Abandonment Issues

by Befallen Tragedy

Rating: everyone
Tags: Sad
Length: 2557

Abandoned, a little creation of chaos looks to the future.

Abandoned in the Badlands after Discord's fall, a byproduct of the chaos wonders why he left her here for all those years.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2013-05-04 20:52:29 UTC

Mad World

In a brilliant, beautiful, chaotic blast of magic, a new being was born. It was of Discord's own design, so it was elegant, simple, and utterly terrifying....well...at least it would be when it grew up. For now it was just a small black filly resting on the ground.

Even he had to admit that she was adorable: Her sleek black shell, her sea green mane and tail, the little fangs in her mouth. The apex parasite that he created, and he made her just because he could.

"Wake up, little one." The mismatched deity called quietly to his sleeping monstrosity. The little ball of black did little than squirm, after a second thought, he decided that was a good thing, he wasn't done yet. He needed to make her more....gross. Yes, that was the word. Gross. With a snap of his giant lion paw his creation was given a horn and two fluffy pegasus wings, after all she needed to be equipped to terrify ponies of all species. Something was off though, the fluffy wings didn't look right. Discord crossed his arms and nodded his head, changing her wings into something more insect like, ponies hated big bugs. But...she still looked cute, something needed to be done about that, the God of Chaos closed his eyes and wiggled his nose, holes appeared in his creation's legs and horn, it made her look like she was evil, or at least sinister. "Now, you may wake up."

He was sure to keep his voice calm. He couldn't control the little one's reaction, so he had to be as clam as possible. He was rewarded with her tiny head uncurling and her shiny body stretching out. What sounded like a tiny yawn came from her mouth.

"Why, hello there." The green maned head was brought about to look up at him, reptilian eyes looked at him curiously. "Well? Go ahead, speak."

"H-Hi..?" Her squeaky voice came out, unpracticed, unsure.

"There we are!" His wings flapped once and he hovered above her. "Good to know this time you can actually talk.." His mind was drawn back to previous....experiments. Chimeras, Manticores...a quick shake of his horned head drove those thoughts away.

"Wh-Who are you..?" The little filly, he decided to call her that because her appearance was Equine in nature, stood on her shaky legs and backed away from him.

"Who am I? Who am I?" he put his eagle claw to his chest in mock hurt. "Why, don't you recognize your dear old daddy Discord?"

"D-Daddy Discord..?" She shrunk back further. Discord just facepalmed.

"Right, Daddy. Discord. I'm your dad, you're my daughter. I take care of you, you follow my every word...at least I think that's how parenting works...." he tapped his chin once, then decided he didn't care what others thought a good parenting strategy was. He was Discord. It didn't matter what others thought.

"O-Okay..." She stood up straight, a little more comfortable now. "If you're Discord....who am I..?"

"Hmm...I actually haven't thought of that." He tapped his chin. "I'll come up with one later, for now, I have something very important to give you.." The little filly's eyes lit up, she smiled at the prospect of a present like any other child would. "The gift...of magic.." He opened his giant lion paw, a pulsing green blob of magic sat in it. He had taken awhile...well..what seemed like awhile in his head. It was really only a few minutes to create the right set of powers.

"Ooh." Her shiny, hole filled hoof reached out to it. Discord let her. When she made contact with it, it seemed to seep into her body, binding to her very soul. It reminded Discord of back when the world was new, when he and the royal pony annoyances got their powers. Such a pure and innocent thing....just waiting to be corrupted by the world. But that's why she was made, not to be corrupted, but to corrupt further. It was his job to do so, and now it was also hers.

"DISCORD!"

The call rang out all through Equestria, right from the top of Mt.Canterlot itself. Celestia was ready to challenge him once more, and he was ready to show her why he was called a God again. He turned his gaze back to the filly, who had taken residence under his tail to hide from the loud sound. What could he do with her? He couldn't just leave her in this cave of his, no. That's not proper. He would give her a home that he would bend the very laws of reality so she could thrive in it.

