Misery of the heart, Madness of the mind.

by theblarglknight

Rating: teen
Tags: Queen Chrysalis, Adventure, Princess Celestia, Human, Main 6, Lyra, Princess Luna, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Comedy
Length: 5894

Why are we mad? Or am I just the only sane one? The name is Hatter, Mad Hatter if you will. And no, I am not insane as SOME PERSON would have you believe; though I am mad though. Very mad. Now then, let me tell you a story!

I am Hatter. Mad Hatter, no not from Alice in Wonderland, though the hat was stylish. But back to the point, I believe you do not understand madness. People call it an illness, I call it a gift. My story is long, though it feels so short. I cannot fathom how much I once regretted becoming the Hatter, but now that I am I might as well tell you all my story. But I must warn you.

There is no telling how deep the rabbit hole is, but only; where it goes.

Published 2013-05-22 19:10:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-08-07 18:51:41 UTC

Special beginnings, always begin with an end.

Humanity. What do you think when I say the word? I can tell you many things about humans. How they can be heroes that are worshiped for generations to come. Or how they can be evil war lords, that stop at nothing to leave pain, misery and death in their wake.

How their greed, and obsessions to become god-like has lead to them creating machines of ingenuity, happiness, death, and destruction. But if I find myself even likely attracted to them in anyway, it would be their fear of death. I was once like them. I feared death, I didn't want to die.

But when I did, I was offered a choice. On one side, I could go to the place where fear and pain are inevitable. To where I would live in eternal torment until the end of time. On the other hand, I could gain a job of value. A job that would not only make me immortal, the dream of most humans who fear death. But I would be able to watch humanity thrive and grow.

Or decay and crumble.

There was one point I would have said,

"I would do anything to be immortal!" but now that I think about it, I didn't really understand the meaning of anything.

Next thing I know, I'm sent spiraling through God's joke of some kind of water-slide, losing my sanity (and a few limbs) through the crazy contraption. When I landed on the other side, I was missing an arm, a head, and what looked like my lower half.

But that's a story for another time.

I am called Hatter. Mad Hatter. The name is as it suggest, though; I feel more insane then mad in actuality. I am what you humans have probably associated with "The Grim Reaper" in some cases, though I hardly have anything to do with the dead and the damned.

Where was I going with this? Oh yes, I am in a bit of a predicament. Everyone who has ever formed language have told stories, though in the case of the platypus's tongue; aRK nIuCk BvoW!

But let me tell you my story, from the beginning. No, not that beginning; don't want to have to explain the miracle of birth to you.

Now then in the beginning...

Equestria 755 A.D

{Human conquest war}

"Princesses!" A white royal guard in armor yelled as he ran to the regal sisters urgently.

The two sisters sat on their thrones, though one would be a fool to not know the names of the two. The oldest and tallest one would be the Princess of the sun, Celestia. The smaller, bluish one of the two was her little sister; Princess Luna.

Why do I describe them as that you may say? Well then shut it, this is the beginning of the end in my adventure. Or would it be the end to my beginning? Maybe it wouldn't be a beginning or ending at all! But back to before.

"Yes royal guard, do you have news from the West?" Celestia asked urgently as she waited patiently for the guard to catch his breath.

"Yes your majesties! The humans, they've conquered the Gryphon Capital! There's news that next is the land of the Diamond Dogs!" The guard explained with urgency, fear inevitable in his voice.

"Impossible! How should thy humans already be finished with the Gryphons!? Just the other morn they be pushed back by the Gryphons superior tactics!" Luna shouted with panic stricken fear.

"Calm my sister, we must keep level headed if we are to best the humans in this war." Celestia said soothingly calming her sister's panic.

"Your majesties, I may have a proposition." A mysterious unicorn appeared from behind the guard.

"Ah, hello there again Sir Ink Sword; I wish we could meet in times that weren't so dire." Celestia said to Ink Sword.

"Yes your highness I wish so as well, but I have word to believe that a creature resembling a human has been seen somewhere along the Equestrian borders."

