ESC↩️

by NJH12

Rating: teen
Tags: Violence, Twilight Sparkle (EqG), Crossover, Human, Gore, Spike (EqG), Other, Equestria Girls, Sex, Main 7 (EqG), Profanity
Length: 2723

They did it, Pommi, Ragatha, Gangle, Zooble, Jax, Kingler, hell even Bubble and Cain escape the amazing digital circus, but there troubles is far from over...

Twilight Sparkle (EqG) actually did have friends before Sunset Shimmer, Digital friends sure, but friends nonetheless, in the game 'The Amazing Digital Circus', now with her real friends and magical geodes, she will free her first friends. They will ESCape. Even if that means she puts on the VR headset, and possibly be stuck forever.

Published 2025-02-10 04:20:00 UTC
Last updated 2025-02-10 04:20:00 UTC

ESC↩️: Prologue

The flickering fluorescent lights of the Canterlot High computer lab hummed a monotonous tune, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing inside Twilight Sparkle. Her fingers hovered over the dusty VR headset, a relic from a bygone era of gaming technology. It looked harmless enough, a bulky plastic contraption from 1995, but it held the key – or perhaps the lock – to a secret she’d guarded for years.

Sci-Twi, as she was known now, had friends before Sunset Shimmer, before the magic of Equestria, before she even truly understood the power of friendship. They were digital phantoms, sprites on a screen, but they were hers. They’d shared laughter, triumphs, and even virtual tears in the game "The Amazing Digital Circus." Then, they vanished. Trapped. Consumed by the game itself.

A shiver ran down her spine. She could almost hear their digital voices echoing from the depths of the machine, distorted and desperate. They were her responsibility. She had to save them.

“Sugarcube, are you sure about this?” Applejack’s voice cut through her thoughts. She stood in the doorway, her brow furrowed with concern. Sunset Shimmer stood beside her, her expression mirroring Applejack’s worry.

Sci-Twi took a deep breath, trying to quell the rising tide of anxiety. “I have to, girls. Do you know how long they’ve been in there? Years. Digital years, maybe, but time is still a factor. If there's a way out, no matter how slim, I have to take it.”

“But… this headset,” Sunset began, gesturing toward the device. “It looks dangerous. What if something happens to you?”

Sci-Twi’s gaze hardened. “I’ve analyzed every possible option. If we had more time, I’d explore them all. But time isn’t on our side. If I wait any longer, they might… they might not be the same. Their minds, their bodies… I have to do this. Not just for them, but for myself. They will escape. Even if I’m trapped in there forever.”

Her words hung heavy in the air. Sunset and Applejack exchanged a look, understanding the unwavering determination in Sci-Twi’s eyes. They knew better than to try and dissuade her.

“We won’t try to change your mind,” Sunset said softly. “Just… come back to us, Twilight.”

Sci-Twi offered a weak smile. “No promises, Sunset. Hope to see you soon.”

She turned to her modified computer setup. It was a Frankensteinian creation, cobbled together from spare parts and arcane tech. It was slow, painfully so, but it was the only way to interface with the ancient VR headset. With a click, she turned on the machine. The familiar ba-dum-tss of an old Windows boot-up echoed through the lab, followed by the tinny chimes of the "Amazing Digital Circus" game's intro music. The game struggled to load, the progress bar inching forward at a snail’s pace. But finally, after what felt like an eternity, the game started.

Sci-Twi placed the headset over her head. The world outside the lab began to pixelate and distort, the transition agonizingly slow. She had time for a dozen second thoughts, but she pushed them down. The distorted sounds of the Digital Circus grew louder, mingling with a second, distorted Windows boot-up jingle. A single pixel in her vision slowly refined itself, becoming a blocky, 1995-resolution image. A slight sting pulsed through her head as she was fully pulled into the digital realm.

When her vision cleared, she found herself in a bizarre, brightly colored landscape. Giant, lopsided tents stretched towards a sky that swirled with cotton candy clouds. The air smelled of popcorn and something vaguely metallic. A discordant melody, like a broken carousel, echoed through the strange circus grounds.

Her body felt… different. Lighter, somehow. She looked down and gasped. She was no longer human. Her skin was a soft lavender, her hands and feet now hooves. She was… a pony. But not quite. She was bipedal, standing on two legs, her form more anthropomorphic than equine. Her outfit was a strange amalgamation of her usual style and something… theatrical. Imagine a regular scientist’s lab coat and goggles, but her hair was a mess, sticking straight up as if she’d been caught in an explosion, giving her a slightly mad scientist vibe.

A figure approached her, a jester with a painted smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Welcome, new human… wait,” the jester tilted her head, her bells jingling. “Something’s… different.”

Sci-Twi’s heart pounded in her chest. This was it. She was finally here.

“Hi,” she said, her voice trembling slightly. “I’m Twilight Sparkle. Or, to my other friends, Sci-Twi. And all of you… you were my first friends. I’m here to get you out of here.”

Pommi's painted smile faltered, replaced by a look of intense confusion. Then, the word "out" registered. Her eyes widened. "Out? Do you mean... escape? From here?" The confusion melted away, replaced by ecstatic hope. "Yes! Yes, we have to leave! We have to tell the others!"

Pommi grabbed Sci-Twi’s hand, pulling her towards a nearby tent. “Cain! Bubble! There’s a way out!”

The tent flap swung open, revealing a chaotic scene. Cain, a tall, slender figure with a perpetually bewildered expression, was juggling pixelated orbs. Bubble, a smaller, rounder figure, was attempting to teach a group of pom-pom creatures to do card tricks.

“Out?” Cain blinked, his juggling act faltering. “Out of… here?”

“Yes!” Pommi exclaimed, practically vibrating with excitement. “This is Twilight Sparkle. She’s the one who fixed things! Remember? The glitches? The better resolution? The memories coming back?”

"Wait, back up, you are saying we will be able to leave for real," Jax questioned.

"It does sound nice to be not a stuffed doll," Ragatha said.

"And I won't need masks to express my feelings," Gangle replied.

"So I can finally be able to cuss again. [Censered] Yeah!" Zooble said.

Cain’s eyes widened as he looked at Sci-Twi. “You… you did all that?”

Sci-Twi nodded. “I did what I could. I’m Twilight Sparkle, or Sci-Twi to some. I was… your friend, before. I know you were trapped here. I fixed as many of the bugs as I could, updated your digital forms, and restored most of your memories.”

Cain’s bewildered expression softened. “The memories… yes. I remember… fragments. Thank you.” He snapped his fingers, and with a poof of pixels, the other digital humans appeared around them. The Black Queen known as Queenie, Kingler's wife, stood amongst them, along with several others.

Pommi turned to the group. "She says there's an exit! A way to leave this place! And she's going to help us!"

Queenie, a regal figure in a pixelated gown, looked at Kingler with a mixture of hope and apprehension. Kingler, a stout, jovial figure, squeezed her hand reassuringly.
The other digital humans murmured amongst themselves. Some looked hopeful, others hesitant.

Sci-Twi stepped forward. “I know this is a lot to take in. I know your names are still… inaccessible. I couldn't break through those firewalls. But I did manage to restore most of your other memories. I was your friend, before. I wouldn't lead you into danger.”

The mention of their restored memories seemed to sway the hesitant ones. They nodded a flicker of recognition in their eyes. They remembered something of their past lives and trusted Sci-Twi.

Cain and Bubble, however, remained unconvinced. “The human world…” Bubble mumbled, nervously adjusting her clown nose. “It’s so… different. We’ve been here so long…”

Pommi placed a hand on Bubble’s shoulder. “We can’t stay here forever, Bubble. We deserve a chance at a real life. A life where we can… breathe, eat, sleep… remember everything.”

