Author's Note
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Calling a Spade a Spade
"Hey."
"HEY."
"HEEEEEY."
"I can see you hiding in the shaded corner there, Chrysalis.
Talk to me."
"No."
"Why not?"
"I do not speak with lowly pests."
"You speak with gods?"
"..Gods?"
"Yeah."
"..No. You are not a god. You bluff, little ape."
"Suit yourself, Daughter of Argiope."
"WH- ..Haahh. A clever ploy - you attempted to enrage me by
evoking my mother's true name.
You are craftier than I initially thought."
"Well, first impressions count for everything.
I've got your attention now, don't I?"
"Fine. Speak. I've nothing better to do in this cell."
"Shame you and Celestia didn't work out, huh?"
"..I am curious how you know this information.
My double agents in the guard tell me that
my little stunt was kept secret."
"We could be here all day if I tried to explain
what a Seer of Blood does. Just trust me when I say
I already know what the fuck's going on."
"If you truly are a god,
then we've all the time in the world, primate."
"Pfft, fuck, okay, you got me there.
Fine.
A Seer of Blood.. can portend truths
and bonds of this universe and others."
"Ah, you are insane."
"You'd go crazy too if you'd seen what I seen.
Anyways -
I can look at what's significant,
in narrative terms. Emotional connections,
lore, the impact of someone's choices and actions.
It's all a pulsing beat to me.
I accumulate knowledge from each beat and twitch and churning
of this metaphorical organism and provide..
guidance, strategies, and ideas."
"So you wish to advise me? I am flattered, but I have no need."
"Pfft. No. But your starving corpse-like bode tells me otherwise."
"You dare?!"
"Were it not for this null-band, I would-"
"You-
Be quiet, you pearlescent alien!"
"Hmph."
"..."
"Oh, I dare. Because-
Yeah, yeah, rend me apart,
cut me into pieces,
grind me down until the sparks beg for mercy.
Tear out my intestines or whatever.
You look like you can't even carry your exoskeleton.
When was the last time you had a good meal, eh?"
"You are up to something, stranger."
"I could be."
"I can taste it on you. You are wanting something out of me, little oracle.
Did Celestia send you as her errand girl, as she did with Twilight Sparkle?"
"HAH! That bitch doesn't even know I'm here right now."
"You are here of your own volition?"
"Yeah. I'm here for you, specifically."
"What could I possibly have that you want?"
"You know what a kismessitude is, bug?"
"A mouthful."
"That too. But it is a flavor of love."
"I see. I've no need for pity-food.
If that is all you are here for, then I don't want you near.
Begone."
"Shut up and let me talk. I'm here to offer you a taste.
You can decide later if you want more. You'd be the first
changeling to taste kismesis. In all the timelines I've seen."
"...Very well. What is this 'kismesis', then."
"Humans don't have the right words for what a kismesis is.
I'm stealing that word from an alien race far from these lands.
This universe, even.
The long and short of it is, there is an overlap between
hatred and love. Therein, lies a passion. That delicate
balance leads to this.. interesting behavioral phenomena."
"..."
"Come on. I know you're interested in how that would feel."
"Fine. I will bite. How would that work?"
"The closest word humans have is a rivalry. Two entities,
going at each others throats, and they're not sure whether to
kiss the neck or go for the jugular with their teeth. And in that
heated passion is this burning drive to.. develop oneself. To
drive each other higher and higher, like two unicorns using
magic to lift each other up into the sky.
"They empower each other, through this..
'hate-love'?"
"Exactly. A violent, bitter love, one that can be deeper and more
intimate than any standard traditional love. That if one
party was hurt, or worse, killed, the other would tear
the world apart in the torrent of emotions they'd no longer
be able to control."
"No."
"Did you just lick your lips-"
"Okay, if you say so. Heh.
"As I was saying, it's a hateful, spiteful, prideful love.
A demand to see improvement.
And I saw you, I saw what you did today,
and I hated how pathetic you looked."
"PATHETIC?!"
"PATHETIC?!?!"
YOU SMUG LITTLE GREMLIN!
"YOU DO NOT KNOW WHAT I AM CAPABLE OF!"
I DO NOT CARE!
SHUT UP!
LITTLE CREEP!!
BE SILENT OR I WILL CRUSH YOU INTO PASTE!
NO!
QUIET ALREADY, PEST!"
"Yeah.
Yeah, BITCH!
PATHETIC! MORONIC.
You can do better than that and we both know it!"
"Ha! Gahahahahahaha!! That argument literally does not work on me! I've seen you! From your narrative inception, to your pupation, to your ascension as Queen! I've SEEN you, and I've seen your downfall into the metaphorical butt of a narrative JOKE! You're washed up! Nothing! And you could be so much more! And yet you choose not to be! What happened?! Huh?!"
"Lemme get a good look at you."
"..."
"You-! Your cell-"
"The door was never locked.
I just waltzed on in."
"Set me free!"
"Nope."
"You wretched little- What do you want?!"
"I want more out of your shitty little bug ass.
You can be so much more.
And if I help you like that,
then you won't learn.
You won't grow any stronger."
"Then what do I have to gain out of you?!"
"Many things. You'd gain someone
who actually gives a shit about you, about
your well-being, not out of servitude, but
out of spite.
Would I fight by your side?
Sure.
But only because if you die,
I want it to be by my hand.
After a long,
hard,
glorious battle."
"Grrrrghhh..!"
"Chrysalis. Look at me. Look at me, you fuck."
"What?!"
"Do you taste what I'm feeling?"
you freaky hot bitch i cant decide whether you should live or die
"Of course I do! What kind of idiotic-
No.
NO it does NOT!
NO!!!"
"You lie!! These are not genuine feelings!!
STOP LAUGHING!! You are SICK IN THE HEAD!"
"What does it taste like, huh?
Tastes good, don't it?
Yes it does.
Taste that blackrom, bitch.
Taste what I fucking want out of you!!
HAHAHAHAAA!
I know I am! How about you?!"
"..."
"What have you done to me?! I... I hate you!"
"And I hate you too.
I have hated you for so long.
Since I was a mere child.
The moment I saw you crushed under a giant cupcake,
all the adoration I to had for you
melted into disdainful slag.
You have no idea how many nights
I have spent, wanting to make you my bitch.
Or a worthy rival.
Or both."
"I.. I want to.."
"I am going to prove that I am better than you.
I will make you MY bitch!"
"FUCK yeah.
Anytime.
Anywhere.
You and me.
We could beat the shit out of each other
in a Denny's parking lot, for all I care.
And then we make out sloppy style.
Get out of this cell, and I will let you
taste that hateful love
as long as I live and breathe.
After all, you said
we've got all the time
in the world.
See you around, Buggie."
"Get back here!
Right now!!
You disgusting wretch!!
I WILL END YOU!"
"Ooh, chase me, chase me, I'll be ever so soooorrryy! Hahaahahaa!"
"YOU WILL BE! I WILL
SHOW YOU DEPTHS OF SORROW YOU
COULD NEVER DREAM OF!"
"Sigh.. I do not know what love I just tasted.
Richer, and darker, than any flavor I've felt before.
This, infuriating, mocking, insolent little monkey...!
No. No, I will not allow myself to fall to such wiles. I cannot..
I cannot allow myself to taste it again."
"But I'm so.. hungry."