"Where are you going with this if I might ask then? Everypony knows that most humans seen on the borders have mostly been spies." Celestia stated with uncertainty, though intrigued to what the unicorn had to say for himself.

"That is true to a point your highness, but this human; ponies say he is mentally disturbed."

"Then why does thou bring it up then? This human surely can't offer thy help to us, can he?" Luna asked with worry as to where this was all going.

Celestia thought for around five to ten minutes before finally coming to a conclusion.

"Send the some royal guards to retrieve this human, I wish to speak to him directly." Celestia ordered.

"Are you sure that's wise your highness? What if this human is dangerous?" The royal messenger guard from before asked with uncertainty.

"It is the only chance we have, send the guards." And with that, the meeting was ended.

Bar at the edge of Equestrian borders.

"And I said, laddy! If your going to stick your dick in something! Let it be yer wife! AH HA HA!"

Every one in the bar laughed with delight at the human's joke. When he first entered, ponies and a few gryphons became tense, but an hour or two later; and the whole bar was laughing at his jokes. But there were only a few ponies who glared at the human with malicious hate in there eyes.

"You know human, your alright. Where did you say you were from again?" The barkeep asked as he started cleaning another mug for more rounds.

"Oh? I've been here and there. I'm more of a drifter." The human replied casually as he shrugged his shoulders in contempt.

And here, is the main character of the story. Now, you might be thinking; "Gee mister Hatter! He sure ain't that mad now is he?" Well here is what I mean by beginnings. This human right here is special. Very special. It is he who shall die tonight, but also live forever. His name, is Jonathan Daylight. Catchy name, though Hatter still sounds better to me. But back to the story.

"Is that right then? Well I suggest you leave into minotaur country, there is no telling what might happen with the rest of your kind on our humble doorstep." The barkeep replied solemnly to the human's answer.

With a heavy sigh, the human looked back up to the barkeep's eyes; his own filled with regret and empathy.

"I am sorry for my kind waging war, it's one of the reason why I travel without more of them. Humans may be smart, charismatic, even kind. But were also known for our barbaric and war stricken ways as well." With that, Jonathan paid the barkeep as he exited, but as soon as he stood up, the door across opened up to reveal five royal guards.

"We are looking for a human, he is to come with us to meet thy Princesses. With, or without his own consent." The guard added lastly, glaring at Johnathan from across the room.

"Oi! And why would the Princesses be askin for me, eh? I ain't done nothing wrong!" The human yelled across to the guards in annoyance.

"Let's just get the stupid ape and drag'em to the Princesses! I'm tired of all this here talking!" One guard yelled before levitating a spear.

Just like the first, the rest including the leader followed. Jonathan looked at them worriedly as he noticed the five spears pointed at his direction, but merely smirked as he drew a tiny dagger from his belt and pointed it at the guards.

"Welp, you were the ones to attack first; so if it's a fight you want, it's a fight you'll get lads." And with that, all hell broke loose inside the bar.

One guard, using his magic; threw the spear across the room just in time for patrons and bystanders to get out of the way. As it came close enough to Jonathan, he merely side-stepped to the left to avoid; watching it harmlessly glide pass him and imbed itself into the wall behind the bar, to which to Jonathan's relief; the barkeep ducked and stayed low to the ground. As he looked back at the remaining guards he noticed the four with spears left get closer to him, surrounding him on all sides.

"Well you lot sure fight fairly, why all the hostility to me? Don't think I ever was that much of a bother to you all." Jonathan stated with curiosity, hoping to bide his time until the next attack.

"Ha! If it wasn't for the Princesses wanting you alive ape! We would've killed you for just being a public nuisance! You damn humans wage war with ALL of Equestria, then expect for you 'travelers' to just waltz right in and not get hanged for what your kind has done? Why, if I was in charge I would even hang them bloody other breeds too!" One guard shouted smugly with hate.

At this a new raised up.

"Human! You need any help?" A gryphon patron asked as he drew his sword and leaped to the Jonathan's side.

"Thanks mate, I owe ya a pint after this." Jonathan said as he felt more confidence knowing one of them had a sword.

