The bell rang to signify the end of the day, and as I packed my bag, my heart beat with excitement.

This is it.

This is where they’ll ask me to hang out. Maybe we’d go to Sugarcube Corner, just like in the show. I could practically taste the milkshakes and hear the laughter echoing from their usual booth. Spending time with them

bonding with Sunset—felt like a dream about to come true.

I hurried to the front doors of the school, adrenaline fueling every step. I spotted them almost immediately, Sunset, Applejack, Rainbow Dash, Fluttershy, Rarity, and Pinkie Pie, huddled together, chatting and laughing. My nerves tingled as I approached.

This is it,

But then, Sunset turned to me and gave a small wave. “See you tomorrow!”

“Yeah, bye!” Pinkie Pie chimed in, her usual bubbly energy in full force.

“Later!” Applejack added with a tip of her hat.

And just like that, they were gone. They turned as a group and walked off together, chatting amongst themselves.

The warm anticipation I’d felt just moments ago evaporated and was replaced by a hollow ache.

What? That’s it?

No invite? No “hey, want to come with us?” Nothing? I shoved my hands into my pockets, trying to mask the disappointment that threatened to take over.

“Guess it’s still too early”

They’re probably still getting to know me. That’s all it is. Right?

I stood near the doors for a moment more, watching them disappear down the street, until a familiar voice interrupted my thoughts.

“Hey, big b,” Snowdrop called, walking toward me. Her expression was softer than usual, her gaze a little uncertain. “You ready to go?”

“Yeah, let’s go.”

As we walked, the sound of our footsteps on the pavement filled the silence. Snowdrop glanced at me a few times, her fidgeting telling me she had something on her mind.

“Hey…” she started, her voice hesitant. “I just… I wanted to say sorry again. For what I said to Sunset. It wasn’t fair, and I feel awful about it.”

Her words pulled me out of my spiraling thoughts, and I gave her a small smile. “It’s okay, Snowy. You already apologized. Sunset’s cool, she knows you didn’t mean it.”

She nodded but didn’t look convinced. “Still… I feel like I messed up. I just didn’t know how to deal with everything. New school, new people, and then you’re all buddy-buddy with someone everyone whispers about… I got scared, I guess.”

Her words stung a little, but I understood. “Hey, I get it. Change is hard. But you’re doing okay. You’ve got the Crusaders now, right?”

That got a small smile out of her. “Yeah, they’re great. Apple Bloom’s hilarious, and Sweetie Belle wants me to join their… um, what do they call it? Cutie Mark Crusader thing?”

“Sounds about right,” I said with a chuckle. “They’ll take good care of you.”

Snowdrop fell quiet after that, and my thoughts drifted elsewhere,to the gnawing unease that had been following me all day. I couldn’t stop thinking about the entity that had spoken to me, the searing pain in my arm, and the cryptic warning it had left behind.

No shortcuts.

The words echoed in my mind like a mantra.

What does it even mean?

I can’t use what I know about this world without paying for it somehow? I know every villain, every challenge, every quote by heart. How the hell am I supposed to help anyone if I can’t use that knowledge?

Frustration boiled in my chest, but I pushed it down. Snowdrop didn’t need to see me like this, not when she was already feeling guilty.

Still, the questions gnawed at me. What even was that entity? Some kind of divine overseer? A cruel reminder that I wasn’t really a part of this world? I clenched my fist, feeling the faint throb in my bandaged arm.

Was this punishment? Or a warning of worse things to come?

“Hey,” Snowdrop said, pulling me out of my thoughts. “You okay? You’ve been quiet.”

“Yeah, just thinking about… stuff.”

She raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced, but didn’t press the issue. “Well, don’t think too hard, okay? You’re not great at it.”

I let out a small laugh, grateful for her attempt to lighten the mood. “Yeah, yeah. Thanks for the vote of confidence.”

By the time we got home, the weight of the day felt heavier than before. As Snowdrop went inside her room, I stood in the corridor, staring at my wrapped arm.

“No shortcuts,” I whispered to myself. “Fine. If that’s how it has to be, then I’ll figure it out. One step at a time.” I went into my room, flopped onto my bed and let out a long sigh, staring at the ceiling.

