Chaos unBound?

by Jay Cruiz

Rating: mature
Tags: Other, Adventure, Sex, Discord, Princess Celestia, Human, Sad, Main 6, Princess Luna, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark
Length: 2181

What will you do when you bear the mark of Discord and are morally challenged?

I dont remember who I am.
Lord Discord calls me Omega.
I Bear his mark, I do his bidding.
My master is always right............but why does this feel so wrong?

This is the tale of Omega, transported to Equestria during Dischords first battle with the Godesses and during his second escape. Branded and Changed, he has taken the appearance of the fabled Slender Man, a simple terror to humans and Satan himself to ponies, only capable of much more destruction and terror in this world. Can he overcome his masters control and save himself and equestria?

This ends during the begining of season two, but starts one thousand years before.

Published 2012-08-20 12:44:01 UTC
Last updated 2017-01-13 08:51:36 UTC

Intro

If you were to ask me what my name was, I would say Omega. That's not the name I was born with, not that I can remember it at all, it's the name I was given.

Here I am stuck in this accursed form unable to return to my home and myself. I am around 8 feet 6 inches and are bound in a tuxedo made of pure darkened chaos. I am the bane of the light lovers but also their savior, I am Slender Man and Omega, though I have been know by many other names in the 1500 years I was a slave to chaos.

The thought of that brings a smile to my featureless face.

As I sit here in my prison under the Royal Castle, chained down for another thousand years more or less, I try to remember how this started.

This is the story of Discords Night, Omega, Slender Man, this is my story:

Chaos unBound?

The beginning

I stumble into my room at around 3 am. I'm wasted, completely drunk off my ass. I wobble into my room and collapse on my bed and fade into oblivion.

My slumber wasn't slumber... It was hell filled with a cold insane laugh.

I was in a hall a beautifull hall. But that changed when it spoke. A cold voice, the same cold calculating voice called to me.

"Omega, come I need you."

Tortured screams haunt the once melodious halls that were my dreams. I turn round and round searching for the source.

"WHO ARE YOU? LEAVE ME ALONE!" I shout.

The voice siply chuckles. "Oh, don't be like that little human. You are exactly what I need to win."

"Win? Win what?" I was starting to get nervous.

"This infernal war! Damned Alicorns keep trying to stop my powers from growing, but with you I will succeed in my conquest to spread Chaos and Disharmony all over this wretched place."

That was the last straw. Turning I began to run and run.

It laughed- truely laughed and it was the cackle of an insane man who knows no bounds, the laugh of a murderer who has just killed for the umpteenth time, the laugh of one who is truly lost and without reason. It was the laugh of pure madness. "That's right Human run and run. Only you will never be able to escape me..."

I am startled awake by the smell of smoke. I stand up and are immediately blinded by the flames.

"ARGH!" I cover my eyes and fall to my knees. "Oh god am I going to die?" I start to whimper, this causes me to inhale a bit of ash and that triggers a fit of coughing.

A chuckle comes out of the flames freezing my bones and solidifying my blood. I open my eyes and begin to look around wildly. It was the same laugh from the dream. THE SAME ONE! "W-where are you!? SHOW YOURSELF!" I yelled with more confidence than I actually had. The Voice just chuckled again.

That laugh........ It made my blood run cold. Thoughts of murder, fire, rape other unspeakable things flashed through my mind simultaneously.

"Good, good. You think like a minion to chaos already, I made the right choice." The sound of fingers snapping echos around and the fires die down, revealing a man in a brown suit. He Is looking down at his intertwined fingers but he slowly drags his face upward.

THOSE EYES!!!!

His eyes were yellow, like the sun, but they held none of its beauty. He had the eyes of a man who has been lost to insanity for a lifetime eternal. And they will haunt me forever. The fear hit me a spit second later, the fear of losing my sanity staring at this abomination of a human being. I tried to run but I found myself rooted to the spot. A smile slowly creeps across his face as he walks towards me. Each step was slow and calculating, as if he wanted to make me as terrified as possible and enjoy it for as long as he could.

he stops about a foot away and lifts his left hand.

His nails are like claws...

He raises his index finger and places it at the apex of my forehead. "Say good bye to your humanity Omega." With that he carved a sign into my face, it felt like a branding iron was attached to my skull and was slowly burning its way into my soul.

I screamed. I could feel something seeping into the wound, it was insubstantial but I felt it anyways, like a breeze. He lifts his finger and steps back. "Prepare yourself Omega, it shall get a lot worse! If you survive, you will know powers like never before. You will become a GOD!" He snaps his fingers and disappears, leaving a cold chuckle and me to this horrid fate.

I lay there on the cold floor screaming. I don't know how long its been, every moment has been wracked with unimaginable pain. I could feel myself changing. It was my legs at first, I could feel the bones in them lengthening, the muscle and sinew dissolving and reforming. I'm pretty sure that I am mute, my throat has started to bleed from my constant screaming. I black out. The blessed darkness holds me in a warm embrace, but that was shattered when my spine broke itself. My eyes fly open and I try to scream, but all that comes out is a gush of bright red blood.

Oh god, I'm going to die here. I don't even know where HERE is! I lay there, tears streaming down my blood soaked face and accepted my fate. I am about to die. The strange thing is, I was okay with it, I'd rather die than live another moment.

I smile and close my eyes.

My lungs stop working, I begin to suffocate.

My heart beats for the last time...........

Dying isn't that bad.....