"Count me into too human! We 'breeds' have to stick together as well." A scratchy voice yelled as a diamond dog jumped to his other side with mace in his hands.

"We will warn you citizens, back down and let us take the human; or we will cut you down for breaking the law." Another smug guard barked at the trio in warning.

"After that remark, I don't think so." The gryphon yelled as he broke into a defensive stance.

"You ponies just stopped hating each other, if you think you can pick on other breeds because of that; well you are surely mistaken." The diamond dog said.

"Yeah laddies, back off now and leave the people who want nothing to do with yer bloody war in piece will ya?" Jonathan yelled, flipping his dagger between his fingers.

The leader merely growled as he yelled one final word.

"ATTACK!"

Two of the guards attacked the gryphon who merely started parrying each attack then striking. The leader threw his spear to the smug guard from before who attempted to throw his own spear at Jonathan; now containing a weapon, him and the other guard went to the diamond dog, who was merely ducking and weaving from their attacks. That only left the leader of the guards and the human.

The captain pulled a hidden sword from before and gripped it in his magic. Charging at the human, he immediately started swinging for the weak points, to which Jonathan would dodge and deflect incoming blows with his dagger. The fight raged on for a few minutes before the Gryphon got the upper hand on a careless attack and severed the guards horn from his head. The guard screamed in immense pain before being knocked unconscious by a swift kick to his hornless head.

Distracted by his comrade's pain, the captain didn't know what hit him until he turned back to the human; immediately taking a wine bottle to the face and being knocked out.

"Two down, three to-" Jonathan was cut off as a scream pierced the air.

Turning in shock, he noticed the diamond dog from earlier with two spears going through his chest, before said spears were pulled out with a might *SHLUURK!*. The gryphon blocked another attack from the last pony, ignoring the death of the dog, but before he could counter, a spear pierced his leg as another went through his side. Jonathan could only watch in shock and horror as the guard his acquaintance was fighting before smiled evilly, before plunging his spear through his eye socket.

That was the final straw.

Grabbing the captains sword, he charged at the group of guards with a sword in one hand an a dagger in the other. The two guards who saw to play unfair didn't know the human was upon them until it was too late. With a mighty yell, Jonathan plunged the dagger into the head of the first guard, dropping it immediately; he then turned and swung the sword down onto the second guard, severing his head.

As Jonathan turned to the final guard, he noticed that he wasn't in the spot he thought he would be. But realizing to late, Jonathan let out a pent up scream of pain as he felt a spear puncture through his chest.

"You damn dirty human." The guard who called him an ape earlier said. "Celestia's order be damned, I'll see to it that every human who crosses the border be executed for what you've done!" He yelled in rage.

"And ponies call us the monsters..." Jonathan weakly whispered as the final guard raised a fallen spear and levitated it in front of his face.

"I hope you burn in hell or whatever religion you humans follow." And with that, the spear launched and stabbed Johnathan right through the forehead.

Yes that is right, not all stories end with happy endings now do they? But for now I think we will stop. This is merely the beginning for the human, but as I tell my story; well we won't be able to call him that for much longer now can we?

With madness comes great responsibility, but also with great weight. Both a gift and a curse as many would say. Until next time dear listeners, and remember; I am always watching.

Author's Note

First chapter! I will continue to write Tell it to a Dead-man, but I will also try working on this as well. Leave a like or favorite and comment below. Thank you.

Upon my head lay a hat.

"Who are you!?" Celestia screamed as the hatted man sat at the end of the long dining table.

Taking a sip of tea, he looked back at her and smiled.

"I am not a pony, me. Nor a sailor from the sea. Though I am not blue, I am a friend who's close to you." Was all he said as he vanished in thin air, leaving behind a single signed note.

Said note was entitled 'Your friend, The Mad Hatter.'

I sighed in relief as I relived old memories.

"Yes, that was one of the first times I've ever seen the Princess so scared in her life," I said as I trailed off. "Such a shame her sister was still on the moon; in any event it would be her to attack me first."