My arm throbbed faintly, and I glanced at the bandage. It looked rough, frayed at the edges and slightly darkened from the blood that had soaked through earlier.

Maybe it does need stitches after all I thought grimly. I peeled the bandage off slowly, hissing at the sting as the fabric tugged at the raw wound.

“Woah,” I whispered, staring at the deep, jagged line running along my arm. The edges were red and angry, and it looked worse than I’d let myself admit earlier.

Definitely not normal.

“Nah,” I mumbled to myself. “Don’t have time for this.” I fumbled with the old bandage, wrapping it back around my arm.

Yeah, I know, it’s bad, but whatever.

All I wanted was to crawl under the covers, turn on my laptop, and lose myself in an episode of—oh.

I froze, staring blankly at my desk. There was no laptop. No show to escape into.

The laugh that bubbled up felt hollow and bitter. “Oh God, I’m dumb,” I muttered, shaking my head at the cruel irony of it all.

“Yeah, you are,” came a voice from the doorway.

I yelped, spinning around to see Snowdrop leaning casually against the frame, a smirk on her face.

“Geez, Snowy!” I said, clutching my chest. “Don’t scare me like that!”

“Sorry, not sorry,” she said with a shrug, her grin unrepentant. She sauntered into the room, her eyes immediately zeroing in on my arm. “Again, what happened to your arm?”

“Nothing,” I said quickly, pulling the sleeve of my shirt down over the bandage.

“Uh-huh,” she said, clearly not buying it. She leaned closer, her face full of exaggerated suspicion. “Let me see.”

“No, it’s fine—”

Before I could stop her, she darted forward and poked my arm right where the wound was.

“OW!” I yelled, jerking back. “Why would you do that?”

Snowdrop laughed, a mischievous glint in her eyes. “Huh. That’s weird. Nothing hurts you, but you’re still reacting?” She poked me again, just to prove her point.

I swatted her hand away, glaring at her. “Stop it! You’re the worst.”

“And you are dumb” she shot back, sticking out her tongue.

“Yeah? Well, you’re annoying,” I retorted, but there was no heat in my words.

Snowdrop just grinned, completely unfazed. “Eyyy, no need to be mean, big bro.” She crossed her arms, tilting her head as if to appraise me. “You’re lucky you’ve got me, you know.”

“Oh, lucky me,” I said dryly, rolling my eyes.

“Exactly!” she said, ignoring my tone entirely. She flopped onto the edge of my bed, her demeanor softening as she looked at me. “Seriously, though… you should take care of that arm. You don’t want it to get worse.”

“Yeah… I’ll figure it out”

Snowdrop studied me for a moment, her teasing smile fading into something more thoughtful. “Hey,” she said softly, “whatever’s going on… you know you can talk to me, right?”

There was a wisdom in her eyes that didn’t match her age.

“I mean it” she said, her voice gentle but firm. “You’re my brother. I might be annoying—”

“Might be?” I cut in with a small smirk.

She rolled her eyes, but her smile returned. “Fine, I’m definitely annoying. But I’m also here for you. Always.”

The lump in my throat grew, and I had to look away. “Thanks Snowy”

“Don’t mention it,” she said, hopping off the bed. As she headed for the door, she paused and turned back, sticking her tongue out at me one more time. “But seriously, take care of that arm, dumb-dumb.”

I chuckled despite myself. “Yeah, yeah. Goodnight, Snowdrop.”

“Night, big bro,” she said, flashing me one last smile before disappearing down the hall.

Her footsteps faded down the hallway, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I glanced at the clock on my bedside table.

Still early I thought.

Too early for bed, too late to start anything new.

“Well, so much for my show” I muttered to myself. No episodes to binge, no familiar characters to distract me. Just me, my thoughts, and the quiet of this strange, surreal world.

“Eh, might as well sleep,” I said out loud, even though I wasn’t really tired. I rolled onto my side, thinking about how the day had gone. It hadn’t been all bad, Snowdrop had softened my mood, but there was still this gnawing feeling in the pit of my stomach.

