Well, I don’t think anyone expected the End to be the way it was. Could it ever be?

No brimstone and fire, no bright flash and it was gone, there were no demonic hordes, or even devastating wars. The End was not a whimper or a bang, no fanfare, no debris, just emptiness.

All of the predictions of the end of the world; Sun exploding, Tartarus opening, bombs falling, nothing like those. The world was there, and then, it wasn't. the entire lack of… well, anything, was probably more shocking than the entire year of waiting. You’d expect the end of the world to be an event, something to burn into your memory for the rest of your life, but it wasn't.

Without a time system to go by, I can only guess how long it’s been, but by anyone’s guess it’s been about a week, give or take about a day, since it happened. No one really saw it coming, the Princess stopped by our city barely three hours before it happened. We decided to at least see the moon before our time was over, me and Her. After debating it for nearly a year, we left. Left the apartment, left the city, left the world, only a suitcase of clothes and essentials, an old battered Cello case, a few bits in case we wanted to party in the last minutes, and each other.

We approached the Envoy, Luna’s posse of followers and friends who had chosen to help her any way they could to “save” as many as she could. I saw the former Princess, she had dropped the title months ago; the Queen of the changelings, a kelpie or two, the two former elements of harmony, who had apparently found someone special, I didn’t ask who. A few griffons, a minotaur or two, several locals, all races and types. And finally, Celestia, decked out in flowers, and not much else.

As we waited out our turn to be sent “TO THE MOOOOON!”… Yeah, I didn't think it was funny either… the now-normal activities of the block continued on around us. There’s that rich old Mustang being followed by his swarm of “companions” damn are they lookers. Next up is the nice old mare still buying gifts for her grandcolt, the sweet old thing. The sounds of a riot three streets over. The, I can’t call it anything but an orgy, in the penthouse above us, I bet they've been having a great few weeks, I wonder how much their water bill would have been if this hadn't been happening. The trick-turners waiting on the corners, the respectable stallions acting a bit more primal, the upper class trying to buy their way into the front of the line. Just another day in the city during the end days I suppose.

The problem with the end is that those without money go on a tear, that blender that you’ve always wanted? It’s not like the police will care if you just take it. The new skateboard? Hell, what am I going to do with money in a few weeks? But the ones with money already crack down even harder. Factory workers still go Monday through Friday, retail workers, I feel bad for them. Imagine the busiest shopping day of the year, and then take away any restrictions the shoppers feel. That was every day for a while.

“NEXT!”

Me and Her, we shuffled up together, our time had come, Our names had been called, we saw the former rulers of our country, surrounded by the leaders of even our worst enemies, smiling down at us, our hands squeezed tightly together, our bodies pressed together for support, and our eyes full of confusion. The once-ruler of the night gazed at us with understanding in her eyes, gave a small smile, and with a silent nod to the ring of magical powerhouses and long-forgotten friends surrounding us, it began.

The power was incredible, surging through the air, the music of power flowing, flying, painting a tapestry of color and emotion. Hope, Sorrow, Pride, Love, Rage, Happiness, Life. They flowed and swirled, and then, we rose. Not like a canon, fired into the void of in-between, not teleported, just rose. We looked down on our home for the past five years, slowly drifting away, and towards the pale pearl above us. I looked at Her, those gorgeous eyes tearing up silently, her shoulders shaking with the emotion. She turned to me, threw her arms around my shoulders, and all I could do was hold her, my own ivory arms shaking around her, blue hair falling onto her striking ebony mane, and as we went higher, the tears slowed, and as she looked up at me, wonder in her eyes, I wished I could talk to her, say it would be fine, that we would be together. If only I could say something, anything!

Below us, slowly making the journey with us were the two from before, striking multi-colored hair next to flowing golden locks, one crying on her partner’s shoulder, I wished I could whisper reassuring words into Her ear, hell, I’d be ok with just humming into her scalp, but life had seen it fit to take that away from her, my voice and her ears. By Faust above life was a cunt, good thing it was about to take a massive fist up the asshole. FUCK YOU LIFE! FUCK YOUR MESSED UP SENSE OF HUMOR! I’d give anything to be able to speak to Her again. Well, I wouldn't give her up to be one of the Faust-damned Seven themselves!

As we neared the Moon, that final resting point, we looked down, back to the world we had never left, and before our eyes, without fanfare, without some showy end, Equestria just… wasn't. the stars still twinkled, the Moon still reflected the sun, and the sun still shown, but the land, the planet that had once occupied the space, just, wasn't.

Our last moments before touchdown, we could see creatures, millions, swarming the moon, and the leaders of all known nations, and even a few I’d never seen, rallied their children, their troops, their subjects. The world had ended, right on time, not with an explosion, or with a brilliant flash, or with a horrible war, but with silence and tears.

Author's Note

and with that, this fic is now long enough to submit, let's see where it goes shall we?

Dem edits tho; The Seven... who are the masked mares? Are they even female? are they even ponies? Hell if I know. ask Her, she might have an idea.

What do you think people would act like if they knew the world was ending in a year, but not how.
what would you do?