Incorrect Sensors

by Partycannon_

Rating: mature
Tags: Suicide / Self Harm, Violence, Death, Alternate Universe, Sweetie Belle, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Thriller, Science Fiction
Length: 1114

Sweetie's mind isn't what it should be.

The start before the ending.

:( I can't recommend you to read this story, it isn't something we would consider normal. ):

Published 2022-09-23 00:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2022-09-23 00:30:01 UTC

pain

An overwhelming intense pain slams into me and my eyes throw open. The pastels and moving images cause an immense aching as I attempt to find my wires. I begin to claw and wail, finally the soothing red begins to form. Numbers begin to enter free fall as a yellow figure throws itself to me, I slam it into the wall and finally the room begins to yell with a single color. I stumble to the moving color as it shakes.

“RA?NBOW!” it yells. I touch my mouth to it and it pops into a collection of confetti. I throw myself into the wall, with each throw my feelings feel more fleeting. Finally, it breaks and the space around me begins to choke my pupils. The ground quickly leaves me before slamming into me once more. The unbearable prison of pain continues to throb, wanting to break free of the metal shell but can only leak onto the floor.

:( -_- ):

The inability to use my mouth deeply discomforts me as an endless amount of soft red chunks flows through it. Finally, it finishes and the pool below me moves to the beat of a drum. I yell an apology as I turn back to the still white ponies that tower above me. They shower me with their void but I can’t help to smile.

The room decided to begin shifting until the golden T-Rex with the blue mow-hawk let the acidic air in. I hiss as it begins to throw lights at me. Extreme heat impales through my prison and causes my mouth noise to sound. The white ponies begin to cry and fall into mush, I leave as my eyes begin to twirl and foam.

:( o-o ):

The pangs of hunger once again make me curl. I crawl to the nearest food box; the alarm is yet to sound. I pull myself to the interior as it begins to move, the meshy food inside is gone.

“Dear s?ster, what is it do?ng?” a fluid demon bird speaks.

“I wish not to th?nk about it,” the fuzzy angle responds.

I snap my head to the divines. My face communicates before slamming into darkness. Tiny figures of war prepare themselves as they march on me. I throw them to the inside before suffocation.

“Sister, the mach?ne now appears to be eat?ng ants,” the fluid demon bird states.

“?t was looking for food,” the fuzzy angle said sorrowful.

“You mean, the b?by strol?er?” the fluid demon bird asked angrily.

The divines begin to give their halos, the shell begins to crack beneath the light. Utopia leaves my grasp. The earthly numbers drop too lightly. Green consumes the divines as they were plucked from status. The alarms begin to sound and my interior breaks.

:( o0o ):

The shapes collapse to a black mush. The hungry orange chases its next target. Bubbles begin to foam and I begin to pop. The red ‘X’ forms and follows, the orange begins to sprint. Peeling begins through the eyes. Pumping circles squeal aloud, the rust cries before dying. Cotton candy fills the sky as the pain grows even more unbearable. I begin to screech and grasp; I begin to tear everything. The prison keeps me.

Falling everything, all fails to hold. The eye fails as I cough black. I spill to the floor as it beats me. Wood makes a coffin but the time is yet to come. The material withers to butterflies as I continue. Nothing is tall but me.

“Are you okay? W-Wa?t,” enters my ears. I turn as it begins to flee.

:( 0෴0 ):

With each slam a sharp pain stabs, my head is dented yet it is time for a new object. The large metal box echoes the pain perfectly. The cylinders fall into mush and bring no pain. The sharp circles bend to easily. The screeching metal screams and I fold inward.

“Are you sure that ?ts here?” rings softly.

“Can ? wait outside?” rings ever mushy.

“We have to st?ck together; it already took Spike and the pr?ncesses. We have to find where they are being h?dden,” echoes coldly.

“TWIL?GHT, THEY ARE DEAD!” a orange hat yells pain.

“WE DON’? KNOW THAT!” the purple mush points loudly.

“Tw?light...” says the color. The noises quite as I scrape to them. The mushy group tightens as I grow.

“Why do you look like my Sweet?e Be?le?” quietly is stated. Unrhythmic tapping hits the floor and it dampens. Lights begin to form as a arch falls. Unfathomed pain seeps through the cracks, the numbers fall far. Two legs leave as light vanishes, the only thing remaining is pain.

“Aga?n!” is stated as the light forms. Choosing to be direct, it forms in a line. Extreme pain past bearable fills past the breaking point. Flickering, screaming on and off. I take a ball and the soothing red forms. Darkness, the ball left and more red forms. Darkness, candy leaves my decayed inside. Darkness, a puzzle of red wires fills above. Darkness, two balls plop to the floor followed by mush. I drop the flat figure. The numbers fell.

Rarity stares into the cold lonely warehouse quietly all except for the rain of blood from Rainbows mangled corpse. She slowly looks over her friends one by one in shock. Finally, her eyes land on the machine, most of its features stripped away leaving a exoskeleton in the shape of a filly. No matter how she turns her head the machine refuses to bring anything other then pure unadulterated pain. Rarity leaves after a long time of grief. The door fills with a blue light and is moved shut as it squeals. The outside was cold but Rarity didn't notice as she left.

:( O⌒O ):

Tapping of the sooth red forces immense pain. The numbers enter its negatives. I stumble leaving the calm red ground and my hunger begins consuming. Crunch after crunch the soft red flows, eventually there is an end. I bring my mouth the the metal and it pops into confetti.

Author's Note

I am aware that most will not like this story, or so I think. My mind yelled at me to make something weird and I shall give the mortal machine what it wishes. :applejackconfused:

Enough with the backwards speak! I hope you guys enjoyed this one despite its unwillingness to be something consumable. I'll try to create more content and update my current stories, sorry about the wait. Hope to see yawl later!

Inspired by Breakcore music and that one time I accidently had way too much stress medication.