The Twilight Prince: Omakes

"Oh, hello there, Celestia. I haven't seen you since we had lunch in your sitting room"

Celestia looked at Twilight in confusion, "What are you talking about, Twilight?"

"Oh, just last week, you do remember that, don't you?"

Celestia's eyes widened, "Twilight, you killed a deer."

"I did."

"And you ate it."

"And it was delicious." Twilight started to stalk in a circle around the sun princess, his expression decidedly predatory.

"Please, Twilight, you're sick, you need help." While Celestia had beaten the instinctive fear of the predator that plagued most ponies, seeing young Twilight acting so contrary to how he was supposed to act deeply unsettled the princess.

"NO!"

Celestia was knocked back by the force of Twilight's voice.

"I'm not sick, I don't need your 'help'. You did more than enough damage to me during my time with you. For the first time in a long time I'm finally Free." The stallion continued to circle the princess, barring his sharp teeth.

"What are you talking about, Twilight? Please stop this."

"Do you know what the term 'obligate omnivore' means, princess?"

"Of course." Celestia answered, slightly confused at the non-sequitur.

"It means that an animal has to eat meat or she'll starve."

"I fail to see how this is relevant."

"OF COURSE YOU DON'T! YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND ANYTHING DO YOU?"

Celestia took a step back, not sure how to respond.

"I am that obligate omnivore, Celestia. Always have been, always will be. I was a scared, hungry little filly hunting your pretty little animals so I wouldn't die. But did you even try to understand? NO, little Twilight was just a little psychopath, suffering from 'Anti-Social Personality Disorder', hurting animals for fun, a problem that had to be fixed.

"Ponies don't eat meat Twilight."

"Most ponies don't. Some do. I do."

"No, you're lying, you stopped your 'hunting'."

"I did ..." Twilight lit his horn, and with a blinding flash, Celestia was buried in hundreds of small flat cans.

"What is this?" Celestia asked.

"Meat." Twilight answered, levitating one of the cans in front of Celestia's muzzle and opened it.

Celestia's muzzle crinkled in disgust at the hideous smell.

"Do you like that, Celestia? Because this is what I've had to survive on for the better part of the last two decades. All because you taught me to hate myself."

"Twilight, what happened to you? To make you like this."

"You're not listening, Celestia. Nothing 'happened' to me. I was born this way, as was my mother, and her mother and her father and his mother, all the way back over fifteen hundred years, to a couple generations after my ancestors escaped the Razing of Everfree."

"Twilight, nopony survived the Razing of Everfree."

"That's what they told you, and you never had the curiosity to ask the ponies whose ancestors were actually present for the Fall of Equestria, just the cowards who fled the Nightmare's forces to places unknown in the preceding months. Instead, you turned a blind eye as your foreign Equestrian 'nobility' visited their deprivations upon the native populations of the Ponylands."

"What? Twilight, I do not understand."

"No, you do not." the stallion turned tail and stalked away, "And, Celestia, the name is Sparkle."