ENDING THREE
SANCTUARY

I looked between the bed and Pinkie. Which one is the best answer? On one hand, Pinkie seemed to be genuinely happy that I was considering her, but on the other...I don't want to become her, in any sense. I then looked behind me.

There was another walkway, which turned into a hallway. I heard Pinkie clear her throat, "Now now..."

I took a step back towards it, and Pinkie took a step forward. She didn't think I'd go after her. I felt a small smile build on my face. She was afraid. She knew that if me and Dash got out of here, she'd lose. And in turn...I'd think expelled. I quickly turned and ran as fast as my injured and heavy body could go.

"Get back here! NO!"

She ran after me, growling. She was angry, and scared below her frustration, I could feel it. I kept moving my legs as fast as I could, Pinkie still staying right behind me. However, my adrenaline and hope for the future all that kept me gliding between steps.

Eventually, I thought I heard a faint voice. I must have either dropped her, or Pinkie hid her from me to get me to choose my death. I followed the twisting hallway, Pinkie still trying to catch up, however, it seemed that she literally couldn't do anything else to the environment other than physical actions, though this time it seemed my presumption was correct.

I rounded a few corners, starting to finally feel the full effects of my wounds. I had been running on adrenaline since the Manticore, and it's starting to run out. I heard Dash's voice get louder, and I knew I was closer. I felt it in my bones, I felt the end of this madness. I found myself at a large metal door. I smiled widely, pushing it open and quickly closing it.

I felt Pinkie run into the door, growling and nearly screaming in rage. Her words were unheard by me. I stared in awe at what was laying before me.

It was no longer a doll, but Dash herself. Her mane was matted down a bit with...sweat, hopefully. She looked so peaceful, sleeping...but I couldn't do this alone. I could only beat Pinkie and...hopefully save me and Dash with her at my side. A true friend, she was.

I reached up with my good arm, latching the door with a lock I didn't even know was there. I gently nudged Dash's abdomen with my foot, the least dirty one I could. She stirred a bit, but didn't budge. I sighed, then said out loud, "Dash, come on, the Wonderbolts are here!"

Instantly, she shot up, wings flared and she looked around, "What? Where?!"

I laughed, and it felt good. Great, in fact. She slowly realize the situation, looking upon my beaten body, "Oh...oh no...Sam? Sam you're going to be okay, right?"

I nodded faintly, though considering my wounds, I wasn't too sure. I saw her look down, a sad expression on her face, "I...I should have tried harder. I should have tried to protect you! But when we came here, Pinkie, she...she put me away. I was only able to get out like that doll...I couldn't do anything else. It's my fault."

I shook my head, nearly shedding a tear or two at the strange reunion we had, "N-no...it isn't your fault, Dash...it's not..."

She looked back up, before hesitantly walking over to me, looking down at me, not with pity, not with anger, with sorrow, one that you would feel for a best friend in pain, "It...I wish I could help but...wait. I might be able to stop her...but...it'll have some adverse effects on you."

I nodded, swallowing hard, "Do it...I don't care. As long as she doesn't win over me...over you."

And at this, she walked over, laying next to my trembling body. She laid her head on my stomach, a considerably less bloody and dirty part of my body. I moved my arm to her, more or less laying it on her neck. I felt..tired. In a different way. Like...I just felt warm. I had a warm feeling throughout my body, I felt tired, and...something was lulling me to sleep.

I let my eyes gaze over to Dash, hers into mine, "I won't leave you alone...I promise."

And with that, I felt my eyelids grow heavy. I felt my body relax, the pain fading from my mind. Everything seemed...peaceful. I felt wind blow in my hair. Grass beneath me. And everything was gone.

I awoke quickly, shocked but...not scared. It...was it over? Did Dash do it?

I slowly sat up, rubbing my head. I didn't...feel like I was as scared. Sure, I still felt paranoia, but it wasn't as extreme. Was all that a dream?

Looking to my left, I saw that there was no fog outside. It was midday. It was almost an ideal day from my perspective. I stood, walking to my door and into the living room. It was silent. Dead quiet, actually. It seemed as if no one was here. Then, I heard a door open. I looked over, seeing that the door to my parent's bedroom had opened.

I felt myself tense, as I called out, "...Mom?"

There was a stop in the footsteps before a raspy voice called back, "Uh, sorry to say, 'm not your mom, Sam."

Dash stepped out, stretching her wings a bit and closing the door behind herself.

I blinked, than asked, "What..wait...where...?"

My mind was full of questions, but Rainbow simply sighed, saying, "Don't...I'll explain in a minute. I just woke up." She yawned, and I nodded abruptly. The house seemed like it was mine just...some of it was missing. Though none at all. It was very confusing.

It took about a half hour, but I'd made food me and Dash could eat for breakfast. Once we were almost finished with the cereal, she looked up, probably deciding it was time to explain.

"Okay...please don't freak out, okay? I did what I had to so she didn't win...didn't erase us both." I nodded after her words, motioning for her to continue.

"Well...from what I understand...you...you're in a coma. This...this is your mind, really..." I blinked.

The silence went on for a few more minutes before I asked, "...Was there...any other way?"

Dash shook her head sadly, "Not unless you want me taking your life over and...I couldn't, and wouldn't do that to you. You're a good person, Sam...if I had it my way, I'd stay in your head and put you down there but...Pinkie had attached herself to your memories and mind years ago. When she was gone...she...sorta put you through shock. Lot's of it..."

I blinked, then thought hard. Was there something I couldn't remember?

I then realized, I couldn't remember a lot of small details. The bigger picture was fine, but...I couldn't remember my brother's name, my mother's...all those precious details.

With a sigh, I stood up, taking her bowl and my own, walking to the sink and setting them down. Everything worked fine...just...no people. Except I had one person. Or rather, pony, to keep me company.

I looked over with a sort of sad smile, and she returned it. Neither of us knew how long we'd be here, but we knew that we had to make the best of it.

Sam had, indeed, gone into comatose. She didn't wake up that night, and her mother cried over her sleeping form all day. Eventually, she was put in a hospital so that they could monitor her and keep her alive. Though she was in a coma, she was not a vegetable.

Sam remained in this state for years, and still is to this day, three years after that fateful day. However, she and Rainbow Dash stay the same age, living in their same years, sharing stories, playing in fields and with one another. Together, Sam and Dash had built a sanctuary of both of their minds, making a home to live in.

They were successful in making chat clients and using programs, and were able to make people and that they could remember clearly enough, though they usually stayed together. Some would call it a relationship, but they never looked beyond each other or their bounds.

Dash and Sam made their own sort of world, mismatched with pony life and human life. All inside her head, they wait, maybe for a day when they can finally wake up, maybe talk together for real. Though, for them, it was real, for them, their strange reunion between two different creatures and people entirely turned out well.

And, finally being alone, with Pinkie gone, sometimes they would see into the night sky, and see the stars twinkling at them, as if someone was trying to talk to the duo.

Dear Sam,
We hope that you make it to the correct path, Sam. You are a honorable person, and you faced your fear instead of running or giving in to it, to save a friend. This is most commendable, especially for a human, though this is not meant as an offence. We hope that you and Rainbow Dash live long and nicely with one another, we believe we may say how hard it may be to live for nearly eternity in youth. We believe we may visit you someday, in your dreams.
Your Friend,
Luna

ENDGAME CONCLUDED

Author's Note

Final and true ending!!

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