A Day In My Life Without You

A Day In My Life Without You

Chapter 2: The Death Mare

“that is simply impossible!” said twilight with a hint of nervousness in here voice.
“death isn’t something impossible, in fact, it’s quite unavoidable!”
“quite?” questioned twilight
“Celestia and luna being one of the few. damn alicorns… well as you can see” he started to say, but after a few words he noticed twilights lack of attention and simply stopped until he thought it would be a good time to resume his little lecture.
Twilight, still resentful from the news that had been given to her, sat down and started to wonder how in all of equestria did she end up dead? Food poisoning? No, spike made her last sandwich and he is incapable of that! Killed? Well she did hear of this killing spell, but no pony in all of the years Celestia had been alive has there ever been a case of somepony being killed by another pony. Twilight soon saw that death seemed to be quite impatient to tell her what just happened. So she stared at him and lifted her eyebrow as if to say “keep going…”
“well, you see I am the mare in charge of all this afterlife and such. See?” he said as he produced a very long and sharpened scythe from under his long, black cloak.
“ whoa, whoa, whoa, wait aren’t we supposed to, y’know, see some bright light and then get sent to like, another dimension where there is no pain or something?” asked twilight as she carefully inspected his face. (or were it was supposed to be, anyways) his eyes were barely visible, they seemed to be just to two white balls hanging in midair. She couldn’t tell exactly what color they were in the middle. Hazel? Brown? Maybe even a little green?
“pfft, you are actually foolish enough to believe that stuff? I though you were the smartest pony around?”
“well it’s a theory, a WIDELY accepted idea that is backed up by facts…” twilight trailed off looking at the other 5 ponies (and dragon) that know were starting to creep closer to the door, as though it was about to explode any second now.
“come on pinkie pie! Just a little closer…” said rainbow dash as she squinted a the door as if it would speed up the process.
“easy for you to say! You are not the one that is about to close a door that has been touched by a ghost!” said pinkie pie as she crawled towards the door as slowly as possible.
Twilight soon began to process all this information inside her tiny little pony head. As if by instinct, she yelled “aha!” when she came to a… quite painful conclusion.
“this must mean I really am dead! dead… but that’s impossible! How could I have died!”
“well I’m only here for the job, I don’t know how ponies die, I just,” he said as he levitated the scythe closer yet to twilight
“do the job. Well it looks like you are on your own for the rest of you’re life! Or afterlife, or whatever they call it these days! Well, at least till one of you’re friends bites the dust. might be the pink one” he whispered to her ear.
“well, if you must…” she said, as she lowered her head in sadness and a single tear rolled of her cheek. That single, burning tear seemed to rip across her face knowing that it might be the last time she might be able to produce a tear, or even feel heat for that matter.
“wait,” she said as she snapped her head back up to take a better look at death.
“why in all of the wide, wide world of equestria is my tear warm? I’m dead! Shouldn’t it be cold too?!”
“well, you see, I WAS going to explain to you this, but you seemed too resentful and gave up without a fight, what with all these pieces of news hitting you like a brick. Unlike most other ponies your age… you see, umm, how do I put this? Well, the thing is, you may not be dead, but that doesn’t mean you are still alive.”
Twilight shook her little unicorn head, trying to understand the sentence that was just delivered to her.
“wait” she said, blinking as slowly as she could so she wouldn’t have to concentrate on anything else. (actually, I sometimes do that. Just a habit editors note)
“isn’t that an oxymoron?” death just shook its (barely recognizable) head and said
“look child what I’m trying to say is that you aren’t dead, but you are still living. A rarity of an occurrence.”
“so, what does this mean again?”
“it means that” he was cut off by a certain pink pony rushing back to where the other six were. She panted heavily as she said
“I *pant didn’t *pant see anything! *pant” she heaved herself on the couch that for some reason, nopony was sitting there.
“pfft, what a wimp! I could run 50 miles and not break a single sweat!” she said as she flared her wings to an admittedly impressive length.
“rainbow dash, dear, this really isn’t the time for one of your little, err, moments.” said rarity whilst calming down pinky pie.
Not until rarity spoke did she notice that all of them didn’t look like their usual self. Pinkie pie did have her signature looked unhappy, almost sad. Rarity didn’t have any type of makeup or even a fancy new headdress or any of the sorts. Rainbow dash was the only pony who physically didn’t change, yet she seemed to lost most of her pep that usually protruded far from where it needed to stay. Fluttershy was, being her usually shy self but she looked very Yet her pink mane looked very awful. It looked very ugly , with some bald spots, bits of branches and even some animal fur clinging to her as if it was her own fur. Applejack was caked full of mud and dirt. Her ponytails were practically non-existing and she seemed… quite?
“why are all these ponies acting very… differently?”
“that was were I was going before I got very rudely interrupted!” he said as he glared venomously at pinkie pie.
“I tried to say that when stuff like this happens, I have to give you what some ponies may call, a chance?”’ he said as he looked at twilight as if waiting for a response from her.