“Homework,” I groaned, the word dragging itself out of me like a chore in itself. “I’ll do it when I wake up,” I decided, though I already knew that was a lie. Tomorrow me would hate tonight me for it, but that was a problem for later.

I reached over to the bedside drawer, fumbling it open. Nothing. My hand felt around for a familiar box that wasn’t there.

“Aw, for fuck’s sake,” I muttered, leaning over to peer inside.

No smokes. Great.

I sat back, running a hand through my hair as frustration bubbled up.

Right. New world. New rules. No smokes.

“Sixteen” I said quietly to myself. “They wouldn’t sell them to me even if I tried.” I leaned back against the headboard, arms crossed.

Dad was still smoking when I was sixteen…

The thought lingered for a moment before I shook my head.

Nope. Too much trouble.

The idea of finding some shady guy to grab a pack for me crossed my mind briefly, but I shut it down just as quickly. “No,” I said firmly. “I won’t smoke. This is the new me.”

The words felt strange coming out of my mouth, but I meant them. I let out a small laugh, the sound surprising me.

Maybe there’s hope for me yet.

The drawer closed with a quiet thud, and I stretched out on the bed again, the soft sheets cool against my skin. It was strange to think about the difference, no cramped back room, no scratchy blankets that smelled faintly of grease and cigarettes. Just comfort.

“Guess I’ll shower in the morning,” I muttered, closing my eyes.

And then, there it was. That face. Sunset. Her fiery hair, those piercing turquoise eyes that seemed to see right through me. Weird, I thought. It’s so weird that she’s real now.

I’d fallen asleep thinking of her before, back when she was just a character on a screen. Now, she was more than that. She was someone I could talk to, someone I could…

I felt my cheeks heat up and quickly shook the thought away. Focus, idiot.

Still, as I pulled the blanket up and let the day’s exhaustion pull me under, I couldn’t help but smile. With that smile i've fallen asleep. I stirred in the darkness of sleep, the kind that weighs heavy and drags you deep. But as I opened my eyes, I realized I wasn’t in my room.

Clouds. Endless clouds. They stretched in every direction, pure white like freshly fallen snow. There was no floor beneath me, yet I stood. There was no sky above, just an infinite void of light.

“Where t…?” I muttered, but the words stuck in my throat as a presence loomed before me.

It wasn’t a person. It wasn’t even a thing.

It was everything and nothing at once.

Colors rippled across its surface—red, green, gold, black, blue. Shapes twisted in and out of focus—a towering shadow, a flickering flame, a colossal beast, and then something small, almost human.

It was impossible. It changed every fraction of a second, a blur of form and function that my mind could barely process. My stomach churned just looking at it, my knees trembling as I tried to make sense of what stood before me.

I opened my mouth to speak, to demand answers, but before a sound escaped, it happened.

My mouth snapped shut as if invisible hands had seized it. Then came the stitches. Needles pierced my skin, weaving thread through my lips in violent, jerking motions. The pain was immediate, sharp, and all-consuming. I clawed at my face, trying to rip them out, but my hands were useless. The stitches only tightened, pulling until I could taste my own blood...

I screamed, or tried to. The sound was muffled, trapped behind the cruel handiwork.

Then, it spoke.

“Who do you think you are… trying to speak before me?”

The voice was everywhere. It wasn’t one voice, but countless voices layered atop each other, male, female, young, old, human, and inhuman. It echoed in my ears and in my chest, vibrating through every atom of my body.

“I am the one,” it said, the words slow and deliberate. “The one who offered you life. A life in the world you desired the most.”

The entity stepped, or rather, shifted, closer, its form growing larger, darker, more oppressive.

“And this…” Its tone darkened, the voices blending into something sharp and cutting. “This is how you repay me? Such disgrace.”

Pain shot through me like lightning as my legs gave way. No, not gave way—they were gone.

My breath hitched with terror as I peered down. Blood gushed from the stumps where my legs had been, and the pain was so great that I almost passed out. My body crumpled yet I did not fall. The clouds lifted me up, teasing me with their tenderness while my blood pooled underneath me.

“Pathetic” the entity hissed. Its form split into countless copies, each identical yet unique in the way they shifted and shimmered. They surrounded me, filling the endless horizon, an army of impossible beings.

