Insanity: My Immortal Enemy

Through whatever means possible, it appears that the insanity that gripped me had removed my memories of going to Appleloosa.

So unfortunately, I could not tell you how I managed to get there other than possibly hijacking the train or walking there. And judging by how I didn't show any symptoms of either, I am still not sure to this day.

But what I could tell you of is what happened next. Which is the strangest part of my journey.

There, before me, stood a robotic alicorn with a model five hundred revolver in its magic. He had yellow glacier shades, covering what appeared to be pitch black orbs. He had black cuff-links on his forelegs, presenting himself as an aristocrat. His body was a dark grey, with a black 'mane' and 'tail'. Bolts held his metallic grey body plates onto the exoskeleton, which was uncovered in some places. He stood there, ready for me to make the next move. I could tell that the citizens of Appleloosa were having a bit of a panic. Some were intently watching the stare-off that was taking place, while others were hiding in their homes.

He flared his mechanical blades that were supposed to represent feathers, taking flight into the air. He quickly launched a volley of bullets and spells, which were easily dodged.

He couldn't hit me if he tried.

Well, maybe that's a lie, but he was really trying. He wasn't throwing his best spells at me, obviously he was too much of a goody two-shoes to attempt something like that and get ponies injured.

Whatever I was fighting was moving at unnatural speeds. And yet, we were matching each others' speed. He dodged my attacks, I dodged his. We were at a stalemate, and no one was winning.

Me, not being afraid of collateral damage, began putting flour in my mouth, blowing it out towards my lighter to perform fire-breathing. I was aiming to distract him by setting homes and stores afire.

And that is when the fight started getting interesting.

Because, suddenly we were far away from civilization, in the deserts miles away from the town. He decided to finally talk to me, "ERROR ERROR *BZZT* YOU WILL BE DESTROYED FOR YOUR CRIMES AGAINST PONYKIND! *BZZT* ERROR ERROR!"

I replied to him as I dodged his now more explosive and powerful attacks, "Well, it appears the robot can speak. I didn't know there could be such a cliche goody two-shoes robot in existence. Let me guess, you created the entirety of this dream so you could antagonize me and distract me from actually being on a train heading to Canterlot? And also so we could have more character development?"

That shut him up, so I simply shot him. He fell to the ground with a great, 'CLUNK'. I probably broke him before he even hit the ground. I picked up his revolver, and grabbed ammo from seemingly no where. This was overall a weird dream, and I could honestly care less. Since I finally had control over my own dreams, I teleported to Appleloosa and began blowing apart everyone.

Somepony ran outside, shouting, "HIDE YO KIDS, HIDE YO WIFE! THEY BE KILLIN' PONIES OUT HERE!"

I immediately shot him for referencing that meme. And then again, my brain thought this up to try and cope with my insanity, which is an utter failure now that my insanity had control of the dream. I just straight up shot everyone, and then burned the town to the ground. There was no opposition to my attack.

Except for one pony.

His name was Braeburn, and he pathetically attempted to attack me. Well, maybe not pathetically. I'm sure he could have killed me in one shot if I slowed down, but I only ran circles around him and then shot him with my five hundred caliber revolver.

The explosion of his head was satisfying to my dark half, the bits and tiny pieces of brain matter and bloody skull flew everywhere, a sick and twisted shrapnel flying out across the streets.

Soon after this, the entire town had been dealt with, the dream slowly fading into the blackness of my mind. And then I realized that I was waking up, soon being able to feel the rattling and movement of the train I was on. I took a quick check with my hands, making sure I wasn't captured or anything.

I pushed myself to my feet soon after, finding myself looking at the ceiling again. I racked my brain to find out what had just happened, but as I look down to myself, I figured out that the ceiling was quite close to me. I was barely able to actually stand at full height in this cabin, because it was very small. I took a quick look around, finding that a box was laying at my feet. The box had a strange symbol all over it. The symbol was that of a clock, with about three fourths of a gear surrounding it. Strangely, the clock slowly ticked away, as if it wasn't a drawing, but rather an actual clock.

I grabbed the box, finding a small padlock on the front. It was rather large, probably testament to what was inside.

I looked around, trying to find a key of some sort. It appeared that the key wasn't visible, so I began rummaging through the luggage filled cart. I  then found a small key sticking out of a purse, which I deftly took.

Without much hassle, I inserted the small and gritty metal key into the padlock, and turning it, watching as it opened with an audible but not loud click. I took the rough metal lock in my hand, taking it carefully off the leather box. After this I opened the box carefully, making sure not to damage it or the contents inside of the container.