So, he picked her up, and with a snap of his talons they were away. Where they reappeared was a little slice of heaven that he was going to turn into his kingdom once he was done with Celestia, the ponies called it the Badlands. It was bleak, orange colored rocks and sand, barely any life could sustain itself. It was a hostile environment....a perfect place to raise a little filly!

He sat her down.

"Now...uh.." He still hadn't given her a name. "You. I need to go teach a very annoying pony a lesson, now I'll be back shortly, trust me." He patted her head with his lion paw, which earned him a nuzzle in return, and off he went to deal with Celestia.

The little filly plopped down and waited.....and waited...and waited...and waited. Night came, and her daddy didn't return. The sun rose, and still her daddy didn't return. She was getting worried, he did say he was going to be right back...and he promised! That meant he had to come back!

Later that day, her stomach growled. She was hungry, and her daddy hadn't returned to feed her, so she set off in the dusty place he left her in to look for food. Sure, she saw a few scraggly looking bushes and some beautiful flowers, she tried one, but decided they were yucky. Then she saw it.

The Biggest

Most Ginormous

Most delicious looking family of furry creatures she'd ever seen. They were small, they had floppy ears, little ball looking tails, and big feet. She wasn't sure what to call them, but they looked appetizing. Two of them were chewing on some desert grass, she crouched far away from them, watching them. When they moved, so did she. She followed them to a small hole in the ground where they went in. She looked in and only saw darkness.

"Aww.." her stomach growled at her hungrily. She was really looking forward to the little creatures, so she sat right above the hole and waited. She was good at waiting now, she'd done it for her whole life at this point. Her tail whipped back and forth behind her in anticipation for her meal.

Her green eyes focused on the entrance until finally a head poked out. She quickly reached out and grabbed it, its head slipping in one of the holes in her leg. It squirmed and squeaked, trying to get out, but she had it now. She bared her fangs in a wicked smile, she was hungry. But before she could take a bite, her horn started glowing, she wasn't even aware she had a horn!

A stream of green magic connected with the small creature she was holding, she could feel its life dwindling, but also her stomach filling. She felt considerably less hungry, but also a lot more tired. The shriveled corpse in her hoof fell into the dust, and so did she. A little filly needed her sleep, she was no exception. As she drifted off, she had thoughts of her daddy coming back and them forming a happy family together.

There she would wait...wait for her father to come back and rescue her.

The Statue Of A Fool

Cadence stalked through the gardens of Canterlot. Well, it wasn't actually Cadence, it was a creature wearing the alicorn princess' skin. Every once in a while her purple eyes would flash their natural green, signifying her annoyance or frustration. She was prowling the lush green fields for a specific purpose...to find a statue that owed her a thing or two.

Said statue wasn't always a statue, once upon a thousand years ago the stone was flesh and it's magic was very dangerous. In fact, the creature fashioned her....then left her in the desert to suffer! Even when he was freed those many months ago, he did not come to her, he simply cavorted about with some fillies, creating new playthings so he could leave them behind.

Just the thought of him enraged her.

Sure, after he left her in the desert...starving, alone, forgotten, she had survived. But that did not excuse him from what he  had done...created her, and left her. You can't just make a being and leave them! That's not how the world works! Or...at least that's how she felt...

Ever since that day he left her, she felt this undeniable, unquenchable rage deep down. It poisoned her heart, her very soul...it hurt her as well, knowing that someone who promised her a good life, care, and a life where she didn't have to fight for survival...but no. That's not how it went.

After exhausting her food sources in the desert, she moved on. She traversed the great sand pit until she found a little settlement on the edge of her home. It had maybe twenty ponies tops...and it was filled with the life force she so desperately needed to survive.

She still remembered her first pony, a little filly by the name of Rose Petal. One night, when the filly was going out to the barn she dragged her into the darkness and drank the little pony dry. Then...something odd happened, her magic flared and she assumed the shape of the filly. She could blend in...she could feed freely.

