Dawthours note: Ummm.... Um...... Um..... I'm sorry everypony. It's Spring Break so I'll work on Disorder, and this.... well enjoy it.
Here, listen to this. It might make things better.
like an angel from the radiant heavens, satan rained down upon the ponies faces. they were covered in juzz and spiderman. and perez was sleeping until his pants turned into over 9000 miniature cthulus and started rubbing their asses on his face and he was like what in the name of all things cinammon shit is this? and I was standing in the midst with a smile on my face. What a lovely scene of Ultra Violence. Lyra and Bon Bon were oblivious to the attack. They were making out and embracing in the town square while Scootaloo was drinking black coffee and pondering the wonders of magnets.how do they work? she said. and it rained fluttershy. and the bronies rejoiced in unity, in a symphony of cheering. I then picked up Scootaloo and carried her to town square where we sat on the roof and observed the chaos looming around us. Is chaos a good thing? she asks me with her black bureat a little slanted. I fix it and reply destruction is creation my dear. Even Self Destruction. She gives me a queer look, and then understands the meaning. We sit back and watch the very fabrics of reality be ripped apart around us. A gentle silent suicide of the beast called impossible. All things fade and dissipate into the whiteness that follows the funeral. Only Scootaloo and I remain. She,I and the town hall are all that is left. An island in the sea of nothingness. Then appropriately Pinkie Pie appears in our Pergatory. "Sorry old boys, might have overdone it a little bit eh?" She informs us.
'Dont worry about it madam it was a lovely show!"
All I had to say was"Tit, tit."
I looked on my arm and the numbers
2
4
1
6
were tattooed onto my arm. That is the life of men.
Too many things existed in one place at the same time. that is why the change occured. No more princesses, no more Discord, no more nothing. No more anything. no more everything. A cleansing, a solution, final and absolute. Pinkie giveth, and she taketh away. She had to take away. No matter what she did I supported her. I supported her violence her genocide, her fate, her destruction,corruption and redemption into a better pony. no sun god, no moon god, no Lucifer of chaos could change the truth. facts are facts, and those who deny it deny logic, and those who deny reality when it seems to extreme or unexplanable are worthless, idealistic, intellectual saps. Not fit for a world of magic and the unkown. You see my brothers, what we do not understand, the things that cannot be explained are the most powerful, most important things for us in our grey existance. Face your fears my child, for there is little time left before the tabula rusa.
We walked for miles and inches, for days and minutes. The sky began to form and come into existance. What we believed was true. Scootaloo said with a joyful tone "So this is what you meant. WHen all things are formless and new, is when they are most easily influenced." We watched the our new leader, Pinkie Pie, create the world around us like an artist in deep concentration, but with no effort. She simply raised her hoof and waved it around and the sky became an entire spectrum of colors. She wanted to make the world a work of art, and not just a home with ungrateful tenants.
I could almost hear the baby cry, I could almost hear the hiss of the radiator. Then she turned around and purt her hooves on my shoulders and gave me a hug and burst into uncontrollable tears.
"I'm sorry this is all so sudden, but I just had to do something. They were changing, and forming. Forming into something dark, and evil. You understand don't you... mon amour, ma chere?"
I reply by biting her ear and kissing her cheek, as usual. Scootaloo, sat on my shoulder as we walked along, creating our new world, our Utopia, our Valhalla, our Austin,Texas.
Time was measured by experience and credibility by sensebility. All was right again. We sat on the blue mountain tops blowing snow and rain into the air. We feasted on the wealth of the earth. We fed each other,like naive lovestruck children, and in many ways we were. Animosity was dead. Only our definitions of perfection reigned.Documenting the apocalypse is my first job and my last.
Anarchy is our libretto. Our trinity our famliy, Father, Mother, and daughter ruled in unpredictability, insanity, and impossibility. But thats just the way we fucking loved it.
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I don't know what went wrong. Everything was fine then one day the sky turned a bloody red, and hellfire rained from the sky ,and all the color bled out from the world. Everything reverted, what went wrong what went wrong????? Pinkie was furious and screaming till she couldnt scream anymore and then she stamped the ground until her hooves bled. Scootaloo was in my arms, cowering and crying. She was bleeding badly. A word, a phrase, a syllable and the world will bend over backwards.
I am,am I?
The rain burned my flesh, I could feel my skin being torn apart like paper, but I covered Scootaloo, no matter how much pain I went through. She is our only hope, She is our lighthouse, if only she could fly again, if only if only, this is no damn time for if onlys. Now is the time for action. I run at towards the mountain screaming at searing pain coursing through my body as everything Pinkie can imagine is thrown at me. Razors, boiling oil, hammers, and most cruel, buckets of salt. I had one resolute thought in my mind " No matter how much pain I go through I cannot fail. If I die, I have failed but I cannot die, because she doesn't want me to die, she wants me to suffer. She doesn't want to be alone, and I know that, and she knows I know, because she knows all." Or maybe I overestimated her. I made it to the top of the mountain. I made it to Olympus, a silver tounged devil with a deathwish.
"Pinkie my dear, won't you please stop this? this is ridiculous, lets go have some fruit by the river?"
"NOOOO!! You betrayed me! You turned your back on me just like everyone else!! Your no different from the animals that made me this way!!! Its you its you its all your fault!!!!!!"
" I am nothing like them. They made their decisions when they tried to rule a nation with force instead of reason. Isn't that what we wanted? Reason? What is this Pinkie? Is this reason?"
Pinkie looked as if she were going to stop her assault, but then she just became more angry. The anger took over her, it became her, that was not Pinkie Pie, that was hatred manifested in pony form. It was the beast that they had been talking about since the dawn of time. The antithesis of all things good. Things wouldn't be this bad if she didn't have this power. That is why we need Scootaloo. THat is why we need her to fly.
