...This strange being, this human, was he alright? He certainly didn´t seem like that to you, staring at the walls, floor, your eyes, your legs, which he remarked to be ´pretty cool, with shifty holes´. He seemed quite deranged to you to be frank, although ever so slightly endearing. The way he sat on the floor in the same spot the ENTIRE conversation, simply looking up at you, struck you as another oddity in his behavior. You had nothing else to do so you decided there is no wrong in talking further.

"Anonymous" he twitched his head towards you from whatever he was staring at, and looked in to your eyes, while his own widened... Truly strange mannerisms this being has. You continue: "Where do you come from?"

He pondered, staring at the ceiling above you, before answering.
"It´s called Earth, that´s the planet. I come from the continent called Europe, the country I come from is the Czech republic... We don´t have a king or queen, most countries moved away from that... uuh monarchies yes, they´ve been replaced by politicians which are voted by citizens. The government comprised of politicians rules us yes, it´s corrupt."

You could swear that this being is getting more and more brain damaged with every question, well that is of no concern as long as you´re getting answers. But you should make sure he isn´t dying, the fun to be had would be quite short lived otherwise.

"Are you feeling well? you seem to be acting and speaking stranger with every exchanged dialogue."

His eyes start darting around the room and his brow gains a salty glaze, you can practically taste the anxiety he exudes and you´re not even actively trying to feast on his emotions. Finally he speaks.

"I am quite fine, my Queen, it´s uuuh... just hot in here yes"

He´s lying, you can taste that too, why would he though? Well it´s most likely nothing of great importance you think but suddenly, it clicks, he did mention taking copious amounts of drugs before appearing near your ceiling, so that´s where the strange behavior stems from... although you cannot fathom his refusal to admit so, with his casual mention of drug abuse earlier. Strange creature. You decide to not probe any further in this matter and you decide to have at least some fun as long as he´s still responding to you, you had a feeling that at this pace he wouldn´t be exactly capable of conversing much longer.

"My, my... ´My Queen´ you say..." you let out a slightly imposing yet friendly chuckle "Pledging your loyalty already, Anon, the human of Earth?"

His face goes blank, oh hell, this is going to be so much fun.

Chrysalis didn´t manage to get a whole lot of teasing and fucking with Anon in before he was too fucked to respond in a fun way, sadly.

It was 20 minutes in to the conversation when the shrooms began to take hold, although I had assumed that I was on the come down, the ride was only starting, I must have been transported here when the DMT was starting to wear off, not after the whole trip like I had assumed. Fuck me, where´s my attorney with the trip killers when I need him.

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The Queen stopped trying to talk to you, her eyes prettier and deeper than ever. Why was that? ´Did I make her mad?´ you thought. That simple thought then turning into panic, your eyes darted all over her, looking for an answer. You didn´t find one. Your train of though gave in to the anxiety and began to crumble in to sheer panic: ´Wait! Why does she have holes? HOLY SHIT! THEY´RE GETTING BIGGER! THERE´S MORE OF THEM! FUCK! Am I going to get holes?´ You inspect your hands and arms, you find no holes... ´thank fuck, no holes. WAIT! Why are my hairs moving? Oh no... HELL NO!´ you began to scream internally as you noticed your hairs slowly crawling into you and wiggling around in your skin, you could see it, you could feel it, you knew where they were heading. From the tips of your limbs all the way to your head.

MOVEMENT! You try to determine what is moving in the corner of your vision... ´wait, I can look... What if it sees I am looking?´ you think before being unable to control the impulse and look anyway... Your mind continues to race. ´Oh that´s right it´s the Queen with the pretty eyes, Queen Chrysalis. WAIT! Why is she going away? Where is she going? WAIT, DON´T LEAVE ME HERE!´ She sunk into her throne with a content sight, fixing her gaze on to you once again. The paranoid train of thought isn´t stopping ´Why did she sigh? Does she hate me? Why is she so far above me? Is she going to judge me? FUCK FUCK FUCK I AM GOING TO BE JUDGED!´ your eyes start darting around the throne room once again, looking for an escape, something to take solace in. They can´t find it.