But, over the next week she learned that life force is given freely if it's from someone they love. It was hard for her to drain them, she didn't want to. For the first time in her miserable life she had a father that loved and cared for her, a mother who just wanted the best for her. But she couldn't stay, her mind wouldn't let her. She had to search for her true father, she had to find him and make him pay.

So she moved on, from town to town, draining whoever would cross her path. Usually families, though. She hated how somepony had something she did not. Why did they get a father that didn't abandon them? Why did they get nice houses with plenty of food? It wasn't fair!

Of course, her movements were documented by the government. Whole families dying was not a common thing...so she was hunted. She was hunted back to the Badlands, back to her unfortunate tomb. The ponies would not follow her, they were too scared to. But she still needed someone to protect her.

That's when she found them. Little beetles that made towering hives in the desert rock. Tiny little things with gleaming black shells, glowing blue eyes, and translucent wings. In a way, they looked a little like her, but smaller and actual insects. Immediately she grew found of the little bugs, and over time she used her magic to shape them.

It took her centuries upon centuries, subtly manipulating the very genetic structure of eggs and mothers to finally realize the bugs' full potential. But when all of her hard work was finished, she had her colony of pony sized insects. They buzzed about the magnificent, monumental hive they had carved out of a butte, treating her as their queen. Which in a way, she was.

As soon as they were ready, she began to alter them further. Giving them working horns like her and teaching them the ways of her deceitful magic that she had mastered over the years. She taught them to pull nourishment from love, from the very core of ponies. She made them dependent on it.

Nothing is more loyal than an addict with a loyal supplier. She kept them hooked on love and supplied with it for so long that they would constantly beg and plead with her for more and more and more. They could not be sated, which was perfect. Chrysalis convinced her hive that the faraway mountain had an immense source of love upon it. That all they needed to do was help her take the city and they would be sated forever....but she was just here for the statue.

As soon as she assumed the identity of the Princess, she looked through the royal records to see what had happened to her dear father. She soon learned that he was turned into stone at the hooves of the monarch of this kingdom, then again at a group of ponies called 'the elements of Harmony.' She needed to see this for herself.

Then she saw it, the terrified expression on his stone face, his arms outstretched at a feeble attempt to stop an invisible force. Just the sight of his mismatched face made Chrysalis' ire rise immensely. The disguised queen trotted over to the statue and looked up at it.

"This serves you right, fool." The Fake-Cadence sneered out, her fangs showing through her disguise. "You left me out in that desert to starve..." She made sure not to speak to loudly as to not attract too much attention. "You abandoned me to play your little game and you lost." Each word was coated with the poison of one thousand years left alone, of one thousand years of hate and confusion.

The statue simply stayed there, unmoving and solid as it has always been.

"I hate you. You know that? You had no right to bring me into this world just to...to...leave me!" Chrysalis could feel something strange, something in her eyes. She sat down and raised a pink hoof to them, the appendage came back with a clear liquid upon it. This was impossible...the last time she had cried had been...been....right after he left her....

"I hate you...so much..." She could not stop it now, the tears were flowing. So she simply hung her head and let them do so. "I thought you were playing a game! I thought you would come back!" She was practically screaming at the statue now, her feelings were in a limbo between rage and severe depression. "How could you let this happen? How could you let them do this to you?!"

Chrysalis collapsed right then and there, right at the feet of the once mighty god of chaos. She wept into her hooves, she let a millennium of pain and anger finally come out like a tidal wave. She just wanted to see her father again...she just wanted him to be alright. She just wanted her Daddy Discord to tell her everything was going to be alright...

She looked up at the statue once more and attempted a glare, it failed and only caused her vision to swim with more tears. As she put her head back down, a breeze passed. Upon it three words could be heard very faintly, the voice they came from seemed so sad.

"I'm so sorry...