Commonplace Shoutouts Go...!
Author's Note
My name is Fireflower and this is my eleventh My Little Pony Fanfic, using a normal canon character that is rated T for Teen; therefore, it is no clopfic whatsoever but it is my ninth flashfic on this website: matter of fact, it took me about less than two days total to make this because it was inspired by a contest y'all know of so to speak.
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; speaking of which, this story is influenced by an award–winning film from 2022 but I won't tell you its name.
Enjoy it while you can 'cause I had to tone it down for the sake of the word count: seeing that it's there now, it was inevitable to come up with something to fill up a void in my mind all the same; in addition, the name of this chapter is so self–explanatory, it barely needs and explanation whatsoever.
Commonplace Shoutouts Go...!
There was a complete absence of light dominating the environment, shrouded in mystery and suspense which had relied consistently on the element of uncertainty: while there had remained a likely chance of loneliness filling the air itself at once, the atmosphere was perhaps enough to clear out within due time for one reason or another; in addition, clues were here to say otherwise.
Out of many, if at all, a small brunet youth appeared amongst the jet–black void, eyes matching its owner’s hair, pants, and shoes: over the bright complexion was a long sleeves sweater of a hierophant’s green with a singular horizontal cream stripe amidst it; though a smile plastered about rosy cheeks, ‘twas bereft of life, liberty, pursuit of happiness, and equality of opportunity.
Greetings… I am ██████; ██████, the being that comes when people call its name: it doesn’t matter when, where, or how, but time and time, again… again, I will appear. Either way, I thank you for your power awoke me from dormancy – my mortal soul, my determination, they were not mine but yours; at first I was so confused: the plan had failed, hadn’t it so why was I brought back to life…? You, with your guidance, I realized the purpose of my reincarnation… power – with your help we will eradicate the enemy and become strong much like others before: HP, Attack, Defense, Gold, Experience, Level; every time a number increase, that feeling… that’s me, ██████. Of course, it’s reasonable enough to assume you and I aren’t the same after all – it’s safe to believe whatever it is you have or had, it may as well resonate with a strange feeling: on the one hand, it has reached the absolute and there was nothing left for us there; on the other hand, it’d been rebuilt and then destroyed all the same. Perhaps you’re wracked with a perverted sentimentality I cannot understand, these feelings all the same; despite this, I feel obligated to suggest: should you choose to accept, another path would be better suited; now, partner, let us send this world into the abyss and move on to the next…
Eventually, the sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel and reminiscent of raging blizzards: even though there was no sleet, flakes, ice, cold, or hail, it’d roared like the waking winds stuck between heaven and earth alone; nevertheless, the planar storm was overtaken by the sight of a yellowy rodent with red circular cheeks and brown eyes.
“Hey, Pikachu…!” a tenor sax had sounded off, catching the creature by surprise as it’d turned around to face the speaker as is; despite not appearing onscreen as the listener, it wasn’t long until it’d disappeared without so much as a trace of its existence: once again, nothingness had reigned supreme again, the signs of a falling empire having be instantaneously reversed already.
Sure enough, more creatures had appeared from the void only this time they were within a forest somewhere in a world of their own: while most of them had limbs sprouted from their bodies, the faces they’d possessed were anything but fiendish so to speak of; either way, they’d all seemed curious as to what was staring back at them, almost as if at least someone was supposed to arrive.
Instead, all that changed when in their place was but a young maiden predominately dressed in red with purple hair and eyes; on the opposite side were a series of blocks, various in color but static in congruence as they were already being demolished: the cause of their petite destruction, a true blue orb being bounced around by the likes of her as she sent it to and fro back at them.
Another individual of a similar nature took her place since the static mesh appeared once more, this time with feeling fancy free; unlike the previous one, a purple alicorn was found to be sliding off into a nice warm bed, all thanks to the very darkness around: since all that was found happened to be a shimmering horn, its owner was safe and sound all the very same either way.
None of it ever mattered in the grand scheme of things as the morning after came into view altogether, a more opened world: inside of it, a youthful bright skinned trio, a blue–eyed blond boy in orange, his raven haired peer in blue, and another girl in scarlet; they were all being under the adult supervision of a tall masked man, dressed in dark clothes with snow–white tresses as is.
All those visages up until then were tame compared to the next series of events, this time more gruesome in their entirety alone: a den of gigantic muscular organisms were already wreaking havoc upon another of trio of clearly complexioned characters; of them, a dark haired woman was being stripped of her fabrics by her attackers as she’d been dragged away to parts unknown.
Soon, the moving pictures collapsed into a singular dot of whiteness, shrinking about into a solid figure before fading right away; despite the lack of light in this moment of time, a face was quickly found etched reflectively into the darkness thereof so to speak: it was yet another woman, this time more aged with more than a wrinkle in time compared to the rest all the same.
There was nothing else much she could ever even say about what had happened in the past few moments moving forward, except for a few words all the same but in a different language nevertheless, “哎呀媽呀，這些天他們在電視上播放的東西真是噁心：我想知道這是否是讓我女兒走上錯誤道路的原因； 不管怎樣，我希望他們不要看到這些。”
In any case, the elder woman walked away without so much as a fight or a scratch thereof, more than what she'd seen recently so to speak of; of course, it was rather nothing at all compared to what had popped up as soon as she'd left the line of eyesight, something leftover for at least another observer live directly from a different plane of existence:
