Guernica

My Little Pony: Guernica

Part Two

Chapter 8: We Sleep Inside Of This Machine

I collapsed in front of Fluttershy's body. Any idea I had about escaping no longer existed in my mind, and yet, before the mist hit, I took the opportunity to put on my gas mask. I wasn't sure if it was the mask or the fact that I'm not a cannon character- as Derpy Hooves alluded earlier- but I was spared the horrible fate.

As a result, I was fortunate enough to witness a dying world.

The first week, nothing change aside from the deaths of all the other ponies. The heavy haze of the mist didn't dissipate. I put Fluttershy's corpse in the castle court yard and dug her a grave. I dug five feet, then decided to dig another three. I figured, final funeral in Equestria, best not to half ass it. By the time her corpse was buried, the castle had began falling apart. The mist had more magical properties then just it's poison, apparently it worked on all sorts of adhesives… Glues, joints, nails, cement, no matter how permanent all rapidly started to decay. This occurred to the point that after two weeks, I could no longer stay in Canterlot… It simply wasn't safe.

Why was I still concerned about my safety? Funny. I didn't know then, I still don't know why. Chalk it up to survival instinct. Maybe I felt this worlds final days deserved some sort of witness. As I journeyed back to Ponyville, things only got worse. The vegetation slowly started dying off, rotting away, leaving not only the heavy musk of dead plant life in the air, adding to the rotting corpses of every single living being that had touched upon by the mist.

By the time I reached Ponyville itself, the entire village was collapsing into decay and I began to notice the ground began to slowly disappear. The grass… the earth would just disappear into an infinite whiteness wherever I stepped. Slowly this became more and more extreme, and by another week the area that had once been Ponyville, no I should say most Equestria itself, was nothing but a blank empty void. A void with me, the only "real" thing in it. I took to wandering again, searching the abyss hoping… just for something. Something that could possibly give me hope.

Eventually, I came across what I could only call a giant ball of energy. I was so overjoyed, I ripped off the gas mask and started hysterically laughing. I couldn't believe it, after what was probably weeks of searching, I had finally found something! SOMETHING IN THIS SEA OF NOTHINGNESS!

"Oy! What's that then?" The ball suddenly spoke, it shuddered as it did as if it was being disturbed, the central orb of light within it starting to focus on me like and awaking eye ball "Who the devil is laughing at me?"

"You… You speak?" I asked, surprised even my throat could udder the words, I had gone for so long with out needing a voice.

"Oh for the love of… I keep telling them we need a better apocalypse! That these confounded ponies always somehow survive the extinction event!" It sighed

"Extinction event?" I tilted my head "You're the one responsible for this?" I raised my voice.

"No, THEY, are" the orb explained, looking upwards into the abyss "The corporate jackasses! All they care about money, you know. They have no care about the fictional universes they create or destroy so long as it sells. The extinction event only happens when they cancel a television series to create a new one."

"Create a new one?" I ask.

"Well yes. Your Pony universe was wiped clean to create a new pony universe. Inevitably that one will be wiped to, they're never satisfied." Spoke the orb.

"So even if I killed you, they'd probably just replace you and keep doing it." I say defeated.

The orb laughs, heartedly "I'm not even sure I can die, I exist simultaneously across several universes. I'd probably welcome the rest! I don't do this job because I enjoy it don't you know!" It ends it's crescendo of laughter with a deep sigh. Noticing the defeated look on my face, it zooms in closer. "Hey c'mon now, it's not all bad."

I look at the orb, stern, I rip off my Brightside mask, crying "What about this isn't bad? MY WORLD IS DEAD. The girl I loved is DEAD. And for what? To make some aliens in another dimension more rich? That my entire existence was about their money?" I start breaking down "We… we were alive… We were worth so much more then money…."

"Hey…. Hey now…. Look I'm not going to lie to you, yes your situation does suck. Yes, you're being screwed. And no, even though I'm to abide by it, I don't agree with them. You're universe was bright, vibrant and filled with such colorful characters I don't know why they were canceling it… But they have." He pauses "But it's not all for not!"

I sniff "What do you mean?"

"This world mattered, to the children… to the fans that watched you all. It had a deep following, a following that years from now will look upon their memories and remember what a good time they had with this world, and it's characters. Maybe, maybe it deeply affected some of them, kept them out of trouble. To a large group of people, you were more then just dollar signs and cattle waiting for slaughter." The orb says. There's a moment of silence, during which I start openly sobbing. The orb turns a blueish color "…And for what it's worth…. I'm sorry."

I just cry. I know there's no point in anything at this point.

"I… I'm sorry that I had to kill your world. I'm sorry that when I finish what I'm about to say, I'll have to kill you too. I imagine this is coming across as very insincere, considering the circumstances, but I mean it. It's, it's just a horrible situation that none of us can help, even though we are all aware of it."

I pull a serrated knife from my utility belt in sheer defiance. I lunge at the orb, and it hits me with a blast of electricity, and suddenly become very self-aware that rapidly upwards from the lower half of my body I'm disintegrating into nothingness… my knife hit's the orb and bounces off. I never was created to win, was I?

My only purpose was to relay this story for someone to record, maybe it can warn the next generation early enough to have time to react before the mist comes back again. I don't know who that someone is, I just know he's there. He's been watching over me. Perhaps influencing me. I hope that cruel and apathetic being kills himself when he's done.

I'm sick of Gods.

The End

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(Gun Shot)