“and what does this have to do with me both not being alive and my friends connected?”
“well you see if and only if”
“does this mean?” she said as she immediately walked towards him, grateful for what he was (hopefully) going to say.
“ if and only if you manage to find out how you died in 24 hours, you will be spared.”
“OH, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!” she screamed with glee as she scooted closer to death a she tried to give him a hug. He slowly backed away, disgusted and resentful of. Such a showcase of affection towards him.
“BUT” he said as he tried to out-yell twilight
“but what?” said twilight as a concerned face became immediately plastered on her face.
“but at the end, I have to learn something too. Anything other than how you died”
“but you have lived eternally! You can’t teach an old dog new tricks!”
“unless he forgets them. Well, Good luck either way! But first…” he said as he leaned closer towards twilight. A dark mist came out of his cloak and soon swirled around twilights head as if it was a tentacle, trying to choke its prey.
Twilight soon felt really dizzy and lightheaded. Her whole world spun around her enveloping her in a blur of lights and colors. She couldn’t take it anymore and collapsed to the floor, expecting to faint. However, quite the opposite happened. She somehow felt more awoken than ever. She seemed to grasp on to whatever form of alertness that she had.
“right now, you feel, sad and lonely, and maybe even angry that you have to spend time with me. But deep inside, you feel a lot of happiness and hope that you still might have a chance to live.” He said as his tentacle whipped back inside his cloak.
“ what did you do?!” she said as she snapped back to reality and shook her head.
“ well, it seems I can read minds and feelings, I was just showcasing a small morsel of what my powers can do.”
“well it seems that it will prove useful in my little escapade from death”
“hah! Do you really think I am stupid enough to just loose another soul? Never!” he said with a hint of smugness in his voice.
“we will see about that!” said twilight as she saw what was happening over at the couch. They were all piled up on top of each other, pinkie pie at the bottom, spike at the top. They all looked like homeless the way they were, yet so sweet and innocent.
“So, what do we do first?” asked twilight
“ I don’t have the slightest idea. You’re the boss, so, what exactly do we do?”
“sleep? Said twilight as she laid down and closed her eyes ready to finally get what she so desired since she had awoken by the bog.
“oh, no, no, no, no, spirits never sleep. They are always awake and alert. Never sleepy or groggy.”
“then why do I feel so… oh, maybe because I’m still like half alive or something?”
“ well, maybe, but you MIGHT want to milk you’re time for what its worth, just in case you don’t manage to finish” he sounded very serious and almost concerned in that sentence, a little too much though.
“well that seems suspicious, I though you were supposed to be the king of trickster, the ultimate ninja, the troll god!”
“well, just sayin’” he said as he plopped down next to her and started to spontaneously yell right next to her ear. After a few minutes of twilight thinking she might already be deaf, she yelled
“ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT, ALRIGHT WHAT THE HECK DO YOU THINK I SHOULD DO!” she said as she looked at him with a stare much like the one he gave pinkie pie.
“well what would be the most obvious thing?” he said with a slight hint of glee in his voice.
“ well, lets plan our time accordingly. First, we should go to canter lot to see what major events happened while I was gone .”
“… you have only been gone for about 12 hours…” said death as he sheathed his scythe, acknowledging that he wouldn’t need it for some time.
“well murder isn’t exactly a common thing nowadays. Since the great equestrian war not a single pony has been murdered or killed in an way. Why do you think lawyers nowadays are going hungry?”
“that last part is actually really true. Since the last millennium more ponies have died of hunger, usually ponies that work in the legal system."
“see?” said twilight with a “bitch please” expression on her face
“perfect reason to go to canterlot. Maybe even visit Celestia. I mean, we are pretty darn close. I wonder if she even knows if I’m alive… anyways next I will go and visit each one of my friends to see if they had anything to do with me, all while trying to make you feel, um, happy? Actually all the while trying to make you feel any emotion at all, really. By then it will probably be late noon, plenty of time to figure the rest on my own!”
“ I really thought you planned better. That just sounds really bad and sloppy, but if that floats your boat, oh well…”
“yup, that’s my plan and I’m sticking to it!” she said as she slowly got up to her hoofs and trotted out the door. Death sighed and followed her.
“what you’re going to follow me all around while trying to find who or what killed me?”
“well, how else are you going to make me have feelings?”
“good point. So…”
“so?” asked death
“so can’t you like teleport us to canterlot or something?”
“honey the reason I put the time limit is to make you feel pressured. Plus I haven’t talked to any pony in ages (quite literally) and I kinda like to chit-chat”
“oh? A social death? Haven’t heard of that one!”
“well how many grim reapers have you met before twilight? What am I supposed to be like?!”
“good point, and well said” She said as she trotted towards a large mountain where a small piece of land protruded from it, were a long time ago, two alicorns decided to live a life there. They named it canterlot.