Blinking at Harry, or where Harry had been before he'd turned inside, I realized that I could not let this chance escape me. Harry was here before me. The man who'd shamed and killed me when I was a human, is part of the problem in all this.

Then again, my talk with myself had revealed this was all probably a fabrication in my mind. Maybe even the final firings of dying neurons as my neck hung from a rope on a tree. If I wanted to get back I would need to act fast. I wasn't sure about time frames when it came to the final seconds before death, but I was guessing judging by the number of ludicrous memories I had, that I'd likely spent most of my time.

I set my watch to exactly 24 minutes. 24 minutes for me to stop Harry. Weather that was killing, maiming, or forgiving him. I still hadn't figured out which, but I would have a long way up to decide.

I trotted on over and entered the gravitational shifter (AKA elevator) which got me there in 3.25 seconds. I waved my guards aside and entered my tactical communications and political amphitheater. The room was outfitted with the latest in pony computer electronics. It had: 5 PBM-2.2's, the latest in pony computing technology. They had to Bintel 69 CPU's at 4.04 kb with a memory of 16kb-669kb. They were state of the art and probably cost as much as the entirety of Ponyville. At least it would have, had I not incinerated that town to make way for my statue. A statue might I add, that was bigger than Spike's. The next Marvel of engineering and technology was the walls. They were made of 25 carat solid gold. Bars of the stuff, resemble bricks. It was not the sturdiest of materials, but since it was in the interior I had insisted. I never accepted blemishes on my gold and if a servant missed even a micro-spot that became blemished, they would be sent with their entire family to the mines, to replace at least one ingot, which they might manage to do before their great-grandchildren were born. It was tough but fair. The system worked, and my room was spotless because people work better when the threat of eternal enslavement looms over their heads. The next incredulous thing in the room was my command map. I had it made to resemble a D&D board only with gems encrusted into the carboard. Their were figures to represent the various factions and demographics of the world. These were special in that they were micronised versions and actually moved. I had them fed and watered and they would take shifts of standing perfectly still for 10 hours. These were political prisoners. Ponies that wanted freedom or, basic minimum wage or something silly like Universal Healthcare. Silly ponies. Communism didn't work, my system, flawless. Besides from some nick-nacks and paddy-wacks I only had a nice Bison rug on the floor. Nothing special, just the rug of the last bison that I had killed. The last Bison on Equestria, as I had wiped out their infidel population after Rainbow Dash had been hurt. I thought that even this was going too far, so the rug was a reminder of my need for self-control.

Harry was sitting on a chair. He was smoking a ponycuba cigar and looking mighty pleased with himself. He must infiltrated my administration when I'd taken Miss Horsewhinny on as my secretary 29 years ago and been waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

This is all in your head, stop thinking that you're a military brony who became a pony in Equestria, just go and say sorry to him and thank him for hanging you in your delusions. You're not even in the military you sad sap! Whilst you're at it remember to be nice, don't come off as a douche or something like that because that would set the wrong tone wouldn't it?

"Sup," I said bravely, flicking mane back which blew in the artificial wind I had installed to make it seem like I was on a meadow looking cool and badass all the time when I talked to my generals about exterminating some sub-species of pony. The bat-ponies had been the last of my purges. Before them were the Diamond dogs, the Zebra, the gryphons, timber wolves, earth ponies and of course the hated bisons who had murdered The Rainbow Dash and my hole squad.

No they didn't! They're innocent and not even real, you need to stop thinking like this. You are in need of mental help. Please seek professional help and not in your head. This is a cry for help at this point. PLEASE! PLEAAAAAAASSSSEEEEE!

I shook my head, and lit up my own cubano. "So... we're all here now."

I placed my hooves on the table. Standing next to me was the Rainbow Dash, she had always been there. Connected me via psychic link, but now she had emerged from her bacta tank in the basement, still drenched in slime and put a hoof on my horse shoulder. It felt like the nicoklodeon awards but way more special. I had been waiting for her to awaken from her precious slumber so we might kiss romantically on the promenade of my tower. But alas.

I smiled sadly, my facial muscles unable to conjure happiness at this current second. "You aren't real. You aren't real either Harry. I am sorry, I have been a fool. I have awakened. I have indulged my fantasies for what... seems like 7 years specifically. I've never been more alive than currently, except I am not. It's not real, I know it isn't now. I'm just piling more and more copium into my veins. I need to get out. I NEED TO LIVE PLEAAAAASSSSSSSEEEE!!!!!!! LET ME OUT!" I cried.

"I'm in a glass case of emotion. I want to take the ears off. PLEASE LET ME TAKE THEM OFF! I'm not real and neither are you! RAINBOW, my love. You're the only thing I've thought of as consistent in these dreams, these episodes. But you don't really love me. At least how you would be in the real world, if you would ever be able to be real thanks to dimensions apart from ours, but thinking about that now makes my head hurt so I'm going to stop."

