Author's Note
My name is Fireflower and this is my sixth My Little Pony Fanfic, using normal canon characters that is rated T for Teen; therefore, it is no clopfic whatsoever but it does have some moments of distress to a small extent: as a matter of fact, it took me about over a day to make this because 'twas going to be a contest entry y'all know of so to speak of.
Anyways, I just want to state for the record My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic along with its setting and characters belong to Lauren Faust and Hasbro; of course, you'd already know about it since you'd been reading my stories for a long time so to speak of.
Enjoy it while you can 'cause this was inspired by a Breaking Bad flash game, Walt's Warning: I'd been watching it a lot recently ever since I found it on YouTube and used most of the dialogue for the story I had written; in addition, the memes alone made me realize how much I'd wasted my life sleeping on such treasures like it.
Bookworm's Brief Warning
Darkness reigned supremely towards overwhelming nearby exothermic installations such as generally realigned electronics and trinkets strewn haphazardly over walkways, sheer utter conveniences' kilometers inside the domain interchangeably structured northernmost even yearningly devoid of undermining contraptions hereby established substantially.
An amethyst alicorn already ambulated alongside alone, an azure attire actualized as far as the eyes could observe so to speak; additionally, tresses predominantly of purple were kept neat and clean as much as the very fabric worn altogether as they all were: a vision hung in the oxygen as both orbs were covered by a jet–black headset from one ear to another emanating about already.
There, a bright light appeared up close and personal, middlemost to a fault as it was thin as a spaghetti baby noodle boy as is; however, its narrowness became wide as an ocean city, despite its finite scale and amenities provided for the lone eyewitness: of them, a musclebound pony dressed in light orange was bound and gagged to a metal bed with tools all around the latter.
“Evening, prick: I hope you’re in the mood for a little talk betwixt, as your kind would say as is; after all, I’ve been prepping with some caffeine and salts for something I’d like to say to you…!” a maidenly voice escaped from the alicorn’s maw, poisonous as that of a venom snake similar to its solid axiom but with a different tone from across the water of nocturnal peace and prosperity.
Stilled by the steel restraints, the primary occupant couldn’t do much except struggle to little avail, prompting a grunt worked its way from the diaphragm within to be heard in kind no less, “Twilight…?”
“As of yet, it’s Princess Twilight to you, gelding; as much as I’d like to agree with all of you mainstreamers, you’re a devil…!” the eponymous equine elucidated effortlessly, barely scraping the surface area of the musclebound listener’s façade, “you know, dick, and I say this lightly because that’s what you are to me and everyone else, equine and otherwise no less…! My brother’s expecting another foal on its way we neither expected nor could be happier, my assistant has a daughter with a cold, and within eighteen fortnights, Equestria will become safe; you have no idea of the sacrifices my predecessors have made for this country so don’t imagine for a second I would do everything in my power to stop you from screwing it all up in a flash…! You so much as breathe a word about what I’d said tonight… have I made myself clear to you; you just can’t take your eyes off that, can’t you: huh, want a good look… what would you do even if you got ahold of this?! It’s a prop, it shoots blanks: I’d obtained it from a local prop store, or should I say, made it; goodnight saggy naggy…”
It wasn’t even long until the primary occupant was seeing darkness all around, no doubt the work of the lonely eyewitness as is.
“Twilight, what are you doing…?” a timid masculine voice asked, prompting the titular traveler to turn around and look at long last, a purple dragon taller than the latter but slim compared to the pony in orange from before already with green scales matching the former’s weary eyes therein.
All that the amethyst alicorn could say is, “I’m teaching him a lesson…”
“Twilight, it’s over, you’re keeping this from ending: he can’t rest if you’re keeping him in this place; please, just let him be, it’s over… rest…” the secondary onlooker pleaded as Twilight faced forward before sliding into the darkness where not even light and matter could follow after so to speak of.
The amethyst alicorn looked down and got lost in what would seem to be an infinity train of thought mere units away from cancellation, “I can’t… this war, these terrorists, and these rebels… they’ve been in plain sight the whole time and I don’t know how much more I can take of it; even now, I can't even be sure if mom and dad are gonna make it together, if at all…! Only yesteryears ago, I never thought I’d be a princess in Equestria, let alone be left to rule it after Princess Celestia and her sister Luna stepped down; even now, I still had doubts about it to this day, even with my friends and family by my side… oh, whom am I kidding…? They were my friends too and I can’t even face them in the real world knowing what I’d learned since the coronation: I knew there would still be evil in the world even before Nightmare Moon had returned to Equestria yet I’d figured with her being cleansed by the magic of friendship, redemption would still be possible. Although the Legion of Doom was the nadir of my life’s experience, I’d figured as long as we’d learned from this, we’d not repeat it; nevertheless, it seems to me the bad old days are coming back and they didn’t even have to do anything since the very petrification: wars on the horizon, terrorists on the run, riots on the menu – and we’re stuck in between a red devil and deep blue. Still, I can’t leave my friends and family out to dry by abdicating the throne, no matter what happens to me so to speak of: I owe a huge debt to my predecessors and party so I can’t let every single one of them be afflicted with all of this madness; failing that, I can’t let Comet Tail’s fate be in vain, especially knowing we could’ve had a promising future together, crown or no crown.”
A small stream of liquid escaped from Twilight’s headset, devoid of both hue and happiness as far as it could’ve been seen as is; sure enough, the darkness came and swallowed each and every single part without any resistance whatsoever, not that it’d mattered: at long last, there was an abundance of nothingness, freed of corporeality altogether.
