I, Me

It’s about 3 a.m., and virtually all of Ponyville is asleep—all of the town, except for one mare in particular. This nocturnal creature is a purple unicorn known as Twilight Sparkle, the local librarian. She spends most of her nights mindlessly browsing the Pony Internet; watching anime and searching for a reason not to commit suicide.

However, this night is different. Tonight, her suicide-daydreaming may become a reality. After all, for some elusive motive, there was an interdimensional accident involving the Spirit of Chaos, and the Mane 5 had to embark on yet another series of world-saving shenanigans. God, how much Twilight hate those attention-seeking hero-wannabes.

Canterlot, alongside other more populated urban centers, were evacuated so the dangerous matter can be dealt with; what occasioned a populational influx in the smaller towns like Ponyville. Both the ponies from the big metropolitan areas and the ones living in the more remote townships seized this opportunity to meet friends and family.

That’s not the case for Twilight.

She spent all day blasting loud death metal on her earbuds just so she could ignore the vibrant state Ponyville was currently in. And, when night fell, she could only think about abandoning the outside world once again—bliss. Ever since her scholarship on Celestia’s Private Magic School ended, and Twilight had to find a menial job somewhere cheap so she can avoid homelessness, that’s pretty much all she does.

As a filly, Twilight fantasized about having a grand poetic live—having adventures and experiencing the joys of friendship. But she never made an effort to be that outstanding; only quietly desiring that a group of special ponies would talk to her and initiate something, in spite of her social reclusion and obtuse nature.

While consuming off-brand alcoholic energy drinks, and picturing how intolerably lively and nightmarishly cheerful tomorrow will be for everyone else but her, an impulsive thought suddenly had taken over Twilight—she had to kill herself. The pain of loneliness and existential insignificance was too much to bear. Today is the night—and what a beautiful night to put this long-cherished action into fruition.

Twilight effortfully leaves her room, stumbling around the house in search of some kind of inspiration to fuel her suicidal planning. As if in a moment of ingenuity, she decides to concentrate all her magic power and cast it towards a mirror, so the resulting death ray would bounce back simulating a shotgun blast directly into her face.

“Take note, Spike. This idea is certain of bearing results!”

Twilight says to no one in particular—she sometimes fosters the fantasy of having a friendly helper named Spike, for some reason.

She proceeds to head towards the bathroom; ready to blow her brains out as a desperate last resort to put an end to her delusional suffering. While focusing her power, she remembers of all the missed opportunities and selfish life-choices which landed her in this situation. Twilight resists the nostalgic saudade that commonly precedes self-inflicted death, casting her seppuku spell in the spur of the moment.

A sudden change in air pressure, accompanied by a strident confluence of noise, takes place. Twilight, due to the intense shock inherent of the circumstances, falls to the ground.

But she still is conscious.

After crying silently for a while, covering her face in fear, the suicidal unicorn gets euphoric. “Wait… Why can I still think? Oh, no. Did I get isekai’ed to another world instead of dying? No, worse! I most likely became an all-powerful entity like Dr. Manhattan.”

Twilight’s crying intensifies, “No! That’s too much pressure! I just wanted to cease my existence, not to finally have my chance at a glorious, protagonist-like life. Oh, Celestia, now I fully realize the impractical foolishness of yarning for a special destiny; please take me back!”

Twilight feels a force moving her hooves away from her face—too scared to resist, she lets it happen. Amidst her blurry field of vision, she sees a figure standing in front of her. By the silhouette, it looked like an alicorn.

“Celestia, is that you? Did you come to me because I attempted the sin of taking my own life? I’m so sorry, Celestia! Please don’t turn me into a statue for your Blasphemy Garden! Please!”

“Hey, hey. Calm down,” said the mysterious pony. “I’m not Celestia at all. Are you alright? You almost hurt yourself back there.”

Twilight attempts to recompose herself, cleaning her eyes from the crying. By investigating the figure closer, she notices something mortifying—that weird silhouette was her. At least, it looked like her, but as an alicorn.

“Wah… Who-who are you?” asked Twilight, in a tense, barely audible voice.

Instantly prompted by the question, Alicorn Twilight replies enthusiastically, “Oh, I know what you’re thinking! ‘Oh, my Celestia, I can’t believe we really managed to perfect that dimension-hopping spell.’ Well, you better believe it, Me! We can finally explore the interdimensional cosmos, like we’ve always dreamed of doing!”

“Wait… Dimension-hopping spell?”

The social atmosphere gets a little awkward. “Yaeh, you know. The spell Celestia told was about when we were little? You know, the forbidden one?”

“Oh, Celestia never talked to me. She only assigned me some lessons from time to time,” Regular Twilight said, still relatively disinhibited thanks to the alcohol she took earlier.

The alicorn version of Twilight spaces out for a moment and looks around, noticing the deplorable state in which the bathroom found itself. She didn’t really seem too inclined to criticize it, since the mess was probably due to her dramatic entrance, but she couldn’t brush off the feeling of something being wrong with her alternate counterpart.

“Well… Were you trying to fix your bathroom by casting a spell or something back there? Because, you know, I don’t want to sound too equivocated, ha ha,” Alicorn Twilight laughs nervously, “But it seemed like you were attempting to… Kill yourself?”

“It’s all true!” Twilight stated, abruptly. “I am an absolute failure of a mare, so I decided to drink some Scotch, masturbate, and then kill myself, but I thought that cutting to the chase and simply committing suicide would be even classier. I mean, wouldn’t you have done the same? Ha! Ha! Ha, ha.. ha...”

“Oh… Well… I never really thought about such a thing before, to be honest…” Alicorn Twilight said, trying to play it cool in some way, as to make her alternate self feel less agitated, but not really able to navigate through the current situation.

“Ha, ha. It’s funny how shocked you are to hear this… I’m sorry if this sounds absurd to you… I have been living in a very miserable, deprived way these past few years, and all my pent-up frustration is spilling out due to all the alcohol I just drank… I’m really sorry,” offered Regular Twilight, in a drunk-induced emotional relapse.

“It’s ok, Me. I may not be able to fully relate to your circumstances, but I know how feeling alone and scared hurts. You know, it’s all about the connections we make in life, and I’m glad to have been able to realize this sooner than most thanks to my friends. Empathy is extremely important in cases like these, and I could provide you with lots of it,” initiated Alicorn Twilight, in an enthusiastic motivational speech, in hopes of tranquilizing the atmosphere.

Those words were powerful in their own way—they were developed through years of camaraderie and interpersonal trials, after all. They seemingly reached Regular Twilight’s dull heart for a moment, and she got up from the floor.

“That’s right, don’t let yourself get afraid or overwhelmed. I’m here for you—for you and for the entire multiverse, in fact,” added the incursing Twilight, in a contrived crescendo.

“You see, the interdimensional accident which has occurred in your universe may or may not destroy it entirely, so I’m here to observe such phenomenon. This world’s Mane 6 aren’t aware, but this event is a cosmic catalyst of sorts, and its containment will warp spacetime in such a way that it’ll create an… Artefact, lets call it… That will help me with a project I've been working on. When I’m done here, I can take you with me,” finished the alicorn.

“Wait… I may be way too high or something, but that didn’t sound right,” reacted Normal Twilight, confused. “Mane 6? But there are only 5 Elements of Harmony, r-right?...,” Twilight attempts to conclude her train of thought, but gets interrupted by a sudden urge to vomit, which she did cave in to.

Twilights’ fluids flow through her mouth, like a defective garden rose, spraying alcohol and semi-digested snacks all over the bathroom floor, what prompts her cross-dimensional counterpart to jump into the as to avoid the mess.

In this moment, an intense impact is felt throughout Ponyville, making Alicorn Twilight almost lose control of her flying. Regular Twilight, being unconscious, isn’t so lucky--she gets throw across the room; vomit smirking all over her.

Hovering in the air in an altitude which aligns to that of the windows, Alicorn Twilight is able to observe a thick cloud of what could only be described as solid chaos consuming the horizon and coming their way, destroying everything in its path.

“So, they failed to contain the Incident? So much for the power of friendship, I guess,” pondered Twilight. “Well, it doesn’t really matter; there are a myriad of other chances for me to put this idea in action. My patience will be rewarded, in the end, ha ha,” chuckled Twiligth wistfully, tangentially recalling her parents' lectures about structure and self-discipline.

Ever so meticulous, the unfazed alicorn redirect her attention to her pathetic alternate self. “It was probably her fault. For some reason, this timeline’s Twilight isn’t one of the Elements of Harmony. In any case, this was a fascinating first incursion, and I even got a new friend, huh,” contemplated Twilight, returning closer to the ground—now hovering next to her alternative version.

Alicorn Twilight pets her counterpart’s mane, completely dismissing her situation. “It is a very exhilarating experience to meet me, nonetheless. And, yaeh, I guess I can’t simply leave Me here,” muses Alicorn Twilight while concentrating her magical power.

Alicorn Twilight’s form becomes bigger, and her mane flows with an intense glow while her eyes shine a bright shade of purple. She turns into a sphere of energy, expanding in volume to the point of engulfing her other self’s body. The solid ball of purple energy then recedes in size, so much so it disappears from sight—almost like it simply left this universe’s backdoor exit.

There one less Equestria in the tapestry that is the multiverse.