the number to a psychologist.
>Your parents let you live with them until you get back on your feet.
>You try watching a few of these p0ny episodes.
>It’s hard, hurts too much.
>The first time Scootaloo’s in an episode, you have yourself a little cry.
>In an attempt to see if this world is fake, you cut your arm.
>Fuck it hurts.... but you also remember things hurting when you were in a coma... In the other world... WHATEVER THE FUCK!
>You hate yourself and hate the world.
>Fuck it. If you’re going to be here, why do it sober?

>You grab what little money you have from the dead end job your parents help you get. and head out.
>Left or right?
>The store on the right is cheaper, but farther... The left is closer, but more expensive.
>Fuck it, you’re a poor boy, take a right.
>Hello people... people who don’t say ‘hi’, or care about anyp0n.... anyone.
>The clerks only friendly because he has to.
>You get your booze and drink to forget.
>It doesn’t work. The only thing that works is time.
>The years tick on. You move up from your job, become somewhat functional member of society.
>Hell you even settle down and have a couple of boys.
>You insist on adopting.
>A little girl.
>And for reasons you don’t tell anyone.
>You give her the nickname ‘Scoots’
AN END

Note to reader: The above ending is for sadness only. Please read the author approved actual ending.

>You grab what little money you have from the dead end job your parents help you get. and head out.
>Left or right?
>The store on the right is cheaper, but farther... The left is closer, but more expensive.
>Gotta get drunk NAO!
>To the left Captain Sadsack.
>Hello people... people who don’t say ‘hi’, or care about anyp0n.... anyone.
>Hello crazy homless guy who’s coming your wayohshit!
>He stumbles up to you “She don’t like chaos.”
>You back away a little “Um what?”
>”She don’t like what she can’t control. She hides what she can’t control.” He spits while he talks.
>Speechless.
>”Gotta prove you don’ wanna be here.”
>Whoa. “What do you mean?”
>”CAT’S DON’T SING THE BLUES! They like the electrotechno funk railroad.” Ooooookay, time to back away slowly.
>You hear him ranting to another passerby as you make your tactical withdrawl.
>Get the booze, get home.

>Why is that crazy guy affecting you so much.
>Fuck it, you may be drunk, but you need some air.
>There’s an old decommissioned lightrail stop not too far. It’s still accessible and quite the hang out.
>Someone’s already there. They have a radio blaring a song. Oh well, at least it’s Bowie.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v--IqqusnNQ&ob=av2n&noredirect=1
>You think about everything you experienced. Everything you remembered.
>Poor Scootaloo.... Makes you want to cry more.
>The lights of the train appears down the way.
>Man it’s moving fast, well it doesn’t need to stop.
>What the fuck?
>The song hits it’s chorus as you close your eyes.
>Take a deep breathe.
>Step off the platform.
>And whisper her name.
>This is what dying feels like

>For the second time in a matter of months, you die.
>You gotta say, you’re getting used to it.
>I still think you’re a dumbass.
>Hey welcome back brain, mind helping me coax my eyes open?
>Do better than that. A one.. a two... A one two three four!
>Your eyes shoot open and you’re sitting straight up sucking as much breath into your lungs as possible.
>Somebody shouts. “He’s up, thanks to the brew in my cup.”
>You’re not up for long, you’re immediately tackled by a group of brightly colored objects.... What happened?
>Oh right!
>After the chorus of “You’re alive!” and “Thank you!” They pile off.
>There they all are, your friends.
>Twilight, Pinkie, Rarity, Fluttershy, Applejack, Rainbow, and off a ways, too stunned to say anything or even move, Scootaloo. Also, there’s that Zebra.
>You start laughing. “I guess you won there AJ... I am yours to do whatever you want.”
>She wipes a tear away, “Ok.... What I want you ta do.... Don’ya dare go anywhere. Don die again.” Good enough for you.
>”So... what happened?” You ask, seems valid.
>Twilight fills you in about sending Celestia.... somewhere, thanks to you. Luna’s taken charge, destroyed the facility, and has gotten quite handy at the day night cycle.
>Rainbow brings Scootaloo over to you.
>You hold her close. “See Scoots, not even death or a pissed off sun goddess can keep me from you.”
>She’s weeping into your chest and you stroke her mane comfortingly.
>Is this the real life? Or is this just fantasy?
>Frankly, you don’t care.
>You’re back with her again and you wouldn’t trade that for anything.