The Orphan of The Ark: A Biblical Story.

by hector dabullio

Rating: teen
Tags: Random, Crossover, Alternate Universe, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Scootaloo, Adventure, Science Fiction
Length: 1574

Scootaloo is an orphan, she lives in a cardboard box which is alive and transformed into the ark that's in the bible apparently, and this all takes place in a pocket dimension on the narrow dead end street she lives in.

Scootaloo is an orphan, she lives in a cardboard box which is alive and transformed into the ark that's in the bible apparently, and this all takes place in a pocket dimension on the narrow dead end street she lives in.

And now it is a very weird story about a galactic ark saving one of each creature in the galaxy from an eldritch horror known as the unknowing.

Published 2020-05-30 12:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-05-30 12:30:01 UTC

The great falling of Sars-Ali-Zars

Once Upon a time there was a orphan that lived in a box on a narrow side street between the bonbon confectionaries and the place where that mad scientist lives. It wasn't just any box she lived in however, it was the box she was born in, and if she has any say in it it will be the box she dies in.

On one cold stormy night as she could hear the ricketing of windows she could feel an enveloping warmth around her, this was not her comfortable box or so she thought. She could feel skin up against her, but when she turned her head all there was was her box.
She could still feel skin up against her pressing on all her sides, then the eye opened. It was very noticeably directly connected to the box, it could not have been a hole someone was peeking through as the lids of the eyes were distinctly cardboard as well. She was feeling skin up against her... And that's when she realized the skin was the cardboard.

She lifted the lid of the box above her and threw it far away from her hitting the dead end wall in the back of the corner street, she could here a wet splotch as juices sloshed around inside and the wall was covered in a sticky yellow oil. As she ran away it try'd to follow her calling to her "Where are you going, Why are you leaving me behind?

The thunder was going hard and the rain was strong and there was a wall of bones holding her in that seemed to grow like a plant before the exit held together by a dry black fluid. It seemed to spontaneously generate out of the stones directly at the end of the corner street. The skulls looked at her with elastic voids of creation and the raining became harder and harder.

The corner street flooded and she went up, up, and up. the walls expanded away in every direction and turned into a great barrier that could hold a dam, until these great walls were farther then the eyes can see and it was all a large ocean.

She was drowning, and sinking, and sinking, and sinking. She was being pulled by long rainbow tendrils into a pulsing oozing mass under the water. It was constantly changing, it looked like the cycle of life. Like watching a potato rotting away and being reborn unto the phoenix, and it burnt like the sun engulfed in the dark essence of the decay. And it eyes were looking, and they were seeing. So she was pulled down through the membrane surrounding it into the air below the waters, into the firmament below.
There was a great ship settling on the galaxy in the great sea of the great potato sun, it held all life under the whole of the galaxy, and it was her job to pilot this great ship and save one of each being from the great tearing of knowable things into a another form which they cannot inhabit.

And so Scootaloo piloted this great ship and flew out of the waters and into the sky, and from there away did she fly into the very heart of the sun. From whence she went away from this plane on a portal formed from the very unknowing out of the energy of that sun, and the sun could not know it and it died.

They flew into the darkness behind gods great eye, and came across the green beacon world that pulsed with electrifying hope like the pulse of the mighty pulsar. And on the green beacon world was Sars-Ali-Zars. Sars-Ali-Zars sat on a throne made from the remnants of dead stars on a kingdom of clouds made on the energies of the angel-beasts heartbeats. And the kingdoms pulsed with the quivering hearts of the great beasts of love, who felt such burden upon the dying of knowing and the creation of unknowing. And they hid away into one of the greater mountains atop a place farther then infinity in the fields of the energies of the electrification of hope, settled away in a pocket dimension where they can dare to hope.
And the kingdom of clouds was coming undone at the seams, it was falling apart with each Angel-Beast going so far away from the kingdom that the connection was failing and their heartbeats no longer powered the great flouting kingdom. And so it was that Sar-Ali-Zars fell down and down, down down to the ground, which never came. For he felt an electrifying hope and the ground flew away from him to infinity, but really he was in an infinite hole where everything around him was a wall, and the ground he was flying away from was disappearing beyond the horizon.

Sars-Ali-Zars experienced great blood loss, his face becoming dry and cracked. And the layers enwraping his skin began to peel off so that there were many skin tight suits made of skin, his skin, following behind him in his trail. And as he pealed off from himself he eventually hit the ground, and was engulfed by a great mountain that slowly settled on top of him made by these shedings. They would flow lightly down, swaying back and forth in the air like the seeds that spin away from the trees as of a helicopter with one blade, like a piece of paper. There were millions of empty faces staring back at him, they were tired faces. they were freeze frames of what he felt as his skin was pealing off, falling down over an infinite horizon, only alive by some form of hope. Yet it was an empty hope, and he fell asleep blanketed by great cascades of his skin. His blood seeping from his heads into the stars.

And so when the ship landed on this kingdom of Sars-Ali-Zars, atop this broken kingdom with no throne, they saw that the hope in this land was gone. But it was glowing somewhere did someone see, and so they saw a conspicuous hole in the ground that, never the less leads nowhere but the ground. And what they could feel, they could not reach, so they hid in the mountains above infinity where there was hope. And waited and wished to wait it out.

Infinity stacked on infinity, and the infinite path towards not just salvation, but advancement into a state of higher being as all should aspire to do. For if you do not advance you are in a static vacuum, and then you die.

They went up, into the mountains of the infinities, and see infinity they did not for they could not comprehend it. And infinity was not nearly so intrusive as to force itself upon them. when they reached the top of the mountains something seemed to switch in the geometry of being and they meet a new surface to climb, a surface that should not exist in their eyes for they could see it was impossible. But it was not intrusive and this infinity was a hope. This infinity wanted to see the great things that could be accomplished but never are.
And they went up this infinite mountain, which was a mountain stacked on mountains until it could not fit anymore mountains in the whole of the sky anymore, and then it was just more mountains, filling up the spaces that cannot be filled. For they are spaces that do not exist in the minds eye, yet in the eye of god and the eye of true creation there are mountains that move in the directions that do not exist. Moving upwards towards a single point to enlightenment, where they meet a great shining electrification of a greatness beyond compare. the greatness of mortal advancement met well and fair.

They went higher, and higher, and higher. And never did they stop. And it seemed as though they would never reach the top, but then they did. And they were in a great shining beacon, and then know they did indeed. Know things they did not know before so that the unknowing seemed a little smaller. And then they meet the Angel-Beasts and they went back down, and they felt a little fuller. And the second time around infinity felt a little smaller, but that just means there's a bigger infinity over the horizon they have not crossed.

They went down and boarded their ship and flew away. And the great Sars-Ali-Zars was engulfed in tiredness in his invisible hole, the light peaking above the darkness that he could not reach and just barely see beyond the great wall of decayed flesh engulfing him. The blood seeping out of his head without end, like a demon pulling on the casing of his skull, the red snakes pulled themselves out and slithered away.

Author's Note

How does it feel to die? that is what I wonder, Probably feels the same way it is that it feels before you are born. A great nothing, and not even. Because nothing is a designation for nothing, but it is not even so. It is such a low state you do not exist, and then you go back to that. Truly worse then any humanly pains, and you cannot know or feel it at all.