925 days. That's about 132 weeks. About 24 months. 2 whole years. A foal born by the start would be grown and running about, without a care in the word.
But foals aren't perfect. Stallions aren't. Mares aren't. No creature is.
But this is.
This glorious machine, with enough pwer to preform the most advanced of operations. It can fix the flaws in us, become better. Change Equestria. The world. Then people would see me for who I am.
You aren't even a good person. You are an idiot. No creature wants you. Not Apple Bloom, rubbing up on Tender. Not Sweetie, who wants you to rot away. Not Rumble, who left you for Scootaloo. No creature wants you. That's what they say behind you, Button. Do you think any creature likes you?
It's the anger of what they did to me. That wants me to fix it all.
Sweetie didn't like you at all. She didn't. Apple Bloom didn't either. You destoyed it all, idiot.
I hate what they said. That's why this will be perfect.
Rumble is right. Your good for nothing. You caused Snips and Snails to leave you guys. You caused Scootaloo to reject him. You are a problem. You're why he hates you. You need help.
The machine is almost up. It needs to work.
Do you think Apple Bloom would really like you? After what you did to Sweetie? Are you insane?
For my honor.
She never liked you.
To prove them wrong. That I can do it.
This is why the teachers don't like you. Because of the crap you have them go through. You waste of space.
It's almost done. I put on the helmet.
Apple Bloom comes in. Right on time.
"Button. Don't do it!" She says. Like she knows what to do. I pity her. I pity them all.
"What do you want?" When she sees this, maybe it will show her that Tender isn't so good after all. That I was meant to be with her.
You are a joke, and nothing more than one.
"Button, Tender might like to do all of these robotics in his spare time, but even a mare like me knows that this is insane!" She's yelling. She looks like she's about to cry.
"This is my masterpiece. My future. My life!" I'm one step to becoming the most revered pony in Equestria. Soon, they will all see me as something more.
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"Button, I can get Sweetie here. I know that you two-" I cut her off with a sound that is a mix between a laugh and maybe a yell.
"Do you think that she wants to see me anymore? Stupid, Button Mash?" Names can hurt sometimes.
Remember what she called you. "Stupid Button". She was happy that you left.
"She doesn't hate you, she just can be... Passionate sometimes." She tries to respond.
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"What about you? Why did you stop talking to me, then?" She's wasting her time.
"I tried to tell you, I was out of town. Tender and I-" I interupt her lame excuse.
"Were making out again? Like every time I invited you over?" She can't stop this.
He told you before, "Never try that again. Apple Bloom is my girl, you big f*cking looser. Got that?" He burned you.
"Button, you have to let go of the past. We are together, because I love him." Like she can tell me what love is.
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"How about Rumble then, huh? A fake friend that left me. Who left me to die?" She's a traitor to me. To let Rumble do this with me, and still be friends with Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle?
Rumble said, "You need help. You are not alright. You should just end it." He left me to weep, for myself. All alone.
These thoughts in my head. They course through my blood. Ready for action.
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"Rumble isn't good, but he just is a little extreme. Don't listen to them, listen to me." She tries to talk, but I get up.
My lab coat wraps around me. Security from the unknown. Pure white, yet the coat has seen some things that shouldn't be seen.
"Aplle Bloom, listen. This machine, the FG-13 will change everything. Soon, fiction will become fact. It can create a world for us to live in. A world where we're together."
She shutters. "Button, I like you, but..."
I know it. " Maybe not in this worls, but maybe another. That I will go to. I can be far away. Live in that world. And finally be happy for once." She's taken aback by the sound of my cry. For a better life.
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"Button, I know that life has been hard, but can't you find another person? Maybe I can get you with.." No barganing. I don't want her to bargain.
"Apple Bloom. I only want you, no creature else. No creature in the multiverse. I only want you. You are everything that this machine is for."
She's starting to get angry now. "Button. You can't do this. This is maybe why people told me not to come here. That you were crazy. Maybe you really are."
Those words cause me to turn. Turn away from the past, and towards the future.
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"I didn't mean that! I'm sorry!" That doesn't phase me, because all I see is the lights of the machine.
FIRST TEST SUCCESFUL. SECOND TEST COMMENCING.
The future is here.
This is what you were meant for. Prove them wrong.
Impossible.
SECOND TEST FAILED. RESULT: MACHINE CIRCUTS ARE SHUT DOWN. FURTHER INVESTIGATION NEEDED BY PONY PROBE.
I look back. She is speechless.
My eyes water up. My muscles are shaking. This is impossible.
They were right, you are a failure.
She looks at me. "Button, I-"
I look at her. "Sometimes, we loose to much to handle it."
In my desk, there is a pistol. A praculiar object. Stalliongrad made. Has the Stalliongrad Ammunition plant brand on it. A Torkovka-34. I put it to my skull.
"Button, dont!" She cries, in desperation.
I reach for it. Do it.
I pull the trigger.
The bullet flies through my skull. I see life. The solution. The multiple universes. Colors. Beauty. Life. Death. My soul flies out. And now I see everything.
Applebloom is crying over my body, a body with a white lab coat turned bloody.
I see Sweetie Belle, with her husband. She's happy, with her sister. She couldn't care for me. I knew that Apple Bloom could never get her here. Never.
Rumble, with his mates. They are playing something. Some game that I want to play. But I know that playing with them isn't everything.
Snipps, Snails. Having their own game. Something that Rumble and I was a part of. Until they left.
And Tender Tapps. "When is she going to be home?" He murmurs. "At least we can have some more fun..." I hear upsatirs.
I'll be damned. It's Scootaloo.
With Tender.
He smiles, as he goes upstairs with her. And all I see is Apple Bloom, crying over my body.
Well, at least one person cares for you.
Thanks, myself. Thanks for killing me.
Was it worth it?
The machine is deactivated. Nobody will touch it now. But I hope nobody does.
I don't want another person to end up like me.
925 days. To see how much of an impact I really did make.
925 days.
Author's Note
Quick story, really short. I hope you liked it.