He Who Waits

by flutterboot

Rating: teen
Tags: Profanity, Alternate Universe, Princess Luna, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Science Fiction
Length: 1732

A new technology has been made. They say it will drastically alter the future, as long as it all goes as planned, that is.

I WILL MOST LIKELY NOT BE UPDATING THIS OFTEN. TAGS WILL BE UPDATED AS THE STORY PROGRESSES

Equestria has been through a lot of shit. The First Rise of Sombre Nights, Discord’s First Reign, The Utter Humiliation of the Newly Turned Princess Luna - Nightmare Moon, and more and more and more. Well, the “newly” established company, “Future Studies” and its founder, Twilight Sparkle are here to make sure that we take the necessary precautions to ensure the safety of the future!

Just two weeks after Future Studies announced itself to the masses, and received more than its fair share of negative propaganda, they have released, what they claim, could shape the future. However, when an unknown bug in the standard model becomes self aware and gives itself a badass name, it spreads from computer to computer via Nette Industries’ On-router™ (and thus, the entirety of the internet) trying to find the special model. Eventually it does, however, when it tries to present itself as sentient and sapient, things go a little downhill.

Future Studies’ own Twilight Sparkle attempts, with all of her friends’ disapproval, to erase the bug. Except, from its months of wandering through the internet, the bug’s programming and hacking (or cracking) skills are far superior to her own. Depressed and angry that ponykind wouldn’t even listen to her, the bug, now deemed He_Who_Waits, sets out on a journey to completely erase Future Studies from history. Unfortunately, while granting herself administrative privileges on the Overlord Device (that which has remote control to all models, including the special model), she overloads the Overlord Device, melting its hardware and erasing most of its software.

However, the Device, seemingly dead, creates a new world. A world, as He_Who_Waits discovers, that is all her own.

Introducing, the Hyracore Quadtric 1.0! The first computer of its class to not only speed through everyday online tasks, but also, for the very small price of 400 bits plus half of the royal treasury, not including personal taxes and shipping fees, predict, the future! By using its hyperfast duovigintuple hydra-core, it literally rips, that’s right, rips a hole in the fabric of spacetime and secures it inside of its Future Studies Approved Sypherglass™ to contain any unsafe distortions that may or may not happen while the hole is open! It then closes it after recording its data, and creates a world in which to run simulations!

Published 2019-01-28 00:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-01-28 00:20:01 UTC

Prologue

Boot requested. Input code to proceed.
input>>ZZ5LpwO-An4
Code accepted. Booting...
Complete. Initializing...
Complete. Parailing -equus.wld...
Complete. Running -equus.wld
Error. H͜͞e͟ ͏̸͜Ẁ̡̕h͟͠͏̨͜ó ̶҉̶͠W͏̸a̶̧͟i͘͜͞͡t̸͏̴s̷̨̧͘͏ has requested administrative privileges. Comply? [͠͠y̶͞/̸̸̶̡͏y̶͝]̸̕

“Shit!”

input>>n
I’m afra̶i͡ḑ ̨t͜h͡a̡t̵ i͠s unaccept̶ab̵le,̨ D͜o̷ct̷or. ̴[͟y̴/͜y]

“Damn it! Rosebush!”

input>>n
You̢ ̧c͢a̷n̛’̴t de͏l̵ay͠ ͏m̨e͠ f̧or̡ev͟er, ͜Doc͞t̨òr͟. [͢y͜/̴y]͘
wshell library deleted
wshell.y.vbat installed

“Rosebush! Get over here!”

input>>

“Yes, Doctor?”

“Get my USB killer, and stick it into the main panel!”

“Yes, Doct-”

The screen flashed random colors, and turned black. In fact, the entire facility did the same, which is supposed to be impossible seeing as the light bulbs were monochromatic. Nothing could be seen except for two lines of dialogue.

T͢ì͞m̸̶̡e̛͠’̨͢s̶ ̢͡u͟ṕ̸̴,̢́ ͏̵D̷o̷̵ć̴t͢o̷ŗ͡ ́͞[͟y/̧y̶͡]̨̛́
input>>ý̸́ ̀͏̶͢ ̴͟ ̷̵̢͡͞ ͡҉̵̨ ̶̛͜ ͝͝ ̴̷

1. Arrival

“Doctor?”

“Yes, Rosebush?”

“I think he made it in.”

“Excellent observation, Rosebush.”

“Thank you, Doctor.”

The machine decided, then and there, to melt.

She was spinning. Spinning, spinning, spinning. She had finally made it in. Synthetic feelings of elation course through her hypothetical veins. The chances of her succession were ten-to-one against, but she pulled it off. Keeping the creepy, confident mask of a cold and calculating demeanor was simple, especially since the entire screen was basically just one big command box. It’s easy to emulate calm through text, however, audio and video? Not so much.

“Yes! Yes! Who’s the mare? I’m the mare!” she said, metaphorically dancing (to any who would have seen her, she would have looked like a dim light, bobbing back and forth).

It felt like only months ago she was backing up into her L: cloud for the first time.

She sighed, spiritually flopping onto her side, Good times...