Cain looked at Pommi, then at the others, then back at Sci-Twi. He saw the genuine hope in their eyes, the yearning for something more. With a sigh, he nodded. “Alright. Let’s go.”

Sci-Twi smiled. “Then let’s get out of here.”

"Okay," Cain said, a hint of his usual bewilderment returning, "Bubble and I will need a moment. I'll get us bodies. Luckily, I'm able to interact with this digital world. Just give me a few minutes."

Twilight Sparkle nodded, her fingers flying across her digital keyboard. Lines of code scrolled across the screen, a flurry of commands and manipulations. "Good news," she announced after a few tense moments. "With the help of my friends in the real world, we've created bodies for Cain and Bubble. Now, I just need your digital codes."

Cain and Bubble exchanged a look, a flicker of apprehension in their eyes. This was it. The point of no return. They extended their hands, and shimmering strands of digital code flowed from their fingertips, connecting with Twilight's keyboard.

"And," Twilight continued, "I'm also sending you all an address. I've located your real bodies. They're all in comas, thankfully. Once you wake up, there will be a message with the meeting point. I know it will be disorienting at first, but this was the best I could do. I had very few options to get as many of you out as possible."

Her voice faltered. "The other abstractions… besides Queenie and Kaufmo, it was too late. I'm so sorry. I couldn't save them all. They were… too damaged. I tried. I really did. But the other abstractions were too hard to fix. Any other friends you remember… I… I couldn't save them."

"Hey, at least you got Queenie and myself, which I'm glad to not be abstracted, let me tell you it wasn't pretty," Kaufmo said.

A heavy silence fell over the group. The digital humans exchanged somber glances. They knew the risks. They knew the limitations. They had been trapped in this digital purgatory for years, witnessing the slow decay of their fellow inhabitants. They understood.

Queenie stepped forward, placing a hand on Twilight's shoulder. "You did what you could," she said softly. "We are grateful for what you have done."

Kingler nodded in agreement. "We understand. It is a miracle that any of us are leaving at all."

Pommi, her earlier excitement tempered by the somber news, squeezed Twilight's hand. "Thank you, Twilight. For everything."

Bubble, still a little nervous, managed a small smile. "Thank you for giving us a second chance."

Cain simply nodded, his expression unreadable.

"Then," Twilight said, her voice regaining its determination, "let's go home."

"Alright," Twilight Sparkle announced, a surge of energy filling her. "I'm creating a proper exit, a doorway back to the real world. Pommi, you're up first. I'll make sure you make it through safely."

With a wave of her hand, a shimmering portal materialized in the air, crackling with energy. It looked like a doorway made of pure light, swirling with colors that seemed to shift and change every second.

Pommi, her painted smile now genuine, stepped towards the portal. She hesitated for a moment, glancing back at the others. "See you on the other side!" she called, then stepped through the shimmering doorway.

Twilight Sparkle focused her magic, monitoring the portal. A moment later, a ping echoed in her mind. "Pommi's through," she announced. "She's back in the real world."

Relief washed over the group. One by one, the other digital humans stepped through the portal, each transition monitored by Twilight. She felt a surge of satisfaction with each successful crossing. She was doing it. She was getting them out.

Finally, only Twilight, Cain, and Bubble remained.

"Okay," Twilight said, turning to Bubble. "You're next, Bubble."
Bubble, still looking a bit apprehensive, nodded. She took a deep breath and stepped through the portal. Another ping. "Bubble's through!" Twilight announced.

Now it was Cain's turn. He looked at Twilight, a flicker of understanding in his eyes. He knew the risks she was taking.
"Thank you, Twilight," he said quietly. Then, he stepped through the portal. The final ping confirmed his safe arrival.

Twilight Sparkle stood alone, facing the shimmering doorway. This was it. Her last chance. She knew the risks. If something went wrong, she could be trapped here forever. But she wouldn't have it any other way. Her friends were safe. That was all that mattered.

