Insanity: My Immortal Enemy

Something was off.

It wasn't the scent in the air, or the blood pouring out of my leg, but rather something was off with the atmosphere. Something stirred deep inside of me, filling me with a noticeable amount of crushing fear. I felt a shiver down my spine, goosebumps spreading across my body. I swore I saw a strange shape walking from the shadows, but nothing was there.

I forced my eyes open, clearing the darkness from my vision. The last few minutes were all missing from my memory. I remembered bursting through a green and thorny bush, but then nothing else. Even as I focused my mind on the missing time period, I got nothing.

Perhaps, I could pull myself up, walk around, and think.

That was the worst idea I ever had.

Searing white hot pain shot through my leg, making me cry out as loudly as possible. Suddenly, the dark consumes my vision once again.

I was floating in a white room. The room was ornately decorated, containing completely white furniture. I slowly touched my foot down, and strode forward, finding a door at the other end of the room.

However, the door seems out of place.

A green door in a white room? How does that make sense? I was tempted to find white paint for it, until it grew eyes and turned into an amalgamation of what seemed to be a dragon, goat, and manticore. If there were more parts, I was too shocked to notice.

The being spoke, seemingly rising above the volume of normal speech.

But I wasn't paying attention. At least not until his head popped off and jumped around, doing somersaults until it jumped up and yelled in my ear.

"Pay attention, my dear boy. I have some very good news for your predicament, if you would lend me your ears!"

As soon as he said that, my ears were being juggled in his... Hands? Or talons? I wasn't all too sure.

"For your doing a favor for me, I shall give you anything you want. But..."

He got serious, his voice coming down to a normal level of decibels, and my ears returned to their rightful places. His head was on his body, and then he spoke with the most serious voice he could muster.

"If you fail this task, I will have to remove you from the equation."

And just like that, he disappeared, leaving behind a garishly colored room.

In the center of the room a USP Match was on a table, silenced and all. A few magazines were on the table as well, so I picked it all up.

As soon as I put away the magazines, loaded the gun, and felt its rough grip, I was whisked away from the dream.

I awoke, my leg fully healed and the gun by my side, feeling some paper in my hands.

I felt the gritty stone surface with my hands as I pushed myself up, coming to a standing position and looking at the paper.

It was a hit list. He wanted me to kill the rest of the 'mane six', two of which I had already murdered. I looked down at the gun, thinking something. I picked up the weapon, cocked it, and put it to the temple of my head. Oh how foolish I was to think it would be that easy to escape.

Suddenly, I passed out.

The gun was in a holster. That pesky other version of me has no control until I give it control again. But I don't intend to until my task is finished. Once I am gone, he will confront that amalgamation, and I will take over. I will send him away, while I end everyone else in this pitiful universe.

But, before I can do any of that, I must execute my targets. Priority one is Princess Twilight Sparkle, the prestigious owner of the Element of Magic and also the Princess of Friendship. She must be eliminated hastily, in order to make sure that the bitch cannot do anything to stop me, as she is the most skilled mage in this land.

BOOM!

Mud, dirt, and foliage flew as a blue pony made herself clear. The pony was wearing a wizard's hat, which was modified to have some cylinders of transparent rainbow fluid attached to it, like shotgun shells attached to an M1. The pony was armed with some sort of pistol, which fired the cylinders' contents, which were like plasma.

'A magic gun?' t'was my first thought. And indeed, it was. The weapon fired, a blue glowing material spreading out from the muzzle of the weapon. I observed the weapon closely as this pony fired at me, dodging and shooting back with the strangely recoil-less USP Match. The sound of bullets and the shriek of the magic pistol was deafening, my ears screaming and clawing at my brain to stop, but the pain of my ears warring against my brain was overpowered by the sting of the magic weapon hitting my shoulder, burning it severely.

However, I had landed many a shot on the pony, bringing it down to the ground. The weapon it held clattered on the ground, bouncing off a stone and landing a foot away from me. I approached the pony, leveling my weapon to her head. The pony weakly spoke, grinding its vocal chords together.

"W-where you see one pony, I see more..."

And indeed I did I saw more. Two more of her, magical clones, stood. They reached for their magic pistols, but I had landed a double head shot, using the original's MP as a secondary. Before she could mumble more, attack me, or summon more clones, I blasted her pretty little head to the heavens, my USP exploding the pony's brain.

I grabbed some magic cells, naming my new pistol the MP1. Strangely, when I fired the weapon last, it was yellow. I disregarded this fact and left the clearing.