The things i do for love

A/N: just gonna say this right now, becasue it might seem like this, but this is NOT the end. not by a long shot. i still have quite a few things lined up for this story. Also, sorry for it being so short, it's really just a quick thing to let you know just how far gone everything is. Enjoy!

Alright everybody(or pony), Reason here. Yeah, I’m back, I know you‘re confused. He may have said I was dead, but I was just away for a while. I know when I‘m not wanted, or needed. When you give up on reason, you no longer need it, as I always say. Anyway, I’ll be taking over for right now because “I SAID SHUT THE FUCK UP SWIFT! HOW MANY TIMES DO I HAVE TO STAB YOU!”…. of obvious reasons, and because we don‘t want rage telling this story do we? I will still be referring to him in first person, as we are the same person. Alright? Alright. I’ve been in prison for almost six years now, and I’ve been in solitary for most of it. They stopped giving me cellmates after I ate the last one alive, since they don‘t really feed us that often. Gruesome business. “Dude, shut. The fuck. Up.”… as you can see, I’m slipping mentally, and physically. My muscles are degrading from lack of exercise, my teeth are rotting, and my hair is damn near white. My eyes are bloodshot, my nails are yellow and almost claws in their own right. I haven’t been fed in almost a week, as the guards are to scared to come near the cage they moved me to, and I have to drink what water sneaks through the cracks in the ceiling. I’m in a permanent solitary confinement. “Dude, I said to shut the FUCK UP!” hey, relax, I’m just telling your story. Jeez. “Well tell it somewhere else, alright? I’m not in the mood for this shit.” Alright. As I was saying, the dark of the prison has made me mostly blind, and if I don’t see the sunlight soon, I might not be able to see anything ever again.

“Rise and shine shit for brains, you’ve got a visitor.” came the familiar voice of a guard. God, this can’t end well.

“Christian? Is that you?” came a feminine voice.

“Who is it? I…. I can’t really see.” I said, strangely calm. The voice, though not very familiar, was…. Soothing. As the mare walked in front of the cage, the guard lit the torches, not helpin my vision all that much, in fact the sudden light blinded me for a moment, forcing me to close my eyes tightly. When I opened my eyes again, I could hazily see something pink.

“It’s me…. Pinkie…. Don’t you remember?” she asked.

“I.. don’t, actually, but…. I feel like I should.” I said. I may have forgotten to mention that my memory, having not been the best in the first place, was now all but gone, save for anything inside Hel. I couldn’t even remember why I was there. I knew nothing beyond the bars that held me. I heard light sobbing, and saw the hazy pink figure begin to leave. “No, wait… don’t go. Please… don’t leave me alone again. Don’t leave me with these voices… stay a while… Please?” I begged her. Nearly a year of isolation, and I was sick of myself, of the illusions my mind conjured. I needed something… someone, who was real. The sobbing was still there, but she stopped, and turned around. She sat down in front of my cage, her face close to the bars. If I was able to, I could have touched her… but I was to weak to even stand.

“Y-You promised me… we’d have a big party… W-With cake.. And streamers.. And drinks…” it was all coming back to me now.. At least my last conversation with her was.

“And candy…” I said in a hypnotized tone, my voice cracking from dehydration. The sobbing sounded a bit heavier now, but my vision was still blurred. “Why are you crying, Pinkie? Don’t be sad… everything will be.. Alright.” I said, saying the first thing that came to mind that might comfort her.

“T-That’s what you said six years ago! But… nothing’s the same without you around. I know you weren’t as happy after Dashie died, and you weren’t around all that much, but when you were, it was fun! I-I-I just want those days back.” she said, crying harder.

“Dashie? Who… who’s that? Is she… a friend of yours? She sounds… nice.” I said, closing my eyes for a moment. “I’m sorry for your loss.” I said, upon hearing more crying. I could hear each tear hit the stone floor.

“Sh-She was.. Don’t you remember? Don’t you remember anything?”

“I…. I don’t know. I try to think when the voices aren’t around, but when I do, I can only see… blood.. Stone walls.. This cage.. And angry voices. Not like yours at all.” I said, letting my head droop a little bit. “Do you think they’ll ever let me out of here? I hear the sunlight is wonderful. But the moon… it sounds so much better.”

“Y-You’ll get out of here someday… I promise. I-I’ll show you the sunlight.. And the moon, and the other great things out there.”

“I’d like that… promise you’ll show me?”

“Cross my heart…. Hope to fly… S-Stick a-a-a c-cupcake… in my eye.”