Rrrrrrrbhhh-buh!

I rolled onto my side and winced. The gurgling in my guts was getting worse. So was the bulge.

After I killed Six, the teleports just kind of stopped. I don't know why. Maybe something bad had happened to Twilight Sparkle. Maybe I was the last one.

Well.

If I was going to be the last, I was going to survive as long as possible.

I lost track of the days long ago. It could've been months since I killed Six. It could've been less than a week. I didn't bother even trying to count it out.

Without more teleport remains, I was running out of supplies. There was one sandwich I was saving. A few wood and cloth scraps. Several corpses worth of flesh and bone. But that was about it.

"What about all the bodies in the pile?"

"Shut up!"

Oh, yeah. The voice. It's been here a while. Or maybe it's always been here. With me.

In my head.

"It's not so bad in here, now. Kind of roomy, actually. Didn't used to be."

"Ugh."

Its hard. I feel... dry. That's how I feel.

And hollow. I couldn't- I can't-

I dunno.

"Uuuurgh," I groaned. Struggled to stand. Failed.

"Is that all you know how to say?"

"I can say shut up!"

"Wow. Such an intricate vocabulary. Tell me. Were you always this pathetic, or is this a recent development?"

"You tell me. I don't even know how long you've been around."

"Oh, poor Twilight. Maybe I need to walk you through it. Where should we start? With you failures as a princess? As a teacher? As a friend? Or just your failure at being a pony. Maybe the day you teleported?"

"Nngh. Just... leave me alone."

"Not yet." The voice paused. "I have an idea. Let's just go over your most recent mistakes. Your first kill."

"That wasn't a mistake." It was my awakening. My moment of triumph.

"The moment your fate was sealed."

"What fate? I get to kill myself a hundred times over. There are ponies who would give anything to have that chance."

"What have you given?

I rolled over and let my bulge jut towards the roof. "If you're trying to make me give up, it won't work."

"Oh, of course not. So why don't you want to talk about it?"

"I'm thirsty. Talking makes it worse." My throat was already hurting.

"Go get some of your piss-blood-water."

"Watch your language!"

"Why? You're the only one who can hear me."

That... I couldn't think of a retort. "Whatever." I sighed. "I can't go get water, because there is no water."

"And why's that?" I detected more than a hint of sarcasm.

I bit my cheek.

"Maybe it's because you made a mistake? Because you failed? Because you didn't think ahead and shoved all your dead bodies into the center of this hell-hole, where all the fluids are supposed to drain?"

"FUCK YOU!"

"Ho-ho, now who needs to watch her language? Face it, Twilight. You suck. You are a terrible excuse for a pony, and your life has amounted to nothing. Your purpose is to slowly whither in this place, murdering yourself over and over again until you run out of food and water and you die." The voice sneered. "What would your friends think, if they saw you now? Loser," it spat.

I choked back a sob. This was no time for self pity. No time to be breaking down. I knew my purpose and my goal, same as ever. And I would fulfill that goal with my whole heart.

"Even though that goal is pointless? Ha!" the voice laughed. "Just go back to sleep. It's about the only thing you're still good at."

"Sleep," I muttered. Good idea. Asleep, I wouldn't be hungry or thirsty. I could leave this place in my dreams. And best of all, I wouldn't have to listen to the voice. "Goodnight," I said. I closed my eyes and burrowed my face into the rotting ground, the fumes reaching for my brain to drag it into darkness. My limbs shuddered weakly, instinctively, but they couldn't push me away.

Just before I drifted off, I heard it.

"I'll be here, Twilight. Waiting. When you wake up, I'll be here. Remembering everything you won't. All you're failures. All your screw-ups. You can never escape me, Twilight. Never."

Author's Note

So yeah, embracing the M rating. Hope you enjoyed the latest chapter of, as one comment put it, 'depression pony'!

I actually googled auditory hallucinations. apparently, hearing insults to your person is the most common form of hearing voices. who knew?