The Fourth Barrier

by Sonic Derpboom

Rating: everyone
Tags: Sad
Length: 1040

She can break it, but she can't break through it.

(This story is extremely old and is gutter tier trash. Please read anything else on this site over this malodorous tripe.)
(Based on the image by the amazing MisterBrony, which is also this story's cover image.)
Pinkie Pie laments about her inability to fully pass through the forsaken barrier that separates us and her.

(A live reading of this story by TheLivingLibrary: Video )

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-05-05 07:00:02 UTC

Finality

I see you, and I know that you can see me. I don't mean to say that in a weird way, but it's true. We can observe each other to our heart's content. We can eternally pretend to personally know each other, but the situation will always remain the same. We cannot touch, meet, or even converse within the walls of our own respective realities. We can only observe.

You have seen me do everything that I have done for the past 2 years, while I can only see you upon you observing me. You can see me play, eat, converse with friends, party, and all else as much as you want. I can only throw you an occasional glance or stare. If I do anything more, it would be pointless. No matter how close I get to you, there will always be a barrier in the way. Not just a barrier, the barrier.

You and your friends have come to refer to it as the "Fourth Wall." It is not a wall. A wall can be broken, leaving a hole to pass through. A barrier is a much better description for this. A barrier, while it can be broken, will remain persistent. A barrier doesn't have to be physical. It is much stronger when used in metaphorical context, such as this.

I have come to refer to this shield that prevents us from meeting as the "Fourth Barrier." I am the only one around who can physically see through it. I am the sole being who can gaze between mine and your sides of the wall. Whenever I do so, my friends, my fellow elements, tell me that I'm looking at nothing. They say that I'm staring absently, that the "fourth barrier" is not real. They finally pass it off as my "usual Pinkie Pie ways."

They are wrong.

I know that I can gaze at you, just as you can gaze at me. Our eyes can connect. I may say something along the lines of a quote or a single sentence. Even in doing that, it feels pointless. I can throw you glances, I can try to communicate with you, but in the long run, it will all come together as it usually does. I will continue on my way, as will you.

This dreaded barrier that prevents you and me from being truly connected, I have tried to breach it, I have tried to break through it, I have tried my hardest to force my way onto your side of the barrier. It never works. I am always pulled back to my own reality.

The closest that I ever came...I will never forget it. I was in Appleoosa, me and my friends having just recently solved a major problem between the two kinds that inhabited that city. It was a very eventful day, through and through. The most dynamic moment of it, however, was near it's finish. After everypony had went on their way, I seized my opportunity. I jumped into my usual position for this "fourth wall breaking", as you call it. I leaped into that blank spot that only I can see. The one that slowly closes in a strange, circular pattern, every now and again. As I jumped through, I heard a voice utter something. I can't quite remember what it was. I used this as a jump start. As I breached that closing hole, I let out the first thing that came to mind.

"Hey! That's what I said!"

I could feel it, I was almost through. Half of my figure had escaped. I felt as if I was finally going to feel your embrace. However, I suddenly felt as if I was being...pulled by my tail. I tried as hard as I could to pull myself through, to be with you, but I failed. At the finish, my hardest was not enough. I was pulled back into my own reality by that unknown force. There I was, sitting there. I had just failed at my closest attempt at personally encountering you. I never wanted to try it again, yet at the same time, I felt as if I could. I felt as if I had just discovered the formula for breaching that insipid boundary.

I have not tried again...Not out of fear of injury, but out of fear of failure. I feel as if, each time I try, I have failed myself, failed my mission, failed you. I just hope that you can look upon my failure with laughter, not realizing it as failure, and thus letting ignorance of the situation continue taking it's bliss upon you.

I feel as if time is running out. I feel as if  this, which has has basically become nothing more than a nonsensical rant about reality, must be cut short. I do not wish for it to be. This is the first genuine time that I may be able to get a message out to you. The first, and last. I know that all good things must come to a finish, and all that, but I just wish for this time to last forever. I wish for this brief period in which I can fully voice my thoughts on this almost deranged situation to never finish. And yet, I know it must.

So, listen to me. If you are out there, if you can see me, if you can hear me speak, see my movements, then please give me some way of knowing. I desire to fully know whether you feel the same way about this situation as I do. Please. I have no way besides what I am doing right now to alert you. I hope that you have some way to make me aware of your feelings.

I can now feel that force again. It is trying to pull me back into my own reality, just as it did that day in Appleoosa. It governs the fourth barrier, It prevents us from being together. Just remember what I said. If you can, if it's within your power, give me a signal. A way of knowing that you've been listening this whole time.

She can break it, but she cannot break through it.