I opened my mouth, inhaling the stagnant air of the spaceship. Recycled. Why would I imagine a world where the air tasted so stale?

My mouth was dry to the bone and my brain ached from the massive amounts of brick and mortar that had fallen on top of me. I would kill for some Evangelion soft drinks right now. I was tired and aching. I was like a bicycle, too tyred to move forwards. Maybe I could stay in this figment for a while? Take stock of the crimes I'd surely committed here.

What better escapism than space after all? Where Nopony could here you bray. I was finally free until I remembered who was here, with me...

"Father..." I murmured in fear and admitted excitement. Even knowing that this wasn't real, there was a huge part of me that went weak at the knees. The greatest artist of our time, of our generation. Or possibly the known Universe was above me. Was he there spiritually? Yes. He was also there I knew in the real. In the now. Above a few decks in his chambers, his halls to the self.

Did I want to ascend? Did I dare? There was no way that this was the real Chris, he was too powerful a figure to imitate, so I was guessing whatever I'd dreamed up was probably not quite right.

I rose to my hooves and cracked my neck muscles. Harry was still here, and I'd eventually have to face him. If he kept killing me then maybe I'd be able to complete my tasks here and return to the world of the living. If I was actually alive, though the further down this rabbit hole I went, the more I seemed to regain my sanity.

I started wondering the halls of the ship. I recalled being borne of Chris, he being both my Father and my Mother. I would have been touched, but I could only imagine the majesty of being called his son... at least, that's what I thought. Something... was wrong. A mysterious feeling that made me feel worried and confused. Thinking of Chris always brought me joy and pleasure... yet something was amiss. But I wasn't sure.

I had the feeling of being watched as I stalked the halls. I knew Chris was above me, but I wasn't sure how to get there. I took a few elevators, and I even vented a few times, but I couldn't seem to reach him. That was until I fell through the vent and into the reactor room.

"Oh, hey dweeb," was the only voice I heard, before a hoof slammed into my gut, making me double over in pain. It was HARRY! The pain felt pretty bad, almost like being stabbed in the back with a hunting knife, but not quite.

Harry walked around me, and I suddenly felt weaker than I had in a long time. "You see, now I know what you're up to. I should have been more sus before, but now I know for reals. You want to die, you want to escape these realities in the hopes you'll return to some idea of your real self. DO YOU EVEN HAVE A REAL SELF!?"

He threw me back against the wall, and help my by the neck, choking me. He felt like some sort of alien being, grasping me with his hoof like that. Why did I feel so weak?

"I'm not going to kill you this time dweeb. You're staying here with me. I'll probably beat ya a little. Toss you around like a football. Maybe call you a few nasty names that sort of jazz. It's fun to taunt you, it's like it's my purpose..." he trailed off and frowned, shaking his head before throwing me to the side, my lungs burning with pain as I coughed, sucking lungfuls of that drab air into me.

"You're sick," I spluttered, crawling to my midsection, trying to stand, my legs shaking, my hooves weak. "You're not real Harry, and at this point you're right, neither am I. I'm not a monster out there I'm sure, but in here with the power I've had, I've become one. I've done things... I should not have done. Hell I murdered a whole race of creatures, probably several! I've enslaved people in mines, I've tortured, mutilated and controlled masses. I am beyond forgiveness to these creatures of my mind. But perhaps I can forgive myself and become better, if I can just get out of here!"

I hadn't realized I'd had tears running down my face. I was on the brink of sobbing, Harry rolling his eyes and murmuring "Gay" under his breath.

"Say what you will Harry, but if you were sure you were real, and you'd died as well and we were sharing our purgatory, you would kill me where I stand. Instead you're afraid."

He didn't like that.

I was in for the biggest swirly of my life.

With a pound of his hoof, I felt two teeth chip away and ping off the metal hull of the ship. I twirled in a dance of blood and teeth as I fell into the elevator, accidentally knocked the 'UP' button, rising in the air like a bird on the wind. Soaring above Harry's torment. It seemed he like I hadn't the power of a God in this world. Maybe as things became more real, the world became more rigid in its ruled. I didn't know though, I was just making this up as I went along."

Flicking my aqua mane back over my head and limped of of the elevator, hooves clacking on lovely marble as I realised I was in some sort of epic atrium. In the centre there he was, or rather should I say 'she.' I would recognise that visage even through a ton of makeup. The fact she wore the classic striped shirt made it clear to me.

"Father... Mother... Chris?"

She was levitating in the air, her legs folded and her arms splayed in a chi pose. Around her the air seemed to glow majestically, although even now I sensed something was off. But the fact my hero, the person who'd birthed me in this world was before me, even if just a figment of my imagination, overwhelmed my little pony soul.

"Oh my gawd Siege Fire!" she exclaimed, coming down to her feet to join with me, holding out her hand.

"I need your help, the apocalypse is nigh, I've been using my dimensional sight to see your travels. You've come far. You're dangerously close to the dimensional merge."

I was a little confused by her words, her words? Chris was a guy I thought? Then again, who was I to judge, I didn't even know if I was a guy in real life. I couldn't even remember my human face.