Rainbow looked at me like I was insane, and even Harry had stopped smoke gloating. Smoating. Rainbow gave me a look like I was a choccie milk glass with vanilla ice frosting. I was tasty, but the frosting was unnecessary and honestly had gone too far.

"You need help bae. Let us defeat this gnasty Harry fellow, and go to the hospital. Nurse Redheart can get you some happy pills! You'll be snug as a bug on a drug!

Bapping her hoof away I yelled "NO! ENOUGH!" I realised even further this was all a sham. The Rainbow Dash would never talk about drugs. Drugs were for poor people and bad. Quavering my hoofsicle at Harry I demanded "Please, you need to forgive me, so I can forgive myself. I need to get out, I need to return to the real world. I don't know how long I've been living this fever dream. I've done things... I should have not have done it. Except for killing the Apples, that was legally justified."

Harry took a puff of his cubano, still dressed in his buisnessy mare suit. He blew a thic smoke ring around my face, but I didn't cough cause my lungs were made of iron. Like the pony of iron Joseph Stalin. Whom I now remembered looking up to.

You're looking up to a real person. A mass murderer, because you think the symbology is cool to look at, and it was designed that way. That's how he kept people in line, along with murdering millions and disappearing them in the night.

I shook my head. Was I really crazy? Deranged? INSANE IN THE MEMBRANE!?!?! Surely not. No this was all a misunderstanding, I was just knocked about from the fall. The Rainbow really did love me and was standing next to me physically and emotionally and Harry really had crossed over and was also a military brony in Equestria, just like I was.

No, don't try to get out of this. Man up.

I stress sighed.

*Sigh*

"Harry, please. I'm having an episode... and the season's almost over."

Harry stood up and strode about the deck of the command centre, sitting down and putting to me in a stern and austere voice "We're not so different you and I? I for example was a secret brony all along in our human lives. I hid it because of the toxic masculinity we were surrounded by in the United States Marine Corp. When you were openly out about your brony ways, I needed to ensure I wasn't the one being dogpiled, so I bullied you. Yes, I might have taken it a little too far, but I was so depressed about accidentally hanging you to death that I shot myself in the head. Yes, we are both military bronies in Equestria and this is real. I also fantasize about genocide and revenge and of course doing the deed myself. Who doesn't? Of course, your favourite pony being The Rainbow Dash is garbage. Trash. FUCKING derivative nonsense. Rarity, is quite obviously a lady of taste. Have you not seen those lips? Trust me, whilst you've been building your sad little totalitarian dictatorship, I've been putting them to use!"

"Wait... what did you say about The RaInBoW DASH!?"

I couldn't control myself. Suddenly a beam of pure 9000 grade sun energy I had taken from Celestia when I'd beat her years ago erupted from my hoof. It was badass, and I loved looking as his body disintegrated into dust like at the end of infinity war.

Only, he stood there still, crouched in a pose much like the Thinker.

"That all you got?"

He cracked his neck muscles, inhaling the embers of the carpet that had once stood there. Heavy metal music began playing as he lifted off the ground, opening his red and badass eyes, asking me "DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHERE WE ARE!?"

He shot a laserbeam out of his pupils and it blew up The RaInBoW Dash's head. A cry tore from my lips, as I watched my beloved's head turn into Koolaid.

"Get... YOUR GAME ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

I screamed as my eyes glowed a badass golden yellow like the light-saber on Rey's end light-saber from star wars episode 9. I was no longer evil or good, I was a mercenary for me and myself alone.

I lifted into the air, shooting lasers from my eyes as well. Harry and I's hooves met on our shoulders as our laser eyes met, both beams fighting against one another, our teeth grit, our clothes and uniforms slowly disintegrating as our power levels reached 9000.

"WE CAN DO ANYTHING HERE, YOU'D LET THIS GO, OVER A SOW YOU CAN RE-IMAGINE!? THINK YOU PATHETIC MAGGOT!?!?!?"

I snarled and my beam overpowered his increasingly, channeling my throbbing laser energy until it overran his own and he shot backwards, the tower starting to crumble as several bystanders were crushed by falling debrie.

He brushed off the dust of the stone as the tower collapsed, taking Rainbow's body with it. "So, it's treason then?" he asked, levitating aside from me as he flew up into the heavens and I gave a high-speed pursuit chase.

I veered from cloud to cloud, Harry calling back "We could have been allies! We'd have ruled these worlds together! This is really happening if you want it to, there's no point in going back!"

I ignored his words, all I cared about was avenging my sweet Dashie. How could i have been so thoughtless. This was real surely? The love I felt was true!

