My Story

by LusitaniaTheBunny

Rating: everyone
Tags: Queen Chrysalis, Starlight Glimmer, Sunset Shimmer, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sad
Length: 1016

I don't know who I am anymore.

I need to open up. That's why I'm writing my story in this tiny journal. I just hope no-one reads it...

Published 2018-01-27 13:30:06 UTC
Last updated 2018-01-27 13:30:06 UTC

Chrysalis is I

My name is Chrysalis and I am the queen of a hive. I and my subjects feed on love. My subjects are all my children, and I love them all very much. Sadly, they can't feed on this love, because I do not have a heart. Literally. And I can tell you first hand, it's awful. I have to go out and steal ponies' magic and love and friendship. (According to my studies, love is friendship on steroids.) Unfortunately, I don't have the steroids to set off friendship. Most of my subjects are happy with eachothers company and that is good for all of the hive because then they can go out scavenging. My last attack on Equestria was by kidnapping the princesses and sending replacements. I wasn't going to keep them there forever, just for a few weeks until I sorted out the dimension I was to send them to. The time before that, I got one of the princesses to get stuck in a cave so I could feed on her husband's love. I have not eaten in weeks, my subjects haven't eaten on two days. You might ask how we are surviving and that is only because of a princess called Luna. She gives us food. A lot, I might admit. But not enough to for 10,000 changelings. Well, 10,345. I keep track of all my children so if one goes missing, I can send out a search party. Yesterday terrible news came. Luna had no more love. No more food. We've surveyed over 50 towns and none of them have enough for a clear shot.

Tomorrow is going to be a bad bad day. I can feel it.

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I was right. Besides having no food I also felt sad. Not sad, but depressed. All of my last litter are gone. Sometimes I forget, I call for Glypher, but he's not there. He's not here. It's just so frustrating. I forget for a week that my kids are gone. I know I have to start anew. I will be. . . Ruby Wove. My mark will be a ruby and I am a skilled. . . Weaver.. Done! I'm no longer Chrysalis. I am Ruby Wove.

Starlight is I

Hello, my name is Starlight and I like magic. My mother used to say I could become a great doctor. I smiled when she said it, and acted pleased, but deep down I wanted more. I'm twenty years of age and four months. That in moons is... Two hundred and forty four moons. I've grown. Positivity. Positivity. Stay positive. Deep breath. Wait, was I even being negative in the first place? As you can see, my thoughts are fleeting. Like friendship. No, not like friendship. They're still my friends. I know that. But I'm not satisfied. I never am. I could talk to Sunset. Yes, I could. But would she understand? And what about my human counterpart? Maybe I could ask her? I could tell her about being a villain. But why am I the villain? Why? I helped those ponies. I gave them equality. They just had to ask and I'd give their cutie-marks back. ASK! ALL THEY HAD TO DO WAS ASK! AND AFTER EVERYTHING I DID FOR THEM THEY WERE WILLING TO CALL ME THE BAD GUY, TO PRETEND TO BE THE VICTIM!! I NEVER USED ISOLATION ON ANY OF THEM! ONLY ON TWILIGHT SND HER FRIENDS BECAUSE I KNEW THEY WOULD PUT AN END TO THE PEACE! AND I WAS RIGHT!

Deep breath. Don't lose your temper ON IDIOTS LIKE THEM! No, deep breath, I'm OK. I'm fine. Enough ranting. And it's OK, because I saved everyone from Chrysalis. I was in the right. I was the kind one, the generous one, the loyal one, the honest one, the one who showed them laughter. They aren't worth my time. They aren't, aren't, aren't. They never were.

They were. They really, really, really were. It's OK. Everything's okay. It's just so frustrating that I can't believe my beliefs. But I don't believe it anymore. Life is better with cutie-marks.

I... am alone.

I'm Sunset

Hi. I'm Sunset Shimmer. I used to live in Equestria, but now I'm in this world and it's all humanly. I know. Weird. It's also weird that I'm writing in this diary, about nothingness. It's not necessarily nothingness, it's pain. Well, not really. I wanna die. Really I do. No I don't.

Nobody understands me. It's not easy. It's cold hard depression. I'm insane. I know I am. Maybe I'm also a sociopath. I don't know. It hurts so much I can't even write. I can hardly hold this stupid pen. I'm bad. I can't collect my thoughts. It's driving me crazy. But, like I said earlier, I'm crazy. Or, at least, I think I am. I don't know. I don't know anything. You wouldn't understand this feeling of emptiness, mixed with desperation. It's just so weird. I want change.

It kind of reminds me of the time I visited Ireland. I saw this statue in this town called Kilty Clogher. The statue was a man called Sean MacDiarmada, who was apparently a leader of a war. There were other leaders, and all but two were executed. The two who were not killed was an American man, so they couldn't kill him or America would killed them, and the other was a woman. For once racism worked out. How ironic. Wait, how's this related to anything I was just writing. I told you I can't collect my thoughts.

There's so many new Inventions in this world. They have phones, and computers, and TVs. I like watching TV. But it gets boring after a while. Of course, there are other setbacks, like the lack of magic use.

I'm pathetic. Rambling on and on about technology when really inside me it's hollow. It hurts so much, yet I can't feel. I want... I don't know. I don't know anything. Heaven help me, I'm going to talk to Fluttershy. She's my only hope.