I cease to live.

AN:

Hey I hope you guys like this first chapter of Chaos unBound? Now a fair warning, this is going to be updated at extremely random intervals, due to the fact that I want each chapter to be at least 10k in words. as for the number of chapters I am thinking about 4 or five, so  try to bear with me please.

One more thing credit for the pic goes to trojan-rabbit for the pics, stop by her page and give it a look yeah?

The Struggle

I sit up gasping, my heart hammering. "Holy shit! That was weird...." I look around and find myself back in my apartment. It was silent which made me assume my roommate was gone. Sighing I flop back onto my bed and reflect on that strange dream.

"That wasn't a dream......It was, IS real. This is just the first stop on this midnight train to chaos and madness."

I shot up and out of my bed looking around for the source of the voice. There is no one there.

"Where are you? What sort of bullshit is this!?" I was on my feet at that point, trying to compose myself as I ran out of my apartment.

"I am here," Discord appeared in front of me. "And over here and over there and lastly up there." With each word he appears in a new place. "I am everywhere and nowhere."

Fuck logic. I stare at him, eyes twitching. "H-How?"

"I am chaos incarnate...The laws of physics do not apply to me. So..." He looks at me, his eyes flashing. "As you would so eloquently put it reality is my bitch."  I was frozen, too terrified to move, i knew that i could not escape, especially if he could do that. His smile grew wider and wider as he appraised my terror. "Ah, i love that look on your face, such pure terror. Its so beautiful." With each word he stalked closer to me, until he was in my face. "And its oh so appealing."

I felt his breath on my face, hot and cold at the same time. His eyes sparkled with mirth and he moved closer, whispering. "I don't see why your scared, you will soon no longer be alive..." He smiled a gain and slowly faded away...

My body exploded into pain again, my eyes melting, reforming and melting again, and again, and again.

I could feel it, something crawling over me, in me. Like millions of worms writhing in a corpse, like oil sliding off the skin. It was horrifying. Nightmares were paradise compared to this. MY screams echoed around and came back even louder than they were released, mocking me. Laughing at me. Taunting me. I tried to escape, tried to move, tried to obtain some kind of release from this hell. I focused on that, through the pain all I saw myself running. And that is what I began to do, by sheer willpower I began to laboriously climb to my knees.

"Are you trying to escape?" It was Him. "I commend you but there is no running from this." He stomped on my back, making me slam back onto the ground, the sound of flesh smacking cement echoing around. HE laughed but I ignored him. I ignored the pain, the perverse nature of what was happening to me.

Burning. Tearing. Bleeding. Screaming. Laughing. Crying.

Each breath hurt. My lungs felt charred and burned. Each expansion of my chest sent bolts of agony throughout my system. Hands grasped my head and forced my eyes open.

"Look," the voice commanded me. "Look and see eternity." I saw everything. I mean EVERYTHING that has happened in the world. I was everywhere. I was every when. I was everyone. I was everything. I was Hitler. I was the 6 million Jews. I was JFK. I was Oswald as he aimed down the scope.

I felt my skin burn and blister as I felt flames licking on me as I burned at the stake. I could hear my own pain filled shrieks through my melted ears, could smell my own roasting flesh. I fell into a blissful oblivion, only to be tied up to a chair.

"Johnny, Johnny, tell Mister Fierro I have his money!" I heard myself scream.

"Mister Fierro don't care about the cash at this point. He just think you need to learn a lesson," Johnny- a rather broad and muscular gangster in black slacks and a white wife beater tucked into the seam of his pants- retorted. It sounded almost sincere, yet his Italian and Brooklyn mix of a voice was so dead. "However, since Mister Fierro don't really care about the money more than he does the lesson... He told us we could use your head as a message."

"A messag-" My head snapped to the side, caved in with a baseball bat. I heard a few things before I succumbed to my wound.

"It's too bad," Johnny said, his voice shaking. "I liked him Tony, he was a good kid."

"Yeah."

I felt hands reach up and began to claw at my face, their nails like burns searing into my flesh. Arms grasped my extremities and pulled. MY joints went out first, the tendons snapping and the muscle and sinew  tearing like wet fabric.  They broke of both my forearms and my humerus. The same thing happened with my legs. They began to pull and I felt all my bones shift and pull apart. Minuets? Seconds? Centuries? Moments later, they released my limbs allowing me to sigh with relief.

The hands returned moments later and I felt cloth being wrapped around me like a large robe. Once it settled on me properly it began to change, I could feel it tightening and splitting in some spots and fusing together in others. The crawling sensation stopped a moment later and I shuddered at the feeling and the smell. It was like being covered in moss. Moss that smelled of burnt flesh and rotting corpses. I puked. Hard.

I felt something wrench my head up and grab my lips and something stabbed into my upper lip, a quick lance of pain that made my destroyed eyes water. The same thing happened to my lower lip but this time I felt something slide through the hole and tighten, making it impossible to open that portion of my mouth. They're sewing my mouth closed!  More hands, more needles, poking around my gaping eye sockets. That same burning pulling sensation. All my orifices  were sewn shut.

I felt them slide something over my face, it felt like it may have been a baklava or some sort of full face mask. It bonded to my flesh with a horrifying sizzling sound, followed by the most excruciating pain I had ever felt. A lance of pure agony exploded in my skull, lighting my whole being with the force of it. I screamed. Laughter answered.

"The ascent to Godhood is painful, no?"