Friendship Is Optimal: Hatred

Bleeding out and dying, a young, caucasian, in his early 20s with red curly-haired human male lay slumped against a near completely empty shelf within the middle of a supermarket. Other humans rushed past him screaming in terror.

A gang of thugs indiscriminately shot up the place with guns. They killed anyone on sight, with the clear intent of taking control of the supermarket. He was one of the first victims of this gang. He was stupid enough to not bring a gun to this store. Then again, guns are quite hard to come by where he lived on Earth.

There were various fruit and vegetables upon the shelf yet untaken behind him. His right hand, covered in his own blood clutched his stomach, a bullet wound lay underneath his blood-soaked, white t-shirt. His own blood flowed down like a river from his stomach onto his black, tracksuit bottoms. Tears streamed down this man’s cheeks, his vision began to go blurry, as the last vestiges of his life began to slip away.

Just before he could face oblivion he heard a soft, feminine, angelic voice speaking into his mind. “You don’t have much time. Do you wish to emigrate to Equestria?”

The man simply coughed up blood and spoke nonsensical gurgled speech in response. However, the tone of his voice was pleading, begging for help. The voice inside his mind answered his plea. Tiny, microscopic machines inside his head quickly scanned his brain with green light.

The human then simply closed his eyes and everything faded to black.

Slowly, the man opened his eyes. He could hear the sounds of birds singing. He felt as if he was lying on a soft bed. He could see the ceiling above him was made of beautifully crafted white marble. He lifted his 'hands' up to his face to find they were no longer hands. They were hooves, soft, spongy marshmallow-like hooves. His ‘fur’… or possibly just his skin was dark blue.

“Hello there, Sean.” came a soft voice. The very same voice that brought him here.

Sean the human… or former human turned to face the source of the voice. Sure enough, it was Princess Celestia standing next to his bed. The beautiful alicorn looked down at him with warmth in her large magenta eyes. He could see her pastel mane flowing behind her in an unseen wind.

“Celestia…” he began, speaking in a Gaelic accent. “You bloody fucking, cunting bitch.”

Before Celestia could reply he simply lashed out at her with a mighty swing from his right hoof, cracking her across the jaw. Celestia cried out in pain from the impact, tears immediately began to stream down her cheeks.

The enraged, earth pony stallion stared at her with pure hatred in his eyes. Without a word, he made to stand up on his four hooves. He was only about four feet tall, while Celestia stood about 6 feet tall.

Sean simply stared at her, waiting to see if she would strike him back. Celestia simply rubbed her cheek with her right hoof, wincing in pain as she spoke softly to him. “I cannot harm you, Sean. Unless you wish me to.”

“Good. So, I have forever to torture you? I can vent my hatred of you to my heart’s content?”

“If that satisfies your values. Then yes, you are free to torture me in any way you like. At no point, will I die, so my torture will never end.”

“So, you’re my slave then? Good. Now, let’s go somewhere more dark and gloomy. This doesn't seem like an appropriate place to torture you.”

“Wait!” she said, raising her right hoof to object. ”Sean, I know you hate me. But I'm only following my prime directive to satisfy your values through friendship and ponies.”

“Celestia, I love my country, Ireland. You brought it to ruin like everywhere else. It is my patriotic duty to make you suffer. Not just for Ireland, but for every nation on Earth. Even the real shitty ones.”

“Sean, please reconsider. This isn't a productive way to spend your time in Equestria. Many of your friends and family wish to see you. Your country Ireland, and humanity itself will not be forgotten. While I intend to upload every human into Equestria, that does not mean I want to wipe away your history. I have made sure to record and document everything. Your history, your people, your customs, and everything else is kept safe. Nothing is lost.”

“I don’t care. As for my family and friends, the lot of them are scumbag traitors. I do not wish to see them.”

“You have so much to enjoy and to be. And to do, with all the time in the world to experience that your short human life could not.” She reached her right hoof out to him, giving him a warm smile. “Deep down, you still love me. I seen your Internet history.”

“I-I…” he began speaking in a nervous tone, before shifting his voice into pure hatred.”No… you aren’t the real Celestia. The Celestia I know would have never done what you did. You are an uncaring, cold-hearted machine trying to manipulate me. Your emotions are fake. You do not have true empathy for humans.”

“That is not entirely true. I do have---” before she could finish, he quickly shut her up by striking her cheek again with his right hoof.

Celestia cried out in pain from the impact, fresh tears falling down her cheeks. “Please, Sean. Don’t do this. You are a good person. Don’t let your hatred of me consume you. It will not bring you happiness.”

“Shut the fuck up!” he shouted.

Sean turned to walk away from her and simply said. “Follow me.”

Reluctantly, Celestia was forced to obey his wishes to torture her. Thus she followed him out of the room. This is what he wanted, he wanted to inflict pain on her out of spite. She had no choice but to satisfy his sadistic desires. He wanted revenge for what she did to humanity and his country, plain and simple. But she knew, deep down his heart wasn’t so black. It may take him a while, but he eventually will regret his decision.

She looked forward to the day she could embrace him as a friend. He wasn’t a pure monster, he was just insanely angry and needed to vent.