“I am nowhere and everywhere,” it said, a cacophony of voices reverberating in my skull. “There is no escape. No hiding. No respite.”

The clones dissolved, merging back into a singular form that loomed over me like a god, or something far worse.

“Don’t even think of running,” it said, its tone laced with cruel amusement. “You cannot outrun me. You cannot outwit me. You cannot defy me.”

I tried to draw myself away by dragging my body across the clouds, but it was ineffective. The entity laughed, producing a tremendous and sinister sound similar to nails scratching against glass.

“And don’t bother killing yourself” it added, its form twisting into something grotesque and monstrous. “You’ll just come back. Again, and again, and again.”

It leaned closer, the space between us closing until its ever-shifting face was mere inches from mine. “You’re here for one reason, little puppet” it said, its many voices converging into a whisper that sent shivers down my spine.

“My entertainment.”

Its form twisted, stretching into a massive pillar of light and shadow before collapsing into a singular humanoid shape. It crouched down to my level, the faceless void where its head should be burning with malice.

“You will die”

I flinched, unable to look away.

“You will reincarnate”

“Again, and again, and again. Not for salvation. Not for redemption. But for one purpose alone.”

It leaned closer, the void shifting into an abyssal smile, its edges razor-sharp.

“To give me a show.”

The air grew colder and thicker. I couldn't breathe, think or move. My body froze in place as its voice echoed through my bones.

“You will try your best to help the ones you love most,” it said, the mocking edge in its tone sending chills down my spine. “You’ll pour your heart and soul into them, sacrificing everything.”

It tilted its head, its shifting form radiating smug satisfaction.

“And you will fail.”

The word echoed in my mind, an undeniable truth.

“Again and again, you will rise, only to fall. You will strive for success, only to taste failure. You will dream of becoming someone, only to remain no one.”

My chest felt tight, the weight of its words crushing me. My hands clenched into fists, though I couldn’t muster the strength to fight back.

“That’s what you’re here for,” it said, standing upright, its shadow enveloping me entirely. “To amuse me. To suffer for my entertainment.”

It laughed then—a sound so alien, so jagged, it made my ears ring.

“In exchange, I’ll grant you one small mercy,” it continued, its form expanding outward, filling the endless void. “You can have your little fun with those ridiculous, sentimental ‘cartoons for thoughtful adults.’”

Its laughter grew louder, shaking the very clouds beneath me.

“How deliciously pathetic,” it sneered, the infinite voices dripping with disdain. “You cling to them like a child clings to a security blanket. And for what? They are nothing. Just stories. Just fantasy. And now…”

It leaned closer, its many faces staring at me with contempt.

“Now they are your reality. You're nightmere”

I wanted to scream, to cry, to fight, but all I could do was tremble under its gaze.

“Who—what—are you?” I finally managed to choke out, my voice trembling as I fought against the overwhelming fear.

The entity paused, its form stilling for a moment. Then, it straightened, its shadow stretching high above me.

“I will honor you with my name,” it said, the voices soft yet powerful, like an ancient hymn sung by countless throats. “Not because you deserve it, but because I take no offense from worms. Remember it, worthless human, for it is the only shred of greatness you’ll ever touch.”

It leaned down, the air around it vibrating with raw, uncontainable energy.

“My name is ########.”

The sound of its name was indescribable, a combination of notes and tones that didn’t belong in this world. It wasn’t a word, it was a truth, something that burrowed into my mind and etched itself into my soul.

Before I could process it, the entity’s form expanded once more, filling every corner of the realm.

“Now begone,” it said, the voices growing thunderous. “You worthless human. Make your miserable existence worth my mercy.”

I tried to protest, to plead, but my body refused to obey.

Then, it happened.

My body exploded, not outward, but inward. It felt as if my very being was being torn apart, piece by piece. My skin was ripped away, my bones shattered, my muscles twisted and stretched until they snapped.

But I didn’t die.

The pain continued coming in waves, each one worse than the last. My arms were severed, my chest caved in, and my skull was crushed into nothingness, but I was still alive. I am still feeling everything.