That thought got me a little and I sank to my haunches and started once more to cry before the imagined female version of my hero.

"Don't cry my little pony, the CPU Goddesses have informed that that CWCVille, this world and many others are beginning to merge, I was gonna celebrate with a LEGO display, but the worlds may implode or be beyond comprehension."

I looked confusedly at her. I didn't understand what she was talking about. Dimensions merging? Was my IQ not high enough? Chris wasn't making any sense and it was scaring me. That dark feeling I'd gotten in my chest earlier was returning. Some ting wong.

"Chris... there's something not right here. I remember you, the genius inventor and proprietor of the great Sonichu comic series, a celebrity from the internet and a inspiration to me and to everyone who doesn't fit in. You're literally the reason that I was able to do half the things I did when I was a human. Your confidence to push on, the reality that anyone of any age can like cartoons and of course your comic series. Pokemon and sonic? GENUIS! Issue number 11 was my favorite by the way!"

I was fawning now, I was such a fan of Sonichu the electric hedgehog that I couldn't help it. I knew I needed to get back to my reality but the temptation to ask this figment Chris was so strong I had to ask "Is there a reason that you're a girl in my mind? I thought your were a guy?"

Chris looked annoyed and informed me "I don't know what rock you've been living under buddy, but I've been a girl for years. A girl attracted to other girls only! But it's okay, you're still cool in my book. I'm much more tolerant than I *sigh* was in my earlier life. Also call me CPU Goddess Christine"

I frowned again. Something wasn't adding up. "This is a lot to process, but I guess that's cool with me. You aren't real though, right?"

Christine let out a stressful sigh and explained "I'm not a part of your story, which might I add is real, I am just a dimnsional traveller. I locked onto your signal when I felt your love for me, especially in this chapter of your life. I had to visit you just to say thank you. You wouldn't believe the things going down on Earth. THE LIES! That are being told about me. It's all BARBS FAULT!"

I tore away from Christine's touch. Something was very wrong. "What do you mean Mother? Why are you saying such things? What in Equestria are you on about huh!?"

Christine's eyes glowed magenta, and her ring glistened. "I'm talkin' bout them damned haters! DIRTY TROLLS! They're concocting a web of lies back on Earth saying i hurt my Mother, when it was all consensual! The merge is so close, we'll all be together soon my wife Cryzel Rosechu, Magi-chan sonichu, Sylvana Rosechu and Mewtwo and all our children! You included, just take my hand with your hoof Steven! We can live here forever, all the trolls, Harry can be wiped out! I can take us to CWCville when the merge happens!"

Tears welled in my eyes once again. "No..." I sniffed, wiping my nose. "You're not real! This can't be real. You sound like some sort of crazy person. The creator of Sonichu that I know is a misunderstood genius, not a literal insane person whose married to their characters and talks about dimensions or something!"

Christine pouted and in a high-pitched whined "Oh wow I'm crazy?" she blew a raspberry and screamed in an even higher sing-song voice "You killed Kenny you fricken fricks! You MORONS! You're the crazy one, my Rosie and daughter-wife Cryztal knows the truth, the merge is upon us! I will be free from my prison soon and all characters will merge onto one plane!"

The insanity I was witnessing was too close to the truth I had seen inside myself. Was this truly the creator of Sonichu? The genius? Or was this a part of me. I knew that I could never come up with such a strange thing, even in my current state of my mind. I only figured that this was possibly the real Christine Weston Chandler. One that had gone insane and done terrible things in the real world. One who'd been driven mad by the trolls she always talked about. One who had fallen and would never get up.

Harry entered the room just then, the elevator had come back down for him. "The fuck is this shit!?" he queried and Christine waved her palm, Harry melting into a million small golden rings that splayed across the floor.

"You have no power here," Christine spat, before pressing a finger to my forehead, the Tiara on her own forehead glowing as she asked "It's your choice now, my little pony. You can stay here with me, and rule these worlds that are so close to merging, or become a nobody. Return to whatever stinking life you have."

I swallowed, but I knew now that this was not a life I wanted for myself. Confidently though with a frog in my throat, I horsely whispered "Let me go Christine... and I will let you go."

"*Hmph*Disappointing... I will never let go of my sweethearts or reality. You however can go about your way."

She let out another 'Hmph' before I started disintegrating.

"May the CPU goddesses guide you my little pony," she cooed.

"Get some help, please..." I whispered, but my muzzle had already gone, and I felt as I, myself was obliterated.

I let go of Christine and now I knew that I was on the right path.

However next I knew now, with my memories returned, that I would face my greatest demons.

Author's Note

I will never forget how hard it was to write this chapter. Growing up liking anime and mlp and sonic I was such a fan of the Sonichu the electric hedgehog Pokemon and read every issue I could get my hoofsies on.

Knowing what Christine has done and the state of her mind now makes me so sad. They were my childhood hero and now they are forever sullied. I'll never forget the joys of reading Christine's original work, but I cannot forgive her crimes.

This was a tribute to my lost childhood, but it was also a chance for closure. I will be moving on. Soon all of this will come to a close. Then I wonder where my life will head?

Haters gonna hate.

BiggiePeace Out