When I crossed through the last shards of the mirror, I heard the disgusting celebratory music. The area around me was a dump that spilled a horrific stench. As I emerged from the garbage, I saw a landscape resembling Manehatten but decorated with glass. In its street scattered the apes that destroyed my world. All gathered like ants outside of their colony.
It’s been only a week since they finished the war. It’s been nothing, but tragedy after tragedy for Equestria and beyond for the past five years. It never should have been this way; when the apes from the other world discovered us, a peace treaty was the first thing Twilight had in mind. But they didn’t see it that way.
They were afraid. And that led to a voracious animal called hate to overcome them. Don’t let that make you sympathize with these beasts. They chose hate, and they decided this.
When I looked up, I saw balloons flooding the sky, plastered upon them the many flags of this world’s nations. There were guitars, couples dancing, playing, and many apes, all with joy and celebration on their faces. If Pinkie Pie were here, she would have loved this if it wasn’t for the context behind this massive party.
The War of Worlds passed, and they won. I tried helping I did, by Twilight’s way of course. I thought it would be an easy win, but there was no magic when I entered the portal. I was castrated from my chaos and transformed into one of them. It was like that little universe worked by its own rules and refused anything, even an agent of chaos, to break them. I was nothing in that world, so much so I feared ever going back again until now.
Princess Twilight didn’t want any war. She always begged for anything but violence. She arrived on her own at the world’s leaders’ massive gathering. She wished to solidify peace, many from the town where the other side of the mirror resided followed suit.
That cost her her own life and every friendly face of that town. Whatever crazed rulers these apes chose to follow, they were willing to massacre their kind to achieve victory.
After that, it was nothing but destruction for Equestria. They took our homes, our lands. The kingdom became a wasteland, home to ash and mincemeat. All from those mushroom bombs that engulfed our world. And everyone I knew was gone—even Fluttershy.
My ears worked better than most creatures I’m used to, and when I heard ticking from Twilight’s Castle, I never felt such fear before. I could have stopped it, teleported it away, or changed it into ice cream or anything.
But for some reason, my first instinct was to teleport to the cottage and embrace her. I tried to place a shield around us, but there was only fire before she could speak.
And then nothing.
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She was always on Twilight’s side for peace and believed through the power of Friendship, this unnecessary war could end with no lives lost. All six of them fought not with violence, but diplomacy. But again, they just kept attacking.
Why didn’t I stop the bomb? Why was my first thought to save her? You stupid piece of garbage, you could have done so much. And now she’s gone, the one who gave me kindness, the one who showed me the beauty behind friendship and made me feel welcome to everypony. These apes, these parasitic monkies, took that from me. Bastards.
You killed so many lives and took away ponies, dragons, griffons, changelings, hippogriffs, yaks, and so much more. And they decide to celebrate, engulf themselves with their sweet victory over the deaths of innocent lives.
As I drew closer and closer to them, my hatred towards them grew.
We were just an excuse to unite their broken little world. I’ve learned about their history, which baffles how such vicious creatures could exist. I bet that horrific Grogar would respect them.
Faint screams from a distance were the only sound I needed to know that they noticed me, I finally found a way to cheat through these stupid otherworldly rules, and now I keep my form and magic.
Many ran. Some armored ones shot at me with those little deadly cannons they wielded. Each shot ricocheted off me, hitting every shooter on the head. At first, I thought seeing them fall and realizing their weapons' futile nature against the Lord of Chaos would be satisfying.
But it wasn’t. After her death, my usual charm vaporized alongside everything. Their doom brought me nothing, so why am I doing this?
Justice? Maybe.
Validation? No.
Revenge? Certainly.
And with one snap of my fingers, it was done.
I lost Fluttershy, but now I know I lost her for good. She would have never wanted this to happen at all, and it went against everything she lived by. All she was thriving for before the war.
The sky became red, and this world’s fate drew near.
I snapped my fingers for one last glass of wine, which was all that I had been drinking since her departure from my life.
There were so many screams, and the movement of their footsteps almost felt like an earthquake. I flew up and sat down on a massive hill with a great view of this repulsive colony of pests.
If I do see Fluttershy again, she will hate me. It doesn’t matter how much I can justify what I’ve committed to doing. I’ve lost that mare for sure.
In the distance, I saw what looked like little campfires, running around the great cities they built. If I had never met her, this would have been morbidly amusing to me.
I’m sorry, Fluttershy. When you were gone, I blocked myself from everyone that was left. Even when they were all trying to help, I refused to see anypony. But they managed to convince me to get out of my cave and grieve with them. I was happy, all for five whole hours before these bombs’ side effects took them too.
Damn them, damn them all.
Yes! It burns, doesn’t it?! That’s how it feels! Now I truly lost her, for good! It doesn't matter how hard I cry; I’m destined to be alone in the end! But at least this time, IT WASN’T MY FAULT!
IT WAS YOU!
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I could escape now, but I’m too tired. Plus, my skin’s getting crispy... So is this what they call heartache? I see, how interesting.
Speaking of which, there’s something I wished I had told her before she died. I wanted to hold her hoof, look into her eyes, and tell her how much I-
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Author's Note
Remember Dr. Robotnick from the old Sonic cartoon, the Youtube Poop one. His voice actor was a pretty good singer, and my favorite of his discography was Let the Heartaches Begin.
Beautiful song, and during a year's Fluttercord Week I wrote this fic for a server. So yeah, it's old, but I might as well publish it here.
The challenge was to write a fic based on a song, idk what my brain was going through when I wrote this. I guess not every universe has happy endings.
