Scootaloo Broke Reality

by CaptainSanchez

Rating: everyone
Tags: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Scootaloo, Random, Crossover
Length: 1013

I have no words for this. I am so sorry that I wrote it. I was bored, so I wrote ponies. Expect confuzzlement. No editing. All day. Every day. POWER OF LOVE!!!!

I have no words for this. I am so sorry that I wrote it.
I was bored, so I wrote ponies. Expect confuzzlement. No editing. All day. Every day.
POWER OF LOVE!!!!

Published 2013-03-19 04:00:03 UTC
Last updated 2013-03-19 04:00:03 UTC

The Unimaginable Horror

Scootaloo orders her hordes to attack. The bombs fall, the Destroyer's cottage is no more but always still is. But wot ho? 'twould seem she knows not what she hath did. Her attempts to save brought naught but doom.

Cherry Bomb and Captain Jack Harness made sweet love in her mane because trolls. Words attacked the wrathful Scootaloo with a vengeance because of frankincense. Evil monstroisties became my face as I attacked their souls with felt. TARDIS dematerialization-upon-Avon-Stratforce? Scantily Lace Big Bops its way into the souls of a thousand an seventy-three point-oh-two Pegasi, destroying them from the inside, only to be resurrected by the Void. Death. Death gone mad. Is this honor? Is this war? Are these the weapons you would use? No. For this is nothing. Yes, for this is everything. The Rainbow dies in the explosion. No, not dead. The Rainbow never existed. And now the Rainbow was always. Mad? I am not mad, just a describer of the horror. A witness, if you will. My name long since forgotten, I no longer know anything but everything. Lies became truth, cause became effect, life and death became one.

Hark! Behold the beauteous abomination which shalt be thine destroyer. Scootaloo even fleegle. Turner and Rags appeared and started to attack other Time. Monster? Flaghlaug. Perhaps even due to my anger at Smokey Joe, didst the EEEEEVIIILLL remain.

"Who you callin' pinhead?" the pointy sea-star hath inquired of his porous compatriot. The porous abomination of life responded with a resound "Neyoy Hoy Meyoy!" Thus provoking the vorpal beast to convulse in terror at the Doodle Sponge's confuzzling ministrations. Scootaloo launched an attack at the Sweetie Bot's applified guitar solo, causing hooves to rain from the sky in a vast flood of death. Yes, death brought by nothing, bringing nothing for all eternity. But what eternity? everything was brought by this death. Eternity died with the real. The real was born that moment for all became then and now was not happened three always ago.

Before, Meanwhile, and Later, the streets began to flow rampant the blood of the Beliebers, and Swing was recognized by all ponies as the one, true form of existence. Huzzah, gate. Murder, birth, life, death forever. Destroyer Dalek rolls out STUUUUUUUUUUFF!!!!!! That's what an invisible Cyberman would say!! Miss Man! You can Do it Miss Man! Throw yourself at the ground, Miss Man! Power of Love Girl? Save us, Power of Love Girl!! Nothing is they. They are all but naught.

Suffering. Everywhere. It's all there. Universes cry out for a Doctor, but he is dead. Still he charges on, to die again and again. No aid can be given. All despair. None live to fear. All die in fear forever. Then one cries out:

"Enough! It's her fault! Destroy her, for she has killed us all!"

But it's too late. They already have, so they must again. Everything is nowhere, and Nothing is everywhere. Everywhere is nowhere, and Nowhere is everywhere. Why? Who brought this pain? Scootaloo. Why? What led her to kill everything that it might die again? No answers, but they are everywhere. All of the reasons are nowhere, but everywhere. Everything happened as nothing at once and not at all. Excuse it making perfect sense. You're not keeping up. Monster gods groceries faberge gold. Ceasar defeats Cleophus James at live chess, the electrocution only kills him for never, but always. Berry Punch, boxing legend drinks away your last dollar for the second time in three never. Hoof coat wrath fist. Fire, death, dark, birth. Mad? I am not mad. She brought this upon us all. Death is forever, as we resurrect by nothing. For nothing is eternal. Grapes make such sweet ravines for lovers of the wars. I am become death, for what life is there now? All and for once. At never for past is future. Beginning ends and ending begins, but beginning has ended so how can ending begin? Because all is at once, before and after itself has died today is forever but never. Ulysses meets his doom in Celestia's beard, to be reformed through her moustache.

The blue chef and the New York actor flirt with the ladies. The Captain mocks their quaint little categories. Barrowman becomes Death Eater Nagina farquaad. Ogre donkey Fat Scotsman. Bwaahahahahahaahhhahahahahahahahahahahaha!!! You cannot know the horrors tis place hath wrought. No, for all is now and for never. Nothing was then. always is not. grammar is gone for what use words when not anything ever? No, for Steve by Crazy tacos. Evils must die to live. Life and death have died, up and down are no more. Left and right have become one. All is one. All is none. Do you not see? Foreknowledge is dangerous, but this is also past. Nothing is remained. All is gone for now and never. Everything is always not but forever so.

Theta Sigma and Koschei fall through reality. Reality? What is. Nothing exists anymore. There is no anymore. Everything is now. