Is Your Friendship Mistaken?

A/N: WARNING!  This chapter contains excessive cursing and profanity.  If you are sensitive to such material, PM myself or someone else and ask for a synopsis, because I’m not writing another chapter for people who didn’t understand the ‘Teen’ rating on this story.  If you’re still reading this, I’m probably not going to be doing episode chapters.  If I must, I’ll just do the Gala or something.

Kyle groaned loudly into the emptiness.  He had a massive headache, and didn’t even feel like opening his eyes.  Not that he would, headache or no, but it was all the more reason to stay asleep.  His defeat had been so crushing that he didn’t feel like doing anything ever again.  In short; he felt like before his little stint into Equestria.  He felt like crap, and there was no reason to try and feel better.

But of course, he was disturbed by Twilight.  Well, at least he knew where he was.  “What do you want?”  He asked, irritated beyond belief.

“I said, you need to get up.  There’s a lot to do and we might need your help.”

Suddenly, he snapped.  He went through all this.  All that pain, not only on his part, but on Luna’s as well, just so he could go back to regular life?  Not happening.

He shot up, and moved toward her, his headache forgotten.  “Just back off” He hissed.

“Kyle,” She began, suddenly sympathetic, “I understand what you’re goin-“

“No you don’t,”  He said, his voice turning lower and much darker, then he raised in, his rage bolstered by his current thoughts, “You can tell Whority, Rainbow Dick, Apple Jerk-Off, Pinkie Piss, and Fuckershy that I’m done.  I’m not gonna help you do anything.”

“Kyle, what’s wrong?  Why the names?  Do you need my help?”  Twilight asked, not understanding the nature of the names he was throwing around.  She was concerned, and that fact was more than evident on her equine features.

He turned to go, but was stopped by a stabbing pain in his leg.  He collapsed, his head colliding with the floor.  He raised himself off the floor slightly, only to see a quill lodged in his thigh.  He looked at Twilight with an expression of remorse.  She merely looked at him, irritation showing on her face slightly, but quickly turning to sorrow.  “Princess Celestia said that humans have a tendency to block out most everything when they’re mad.  She said that pain would be necessary.  I’m sorry that I had to do that.”

“What’s your damage?  First everything was magical happy first-world pony land, and now you’re acting like I’m some sort of monster to be feared.”  He replied, his rage growing.

She replied in a manner that could only be called dutiful, but by the same token, her voice softened; “You need us.  If you help us then you help yourself.  That means you can get out of here that much quicker.  Don’t you want that?”

“I don’t have a home to go to anymore.  And to be honest, I don’t care.  You can all burn in hell.  I don’t give a shit anymore.”  He yanked the quill out of his leg and snapped the tip off before getting up and limping out the door to Celestia knows where.  Actually, that wasn’t fair to Celestia, she probably didn’t know either.

After several hours walking, he found himself back at the line of evergreen trees that marked the edge of the Everfree Forest.  Kyle found this stupidly ironic, seeing as how it was where he entered Equestria.

The youth dragged his weary legs over to one the trunk of one of the trees near the border of the forest.  Using the body of the tree as a backrest, he leaned back and took a sighed.  His lack of hateful thought brought calm thought to his mind.  This thought spawned realization of the consequences; that realization entered his mind like a somber needle.

“Balls,” He muttered to himself “What do I do now?  I suppose it doesn’t matter.  I didn’t hurt anyponies, so don’t think I invoked the wrath of that tyrant bitch Celestia.”  Then he noticed a large, dark shape meandering towards him through the thick brush.

The boy realized that his idea to wander into a dangerous area alone probably wasn’t his most well-thought out plan as he prepared to fight whatever dared to disturb him in his still-simmering ire.

The shape wandered until it was not five feet away from him.  It was probably a foot taller than him, and vaguely human in shape.  A voice floated out of the figure: “You ignorant little fool.  Do you know what you’re doing?”

He very suddenly took in a breath.  Another human?  Here?  But his fury blocked out other rational thought.  “Look, I don’t care who you are, but you have no idea what I’ve had to go through.”

“I don’t care, either” The thing replied flippantly.  “I just have to do my job.  First, you still have a lot to learn in this world, so you’re staying.  Secondly, you have to make a choice.  You may stick with the obscene power granted to you by the sinful little spirit that possessed you, or you can lose it altogether in exchange for a different power.”

“Do I have to decide?”

“Well, you can choose which power you will wield, or you can burn alive for the next two centuries.  Now, back to what I was saying, if you keep your current power, you can have everything you ever wanted for the rest of your natural life.  You have the power to break out of Equestria if you wanted to.”

Kyle held up his hands in a gesture for the figure to stop, “You’re telling me I can leave whenever I want?”

“Just like the being before it, the magic you possess is fueled by want, need, and desire.  If anything fits those requirements, than you may activate your power to act upon it.  Look, to be perfectly honest, I don’t have a lot of time to be debating all this, so here’s two scrolls.  The orange one is in favor of other power, and the green one is in favor of your current power.  Make a choice.  I’ve got much better things to do.”

With that, the being disappeared.  There was no flash of light or dramatic exit, it was just gone.

Two scrolls of the designated colors appeared at Kyle’s feet.  He took a look at the purple one first.  It detailed in a very long paragraph how there would be no consequences to this power and that he would be happy all his life.  It was very long, but made a convincing argument.  The orange one was much different.

Inside were the words:

It doesn’t really matter what power you choose.  You will never feel the effects of either in your lifetime.  I suggest you just pick one and get on with your life.  None of us have the time to sit around doting on you.  Make a decision and get on with it.

Kyle didn’t know why, but he suddenly got a very bad feeling about Blackheart’s magic.  It felt very powerful.  So powerful, that he felt he shouldn’t handle it.  But it promised him that he could spend forever with everyone he loved.  He wouldn’t have time to worry, he and everyone else would be happy.  But what about after he was gone?

He knew this decision was going to affect how everything played out.  This was it.  Make or break.  Why did he have to do this?

A/N: Well, this story is drawing to a close.  We might be seeing one or two more chapters before I start running on into the non-canon material.