Lemon Zest’s vision was getting hazy, as she was seeing a theme-park attraction of wonderland, seeing many props and distorted wonderland music. Then Lemon Zest started seeing things that were not supposed to be there.

As the car Lemon was in started moving through the attraction, the voice of Midnight Sparkle could be heard throughout the loud-speakers.

“I hope you’re enjoying this little ride as much as I am, Lemon,” Midnight said through the speakers. “Besides, isn’t this what you always wanted, to return to your world of wonderlands?”

“I hope you don’t mind the new toxin that I put in the ventilation of this place, it may just…clear your head,” Midnight stated as lemon saw the purple-colored gas coming out from the vents. “There is a thin line between reality and insanity.”

“This has gotten me thinking, did my life have any meaning at all,” Midnight said to herself. “Or is it, did your life ever have any meaning?”

“Nng, wait, I-I remember…” Lemon said before Midnight interrupted her.

“Remembering, oh no, I wouldn’t do that, remembering’s dangerous,” Midnight said. “I find memories of the past to be some of the many worrying and vile events in my messed-up head.”

“Relying on memories of the past is just so treacherous,” Midnight stated. “One moment, you’ll be lost in a carnival of delight, the laughter of children, the neon strobe lights of puberty, all of those sentimental candy bites or whatever they're called these days.”

“The next moment, those memories take you to places you don’t want to be,” Midnight said as her once-happy voice turned cold. “Somewhere dark and unforgiving, filled with the depressing shapes of things that you would want to forget, memories can be such dreadful and putrid little monsters…like toddlers maybe, hahahahahahahaaa!”

“What I’m trying to say is, do we have to rely on rationality to get on with our lives,” Midnight said. “Or…could it be that being rational is basically…a crutch so that all those big wigs can keep us, little people, in check.”

“I mean we don’t have to be shackled by the chains of rational thinking,” Midnight said. “Perhaps, allowing ourselves to finally break out from those shackles and succumb to the world’s madness will allow our eyes to finally open and see the world for what it truly is.”

“Life is just full of many tiny torments, each with their shapes, sizes, and flavors,” Midnight said as Lemon saw a hallucination of her father say. “Wouldn’t you say, Lemon?”

Lemon was starting to burst into tears, as her sane mind was starting to crack. “Daddy, I’m sorry, I should’ve done my music practice instead of reading those books, please don’t punish me anymore, I’m sorry.”

“Oh, so you have daddy issues, eh,” Midnight said as she snickered in delight. “Heh heh, well who doesn’t, fathers make perfect tormentors, do those chores, wash those dishes, order those beers, clean those messes.”

“All it takes are way too many demands to make the crazy train start rolling,” Midnight said as she thought back to the beginnings of her madness. “All it takes is one rotten day, to turn a normal person of high society… INTO A MONSTER!”

“Well, in my definition, a rotten day and a chemical bath,” Midnight said as she started laughing maniacally.

Midnight Sparkle was waiting at the end of the ride when the car Lemon was in appeared from the doors at the end.

“So Lemon, I going to need your honest opinion, how did you like this little lunacy ride I put together,” Midnight asked.

Lemon Zest was curled up in a ball, shaking and trembling uncontrollably.

“Hello knock-knock, anyone home,” Midnight said as she tapped on Lemon’s head. “Oh, don’t tell me your mind has broken already!”

“Wh-Why,” Lemon pleaded.

“Oh, so you still have some sanity left in you,” Midnight said in astonishment. “I’m quite impressed by that; I thought my new insanity toxin would’ve broken your mind completely.”

“Why are y-you doing this,” Lemon Zest asked in fright.

“First of all, revenge, obviously,” Midnight said.

“Second of all…To prove a point,” Midnight said in a sinister voice. “Here’s to madness.

Midnight then gave Lemon a green Top Hat, similar to the hat the Mad Hatter from the wonderland books had worn.

“Have this hat, you’ve earned it, my little Mad Hatter,” Midnight said as Lemon put the hat on her head. “Now, to finish your mid-term madness exam, I’ve brought someone very special for you to see again.”

Midnight then opened the green curtain in front of Lemon, revealing it to be her father.
“Lemon Zest is that you,” Lemon’s father said as he saw his daughter sitting on the ground.

Midnight then handed Lemon Zest a kitchen knife and said, “You know you want to.”

“Y-Yes,” Lemon said as the toxin in her body was starting to diminish the last ounces of sanity left in her.

“C’mon Lemon, let yourself be free of your shackles,” Midnight whispered in Lemon Zest’s ear. “Time to join the club.”

Daydreamer, using her rocket-powered wings, was flying toward the abandoned Canterlot Amusement Park, the last location where Lemon Zest was found at.

“Oh, Lemon, please be all right,” Daydreamer said as she was about to touch down. “Maybe Midnight is still there.”

When Daydreamer arrived, she saw that Midnight Sparkle and her goons were long gone.

“Damn it,” Daydreamer said. “I was too late.”

Then Daydreamer heard movement to her right.

“Lemon Zest is that you,” Daydreamer said as she ran to the location of where the sound was coming from.

Daydreamer’s blood ran cold as she saw the lifeless body of Lemon Zest’s father, who had 18 stab wounds on his chest and arms.

Then Daydreamer heard a voice from behind her, “Where is my Alice, she is late for tea.”

Daydreamer turned around to see Lemon Zest, with blood all over her.

“Lemon Zest are you ok,” Daydreamer said as she tried to remove Lemon’s hat.

“NO,” Lemon screamed as she swatted Daydreamer’s hand away. “IT’S MY HAT, MINE! YOU CAN’T HAVE MY HAT!”

Daydreamer could only watch as Lemon started rocking back and forth, giggling manically, and rambling on asking where her Alice was.

The Police were soon called, and they quickly took her away to the Canterlot Home for the Criminally Insane.

“What the hell happened in there,” Commissioner Soarin asked. “What was Midnight trying to accomplish by driving that poor girl to absolute madness?!”

“This is a message meant for me,” Daydreamer replied to Soarin. “Midnight’s trying to tell me that she doesn’t have to kill to leave scars on people, she’s trying to tell me that there are fates crueler than death.”

Midnight was watching by the sidelines on a helicopter as she was marking Lemon Zest’s name off of a list in her hand, Indigo Zap’s name was already marked off.

Midnight then looked at Sour Sweet’s name, meaning that Sour Sweet was next on her list.

“All right Sour Sweet, when I’m done with you, the people in this city are going to see how much of a Two-face you are,” Midnight said, letting out a Maniacal laugh as she flew away.

(Will continue in Chapter 3: The Two-Faced Trial, Sour Sweet’s Binary Breakdown).

Author's Note

Hello everyone, This is Grand-Galvatron, and I am really happy to be continuing this fic again. Don't worry it's not dead.

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