Standing in the snowy mountain range, I was back again in this... hellish landscape. The degenerate Yak's who I'd exterminated. All in the name of the Rainbow and what they'd done to her and my squad. But they hadn't, had they? YakYakistan was just a figment of my fucked up imagination. I had simply placed an mlp skin, on the actual Afghanistan conflict. Hell, I'd even made myself a starring role, in a conflict I probably knew nothing about.

My face was tired from all this confusing mind frickery. I didn't know what the fuck was going on anymore.

I looked over at The Rainbow Dash. She was as beautiful in death as she was in life. Her body was a light blue, her mane a rainbow pastel color. Her eyes, all two of them were magenta and gorgeous. No wonder I'd placed such an increasingly intimate roll between I, myself and her.

I was still wearing DIGI-TECH Electro-Static Neutron Pulsar Armour Mk.IV when a small notification popped up on the holo-visor. "FREE TRIAL HAS EXPIRED, PLEASE CONTACT YOUR ADMINISTRATOR TO CONTINUE TESTING THE DTESNPAIV."

I sank to the rocks and my armor fell around me, blood staining the gold of my hair. I felt as a handsome tree, stalwart until Harry approached me. After killing my not-girlfriend, his eyes still as crazed and mad as he was in the last chapter.

"Hey Gnarc, you missing your pwetty giwfweind?" Harry taunted, like this was the third grade or some shit.

"You're fucking dead chad," I snapped back, my hoof clenching with rage and furious rage as Harry sneered in a sneery sneer. "You killed The Rainbow Dash... AGAIN! You killed me as well! OH MY GOOOOOD!"

I sank to my hooves, how could this be happening! I was losing my mind, this had all happened before. I was in another part of my dreams, my fantasies, my mental illness. Dreams layered upon dreams. Dimensions upon dimensions. It was as if I was merging them all into one. I was remembering everything I'd done clearly now. Some things I really wish I'd never done.

I was still angry at Harry, for killing Rainbow, and yet I knew I shouldn't be. I needed to relax, to calm down. She was as real as a one-dollar bill. This chicanery had to end.

Harry killed me to get here. Would I need to kill him this time? Would we kill each other until the end of time? Couldn't we just all get along? Was there red dead redemption for me at the end of this road? Or was it all for nowt? Would he listen to a gnarc like me if I tried to rectify the sit rep?

"Harry... please..." I implored him from my seated position on my haunches. "Harry we've done this already, don't you remember? We need to end the cycle of violence man? Peace is the only way I can help the both of us. I don't know if you're real and this is some magical fucked up hellscape we're connected to, or if you're a delusion in my brain. Maybe you really did kill me? I don't know anymore, I don't think I was ever in the military. Thus I was never a military brony sent to Equestria. I'm fraud dude. I think that I need to see a doctor or something. I've had so much fun here, but these fantasies are not real!"

YES! You're getting it now. Keep at it!

Harry shook his head, licking his lips and cracking his neck. It was all still a game to him. Imagination or not, he was one sick son of a bitch.

"You have the brain of a frog and the face of a toad. You are losing it, and it is the funniest shit to watch. You're second guessing yourself all the time, you're quoting obscure and out-there phrases to more yourself than to me and I love it. Your madness fuels me and only makes me stronger. I can't believe how lucky I am. Trapped in here with a faggot who thinks that he has the upper hand because he's the center of the universe. The repressed cis white pony male who thinks they're being put down by 'THE MAN,' you don't know a fucking thing about being beat. About being told who you can and cannot be. Where you can and cannot go. Well I showed you bitch. I killed you in real life, I killed you on the moon and I killed you in minecraft when you were a little scrub. Now I'm going to kill you again, and you're going to like it, because you think this is some redemption arc, and that you're a special pony. You are a fucking disgrace. Pathetic. A WORM that doesn't deserve to eat the dirt beneath my hoof. Now sit back on your haunches, whilst I decapitate you in front of your dead fake girlfriend. Sergeant idiot."

I looked into Rainbows glazed eyes, both of them for the last time, closing my own eyes.

I felt a burning in my chest.

"No, you," I whispered before I did a stationary triple flip into the air, the world slowing down as Harry's blade sliced into the air where I had been sitting.

I fell back down to Earth and sank to my knees, breathing in the air deeply. It was thin up here and I felt more exhausted without the suit. I didn't need it though. I had the power of Jesus and Equestria on my side. I ran at Harry and pressed the 'deactivate' switch on his power armor which had always been there.

The armor fell off and suddenly we were shot back out of the cave and scrambling down the mountainside.

Harry was wearing a grey pin-striped suit from George Armani. His loafers were probably Italian and his hat was probably a classic from Derari. Without his power armour he certainly cut a nice look. The hat went flying as did the loafers whilst we slid slowly to our deaths, scrambling and turning over in the snow as we grappled and wrestled each other for control.

"You're not real!" I screamed, but the words were torn from my breath. He screamed something back, but I didn't hear him.

Soon we reached the edge of the cliff, my hooves dangling over the edge as I gripped Harry's hooves with my own, looking down at oblivion.

Harry smirked. "Looks like the tables have flipped nerd. You're gonzo now for sure. I'm going to let go, agonizingly slowly, and on the way down you can think about how much of a butthead you are."

