Author's Note

Right. Second Fanfic. Even though the first one just came out. If you didn’t understand the chapter’s ending, don’t worry, it will get more clearer as the chapters go by.

I would like to say a quick but meaningful thank you for the people that read my first fanfic. It was scary, posting stuff that I created, hoping it would be acceptable in society. But now, seeing how much love I got from the first one, I appreciate it a lot.

Who liked it, thank you.

Who disliked it, thank you. No sarcasm intended.

See y’all in the next chapter.

Hostile

For a moment, everything was dark.

There was nothing in line of sight. Everything was supposedly pitch black, with Sunset floating about in it. She glanced around, trying to find something that was actually matter, but there was nothing. No shelf, no books, no cellphone, no nothing. Of course, after a short while, she tried to make sense of it.

‘How did I get here?,’ she asked herself. Admittedly, the last thing she remembered was having a splendid time with SciTwi and the rest of the Rainbooms, laughing and joking about in front of the portal leading to Equestria. Nothing less, nothing more. But before she could even think further, a voice, oddly familiar to her whisper to her ears.

“This, Sunset, is the realm of your mind.”

This, of course, made her jump. She looks behind to see the potential threat. Her hands were folded up, kung fu style, with her body making a striking position, ready to fight. Turns out all that was was Applejack, with her head gazing down to her feet. This, in turn, made her face unable to be seen to others. Sunset lowers her guard, only to chuckle and smile over towards her. For a second, she thought Applejack would respond, but she doesn’t. All she does was stare at the ground, even if there was a ground to begin with.

“Applejack, you okay?”

Silence.

Applejack doesn’t give a damn, as she continues to look down. This, got Sunset concerned. Immediately, she rests her hand on Applejack’s cold shoulder, asking her the previous question, only with a more moderate and deep voice.

“Applejack. Are you okay?”

This time, she does react. She gives out a grin, and soon after, a chuckle, and afterwards, a laugh. It got louder and louder by the second, so loud Sunset had to cover both of her ears, taking her arms away from her friend’s shoulder.

“Fool.” Applejack says, whilst launching her gaze upwards. Sunset, without purpose, looked over at Applejack’s face, and immediately, she noticed the differences. Her face was way darker than it should have, being the white girl she is. Not only that, her eyes were somewhat neon green, emitting a radiating light. Her eye lashes were the same colour, but shaped more violent and dangerous.

It’s like Sunset has seen this before.

She know she has.

After a moment, she realized.

Midnight.

“Just what did you do to her!?”

“Oh, nothing to worry, Sunset. I simply took her body.”

Her words made Sunset pissed. She forcefully released a sudden burst of energy, as her jacket and emblem shirt begin to transform into a ball gown, her hair shooting upwards, resembling a fire of somekind. Wings suddenly began appearing from her back, same goes for the horn. She wasn’t surprised by this formation. It was like it was her doing.

Her doing to defeat Midnight. Again.

“Leave my friend alone. Now.” Her hands began to form a ball of some sort, in full fledged yellow colour. She was about to get ready to blast Midnight to oblivion, but she had the tendency to speak up.

“Now, now, Sunset. You don’t want your precious friend here to die by your hands, isn’t it?”

Sunset hesitates. Even though she doesn’t want to hear a word that Midnight says, it is still true. If she’s going to hurt Midnight, she’s hurting Applejack. After a moment, her magic suddenly fades away, and just like that, her transformation is gone. Midinight gives a grin towards Sunset, certainly interested.

“That’s more like it.”

All that Sunset did was look down, trying to conceal her face. It’s like she doesn’t know what to do. Either to face her best friend or avoid her worst enemy. To be happy or sad, or desperate, or lust, or, well, anything. Midnight, for one, doesn’t care.

“How about we change the setting here. That way this can go down way easier.”

Snap.

