My Little Paradox

by clannad_disease

Rating: mature
Tags: Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Pinkie Pie, Twilight Sparkle, Random, Princess Celestia, Dark
Length: 1103

Based on the YouTube video by DeusGear

Oh no! Twilight's weekly letter to the Princess is tardy again! But, just as she begins to fear for her sanity again, an idea hits her like a train. She can forgo the lesson just this once and simply write to the Princess about her progression in magic!
However, every decision has its consequences.

Published 2013-03-10 23:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-03-10 23:50:01 UTC

It's Not Over Yet

It was a beautiful, breezy day in Ponyville. Everypony in town was calm, running errands and meeting up with friends.

It was the complete opposite in Twilight's library, however.

The lavender colored mare galloped up the stairs and top speed, skidding to a stop in front of the window. Looking out,
she observed that the sun was at a perfect 90 degree angle above the village. Twilight gasped and beads of sweat began to form and trickle down her fur.

"If I don't send her a letter by sundown, I'll be...(gasp)..TARDY!" she cried.

Her natural instincts kicked in, and she paced around the room, trying to calm her down.

"It's fine, it'll all be fine." she soothed herself. "The day isn't over yet...BUT IT WILL BE OVER SOON!"

She galloped over to her cluttered work desk and began to feverishly sift through papers with her magic until she came across one that read "Time Travel".

The paper was littered with sticky notes, the majority of which read "DO NOT USE. FOR RESEARCH ONLY."

Twilight pondered the concept of using the magic spell just once, for the sake of her weekly letter to the Princess.

After a few moments' thought, and deciding to throw caution to the wind, she smiled confidently to herself as she read over the paper once more.

"It's not over yet." she almost giggled to herself.

She set the paper down, and concentrated on nothing but the spell before her. Eventually, a clear, translucent white aura emanated from her horn and enveloped her whole body. It lifted her off the wooden floorboards, and she was gone in a flash.

---------------------1 week ago---------------------------

Twilight pored over an old book of hers, as she always did. She knew every single word of this book by heart, but that certainly didn't take away from the magic of it being her favorite story.

Lost in said story, she hardly noticed a pink orb forming next to her until it started to obstruct her vision. She jumped back, startled by the sudden object in her room. Shielding her eyes from its brightness, she studied the curious orb.

"H-Hello?" she questioned to nopony in particular.

The orb grew bigger and bigger, until there was a sudden FLASH!

BOOM!

The purple mare's eyes snapped shut for a split second, and when they opened, she was flying across the room.

She could hear and feel things snapping as her body collided with the wall.

She blacked out.

Future Twilight's eyes darted around the ever familiar room she had teleported into.

"Twilight!" she cried in a panic. She searched for herself. "You've got to listen to--"

Her royal purple eyes stopped short at the horrifying sight in front of her.

It was her. Twilight Sparkle. Or, at least, only half of her.

And the other half was the stuff that night terrors were made of.

Half of the mare in front of her had somehow been lit on fire, and was melting away onto the wooden floors of the library.

The still flaming portions separated from the body.

Blood began to seep, coming closer with each passing second, washing over the floors and rugs.

Twilight stepped back into a wall, and the blood washed over her hooves, as though she were standing in a stream.

She raised a stained hoof to her face in worry. Everything that she had just witnessed was starting to hit her like a train.

She gasped.

"Oh, shit, what have I done?!" she cried.

In all of her fret and worry, she hadn't even heard a certain pink pony enter the library, nor had she heard her faithful and
favorite assistant point her into the direction of Twilight's bedroom.

Her ears only perked up at the the sound of hoof-steps coming up her winding staircase. Louder and louder they came.

Until they stopped.

Twilight dare to look at the sudden guest who stood in the entryway of her bedroom.

It was Pinkie Pie, of course.

The cotton candy mare began to trot over to her friend, oblivious of the look of horror on Twilight's face. Or the split corpse on the other side of the room. Or the blood she was about to step in.

Splash.

Pinkie stopped short as the slightly sticky substance coated her hoof.

She looked down to inspect her hoof.

Giving her appendage a small lap with her tongue, she realized what the substance was.

She gasped as loudly as the day she first met Twilight.

Pinkie looked at the lavender mare with a panicked expression.

"Twilight! Do somethiiiing!!!" she cried in desperation.

The cemetery was deathly quiet, save for the sound of a shovel being pushed through the earth in front of an empty grave.

Dirt flew from the large hole being dug up by Twilight and Pinkie, who seemed unaware of their reason for being here.

As a scruffy-looking Twilight climbed up out of the hole to retrieve a body lying in a burlap sack, the latter gave her a sideways look.

"Are you loco in the coco?!" she whispered.

As Twilight came back with the corpse, Pinkie spotted the object the object in the mare's magical grasp.

"Ahh-hah! I knew it!" she cried.

Twilight bit her lower lip and tears collected in her bottom eyelids as she tried not to cry about what she was about to do.

"Please don't hate me..." she choked out.

She aimed the levitating body straight at her pink friend, and launched it forward.

She closed her eyes, letting her tears fall into the dirt.

SMACK!

Once all silence had returned to the cemetery, Twilight levitated the shovel from a few feet away, and began shoveling the pile of dirt onto her former self and her friend.

All the dirt had been replaced, and Twilight silently sobbed and trotted back home to the library.

It was as if she had never been there.

There was a thump, and a crack appeared in the ground.

A few more thumps, and a cotton-candy pony popped out of the dirt.

Blood dripped freely from her mane and down her face.

She looked around angrily.

"Oki-dokey-loki..." she growled.

Suddenly a white figure appeared before her, it's flowing, multi-colored hair obstructing Pinkie's vision.

Above it's head hovered a tombstone.

Pinkie's eyes widened at her realization at what was about to happen.

She opened her mouth.

"Fu--BOOM!"

The white figure walked away from the scene, never to return.

Silence had once again been restored.

Author's Note

I do not own the original video, which you can watch here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y5NgLEP7vw0