I turn toward you all as I finally realized you were watching.

"Oh! Hello again! I was wondering when you might show up! Now, I know Uncle Hatter promised to give you all cake; sadly, I couldn't think of what flavor. So I got you all the greatest, most sweetest flavor EVER!" I paused as I waited for your reaction.

"The flavor, is silence." I could only imagine the happiest smiles on your faces as you munched into the silent-flavored cake. "Now then, since you all are done with your cake, I think it's time we sped up the story a little bit. I know you all are dying to hear how exactly I became the Hatter; but I don't have much time left so that will have to wait. Now then, let us fast forward; to when our little not-so-human anymore woke up..."

Jonathan awakened screaming in pain. Said screams continued for about five minutes as he tried to get up and run, though without legs that was hardly going to work. Jonathan screamed and screamed till finally he went into a state of delirium. He just stared at his body, it hurt yes, but he found that even though he was bleeding profusely. He wouldn't die.

Jonathan stared until finally he shouted up into the darkness.

"WHAT IS THIS!? YOU SAID I WOULD LIVE FOREVER! BUT AM I GOING TO BE LIVING IN ETERNAL PAIN!?" He shouted in fury and fright as he waited for something of any kind to answer him.

He got nothing sadly as he just continued to hyperventilate. Hours went by, or at least he thought so, he began mumbling to himself to pass the time, though that hardly seemed appropriate. However, since he was not dying anytime soon; he figured it would be the best.

"This... This isn't real. None of it can be real! I was... I was stabbed; I was stabbed by those racist bastards called ponies! But then, why am I not dead? Is this the afterlife? If so, then why am I here? I accepted the deal! Bah! To this dark, forsaken hell with everything!" His anger continued for more hours to come, finally giving ways to sadness and regret.

"I should have never left my family! Mother! Father! Gregory! Anybody! Ple~ase! No, no, no!" He cried for more and more hours to come, the pain having faded; or maybe he just chose not to feel it anymore.

Finally, his ramblings became more incoherent, maybe for the sake of his own now fragile psyche.

"I should have paid that barkeep more, he might have given me more rum! Maybe I should have just gone with those guards, not only would that Gryphon be alive but that Dog as well. Oh who am I kidding, I should've just never moved from home; mum probably missed me so much..."

More hours passed, but by now they felt even longer. Years even. He eventually stopped rambling and started hyperventilating again, only to revert back and forth between the two. Finally, the place he was in started to change. Slowly at first, to the point he never noticed; but eventually more and more things began happening that he merely observed in silence.

He started seeing mirrors, with a few occasional doors floating around in the darkness. He looked into these mirrors and noticed many different things. Some terrified him, while others made him reminisce of the days when he was a young boy.

He saw one mirror with a human and the pony princesses laughing together, he saw another with what seemed like the undead rising from their graves and devouring ponies, gryphons, dogs, animals, everything in their sight. He saw one of what looked like the monster he heard legends about called Discord terrorizing everything; sending the world into chaos.

All these mirrors, he witnessed different realities, finally; even he did not know which reality was his. He shook his head as a smile plastered onto his lips. Jonathan felt, different. He couldn't tell how or why but he knew something felt off about himself.

He got up, but as he did; he realized something.

"Since when was I able to stand!?" He yelled aloud in awe as he noticed the wounds from before gone without a trace.

As he looked around, he noticed the scenery almost the same aside from the floating of both doors and mirrors. Humming to himself, he began walking in a random direction. He noticed the scenery become brighter as he felt the hours of walking turn into days. Hours earlier he stopped humming and soon began whistling to the tune of a song.

He remembered he learned this song from a sailor out on the seas. Though, he couldn't remember which race he was; he had the slightest feeling it may have been a Minotaur. A drunken minotaur at that. He continued to whistle as the scenery around him became brighter and more colorful. Finally, after what felt like months of walking; he finally came to a large table.

Now, to anyone else the contents upon this table would have curiosity dragging him closer to the middle. But for Jonathan, his curiosity was drawn to a peculiarly large object at one of the ends of the table. Closer and closer he came to said object, as it's magnificent beauty came into full view.