I looked up with panic and fear on my pony face. I was scared of dying. It hurt when I was on the moon and it would surely hurt when I went splat at the end. I'd already fallen off a tower once. This was going to hurt.

He slowly inched my hooves loose and a tear fell from my eye and ran down my cheek, freezing in the sub 0 degree temperature of the mountainside.

"No."

"See you in the next life gneeeeeerd!" he snickered funnily as I lunged at the last moment possible, wrapping my hoof around Harry'd neck and slamming him back over the edge with me.

Harry screamed as we fell through the air. Neither of us were pegasi, so there was no hope of rescue and the helicopter had crashed before. I closed my eyes as I fell 18,000ft through the air. Wind whipped my face and the air from my lungs was stolen.

"I love you Rainbow," were my last words, stolen by the wind.

No... you don't

I opened my eyes. I was warm now. I hadn't felt the pain as badly this time so I imagined I'd suffocated before reaching the bottom. A fortuitous death if anything.

I knew where I was before I opened my eyes. I was in Canterlot. In the throne room, asides from the two sisters. The ONLY other Alicorns in Equestria except for me except I was here before even them. When the world was forming from the nine elements of harmony, the six originals and the three kept in the box of Pondorous for they were too wicked and dark to release upon ponykind. I had thought the Princesses would be a fantastic addition, but maybe there should have only been one Alicorn?

I am all they need.

You're not a god, and you didn't build Equestria or set up any magical mischief. You are barely a man.

Well I wasn't a man that was for sure, I was a stallion. I shook my head clear of the thoughts. I was once again being led on by my own imagination. I was in some sort of god-complex fantasy, pretending that I was more important than I really was.

I looked sorrowfully around the marble chambers. It was all not real, but even more fake was the fact that I was here at all. Declaring myself an all-powerful being that could clop their hooves together and blow up the world. Their world is a world created by a woman in California. A human woman who probably would cringe at half the things I said to her if I had the chance. Especially since i was probably not in the military and had a clop collection in the Petabyte range.

"What are you thinking? Strange being?" Princess Luna asked. I felt a small stirring in my loins. I must have at some point lusted over her, maybe a small fling away from the Rainbow obsession? Maybe it was her dark, mysterious and misunderstood personality?

I shook my head, something I seemed to be doing increasingly now at the thought of my own mind and desires. Was I really a creep in real life? Someone obsessed with fucking pastel ponies and dominating them? Enforcing my will upon them and taking away their agency from them? It made bile rise in my throat. Fantasies were one thing, but when I'd had the chance to say no, to make a good world and to be a good person, I'd usually chosen wrong. It had taken all of a few episodes of time to become a monster. I was remembering it all much more clearly and this god fantasy was certainly no exception.

"I'm sorry," I murmured simply, and turned away from them, heading towards the grand doors of the throne room. I needed to leave their visage. Even my presence in front of these faux females was putting me to shame.

That was of course when I saw my ticket out of this madness of my own design. It was as if Harry was always connected to this. After all his presence was the catalyst in this journey of mine. Each layer probably had him somewhere. Watching over me. The deeper I'd gone the more his presence had been apparent. He was watching me now, like a vulture watching a dying lamb. Ready to pounce.

Leaning up against the door he smirked, his hooves folded, wearing a guard uniform and looking as smug as ever. "Sup dweeb?"

He winked at me, and for a second I blushed. What was this!?

Don't think about that right now, focus.

"Still losing your marbles? I don't think you've ever had them to be honest, but it looks like you're beginning to get it a little more. You're throwing away a real chance for the both of us to be Kings. We could have been great together. A real lemon and lime duo. A berry and pie spread. Instead you're here, being a fat dink. Walking out on another sweet setting. You could rule them all. Make the land in your image, like you did before after YakYakistan. No worries, I'll kill you and take over. You don't have to even put up a fight this time!"

He approached me and I stepped back a little, retorting "How was your trip by the way? Do you feel pain in these places? Or do figments of my imagination not feel agony unless I want them to?"

He shook his head and grinned. "Your imagination? Try 'our' imagination. I'm in this for the long haul Stevie boy!"

He grabbed my hoof with his and snapped it backwards like it was nothing. I let our a scream and suddenly several of the guards surrounded Harry, pointing spears at him and telling him to keep back. As usual the Princesses did nothing. I grimaced as I fell back a little, watching Harry eviscerate the 7-8 guards that were there. The doors burst open and like stepping into a room of barbed wire, the other ponies started screaming as blood welts tore through their flesh, invisible to the pony eye.

He stalked towards me, rising into the air like a deity, his hooves outstretched and T-posing. "You should have learnt by now that I'm not trapped in here with you... YOU'RE TRAPPED IN HERE WITH ME!"

Then I felt the bricks of the castle smash over my head, and the world went black...

Caving in my skull hadn't been a good way to go, but as I opened my eyes slowly, adjusting to the light I saw the visage of a red and blue striped shirt in front of me, behind a window of stars.

"Father?" I asked, exhaling with a stressed sigh.

Author's Note

'This is not nearly the beginning of the end, it is merely the end of the beginning. All shall return to null' - Ultimate Muscle