[FR]Fracture: Dark of Night.

>Day Evening in Equestria.
>You are Anon.
>Rolling down the dirt road to Ponyville in a wheelchair that was made for a larger mammal.
>A small cloud of smoke is building above Fluttershy’s cottage.
>She’s bound to wake up soon.
>As you roll into town, a white shape begins to come into view.
>The smell of marshmallow comes wafting gently on the breeze.
>Avoiding the Earth Pony Pride Bonfire, you make a sharp left turn.
>And all too late, you notice the ground in front of you is no longer there.
>A gentle breeze pushes you forward.
Fuck.


>You rocket down the hill, wheels beginning to glow a bright orange.
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>Everything begins to merge into a blur of color.
>Except for Sugarcube Corner.
>It’s coming into focus at a frightening pace, getting larger as each second goes by.
>Your hands reach for the wheels, but the heat and speed forces you to retract.
>The Corner is about 20 meters away now.
So this is how it all ends?
>15 meters.
Smashed to death by a giant gingerbread house?
>8 meters.
>The wheels have caught on fire, and you can feel the hair being singed from your arms.
>3 meters.
>You’re filled with fear, but you put a smile on your face.
>No need to die with a broken dick AND a lack of dignity, right?
>2 meters.
>A soft blue glow envelops you and the wheel chair.
>1 meter.


>You are now Fluttershy.
>Normally you’d be looking for Anon right now, but that is being put off till later.
>Right now, you’re heading over to PurpleSma-
>I mean, Twilight Sparkle’s house/library/tree.
>You notice that the lights are out, but this is important.
Wake up, T-twilight.
>No response.
>You walk away and face the library.
>You needed this done now.
>You spread your wings out to their full span.
>With a loud *fwoosh*, you lift into the air.
Wakey-wakey.
>You fly towards the door as fast as you can.
>Eyes tearing up from the speed of your flight.
>That door is COMING THE FUCK DOWN!
>*pomf*
>The door still stands.
D-darn.
>Guess you’ll have to come back tomorrow, huh?
>As if by magic, the door creaks open, revealing a very tired purple unicorn.
>”What the hell do you want Fluttershy?”
O-oh! Umm…it’s a Code 37.
>A purple haze flows over the both of you, and with a loud crack, you disappear.


>You are now Anon.
>The blue glow has lifted you into the air, and changed your momentum.
>You’re now doing backflips about 2 meters above the ground, holding desperately onto the handles.
>As you spin, you can make out a few brightly colored streaks.
>One is white and purple, and the other is black and purple.
>Could it be?
RARITY! GET ME OFF THIS CRAZY THING!
>”How dare you take that tone with me?”
>Yup. It’s Rarity.
>”You could at the very least use your manners.”
PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!
>You begin to slow down, and Rarity shoos away the black and purple figure, which waddles off into the distance.
>The chair lowers gently to the floor, and you catch a fleeting glimpse of the mysterious figure.
>Is that Spike in a leotard?
I think so brain.
>”Who are you talking to Anon?”
>Damn. You’re doing it again.
No one.
>There’s a fluttering noise in the distance.
Shit…I gotta go. Have fun with Spike!
>As you roll away, Rarity’s irises shrink to pinpricks.
>”H-how d-d-d-d-di-d-did”
>”So it WAS Spike!” You think as you roll away.
>Looks like you’re getting some free clothes.



>You are now Fluttershy.
>The mist floats away into the darkness, illuminated only by a soft purple glow.
Oh d-dear.
>The violet light begins to fade as five small, crimson lights begin to appear.
>The candles form a pentagon, and Twilight sits in the center, staring you down.
>”Code 37 is a very serious thing to ask me for, Fluttershy.”
>Her eyes are boring into your very being.
>”Are you sure that you can pay the price for my services?”
y-yes.
>Twilight looks at you with greedy eyes.
>You reach a hoof under your left wing, pulling out a sticky, rope-like object.
>You wave it before her face, trying not to laugh at her confusion.
I d-don’t need to tell anyone about the linguine accident, do I?
>The candles flare up around her at the mention of the incident.
>”NO ONE CAN PROVE I DID THAT!”
>Despite the ferocity of the flames and the anger in her voice, you can see the brief flashes of panic in her eyes.
>Checkmate.
Alright, then; how about you give me what I want, and nopony will find out about the accident?
>Her irises have shrunk alongside the candle flames.
>”Fine.”


>You are now Anon.
>After avoiding three other Earth Pony Pride Marshmallow Roasts, you have finally made it home.
>From the smell of things, they were making the s’mores of the Gods.
>You’ll have to get Pinkie to make you some.
>The house looks just as bad as when you left.
>You paid Pinkie and Applebloom to build it, giving them the blueprints to FallingWater, and your old house on Earth, as inspiration.
>After one long month of living at the Library, you were finally able to see their handiwork.
>The outside was beautiful beyond belief, and had a balcony overlooking the town.
>But then Applebloom walked outside.
>Blank flank, and babbling on about being a chocolatier.
>The place looked like Willy Wonka’s summer home.
>It was surreal.
>Making your way up the steps, folded wheelchair in front of you, you reached for the peppermint doorknob.
>There were streamers draped across the room.
>A plate of slightly moldy s’mores on the table.
>And in the chocolate fountain; a sleeping Pinkie and Gummy.
Fuckin’ Pinkie.
>Shutting off the fountain, and placing a blanket over the duo, you walk up the stairs and roll onto the bed.
I’ll throw out the s’mores in the morning.



>You are now Fluttershy
>Having successfully blackmailed Twilight, you are now listening to her talk about Code 37.
>”Now Fluttershy, you’ll have to keep in mind that this is not an exact magic.”
>”There could be mental, or even physical, changes that may manifest.”
>She is flipping through a large book as she tells you this.
>After a few seconds of searching, she has found the right page.
>”Okay. Now; how many do you need?”
>Your mind draws back to the note Anon left on your fridge.
I n-need ninety-nine of them.
>A purple glow envelops her horn, and a sharp pain stings your front leg.
>Looking down, your eyes go wide as you see a large needle pushing an unknown liquid into your body.
WHAT THE BUCK IS THAT?
>The syringe empties, and it disappears along with the glow around Twilight’s horn.
>”It’s a sedative.”
Will it h-hurt that bad?
>”A drop of water is to the ocean, as a needle-prick is to the pain you’re about to feel.”
>You feel your heart drop.
>Can you really do this?
>Withstand all this pain for your beloved Anon?
>Yes.
>You work The Stare on Twilight.
Do it, filly.
>A bubbling, green and purple glow surrounds her horn, with streaks of black highlighting the brighter colors.
>A purple mist streams out of her eyes.
>She touches her horn to your side, and the bubbling aura covers your body.
>You feel your body stretch and tear.
>The room goes black as you begin to feel your bones splitting.