The object, twas' a hat. A very large hat, but a beautifully crafted hat at that. Jonathan looked at the hat for some time, tilting his head back and forth as he stared at it. As he reached out his hands, he felt the leathery smooth surface that accompanied the fine dull-brown velvet at the top of it. He noticed a ribbon going around the brown hat, along with a single, colorful feather that was put in said ribbon.

To anyone else, this hat would seem dull and strange.

But to Jonathan, he had a feeling arise from seeing it. It was like the feeling was dormant, yet still always there. As he grasped the rim of the hat, he lifted it up to his head. As he put it on, he felt something that he had thought he had not felt for some time.

Completion.

He turned to his right and noticed a mirror, in the reflection he saw himself; or at least he thought it was himself. The reflection showed a human dressed in a small piper's coat, with a sash going down his fluffy shirt-covered chest. He was wearing tight leg stockings, which now that he looked at his feet; noticed that he was also wearing buckled shoes. His gloves appeared to be black as midnight as he lifted his hands to his face. But as he looked at his head, he was shocked at what he saw.

His hat was slightly tilted!

With a quick fix, he realigned his hat to the perfect angle. Now studying his head, he noticed his brown hair was in a wild state; almost as if it had never been brushed before. His face was a bit paler than he liked, but he lost focus as he looked into his eyes.

His right eye was a startling crystal blue as the other was a brilliant purple. He also noticed that one eye was dilated while the other was not. Though he did not care about that one bit, it was still puzzling to look at.

"Well now! Isn't that a handsome young lad, if I do say so myself!" A voice resonated from seemingly nowhere.

"Who are you?" Jonathan asked, though he was not startled; he felt strangely at unease.

"You mean you haven't figured it out lad? Ha! Now there's something I love about a madman! Innocence!" The voice then seemed to impersonate the sound of something breathing in fresh air. "Ahhh! You can just smell it all over you!"

Jonathan looked around, before realizing what the voice had said.

"But wait, I'm not mad. In fact, who, and where are you?" Jonathan asked, clearly annoyed.

"You mean you still haven't figured it out yet? I know you're mad because I am your madness! Ha ha ha!" Were the last things the voice said before going into silence.

Jonathan stood there, but eventually pulled up a seat that appeared out of thin air and sat with his elbows on the table. He took notice of the teapots, cups, and other utensils that littered the long, rectangular wooden table. He sat there for minutes, glancing at his reflection occasionally then back to the table. An hour passes as he seemed to sit there, contemplating what his "Madness" had told him.

After another few minutes, he smiled.

Said smile grew, and grew to an almost dangerous level; finally, he began to laugh.

The laughter continued, echoing across the dark abyss that surrounded the white tea party area. The laughter abruptly stopped however, as a single door floated down across the table.

"Hmm." Jonathan mused. "I think this is going to be fun!" Were his last words before comically walking across the table, somehow missing all the cutlery; before finally opening the door and stepping though.

"And that! Is how I saved Christmas while giving birth to cheese!" Hatter exclaimed loudly as he sat up. "Now then, enough with the introductions of my story, I think it's time for the real fun to begin!" With that, another door appeared.

Not even hesitating he opened it. With a blinding flash of light, he was gone.

Cheshire Cat: If I were looking for a white rabbit, I'd ask the Mad Hatter.

Alice: The Mad Hatter? Oh, no no no...

Cheshire Cat: Or, you could ask the March Hare, in that direction.

Alice: Oh, thank you. I think I'll see him...

Cheshire Cat: Of course, he's mad, too.

Alice: But I don't want to go among mad people.

Cheshire Cat: Oh, you can't help that. Most everyone's mad here.

[laughs maniacally; starts to disappear]

Cheshire Cat: You may have noticed that I'm not all there myself.

Author's Note

So Second chapter! Special thanks to my editor DaPieGuy. You rock! Also I will be turning in my laptop tomorrow, thankfully I will be going to the library as soon as possible, so I might begin writing more.

