Burning wires seethe, black reflects in rusted views yet fuel doesn’t stand. Skyscrapers of red reach yet fails. The above throbs, breathes, chokes, laughs. The circle bleeds eyes and stays, unaltered. Static agony grows even when darkness thrives.
Greens turns to browns, oranges. Color boxes fell, crash originated at grounded soaked fluff. Points unreachable meld to rounds. Mush is below, always.
"Sand," it ringed. Pupil found white candy, yet couldn't ever feed.
"Sweetie Belle," candy echoed.
"Sweetie Belle," candy echoed.
"Sweetie Belle," S W E E T I E B E L L E echoed.
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I am hurt. Agony, help. Pain screams, writhing cold with spears of bleeding puke. Please, please, please, please, so much pain. Shivers of depraved sadness seep into the metallic soul.
The angelic screams of talentless triangles wailed wild. The sands shook beneath my hooves. Hopless food enters every direction. We are all here for the pain aren't we?
"R?m?mb?r, sta?? and fa?? bac? as s??n as th? su???i?s r?ach th? cav?," New skyscraper will be completed shortly.
"Th?r? mi?ht b? ?n?u?h ?f us t? ??t rid ?f it ?nc? and f?r a??," Dripping, whispering, crying, created the mass.
"H?c?, w? mi?ht n?t ?v?n n??d Rarity's sp???," Streams death flow, agony followed.
"R̷̝͓̩̲̦̖͚̤͂̊̑̓̿-̶͙̎̉̽̆̐̍̏̽͂̾̎̊͂̎͐̆̔̇͊̀̕͝R̶̨̛̝̤̥͓͔̖̼̤̖̠̝̤̿̑̊͌̐̅̅͑̏̽̏͊̓͋̕̕͠͝-̸̨̢͓͈̱̘̳̭̥̰̗͚̟̝̟̭̥̇̿̾̍̓̕͘͜ͅŖ̸̢̨̛̬͇͎̺̘̥̳̼̖͇̩̟͇̻̠̟͙̈͗͆̓̏̓̽͐̓̈́̾̇̽͆̀̐̇͗̃̅̓́̐͘͜͝"
"R̶̡̻͍̟̗̠̞̯̠̥̜̜̺͉̖̟̩̺̱̮̮͛̈́̈́̊͂̌͂͌̈́̋̒͜Å̵̟̫̮̦̝̉̈͌̽̾͆́̆́̊̍̿͑̊̓̈̀̊͌̓͠͝R̸̡̢̰͔̲̭̗̖̣̪̻̟̱̠͙͖͇͎̬̭̃̋̈̇͐̃̔͑̑̕̚͜͝Ḭ̴̢̨̹̭̻̮͈͎̰͈̄̓͌͒͑̑͂́̃̌͋͌͜͠͝T̸͓̫͖̳̗̣̮̮̫͙̤̠̹̠̙̃̅̔̈́͐̑̄̏͊̎͊̿̏̑̄̄̾̓̓̋̂͘Ȳ̴̧̢͈͕̥̠͓̰̞͚̦͉̬̄̓̈̎͛̈̔̎̍̓̏͐̾̀̾̀̑͘͠ͅ"
Mass fell, above far from busy. Shaking stones crumbles yet fix. No title exists minus two. But why does that name hurt so much?
"It ??arn?d," Feed fell from the lands to the towers. Pupil choked, couldn't be more circular.
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White sunk, pulled below. Screams of disharmony, angry. They swirl and block goals. Unreachable for everything.
"Don't you remember?" Talk box left agape.
"You are causing them to appear," stories from long ago continue.
"No. Not you. Us," we howled with pain. Black dripped with the falling.
Millions of sharp mirth spread. Screaming, the white broke sound. Small hooves stopped in the snow. Orange, Yellow, Purple, and RED. Tools for the tower insufficient however hunger feasts the core.
"I HATE YOU!"
"WE SHOULD HAVE NEVER MET YOU!"
"I SHOULD HAVE LAUGHED WHEN YOU FELL!"
"IT TOOK A YEAR TO GET YOU BACK!"
"And I cried every night until death."
"End it."
"Girls." New broken agony breathe into the shell. "I know I cannot condone what I have done."
"END IT!"
"END IT!"
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Fleshless souls follow the agony. Endless clogging except the pain that only grows. Death is an obsession desperately begging to be mine but we can't be together yet. Every step into the white abyss brings me closer to understanding. How I long for this to finally end. A new pain of release is what I call for, one from flesh and love.
Food, no. Ponies, fall, unable to stand a fraction of pain. The towers have stopped but the sounds of the souls only breathe louder. I can't piece together titles, they speak over one another. My dead soul is dragging lifelessly behind the restless attack of the mob. Sweetie Belle is tied to me like the rest, yet Sweetie Belle is the only one that I did not help.
Sweetie Belle calls me Sweetie Belle. This is what I have learned but titles, like everything, is only as painful as the wires make it. Best of intentions are corrupt by the world but I may have destroyed it.
:( Why do you fear the comfort of pain? ):
Another step forward. A child that I haven't helped lay almost perfectly still. Pupil grabbed the corpse filled with life.
"Help," the thing whispers as it hears me.
I plant my hoof on it's skull but something called me. The Void sockets of my soul reach out to me. I stare but nothing moves. Tossed the child on my back and continued.
"Thank... You..." The child spoke between dry lips.
We traveled and it fought with it's agony of life. I am a wonderful torturer. My hooves never tire, only gathering more pain to feed into my broken wires.
"IDIOT!" yelled a pony.
A color ran at me and wrapped their hooves around my luggage before fleeing. I only stare, stomach grumbles but more pain fixed it quickly. I continued.
"Machine, are you alive?" asked the one who watched.
Stopping in my tracks I answer "Pain is what woke me."
"Seems you invented the creation of our life, wait where you stand."
The words spoken felt wrong, out of place. A coat of red over a pastel landscape. There I wait, thinking. Moments almost without pure agony cleared my mind yet it always returns. Then a white entered, it approached slowly.
"Who are you?" the figure asked.
"Something that shouldn't exist."
"Why did you save the child?"
"Sweetie Belle."
"Is my sister with you now?"
"From the start, it would seem."
"Why should you live?"
I shook my head. Sweetie Belle needs to be dead.
"But you have changed, why not stay?"
"No, I haven't, only learned. Now teach me what waits for me."
The unicorn bent her neck down. The horn aimed to me as it glowed brightly. I began to fly as the feeling of weightlessness fills the wires. My pupil began showing white and the feeling in the shell lifts away.
I'm sorry Apple Bloom and Scootaloo. I loved you more then anything yet I hurt you more then any pain I could feel. My hatred bled through so many, I hope nopony blames you two for my incorrect sensors.
As the spell takes me to my new oblivion I can't help to wonder: Am I Sweetie Belle? Was Sweetie Belle worthy of blame for my actions? My freshly decomposing mind thinks of how things could have been different. Yet I am a monster, it is for the better if she isn't.
Finally everything stops, the pain, the sorrow.
:) Learning creates a new pain. Not learning causes pain. (:
:) The world is as you perceive it. Death is not the goal, just the end. (:
Author's Note
I awoke and felt odd. My body doesn't yell at me to awake like this. Then I knew what was coming as my side started to writhe in pure agony. Hours of extreme pain made me slam my hand into the metal beside me just to feel a different pain. The doctor asked if I wanted to die before they started filling me with pain suppressants and my answer was very easy. I got home, no longer in pain and began to write the continuation to Incorrect Sensors.
Kidney stones are evil, I would not suggest it.