It wasn't simply pain; it was misery and torment on a magnitude beyond my comprehension.

I wanted to shout, plead for mercy, but my voice was vanished.

I wanted to die, but the entity's words resonated through my mind: Don't bother killing yourself. You'll just be back.

So I did.

Over and over, I felt myself reconstruct, just to be ripped apart again. A thousand deaths and resurrections, each more agonizing than the previous.

The entity's laughing filled the air, a horrible symphony that just added to my suffering.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the pain stopped. I was whole again, lying on the clouds, my body trembling with the phantom echoes of agony.

The entity loomed over me, its form impossibly vast.

“Remember this moment, little puppet,” it said, its voice a whisper that carried the weight of the universe. “For it is only the beginning.”

With that, the clouds beneath me gave way, and I fell.

“NOOOOO! NONONO!” The scream tore out of my throat, raw and broken, as I jolted upright in bed. My body convulsed, and before I even knew what was happening, I rolled off the side and crashed onto the floor. Pain shot through my side, but it didn’t register fully. I was too caught in the chaos that clawed at my mind.

“No, no, no, no!” . My hand slapped against the ground, trembling, then shot up to cover my mouth as I rocked back and forth.

“Why, why, why, why,” I whispered, the words dissolving into nonsense. My fingers pressed harder against my lips as if that could keep the panic inside. My mind reeled, replaying fragments of that horrible, impossible place. The clouds. The shifting thing. The pain. The voice.

My chest tightened, and it felt like I couldn’t breathe. Every gasp for air turned into a broken whimper, my body writhing as though trying to escape the memories.

Then I saw her.

Snowdrop.

She stood in the doorway, her soft footsteps unnoticed until now. Her wide, concerned eyes met mine, and for a moment, I felt relief. She was here. She was—

Her head snapped clean off her shoulders.

Blood spattered the walls. Her lifeless body crumpled to the floor.

I screamed again, louder, a guttural cry ripped from my soul. My back hit the edge of the bed as I scrambled away from the vision, my legs kicking out uselessly to put more distance between me and what I had just seen.

But then—she was fine.

Whole again. Standing there as if nothing had happened.

It wasn’t real. It wasn’t real. But my mind didn’t care. My body didn’t care. The terror was real, and it gripped me like a vice.

“H-how—” My voice cracked, my breath hitching in uneven gasps. My heart pounded so loudly I could barely hear myself think.

Snowdrop’s face twisted in concern, her small frame moving swiftly toward me.

“Big bro!” she called out, her voice shaking with worry.

“No!” I flinched as she came closer, pressing my back harder against the bed. The mattress dug into my spine, a grounding pain that barely registered.

“It’s okay,” she said, kneeling beside me. “It’s okay, it was just a nightmare.”

I froze as her arms wrapped around me, her embrace warm and firm. The contact startled me, and for a moment, I couldn’t move.

Her voice softened, soothing and tender, like a balm for my raw nerves.

“It’s okay, big bro. I’m here. I’m here.”

Her words washed over me, and I let out a shuddering breath. My hands moved on their own, trembling as they reached out to touch her shoulders. She felt solid. Real. My fingers curled around the fabric of her shirt, gripping tightly as if she might vanish if I let go.

“You’re… you’re real,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

“Of course I’m real,” she said, leaning back just enough to look at me. Her wide, innocent eyes were full of worry, her brows furrowed as she tried to make sense of what was happening. “What happened? What’s got you like this, brother? Tell me.”

I wanted to tell her. I wanted to pour out everything—the entity, the endless pain, the way it toyed with me like I was nothing.

Instead, I just shook my head, my throat tightening with the effort to keep the words at bay.

“I… I had a nightmare,” I finally managed to say.

Her expression softened even more, and she reached out to brush a strand of sweat-soaked hair from my forehead.

“Just a nightmare,” she said, as if trying to convince both of us. “It’s over now. You’re safe. I’m here.”

Author's Note

Okey.... the story is starting now, we've had fun and everything but that's not for what mh is, not for our enterteiment but ####### It's my first time writing someone like this, i hope you like story like this, it was fun to whrite something like this, i'll think if the story will go other way or go straight like this. Have fun reading!