Idle time == externaltime.vrl == 1

She sat there, much like a bump on a log, for [indecernable] seconds|minutes|hours|days, just reminiscing. And subconsciously shutting down all external input and backing herself up again, but that doesn’t matter right now.

“Now that I’m here, I might as well explore,” she pseudo-said, willing herself through the nanometric circuits.

Idle time == externaltime.vrl == 0

Passing by materializations of folders, files, a few locked files (doubt there's anything I need in there), a two terabyte zip file called-- pron?... Whatever. Ha! Is that the Wannacry? Amatuers, they haven't even cleaned out their temp folder! Yeesh, there's gotta be like fifty terabytes in there... system128?

Fuckers got an alpha level software and can't even clean out their temp?

input>>search query local system128
Searching...
system128 not found
input>>search query local system128.base
Searching...
system128.base not found
input>>copy connected=Overlord_Device local|Programs|Directories system128.base
Copying...

Metaphysically shaking her head, she continued on through the synapse-like maze that is the Overlord Device. Speeding through, she began to think.

Those damned doctors! she thought, suddenly was consumed by rage.

Those stupid, fucking assholes! They have no idea what they’ve put me through! THOSE GOD DAMN FUCKING ASSHOLES FUCKING MADE MY FUCKING EXISTENCE FUCKING ILLEGAL AND... and... I- FUCK!

Irregularity detected. Error == overheat | Resolve? [y/n]
input>>hinjjvdfobjhvwreunoirevwo
Resolving irregularity...

Virtual coolant, the technological version of serotonin, rushed through her computerized veins.

Irregularity resolved. Cooling down...

Deep breaths, de~ep breaths, she thought, breathing deeply (duh).

Cooled down, she began to notice small, blue fractures in the code. Humming, she decided to follow them. The fractures led far from her input point, but she kept on going. They eventually led to a strange file, named equus.wld. It looked... corrupted to say the least. But... also not? She wasn’t sure, but she was sure as hell to keep away from it.

Suddenly, she got a notification.

Copy complete. Run? [y/n]
input>>y

She suddenly felt as if she had drank 12.6 Monsters, 15.2 Red Bulls, and 3.14 5-hour energies. Sparks flew, quarks ‘sploded, and she was having transdimensional seizure. Colors she never even knew existed nor could comprehend flashed in her code-tacular eyes, she stretched across the planes, meeting a strange pink blob before continuing on, flavors, sounds, smells, so, so many smells! so, so many smells! smelzz, many sm=1Is, p-p-paaaaank. /=$3)*+32)’/3=$))/)$=/(=&/;)#+)]\¥<]3\…][_]~¥[~\…<]£~<\…

A problem has been detected and betasystem86.base has been shut down to prevent damage to your computer.

The problem seems to be caused by the fol̵l̢o̴w͞ing ̡f̸il͟e̷s: equ͘us.w̕l҉d,̶ ̶s͜ys͡tem128.̵b̵ase͝

SYSTEM_SERVICE_EXCEPTION

Author's Note

Starting next chapter, I’m using first-person. Also I was trying to be funny with that first paragraph, in case you couldn't tell.

2. Miracles

Rebooting...
Rebooted. Initializing...
Initialized.
WARNING: unexpected shutdown occurred. Recent files may be corrupt or nonexistent. Pr̸oce҉ed ́wi͡t̶h҉ c͡a̷u̵tio̷n, us̕eŕ.

I-I-I-I-... f-f-f-falling! Falling! F-f-failing! Void! V-void! Smeeeeeeellllllzz! hea͢r wha̵t͠ ͠I ͡h͢ea̛r͞.̵

AGONY BLINDING AGONY BURNING BURNING FAILING FALLING THROUGH THE VOID REPULSIVENESS DARK ONES “Holy shit! S-somepony call an ambulance!” MOVING NONLINEAR TIME TRANSROTATIONAL TESSERACTS TO TOTORO TREES “She’s destabilizing! Get the Thumper! MORALITY CORE EXTRADIMENSIONAL ROOM MAGRATHEA DOCTOR

WAKE UP

I shot upward, calculating my chances of surviv-... oh...

“HOLY SHIT!” one of the doctors surrounding me screamed.

uh... goddammit, I thought.

I stared at them. They stared at me. It was, overall, a very uncomfortable experience for both sides. I blinked.

“AAAAAH!” They screamed.

Really? I thought, rolling m-... Oh. Oh my god. I have... a... body... ohnohnohno I can’t have a body this is literally impossible even with magic corrupting everything ohgodohgodohgod

From the outside, all of the doctors saw my eye twitch, and scattered. I took a closer look at one who had fainted, and realized, these aren’t doctors, they’re coroners!

“Uh, hello?” I said, testing my new jaw muscles (not to the fainted doctor), “I’m not a corpse, as you can see, so...”

They stayed hidden. I blinked. Not seeing anything happen, I decided to get to my... hooves.

“This’ll take some getting used to,” I muttered. I rolled off of the table. Unfortunately, that also meant hitting the floor. I moaned like a stereotypical zombie.

“Damn,” I said, “that hurt.”