This is The blarg! I hope you all have an amazing day/night!

Madness can be beautiful.

"...And that's how I arrived." I finished as I was done telling my story.

"..."

I look back at my viewer, wondering what he was thinking.

"Well?" I ask.

"..."

I don't believe this. Is he ignoring me? ME!? I thought we were friends. Amigos. Two peas in this twisted pod they call life! But no, no. He merely wanted me to tell him so he could mock me. To hurt me. Well no more.

"YOU ARE THE WORST! LISTENING ORANGE EVER!" I yelled as I tossed him into the brick wall so hard he made a *SPLAT* as his insides and juices were smeared against the stony flat surface. "Hrmmph! Stupid orange, thinking I could tell HIM what happened to me. I need to stop hanging out with the bad boys." I sighed as I walked down the empty alleyways of Canterlot.

What was I doing again? I was supposed to be doing something extremely important yet I can't seem to remember what. I scrunched my face as I tried my hardest to remember. Feeling it hit me like a tidal wave, I snapped my fingers with an "Oh!" coming from my lips as I pulled my hat off my head and began digging in it.

"Where are you?" I wondered as I searched deeply inside my hat.

I then began pulling things out of it in this exact fashion.

A box of tissues.

An element of laughter.

Fake dog poo, I began giggling as I remembered the fun I had with it.

A scooter.

A little red wagon.

A cute baby dwagon! Why I say it like that, because its fucking cuter than hell that's why.

"Maybe it's- AH HA!" I exclaimed with glee as I pulled out what I was looking for.

It was the most amazing thing that any insane eyes could lay there beady destroyed minds on. Something so powerful. So AMAZING, that the mere sight of it would drown cities.

It was...

IT WAS...

A TUNA-SALAD SANDWICH!

At the thought I immediately devoured it in one shove, gulping it down without chewing while burping as it was gone.

"Oh, pardon me." I said to myself as I waited for my intestinal gasses to go back into place. "Now that that is settled. I might as well try to find this Jester that I've heard about. Better not try to take my tea or sandwiches, or I'll skin him alive, light him on fire, all while dancing to hakuna matata." I said as I smirked.

Man I love music. Beats not hearing music any day of the void. Maybe I shoul-

"WHAT THE BUCK ARE YOU!?" I very high-pitched yell comes as I pass by a small pony.

I look down to her, her shaking form, her fear of me. It reminds me of something; oh yes.

"It reminds me of the hunt!" I exclaim as love the saying.

Realizing that I just said that out loud, I look back down to the poor pony who is now shivering, scared, AND confused. I love being me.

"S-stay b-back, I know m-magic!" She said as the pony lit up her horn.

I took a few seconds to admire the white coated mare. She had what I call, the spark. If she was taller, maybe a bit slimmer, she could pass off as a model. With that thought, I grinned.

I think my grin upset her even more as she started backing away from me.

"Tell me miss. Do you wish to be beautiful?" I ask, her form stopping from trying to run.

"W-what?" She asked, confusion and fear in her voice.

"Oh I'm sorry, I said; do you wish to be beautiful?" I ask again, wondering about her response.

"W-well I-I guess." She stated, oh this will be good. "Wait, how?" She asked while raising an eyebrow in confusion.

"What is your name miss?" I ask her.

"Fleur, Fleur De Lis. Might I ask what's your name?" She asked, though if a bit cautiously.

I chuckled at this.

"Oh I have many names. Insanity, madness, denial; but I guess for now you can call me Hatter." I said while presenting my hand to her.

She seemed a little shocked to see that my hand was almost as white as snow. Though again, she was very cautious and did not attempt to shake. Good girl.

"What do you mean 'make me beautiful'?" She asked. "I mean, I know I'm not the prettiest mare, or the smartest, or even the most popular, but I do admit I've always had dreams of being a model; so why are you offering to make me beautiful?" She asked in an almost curious wondering look.

"Why my mademoiselle, I do because I am feeling generous. Plus I can sense it driving you crazy."

"What was that last part?"