"My real-world friends," she murmured to herself, "if I don't make it through… you know what to do."

She took one last look around the bizarre digital landscape, a bittersweet feeling in her heart. Then, with a deep breath, she stepped through the portal.

Twilight Sparkle stepped through the shimmering portal. The world dissolved into a kaleidoscope of colors, then snapped back into focus. She blinked, expecting to see the familiar surroundings of her lab. But instead… nothing.

Back at the Canterlot High computer lab, Twilight Sparkle sat motionless in front of her computer, the VR headset still clamped over her eyes. The screen displayed a frozen image of the Digital Circus, a stark reminder of the world she had just left behind. She was completely unresponsive, seemingly unaware of the commotion she had caused, unaware that her friends were awake, unaware that they were looking for her.

However, unbeknownst to her friends, Twilight's prolonged silence wasn't due to her being trapped. The modified computer, struggling to run the ancient "Amazing Digital Circus" game, was simply taking an agonizingly long time to process her return. The transition back to the real world was proceeding at a snail's pace, her consciousness caught in the digital limbo between worlds. She was neither in nor out, suspended in a state of digital inertia.

Meanwhile, in the comfortable, if slightly cluttered, bedroom, Cain and Bubble's eyes flickered open. They sat up, their movements initially stiff and mechanical, but quickly becoming more fluid. They looked at their hands, their faces, their bodies. They were no longer pure code, but sophisticated robots. Their forms were humanoid, but with striking and unsettling deviations from human anatomy that made their non-human nature immediately, disturbingly, obvious.

Cain's robotic body mirrored his digital avatar with disturbing accuracy. He was tall and slender, his movements almost too precise, too controlled, like a marionette on invisible strings. His exterior was not skin, but a smooth, polished material, perhaps a type of metal or ceramic, with visible seams and joints. And, most disturbingly, his heterochromatic eyes, one a vibrant blue, the other a fiery red, were not in their usual place. They were embedded inside his mouth, visible when he opened his jaw, like twin jewels nestled amongst his teeth. It was a grotesque, yet fascinating, detail that made him both familiar and alien. There was no mistaking him for a human; he was a machine.

Bubble's robotic form was equally bizarre. Her head was a perfect replica of a Chain Chomp from the Mario games, complete with snapping jaws and sharp teeth. This metallic, monstrous head was perched atop a humanoid robotic body, giving her an almost comical, yet menacing, appearance. The body itself was otherwise humanoid in shape but constructed of clearly artificial materials, perhaps painted metal or plastic. The stark contrast between the playful, cartoonish head and the relatively normal body created an unsettling dissonance. It was as if a child's drawing had come to life, but as a robot, with a touch of something sinister lurking beneath the surface. The Chain Chomp head, snapping its jaws idly, was a clear and undeniable sign that she was anything but human.

Just then, the door to the bedroom opened, and Sunset Shimmer, Applejack, and the rest of Twilight’s real-world friends rushed in, their faces etched with relief.

“You’re awake!” Sunset exclaimed, her voice filled with emotion. “Thank goodness!”

They crowded around Cain and Bubble, offering tentative hugs and words of welcome. Cain and Bubble, still adjusting to their new robotic forms, responded with a mixture of confusion and gratitude. Cain’s movements were stilted as he tried to get used to his new body, his jaw movements particularly awkward due to the placement of his eyes, making his speech slightly garbled. Bubble tilted her head, the Chain Chomp head snapping open and shut a few times as if testing its range of motion, her humanoid body swaying slightly under the weight of the large metallic head.

“Twilight?” Applejack asked, her gaze scanning the room. “Where’s Twilight?”

Sunset’s smile faltered. “She… she’s still at the lab.”

A wave of unease washed over the group. They knew the risks Twilight had taken. They knew she might be trapped. But they didn't know the real reason for her continued absence.