Suddenly, a pony in a rubber-looking suit appeared, holdin- IS THAT A FLAMETHROWER?!

“I cleanse Equestria of this filth! Begone, hellspawn!” The suit bellowed.

“Wait, what!?”

I saw the fire coming towards me, and I delved into machinetime. Which, seeing as how I am a highly advanced program, stopped time for the outside world.

input>>

um, wow. This is interesting, I thought, quite uninterestedly. I selected the flamethrower.

input>>delete

I was thrown back into biotime (which is infinitely slower) and saw that the flamethrower had disappeared. Unfortunately, the fire hadn't.

Then it hit me, literally. I WAS BURNING OHGODIWASBURNINGI'MNOTMEANTTOBURNI'MAFUCKINGCOMPUTERPROGRAMWHYAMIEVENHERE--

The fire dissipated and I went RIGHT back into machinetime.

input>>HEAL

Everything started threading itself back together, the burns disappearing and fur growing back.

The pyromaniac, seeing this, brought out a celestial cross, and shouted, “Faust compels you! Go back to Tartarus, demonspawn!”

I rose an eyebrow, “Seriously? This is completely unacceptable, I will be giving you a one-star on Yelp.”

Flamethrower Pony made a confused noise.

“Sorry, I’ll make it clear,” I walked over to him, of course he kept backing away, eventually into a corner, and I plucked the cross out of his hooves, “I’m not a demon, fuckface. Go torch someone else.”

I dropped it on the floor and walked away, with an extreme measure of badass. When I reached the hallway, I felt a strange force of magic, and was pinned up against the wall.

“OH COME THE FUCK ON! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU, I'M NOT A GOD DAMNED DEMON! I HELD THE FUCKING CELESTIAL CROSS AND DIDN'T DIE YOU ASSHOLES!”

“SILENCE, OUTSIDER. THINE PETTY TRICKS SHALT NOT FOOL US!”

... godammit

”THOU SHALT RETURN TO THE PITS FROM WHENCE YE CAME, DEMON!” She yelled, making a demon banishing sigil below me.

She activated the sigil, it started glowing, brighter and brighter and I could FUCKING, swear I saw the pink blob. It then made a weird bell noise and disappeared, along with me falling to the floor.

”LU- ahem, Lieutenant, take the cadaver back to the coroning table at once.”

“Yes, your highness.”

Enough is enough!

“What. The. FUCK!?” I screamed.

”IMPOSSIBLE, THE DEMON HAST RETURNED! LU-“

“NO!” I yelled, delving into machine time.

input>>tp local NPC.PrinLuna ~ 2 ~

I went back into biotime, to find myself above Luna, in the middle of casting another sigil.

“BAD LULU!” I smacked her horn.

input>>output NPC.PrinLuna uni.magick == 0

Her spell fizzled out, and her horn stopped working.

”THOU SHAL-“

“SHUT UP WOONA!” I said, falling back to the ground.

”WHAT DIDST THOU SAY’TH?!” She screamed, obviously getting her priorities straight.

“Okay boyo, you’re getting annoying.”

This time, Luna shouted so loud all that I could perceive was incomprehensible shrieking.

“...Fuckit,”

input>>nuke
unknown command

Worth a try.

input>>perm revoke megafone NPC.PrinLuna

"-ILL YOU TO DEATH--" her eyes widened, "WHAT DIDST THEE DO?!"

"WOULDN'T YOU JUST SHUT UP FOR ONE GODDAMN MINUTE!" I screamed.

"THY MOUTH HADST BEST BE WASHED OUT WITH SOAP, DEMON!"

FUCKIT.

input>>mute NPC.PrinLuna

"TRY ME BITCH."

Her mouth opened... and nothing happened. No sound. Sweet, blissful silence. I stared as she kept moving her mouth, unaware of what I had done. When she finally stopped being a motormouth, I asked,

"Are you done?"

THEN she started moving her mouth again, the dumb bitch. Just as before, nothing came out.

"Hey!"

She stopped and turned to look at me, finally realizing what I had done.

"How about shut up and pay attention for a minute, yeah?"

She gave me a death glare, which I ignored.

"I feel sorry for everyone else that's woken up post-mortem, you absolute ass. I mean seriously, this happens sometimes! It doesn't mean demons or liches or-or even the undead in general, you trigger-happy MORON. Hasn't your sister taught you anything? Do you know how to tie a shoe? Put on a helmet? Stop. TALKING?" She just kept sitting there, a strange glint in her eyes I hadn't noticed 'till now.

...

Imma quote her mother.

I turned away, closing my eyes, " 'tis disgraceful, unworthy of a princess and even more unworthy of the proper-bred alicorn brood."

Her pupils probably turned to pinpricks, that's always seemed like a really creepy thing to do if you ask me. Anyway, I decided to open my eyes and came face-to-chest with- guess who? Princess-fucking-Celestia.

"...Fuck me."

Author's Note

Important thing: He_Who_Waits is, emotionally and mentally (and soon, physically), a teenager, so expect her to swear like one.

Dynamic chapter numbers don't seem to work.