Narration

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Twilight didn't move.

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Let me say it again.

'Twilight set her binder down on the chair to her right. Hands empty, the star student of Crystal Prep marched towards her principal's office with a look of determination on her face.'

"... No," she whispered in clear defiance of the Narrator, who merely looked down at the girl without another word.

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Minutes passed as Twilight waited for an actual response despite technically having received one already.

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'Listen, Twilight.'

Sparkle's head snapped up at the sudden presence of the source of the voice, and the suddenness of its new tone.

'As much as I would love to hang out around in this long, drawn-out segment of our story, sitting here, in this office, isn't doing anyone any favors.'

"What did you do to Crystal Prep, then?!" she cried as she demanded an answer from the being responsible, as if she had control over the current situation.

Well done, Twilight. Everyone thinks that you are very powerful, now.

The person in question frowned, her hands shaking.

"What did you do to my brother?! My babysitter?!" she screamed at the ceiling, no longer caring that she was voicing her conversation with a supernatural entity out loud.

"They were here, this morning! I saw them at home before they left!" she screamed again, tears in her eyes. "Do you have any idea how much it hurts to have someone you love just v-vanish of the face of the earth?!"

Twilight's breathing began shaky as no response came from the Narrat-

"No!" Twilight shrieked. "Do you have any consideration for others?! This hurts! It really does!"

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'I'll be honest with you, Miss Sparkle.'

Twilight's breathing hitched for a second at the sudden lack of enthusiasm in the Narrator's voice.

'I no longer care enough to narrate this story for you.'

Twilight stared worriedly at the ceiling.

'The last person I tried helping this way died because of his disobedience, and that death was by my hand.'

The student's heart stopped for a moment.

'He chose to try and throw off my story, but he didn't try hard enough.

'Just. Like. You.'

"... Wh-Who was he?" Twilight asked, almost every trace of anger stripped from her voice.

'Asking for the name of an old 'friend', before you're left behind? Fine.'

A bust of a fair-skinned man in a white polo shirt appeared before the frozen Sparkle.

'This used to be a story about a man named Stanley.'

Twilight could only stare at the image of the man that she would never get to meet.

'He was a very cooperative fellow. Up until the very end, that is.'

Visions of a red-lit chamber flashed in her eyes, with a large digital clock counting down from two minutes and a man, whom Sparkle could only assume was Stanley, frantically scrambling from one button to another.

Amidst the blaring red lights and sirens was a masculine voice. One that very fairly taunted the person trying to accomplish something that was clearly out of his power to do

A door in the room opened at eight seconds left on the clock before closing in Stanley's face, with the whole scene going white several seconds afterwards.

'The poor fellow was dead from the moment he began. A terrible fate, really.'

"How could you take something like humour out of a tragedy?!" Twilight called to the Narrator. "As far as science is concerned, you shouldn't even exist!"

'... Let me ask you something, Sparkle.'

The lights in the office suddenly flickered, numerous objects blinking out of existence as monitors and control panels began taking up the room. Noticing the rapid change in scenery, Twilight began panicking, turning around, only to find a worryingly familiar door with a red light above it.

'How fast can I get a lethal dose of SO2 into your head?'

A barely audible 'Sss' could be heard from the vents above as a barely unnoticeable wisp snaked its way into the room, followed swiftly by several others. Twilight's eyes widened as she both recognized the chemical formula of Sulfur Dioxide, and ran for the consoles.

'Ah. Now this is making things a little more fun, isn't it, Twilight?'

"This isn't fun!" she cried as she sought out anything that could halt the progress of the gas, which had gathered into a rather large cloud high above her head.

'Hahahahahah... Oh, Twiley...'

"Don't call me that!" she yelled at the amused omnipotent being, going from button to button in a fashion rather similar to her supposed predecessor.

'A single request before you choke on 'nothing'? Very well.'

The Narrator then stopped directly communicating with the doomed girl, who immediately noticed the very sudden, almost impossible, amount of toxins hovering just above her head.

"No!" she cried, evidently failing to prolong the inevitable. "This isn't making sense! Stop this!"

Yet with each passing second, the mass of lethally poisonous gasses neared inhaling.

'And so, Twilight Sparkle died of suffocation via sulphur dioxide, and never once managed to truly question the reality of the world she was in.'

"Reality? Reality?! I've been living a lie, all this ti-" she began, only for her end to meet her where she stood; thick, unbreathable air filling the room from the ground up, until she could no longer think.

Nor speak.

Nor cry for help.

No, Twilight Sparkle was dead.

That, everyone knew.