You´ve been sitting down comfortably in your throne just as you were before he showed up for quite some time now, content in observing his drug fueled idiocy. ´How long has it been since he snapped and stopped responding?´ you wonder... ´couldn´t have been any longer than half an hour´ you come up with an answer. You´re growing slightly worried for your new... pet? subject? Yes, subject would be a good way to describe him, he did address you ´my Queen´ after all.

´Why was he just sitting there?´ is what you pondered. The damn creature, Anonymous, is extremely distraught, panicked, anxious, outright terrified, and yet, he just sits there, his eyes darting around the room and occasionally fixing on you. He´s getting worse. How long is he even going to be like this? ´Has the thought of moving simply failed to occur to him or is he stationary out of fear?´ you try to understand the human as he described himself, you try in vain. Finally you think ´Shouldn´t I help?´ indeed you should help your newest subject, show him that his queen is a benevolent one, one that cares for her subjects. But how do you help him? Magic away the inebriation? No, you don´t know what he has in him or even if it would work... Console him? How would you even begin, you´re not particularly well versed in such matters. Besides, you don´t even know how social relationships work in these creatures... He does seem to like your eyes...

With a sigh you get up from your comfortable seat and approach Anon, his gaze locking on to you the second you started to move. A couple of steps in front of him you stop, and lie on the ground, making yourself comfortable by folding your legs under you. You´re exactly eye level now. Perfect! He´s panicking a bit more, you decide to speak in an attempt to calm him.

"I know you´re scared" BIG MISTAKE, the disgusting taste of his fear permeates the room like never before. Quickly you try to mend your mistake. "Don´t worry, I am a nice queen. I don´t want to scare you." You talk to him like you would to a foal. It seems to work. You flash him a warm smile further reducing his state of panic. He´s staring in to your eyes again.

"You have very pretty eyes, so deep and green, I think I could drown in them if I was small enough to get in." He proclaims with a dumb smile.

´She´s nice, like a mother.´ you think... well she probably is, a queen ought to have a princess somewhere to take over someday. Fuck I am trailing of again, need to focus my thoughts... HEY! I can think now, the panic is gone. You´re glad you´re regaining some semblance of rationality. Am I coming down? Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck... How long has it been again? No idea, NO IDEA AT ALL. Wait... Why not ask?

"How long has it been?... Sorry, I forgot, forgive me, your highness, for being casual."

She let´s out a warm chuckle, she seems to really be friendly. Good!

"No need for your apologies, I can not fault you, you don´t seem to be feeling well after all. Now, let me see, It´s been just over half an hour since you started to get panicked, and that in itself started about twenty minutes after your sudden arrival. So you´ve been here, in my throne room, for approximately an hour"

"FUCK! At least five more hours before this shit calms down." you mutter under your breath, the Queen clearly hearing and raising an eyebrow at the statement. Now at regular volume you voice your gratitude: "Thank you, my Queen." A grin forming on her face upon hearing that.

You stare a bit, indulge your gaze in her eyes. Once again, they´re getting prettier, greener and deeper... aw fucking hell, It´s coming back up, the walls deepen their breathing, the patterns grow more complex and swirl and flow faster, more noticeably. Why does this always come in waves, I hate this, Acid is good, come up, peak, come down, not this shit. It´s foul, it always tricks me. Immortal little assholes ´you cannot kill me in any way that matters´ my ass, I hate this false sense of security.

With those being your last mostly coherent thoughts before you´re plunged right back into chaos without your consent for, for you, the foreseeable future, objectively, several dozen minutes. This roller coaster of, blasted off your balls one minute and mostly sober the next, was your favorite aspect of the drug... Unless the trip turned bad of course. Then it was sheer, unmasked fucking hell!

Author's Note

midway through vomiting words in to here i suddenly got a though, what would it look like if Raoul Duke/Hunter S. Thompson showed up in Equestria maybe with his dear friend and attorney... yea i got lost in thought pacing around my room for an hour, i can´t keep doing this shit i bet there´s some kind of disorder that this would be called.