I could have sent her back...

I came into this world through a magic mirror. Through a portal that has long since closed on me, and which I have no way of knowing when or where it will ever open.

I spent months in the alleys of this god-forsaken city, just trying to claw out a meager existence in the vain hope that my friends would come rescue me.

I was hit by a car and kidnapped by a deluded brony who wanted to play daddy with his favorite fantasy creature.

I was locked in an apartment for a year and a half, inching further into Stockholm Syndrome with each passing day.

I was lied to every day, convinced that the entire world hated me, and that I could never make a friend for as long as I lived.

I became socially and sexually repressed; a fat, worthless, suicidal recluse who couldn't even fly.

I lost everything that made me who I was. I'm not half the pony I used to be, and now I know why.

He could have sent me back, and he knew it. But he didn't want to.

He toyed around with a life that wasn't his to control. He fucked around with serious matters that he didn't understand.

And I am the result of his experiment. A shadow of a far better pony. A worthless blob of flesh that used to be great.

But I know how I'm going to get my revenge. I'm going to take him down with me.

Bronycon's coming to this town in November, and I wouldn't miss it for the world.