initial startup...
75% complete.
all systems are go.
combat systems: operational
passive abilities: operational
defensive capabilities: operational
sights: on
communications: totes not working
body: operational
A.I.: operational
'dark... why is it dark? he cracked open an eye and quickly assessed his situation. he was in a cave. his creators old lab? but all of his stuff is gone. oh right... he left. with the others... he sighed silently, his rusted jaw releasing some gas. he shook himself fully awake, and stretched. he ran a few diagnostics, and they said that he was in sleep mode for roughly 700 years. give or take. he was throughly rusted, nothing that a good bio-bath wouldn't fix, though. he activated his inner matrix, and he felt his magic reactivate with a vengeance. his scythe, agatha, appeared in his hand and his sword, Theodore, appeared at his belt. 'it has been to long...'
he strapped agatha to his back and activated his intangibility, and floated through the roof. it was easier than finding the door, the place was built like a maze. he was momentarily blinded by the light. just as beautiful as he remembered. celestia was doing excellent. it must have put a terrible strain on her to do both things for a thousand years. 'i wonder how long until she...' he shook his hooded head. he did not support those thoughts. despite the fact that he was born literally to do exactly that...
in the midst of the existential conundrum he had stuck himself in, as he was wont to do, an explosion of rainbow careened over his head, blowing him back. the fuck was that? immediately after he thought those words, a scroll appeared in front of him, and slowly unfurled itself.
it was one word.
FLUTTERSHY
he hated the everfree forest. his intangibility made it less of a hardship, but it was still pretty annoying. and of course his responsibility had to pester him immediately after he awakened. he sighed as the pulse, slowly fading, directed him to a small clearing. well, now it was a small crater. he looked around, and saw a small yellow pony in the middle, in a large puddle of blood. broken bones, jutting out of limbs bent in ways that they should not be.
he slowly came forward and revealed himself. 'do you know who i am?'
the pony looked at him. "y-yes."
'and you know what i came for?'
she closed her eyes. "yes. just make it quick. i don't want anymore pain."
'what is your last wish?'
she opened her eyes. "w-what?"
'i will grant you one dying wish. tell me it.'
she gave a bit of a smile. "i... i want a cutie mark."
'THAN IT SHALL BE SO!'
he raised his scythe, and he pondered exactly what cutie mark he should give her. 'butterflies.' a quick flash of light, and a thousand butterflies, mere illusions, but it sure looked real, and that was what mattered. her eyes widened, as the illusions danced around her