This is our last shot.
" SCOOTALOO GO!"
I threw her in the air, above the rain above the clouds above everything she soared, my beatiful daughter was doing what she was born to do. She was going to save the world. She was going to surpass everything her Mother and I had intended, she was going to make the whole world proud.
She spread her wings apart and began to glow. She became a golden cherubim in the sky raining down light upon us. Pinkie had stopped her madness and diverted attention to her. She was about to attack when I jumped at her and knocked her off the mountain. She kicked me away and flew up to my daughter. I hit the ground hard enough to break my back. I lie on my back in indescribable pain looking at my amazing daughter and my leader engage in battle. No it was not a battle, it was a war, in every sense of the word, it was a war in the sky that would decide everything. In all her power, in all her splendor, Pinkie Pie was no match for Scootaloo. Scootaloo was uncorrupted, she had no evil in her heart, but only good and in our world it made the biggest difference. You see my brothers, we had made it that way. Our leader informed us this might happen and she set our world up in such a way that evil could never prevail over good. We lived in a bottle, and the light would shine down into it, always.I talked to Scootaloo about this moment ever since she was old enough to understand, and now the time had come. My daughter was all grown up, and now she was going to kill god. Just as she had intended.
When I finally came to my senses I was sitting on a chair staring out a window. Their were chains hanging from the wall. They were all connected to each other making a spider web around the room.The room was gray and dull. There was a closet, with what inside I don't know. Something was wrong. This wasn't supposed to happen. Things were supposed to go back to normal.
"Yes I know they were but, I planned that out too."
In walked the master with my daughter, crying but unharmed. Pinkie Pie had a glum look on her face. She was different. SHe wasn't mad, or happy, or an undescribable emotion as she woud be on occasion. She had a genuine look of sadness on her face.
"You see, when we created the world together, I read your soul. You had evil in your heart. I tried to change you, but .... You could not be changed. When the time came, we had to do the inevitable. I had hoped the injury would make you different but it didn't. You could never change, you always had evil in you, even if it was just barely."
I looked around at the chains still confused.
"You see, what I was trying to say was....."
"Daddy I don't want you to die!"
Scootaloo jumed on me and hugged me. I felt her tears drip down my neck.
Pinkie Pie pulled her back and sent her outside the room.
" What I was going to say was, your the monster. You are the evil one."
I felt my heart curl up and twist around in my chest. Sweat poured down my face. I started hyperventilating and twitching spontaneously.Pinkie Pie walked to the closet and pulled out a pill and a gun. I got up to run away but the door slammed shut and then disappeared. All that was left was the wall. I ran to the window and looked out.
"If you jump out youll never stop falling." Pinkie says sensing my motives. I step back from the window and think of another way out, but as hard as I try I can't think of anything. I sit on the chair and begin to cry.
" You can either do it yourself, or I will do it for you."
Pinkie's remoreless statement just makes me cry more. I look at my tears, they are turning black. I pick up the gun and stare at it. It stares back. It scares the living shit out of me. I piss in my pants, and drop the gun and cry even more.
Pinkie Pie throws the gun out of the window. The chains come to life and wrap around me, pinning me to the chair. The leader's hair makes a small poof sound and then goes straight.
In a horrifying blood curtling demented tone she says cheerfully " Well suit yourself silly willy!"
She picks up the pill and starts trying to pry my mouth open. I keep them shut with all my might. but she pulls some chains and uses them to spread my mouth open.
" You see my love, and I do love you, more than anything. I can't be stopped. You see when I was on that mountaintop I realized I like the power more than the reason. I loved it more than anything, except you my dear."
She temporarily pulled the chains of my mouth and kissed me over and over and slobbered all over me. After a while she pulled back and gasped for air and spread my mouth open again, and stares directly in my eyes.
" I cannot describe the satisfaction I get from causing destruction. It was such an ecstasy like I had never experienced. How can you let me be alone, and not let me enjoy destruction with other ponies? You have to die because I know you would dissaprove, and don't lie to me ma chere, you know how I get when somone lies to me."
She threw back her head and laughed.
She then began shoving the pill down my throat.
"AVALER MY CHERE, AVALER!"
I gagged over and over again. I did everything I could to keep that pill out of my throat, but in the back of my mind I knew I couldn't stop it forever.
" COME ON, COOPERATE MY CHERE! WE DON'T WANT TO KEEP LITTLE SCOOTALOO WAITING!"
As soon as the words came out of her mouth I began to thrash around and move every muscle in my body to try to free myself, but the harder I tried, the tighter the chains became. Soon the chains broke the bones in my arms and legs. I stopped resisting and accepted my fate.
Pinkie noticed and pulled the pill out of my mouth. "Any last words?" She said in the normal voice from the pony who I loved.
"Tell Scootaloo I love her."
" I will my chere, but soon you'll tell her yourself!"
She then shoved the pill all the way down my throat, choaking me and forcing me to swallow.
" ITS THE TABULA RUSA MY LOVE! ITS FINALLY HERE!"
"AVALER! AVALER! AVALER!"
This world that we had created for us was now becoming a jumbled mess. Sounds became muffled and colors mashed together until everything I could see was a blob of randon colors. I couldn't feel or hear anything. I saw grey, and a pink blob in front of me. I couldn't string together rational thoughts. They disipated as time dragged by.
What is going to happen to Scootaloo?
What is going to happen?
What is going to Scootaloo?
What is... to... Scootaloo?
What....is...Scootaloo?
What....
My sweet daughter. My beautiful daughter.
I hear one last sound, and then nothing.
What is going to...
What is....
What..........................
I.................
hope..............
You.................
Can....................
Forgive............
Me.............................
~What the hell did I write?~
