The World Is Always Unique

Now, I awake. I walk out of my room to watch some TV in the living room.

"Reports say, that a strange creature has emerged from the alleyways. Studies show that-"

"Wait, wait, no, wait! AHHHHGHHH-"

The PNN news was now cut off. The Colorlings have taken over Equestria. Presently, in the world that I live in now, everything is bland. Grey, really. I'm probably the only one who hasn't been sucked in by the disgusting imbeciles. My dad died peacefully, though. He wasn't sucked in by them. I didn't cry, because I knew that I was a piece of him. I was his son.

I get up, and walk to the window. Nothing. Just grey. I go outside, to paint on my own house. Crazy, I know, but it's the only thing I can do. I grab my set, and start spraying. The only thing that comes out of my mind is the word Color. I decided to spray the word in a rainbow-like pattern. After an hour or so, I stepped back to look at my creation.

I smiled. It looked beautiful. I noticed, though, that color started appearing back into the area around, and in, my house. Could this be a cure?

No. The grey is so thick, that it resists the color coming in. The only thing that is colored, is me, and the word Color. I walk back into the living to see if anything, anything, was on. I kept looking. There was only one channel that was on, though, usually none would be on. So, I decided to watch whatever it was.

As I watch, there was nothing. It was completely dark.

Suddenly, a white pony appeared on the screen. She had blue hair, and red eyes. Who was she?

"Hey, is this on?" the white pony messed with the camera.

"Hey, I'm trapped in a club in Canterlot. If any of you are still sane, then please, help me. There are over a thousand of those stupid Colorlings outside. I need your help. If any of you are there. Please."

The white pony started crying. I couldn't help but, tear up as well, but the tears were held back for me. This world... It has become so dark, and bland, that those who've survived, are becoming insane. The only thing that helps... The only thing that helps...?

What does? I've lost everything. There's no point in living now.

The tears run down my face. I didn't care anymore. I just wanted to die.

I walked to the entrance of my house. I put my hoof on the door handle. It's shaking. I'm sweating, I don't know whether I want to live... Or either if I want to die. Yes. I want to die. I open the door, and walk outside. I don't see any Colorlings. But, I see the lifeless ponies walking around like there isn't any shit happening in the world. It was raining. As always.

I started running out into the open. I didn't know whether I was going straight, or if I was making myself go in circles. I felt the cold rain on myself. Thunder had emerged. You could see how horrible this world was.

Suddenly, I hear crying. I stopped. And I looked around. There was Rarity's shop. Was that her?

"Wahhhhahhh...."

Yes. That was her. I start charging at Rarity's door. BOOM!

There was two of them. Those creatures. I couldn't help but get angry. So angry, that I had to take a moment and calm myself. I couldn't even control myself now. There wasn't anytime, anyway.

I launched myself at the first Colorling. I start punching it with my hoof. The others just watched with fear. Over, and over again, had I kept punching the damn thing. It's face was distorted. Now, I had grabbed it, and thrown it out of the window. Next thing, I did, was I grabbed a red spray can, and grabbed the other Colorling, and sprayed that shit in his eye.

"AHHHHGGGGGGHHHHH!!!" the Colorling screamed.

My eyes had turned even darker. I didn't stop spraying until the whole can was out. That only lasted five minutes, though.

I let go of it. It had dropped on the floor twitching.

I was panting and sweating. Never had I been so angry, that I had to brutally kill those little shits.

I looked at Rarity. She was still sobbing with fear.

"Hey, look, I'm sorr-"

"NO! You horrible creature, stay away from me!" Rarity yelled with fear.

"Rarity, I-"

"Just go away..." Rarity sobbed.

What have I done? To show one's brutality too much, will lead to fear. I was even scared of myself.

I go upstairs. Just to let her think.

(--)

I come back downstairs. It has been three hours. I was hoping she still wasn't frightened.

She looked at me. She was still scared of me. But, she tried so hard, to tolerate me.

"Rarity, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have showed such brutality that I caused you to be scared even more." I apologized.

"It's... Fine, really." Rarity replied.

"Can you forgive me? I'm truly sorry..." I kept apologizing.

She smiles softly.

"Alright. Just promise you won't show that again, Mister Bigshot." she smirks.

I smile back at her. But, the things that worry me, are the windows, and the door.

"Should we barricade this shop?" I ask her.

"If we have the supplies, but I suppose we should. I have a couple of wooden planks in the storage, though." Rarity replies.

As we barricaded the shop, I noticed that she was making something while I told her to get a tool that I needed. The good news, was that half of the shop was fortified. And... The bad news, was that the other half of the shop wasn't. Since Rarity was taking so long, I decided to get the tool anyway.

As I came back, Rarity tapped my shoulder. I looked at her. She had made me a blue and black striped jacket. How generous.

"Here," she handed the jacket to me. "This is for saving my life."

I smile. "Thanks, how could I ever repay you?" I ask.

"Well, you can start by barricading the other half of the shop." Rarity replies in a sassy tone.

I laugh.

As I was finishing up, I recalled about the white pony. I wondered about her. Was she still alive? Yes. You just have to hope, Street. Rarity calls my name in the distance. I go to her.

"What is your name?" Rarity asks.

"Oh, um, Street. Street Graffiti." I inform.

"How do you know my name? Has a family relative met me?" she questions me with concern.

"I believe, so, either it was by my father, or either was by your fame." I guessed.

"Oh, stop it," she blushed a bit. "but, seriously, though. I believe your father was Art Paint?"

"Yes, how did you know?" I ask.

"Your father used to help me out with deliveries. Another is that you have the traits of your father." Rarity tells me.

"Really." I wondered.

It was getting dark. The whole place was locked, and fortified. I was exhausted. Rarity and I went upstairs.

"Want me to sleep on the floor?" I yawned.

"Sure." Rarity smirked.

Rarity handed me a pillow and a blanket. I made my bed, and I slept on the floor near her.

"Good night," she said, while putting on her eyelids. "Sweet dreams."

"Same to you, Rarity." I reply with exhaustion.

I closed my eyes, and went to sleep. In my dreams, I could see myself traveling everywhere. To make my mark on the world. To save it.