It's not though. You were supposed to ask forgiveness and now you're fighting. You need to let go, or you'll die in this place. You need acceptance that you're a bad person, but you don't have to be forever.

I shrunk away from these thoughts. Killing Harry was my only objective and the meddeling thoughts were not needed or appreciated or required at this time. "STOP RUNNING!" I screm.

We flew for miles and miles, the atmosphere getting thinner and thinner before I knew it we were in outerspace and we touched down on Luna's moon.

We were in a massive crater, like a coliseum whilst we exchanged blows. I threw every trick in the book at him, before trying to hit him with the book. I punched him 1000 times, so fast my hooves were a blur, literally the coolest thing you had ever seen as my hooves smashed against his chest. He just took it, in a non-sexual way of course before slapping me aside. Was I making him stronger?

I realised suddenly he was abdorbing all my kinetic energy... I'd just made him 90,000 times more powerful over the span of 1 second.

"You're a foal. This world will be mine. I don't care if you're too stupid to realise it, but this is a con I'm not gonna pass up. Maybe you can watch from the sidelines, if I let you live."

I was tiring, sweat of my brow dripping into the non-existant atmosphere. "Fuck you," I sniffed, wiping my blood from my nose and thinning my eyes at him. I checked my watch. I only had 23 minutes left to make him accept that this wasn't real. I hadn't time to foal around.

I threw space rocks at him, including a clunky old lander with the United States flag on it. I had installed it early on as a testament to our boys in black at the Space Force.

Harry looked emotionally distraught, the shame at having pathetic space rocks thrown at him was more painful than any hits I was dealing. I was running out of space and time and rocks. He was backing me into a corner on the crater. I had to do something, his hoof grabbing me as he started to throttle me.

*Flashback*

“We’ll see how you feel after let’s say a minute or two dangling from the rope, try not to die now because that would just be no fun, you got the camera Dave?” he asked one of his thugs who pulled a camera from his belt and began to record me as Harry began to pull back on the rope with a grunt, hoisting me into the air, cutting off my air and beginning to choke me.

I panicked as my face turned red, I tried calling for help but simply spluttering and coughing as a vein began to bulge from my head. “Look at him kick” Harry laughed as the others chuckled along with him, fuelling his bravado and making him lift me further into the air.

Tears streamed down my face as I willed everything to be over, surely they didn’t intend to hang me until I was dead? I wasn’t sure anymore as I began to feel dizzy, my world spinning as the laughter died down and one of the guys asked “Shouldn’t we stop now? He looks like he’s going to pass out?”

Harry’s words were angry but blurred as at that moment my vision did indeed begin slipping into the darkness and my face, now purple went lax as I felt no more.

*End of Flashback*

It was over for me again. I could feel going Lax. Losing control of my bladder. This was the end and Harry was going to win. I felt scared, but then again... was this really the end? I thought about everying. Long and Hard.

I wasn't really here. I had reacted so violently because of Rainbow, because of originally being hung. But I was never hung, I was never in the military. I was a brony probably, but I was no hero. No villain. I was probably a nobody, and maybe, that was what I should have stayed. There was no shame in not being a soldier, a fighter. There was no shame in not being famous, or ruthless or infamous. There was meaning to life outside of the unrealistic and frankly preposterous bars that society could seem like it set for people.

Just because I wasn't any of the things in my imagination, didn't make me a loser. I had to accept that living in a dream was not a life. I needed to let go.

Accept.

Harry charged up his horn with the energy of a thousand and 1 pulsars. I closed my eyes, relaxed my body. It was time.

Harry fired.

Darkness.

I opened my eyes. The cool white snow, brushed against my furry cheek. I blinked, my vision coming into focus, taking in the beauty of the mountains of Yak-Yakistan.

I had returned. I looked at my watch. 22.52.

It was on.

Author's Note

Sawwy for the long deway Misters and Missesses!

I was in such a bad place with my writers block. I swear. I also found out one of my favourite artists was arrested, and I'm super depressed rn.

I'm sorry for all the wait. I'M SORRY! I'm trying my bestest to write quality content and I feel like a failure. I'm going to finish this story, probably in the next 2 days. Maybe 3 if I feel it needs a rewrite.

I've realised that mlp is an almost crippling addiction. Everything in my room is mlp. Everything in my life is mlp. Lego, games, movies. I feel like I might have ruined my life, but then I have nothing else.

I have only you, wonderful readers. This story will be my legacy. My NFT is not doing well. Anything else is just not the same. I wanted a real THE Rainbow DASH nft gf and I can't afford it. I'm hoping someday to publish this fanfiction and earn money. I was thinking of setting up a western union transfer, but I will think more on it in my blog. ALL you need to know is that the art here will remain 100% PURE FREE. The way God intended.

Peace to all on Earth,

Frick the haters as usual.

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