Suddenly the empty void that Sunset and Midnight were floating around was gone, filled with the scene of the school. Sunset was quite shocked about it, and took a few more glances. For somewhat reason, everything is grey, like a 90’s show. But something was off, and Sunset noticed it right off the get go.

It’s their picnic.

Over at the staute, stands her friends, frozen in action, or possibly time itself. All of them were there. RD, Fluttershy, Rarity, Pinkie Pie, and...

Twilight?

Wait. That couldn’t have made any sense. Twilight is Midnight. How did they become seperate entities?

‘How did she escape her?’, she said in her mind, as she stares at her actionless friends, in full display. The longer she stares, the more it gets creepier. Just the thought of somebody this powerful, able to stop time, doing anything they want, without any restrictions, is substantially cold hearted.

‘But then, why didn’t she use it during our fight?’

“That’s because, Sunset, like I said. This is the realm of your mind.”

Midnight stops for a moment, before continuing.

“I can do anything here. In more ways than you can ever dream of! Afterall, I was a part of Twilight’s consciousness. Of course I had this ability. Sure, I cannot harm you, but that’s just minimum to what I can achieve here.”

That’s when it hits Sunset.

“Then, this is just....”

“A dream.”

Midnight gives Sunset a little smirk, as both of them made eye contact, with Sunset’s way more ferocious and fierce looking. While Midnight, on the other hand, non caring and minuscule in intensity. She gives Sunset a quick laugh and cuts her gaze, walking slowly towards the Rainbooms.

“Took you long enough.” she says, before she was face first with RD, who was still frozen, not even reacting to a thing. Even, the presence of Midnight right in front of her. She gives the emotionless girl a quick smirk, before Sunset interrupts her.

“Don’t. You. Dare. Touch. My. Friends.”

“What’s the matter, Sunset? I am your friend after all.” she says, all while exclaiming her use of Applejack’s body.

“Liar.”

For a second, Midnight doesn’t respond, but she did afterwards.

“You know, I never really liked Applejack to begin with. I have to admit, she is nice, but white doesn’t suit me.”

She continues.

“Get ready to catch, Sunset.”

Snap.

Suddenly, Applejack’s eyes turns to normal, as she quickly falls to the ground of grey, all in a lymphatic motion. Sunset did manage to get her in time, but she was the one left hurt. Applejack was, unconscious. She did try to wake her up, shaking her and screaming her name, but it was no use. She just wouldn’t wake.

Until, for some reason, Sunset dropped a tear.

It wasn’t on purpose, but it felt like she just expressed her feelings, despite it being her body’s work. In a way, seeing her friends, helpless in time being frozen, Applejack being controlled by her worst enemy yet, and not to mention her plan to almost kill her, broke her. Not only that, but she felt, good. Good to express out. Good to break free from closing her feelings.

Good to raze the barrier she built herself.

She began to cry, more and more, each second getting louder and louder, as she looks down over Applejack.

She whispers to her unconscious friend.

“Forgive me.”

Midnight quickly interupts this.

“Now, Sunset, allow me to explain the real reason I’m here.”

Snap.

Suddenly, Sunset was sitting up straight, with her arms, legs, and her general body, moving on it’s own. She tried to fight it, but it was no use. Soon enough, she was stuck, unable to sit back down, unable to get Applejack, unable to do anything, really. Sure, she could jitter here and there, but mostly is limited. She was staring to Midnight and her 4 other friends. Surprisingly enough, Sunset could speak.

“Don’t you dare touch them! You bastard!!”

“Oh, Sunset. You naive little filly. You can’t even do anything if I did.”

In a way, Midnight was right. She was constrained in her invisible chain, forced to watch her and her friends. Even if she did somethin to them, Sunset was useless. All she could do was watch, and speak. Midnight gives Sunset a huge laugh, as her hands became like Daydream’s before. Soon enough, she was practically holding a ball of concentrated death. She smirks and looks over to Sunset.

Only for a question to pop up from her mouth.

“Now, Sunset, who should I kill first?”