Immediately noticeable, was the large revolver stashed inside. The weapon in question was a Model 500 Smith and Wesson, but its barrel was shortened. I picked up the shiny black weapon, placing it aside. Under it, three boxes of ammo were stored, which I picked up and placed into my satchel. Further under this was a harness that seemed specifically made for me, and a note stuffed messily into one of the pockets on it.

I grabbed the harness, and pulled the note out. I opened the carefully folded parchment, looking over the first line.

Dear human,

You have defeated me fair and square in battle, showing me a weakness I wasn't prepared for. These are your rewards for besting me, one short-barreled Smith and Wesson five hundred caliber revolver, three boxes of five hundred caliber bullets, and a harness with sheathes and holsters for all of your weapons. I also put a little surprise inside for you. Consider yourself lucky that I actually decided to do this. Oh, and one more thing. The revolver has an inscription on it, its name being Dream Crusher. I called it that considering how many dreams it crushed.

Sincerely,

An Alicorn robot.

The note was certainly interesting, and I wanted to know what the surprise was. I took a look into the box once more, finding a shiny out the front switchblade. The weapon's blade was certainly long, but thankfully the hilt compensated. I then placed it on the ground, pulling off my jacket and satchel for a moment. I put on the harness, then placing the aforementioned weapons in their holsters and sheathes. I had abandoned the short-sword Discord gave me, for the reason that it was too much of a pain to carry around.

But before holstering my guns, I reloaded each of them. My out the front knife had nowhere to be placed, so I only had room for my first knife. I gripped the switchblade in my hand, attempting to conceal it. The surface of the blade was bumpy, making it much more unlikely to slip out of my hand.

After putting my jacket and satchel back on, I was ready to head out. And just as this was happening, the train started to slow down. Soon, it came to a full stop, and I took a look outside a small window. The passengers were getting off, and I had no chance in hell to fight the guard platoon that was approaching the train...

I soon decided it was time to improvise.

A loud BOOM! Could be heard throughout the station, having come from the front of the the train. I knew that once this sound was heard, it was time to run through the confusion.

As soon as I heard the guard moving up to the front of the train, I bolted for the nearest alleyway I could see. I quickly ducked into the alleyway, hiding behind some trashcans. I smelled the air accidentally, getting a whiff of the horrible scent of rotten garbage. The smell filled my lungs and windpipe, making me choke. I managed to keep it down, and then began traversing the alleyways and making sure the guard wouldn't find me.

They were pretty stupid for the Royal Guard though. They didn't even notice the other explosion I had set to go off.

I smiled wickedly as I heard a second, louder boom than the first.

A little bit of alleyway traversing later, and I was quite near the castle. The massive white towers that adorned the walls and inner sections of the castle were huge and beautifully crafted, gold and silver-looking stone as accents. The massive castle doors were made of fancy looking wood that likely cost thousands of bits, and as I observed this I quietly thought to myself, Fucking rich assholes.

That was my last thought before I settled down, going to sleep so that I could wake up at night and infiltrate the massive and fancy castle of Canterlot.

After a quick nap, I was ready for the next few steps. I checked my weapons, taking a look at Dream Crusher on the harness. The revolver would likely be the weapon I use to take out the princesses, and any powerful mages. It was finally time to show them that there is, in fact, a monstrous creature running around and killing hundreds of ponies.

And I intended to cement this fact.

I had placed some makeshift bombs in areas I could reach without being detected, meaning that much of the place would go sky-high. Oh, you're asking how I would set them off from far away? Well, I decided that flour would do the trick.

I turned around in a crouching position, lighting a trail of flour.

The trail sparked to life, the flour burning fast. I watched as the fire went off into the distance. Just moments before the first few explosions, I turned around. The city lit up, many booms going off in rapid succession. I saw as guards ran and flew out of the castle, prepared to find whoever did that. But little did they know that the person who committed that act had just slipped into their castle.

I arrived at the door, cracking it open.

I ran inside, finding an empty courtyard. Two cloaked figures stood. One had a purple cloak that had a green gem holding it together. The other had a pink cloak with a blue gem. The aforementioned pink cloaked figure was a pony, while the purple cloaked one was slightly taller, and bipedal. Both had their heads down, not revealing much to me.

I whipped out my USP and Dream Crusher, ready for a battle.

I took aim, and began firing.