Another Story, About You

by CrispySparrow

Rating: everyone
Tags: Dark, Alternate Universe, Horror, Tragedy, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 1251

This is a Story, About.....Who?

Read something else.

"She was glad to be home, but then she read the things that had been written for her.......and then.......she felt something else."

Published 2018-07-05 08:00:06 UTC
Last updated 2018-07-05 08:00:06 UTC

This is Another Story, About You...

This is a story, about You.

There has been another story, another one about you. It was about you, but not about YOU, you see?

You live in a town. It is a nice town. You have always lived here. You were born here, and perhaps you will do other things here as well.

You have never,really, left.

Oh sure,

Perhaps on occasion you found yourself stepping out for some time, at times. Small adventures, short expeditions, ones that you would always come back from.

You have never, really, left.

What does it mean to leave? After all, our world is not large, Equestria is only made up of so many acres. There are not many places to run to. There are not even very many places.

You thought about leaving.

The idea of leaving, really, leaving.

You screamed.

You screamed that you wanted to go home.

But what is home, my deer?

What is it?

Your perceptions are not nearly as vast as mine, you still cling desperately, yet unknowingly to limits forged by your tiny pony brain. Of course your packaging is quite lovely, yes indeed. You are grace incarnate, with fur like velvet, your whole blessed by proportions of gold. '

But you cannot best her, with your thoughts.

But for this idea, like many things, the more you tossed it about, the less appealing it became.

The novelty, of the idea, would dance into your life like a fawn into a meadow, and then it was gone as swiftly as winter could steal its breath away.

You tired of the thing as vultures tire of bare bones. Skeletons of thoughts now buried deep beneath snow.

So, You have always lived here.

You have always lived here, and you are glad.

So glad.

So glad to live here.

So glad to live.

* * *

Do you remember when You were young?

When you left for a time?

You were so young.

He was so young.

THINK ABOUT WHAT IT WAS LIKE TO BE YOUNG.

Do you remember?

There was a time, in which you were not glad. Not glad at all, to live in this nice little town.

Not glad at all.

How you longed for more!

Bright lights! Bright nights!

Glamour! Sophistication!

The songs of the city, unheard by most, sung in the dark times of first hours; The cool night air's caress on your face, the crispness of the sights and of your mind and of the breath in your lungs!

Electric magic painting neon snakes upon the black and speckled canvas; slithering between light, eating their tails, constellations heralding rituals of sex and currency, and intoxication.

A room hazed with cigarette smoke and voices and music like honey. Eyes looking at you over the rim of his glass.

Velvet lips slowly parting, to reveal that perfect smile.

And my god, how perfect was his smile?

I wish I could smile, like that.

The city, beautiful, because of the light it brings, glittering coins tossed into a fountain, the city that was stars in a void.

Perfect.

You did get what you had wanted.

The only thing you had ever wanted.

The only thing any of us have ever wanted.

To feel as if you were living.

And like everyone who has ever gotten what they have wanted, you had no idea what to do with what you had wanted.

But you two figured it out in time.

You two were so beautiful in the dark.

All of us, together, above the city that could almost be stars.

We were all so young...

A stallion's soft muzzle; his delicate whispers in your ear, like trickling water.

The feeling of his hooves through your mane.

The feeling of his hooves along the curve of your spine.

The feeling of his hooves.

Your endearing squeals.

The soft, wet silence that followed.

The night was just...so...

Breathtaking.

It was so long ago.

Think of the stallion.

Do you remember his face?

Can you see it in your mind?

I can see it.

I can see it clearly.

It is right over there.

Right there, on the shelf.

* * *

It feels so good to reminisce.

It feels so grand to play those memories of us, again and again, films of the past on a loop.

It is comforting.

I have been with you for an age.

And I regret not a single moment.

I loved every moment, I love every moment!

Everything!

I loved to see you search for gemstones, despite that terrible and scaled creature that labored for you.

I loved to hear your voice, those sweet and soft wind chimes.

I loved to see his lungs inflate for the last time, to hear your screams from the corner

I loved to feel his blood on my face, salt and bitter metal creeping, seeping through air and fur, staining my taste and the rest and the rest and the rest.

Stains, and then rest, and then stains, and then rest.

To feel the tremors through my limbs as I slammed his head upon the concrete over and over and over.

Again.

* * *

Today, you came home.

She was not there.

At first, you did not worry.

But everything grows with time.

The worry came upon you, like water seeping steadily into boots.

Then dread folded its wings and perched upon your shoulder, to stare down at the panic flooding your home.

But then she came home, and the bird and the sea were gone.

You held her close.

She seemed confused.

You were not confused.

You brushed her lavender mane behind a white ear.

You told her never to disappear like that again.

You were right to do this.

She came home.

This time.

Be glad.

This time.

* * *

Are you scared?

You should be.

I know that I am scared.

I remember other times, where I was scared.

There is something about the way you breathe that eases my spooked heart.

The way you breathe when you are sleeping.

The way you are breathing right now.

It is...

Divine.

* * *

Oh. My. God.

I like.

Can't Even.

This is divine!

The feeling of his face upon mine....

Divine.

Ahhhhh.

Such a pleasant skin.

You know how to pick them.

If you know what I mean.

It is quite surprising that any creature could fit so much inside them.

I am glad.

Glad, that I held unto this.

* * *

Rarity...

Where is Sweetie Bell, Rarity?

I thought we talked about this.

We talked about how silly it is to work so long and hard.

We talked about this Rarity...

Do you need an extra pair of eyes, to watch your sister?

I think I can help you with that.

Do you like scavenger hunts Rarity?

How about puzzles?

How much?

Lets play, Rarity!

Sweetie Bell loves playing with me!

Lets play together!

I want to play!

I want to play!

I want to play!

Why are you afraid, do you not like these notes that I leave for you?

* * *

Well now I may have made a bit of an error now, haven't I?

After all I have a surplus of materials for hat making, thanks to Ponyville's finest hat maker.

But now there is no one to make the hats!

What a pity...

Fluttershy, I know you can sow now, Fluttershy.

Hush now, quiet now...

ssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

..................................................................................................................................

shhhhh.