Rewrite the Stars

It was easy for Blueblood to get lost in his thoughts, sitting in his sanctioned room, he casually polished a tip of what appeared to be a red curved spike with a handkerchief. His blue eyes almost in a trance and hummed a senseless song to himself. Easy how one can bond over what looked like an ordinary object.

But that curved red spike wasn’t just ordinary. It was the prince’s prized possession. One his beloved aunts try and keep him away from, a key to his past, so to speak.

Sadly, they didn’t look far into the winter hellscape outside of the Crystal Empire to collect it.

“What do you mean he’s busy?!” Blueblood tried to ignore the nagging gnat that was outside of the door. Surely his guards on post would handle him.

“I need to speak to Victor, step aside at once!” Neighsay barked at the guards. But they stay put, guarding the room.

Eventually, Blueblood sighed, taking his prized object and placed it back in it’s carrying case, inside lined with black velvet and a pillow so it could sit comfortably. He placed it in a safe, locking it before clearing his throat.

He walked over to the door and opened it up. “It’s alright, gentle-colts, let the Counselor pass.”

“Yes, your highness,” one of the guards said as they moved aside.

Neighsay huffed as he stormed in, brushing the prince aside as he went in.

“What insect has crawled up your fanny, my old boy?” Blueblood asked as he rubbed the wrinkle off his shoulder and closed the door.

“These appalled videos your media department created are not getting anywhere.” The elder unicorn snarled, turning around and pointed at the prince. “You said after I gave you my information in regards to these humans that the videos would make Celestia remove them. All the videos are causing is confusion, they know that those videos were fake!”

“Have you ever heard of the phrase patience is a virtue?” Blueblood asked with a hum as he walked back to his desk and sat down on his chair. “Turning the public’s point of view takes time, truly a work of art.. Yes, my people may not be the best cinematographers, but all will come to pass soon enough. A part of the grand design, as you were to say.”

“What grand design? I gave you my research, the last of my contacts to help you, and all you produced were f-rated snuff films! I said I wanted a peaceful, political way to get rid of the humans, instead of creating grossest fetishes bloody loners jerk off to!”

Blueblood gave the old unicorn a look, his royal blue eyes darkened. “You may see this as a failure, but it's actually all going according to plan.” he said as he placed his elbows on the surface of the desk and interlocking his fingers. Continuing his staredown at the stallion.

“What plan? You were never forefront of exposing your plans to me.”

“To cause confusion, chaos. In all honesty, Aunt Celestia isn’t going to turn her back on the humans by peaceful protests and senseless politics.” Blueblood said as he stood up. “Follow me.” he said before leading the unicorn out.

As soon as he stepped out, the white dress mare approached Blueblood, practically running into his arms.

“Oh daddy!” she cooed, cuddling up to him. “The other girls are being mean to me!”

“Dazzle, sweetie, daddy is having a meeting,” Blueblood said, stroking her hair. “How about you come with us? Will that make you feel better?”

“Oh please…”

The chancellor rolled his eyes, dreading the fact that one of Blueblood’s whores was going to attend with them.

“I’ll talk to the others later,” he gives Dazzle a kiss before slipping a hand over her waist and lead Neighsay down the hall.

The prince lead them towards what appeared to be an observation room, filled with a control board and a pegasus in a white coat working on them.

“What is this?” Neighsay asked the prince.

“A viewing room of sorts.”

“Viewing for what?”

He walked over to the dark glass that hung on the wall. “Some humans are foul creatures, but sadly, the majority have goodness in them. So…” with a subtle nod to the pegasus, she lit up the dark glass.

There were several humans, young, old, twenty at least, mindlessly walked around the room. Dressed in white clothes, slightly thin. Their eyes were sunken from lack of sleep, the light in their eyes dulled.

“What is all of this?” Neighsay asked him, mouth gaping slightly as he approached them.

“An experiment I’m about to release. All but a certain couple of humans that have what is called Mother Cells - magic doesn’t affect them the same, sadly enough.”

Neighsay narrowed his eyes at them before his eyes widened. “They...they’re mind-controlled….”