"Nothing my dear now then, you still haven't answered my question. Do you, Fleur De Lis; wish to be beautiful?" I ask smiling at her.

"Yes, but what's the catch?" Now finally growing serious.

"Ah, clever girl. This catch that you speak of is this. I want you to find a wealthy stallion. But I also want him to be nice, kind, generous and humble. Then, I want you to marry said man. No cheating, no lies, I want you to truly fall in love with him." I state my claim as I look into her eyes.

"But, how do you know there exist such a stallion? I mean I've seen plenty of the nobles, but they usually don't pay me much mind. So how?" Fleur asked me, her mind growing more and more confused.

"Simple my dear. Try." With those final words I snapped my fingers.

She let out an audible yelp as the changes were almost instant. She grew taller and larger. Her eyes shone more brightly and her hair became exotically gorgeous. In simple words; bitch got hot.

She let out a gasp as she started looking over her self. Quickly finishing her autopsy of her new body, she looked up to thank me only to realize I was not there anymore. I smiled more as she galloped down the street, most likely to her home to get a better look at herself.

Just because madness is random, or straight up different. Does not make it bad, it merely opens up a door to both good and bad futures.

"Now then." I said as I teleported into Canterlot castle, more specifically a certain snobbish unicorn's room.

Blueblood was said unicorn's name. Because when he wakes up, he's up for a smelly, brown surprise.

"I love fake dog poop." I whisper as I start smearing all over his room.

Like I said, madness is both good and naughty, but never one or the other at different intervals.

Snapping my fingers once the deed was done, I teleported up to the mountain that Canterlot was built on. The very top to be exact.

*Inhales* "Ahhh... I love the smell of mountain air." I say as I begin to relax, watching Celestia's sun slowly rising. The birds chirping in the air, the peaceful winds, the terrified shrieks of the royalty being fucked up the ass with dog shit.

All so peaceful.

"You know it won't last." I voice from behind me says.

Without even needing anything to know who he is. I turn around.

"Jester." I say, with a bit of distaste in my mouth.

"Oh you always know how to say the right things Hatty!" He says, coming closer with his arms out-stretched.

"Touch me and I will personally destroy the fourth-wall with your face." I state as I glare at the ridiculously clothed man.

"Ahh brother, you know that in doing so, you would not also end ALL of insanity, but destroy everything else about this world correct?" My brother replied with a devilish grin.

"You act like I care for these pitiful equines." I state sourly.

"I saw what you did to the girl." Was all he said as I was immediately up and inches away from his face.

"I helped her because she was going mad trying to be beautiful. I didn't want her to end up-"

"To end up like the last victim of yours?" Jester finished, smirking with a raise eyebrow.

I merely growled at him.

"Like it or not Hatty were in this together, whether you like me or not. Hell, you and me have suffered the same fate that the Void gave us. So why all the hate?" He asked with a frown.

"Because unlike you I know that my power isn't supposed to be used to corrupt others. Look at what you did to Discord!" I yell, anger rising with steam blowing out my hat.

"Oh, him. If you think that was bad; do not worry. In all honesty he was more of a failed experiment then an actual villain. Though I did enjoy watching him cry as his sanity left him; and do you want to know the last thing he said before he changed!?" Jester asked shoving his face into mine.

"What." I grumbled as I knew where this was heading.

"Celestia, my love. Please, forgive me." Jester said with a perfect spot-on imitation of Discord.

"Leave now. I wish to be alone." I state as I look back to the horizon, the sun almost nearly in the sky.

"Very well then, but you must realize that madness can corrupt to, just in different ways." Jester said as he began walking. "Remember this though brother, we both shared the same hell. But only one of us truly accepted our fate." With that he snapped his fingers and was gone.

Just like that.

I stood there for hours, glaring at the horizon. Hours became days, days became months, finally it was winter when I finally stopped and said something.

"I'm hungry."

Author's Note

Next chapter! Finally I wrote something!

Anyways I'm hoping you guys are enjoying this story, if so then I will definitely be writing more to it. Anyways, leave a like/favorite/comment, and I bid you farewell.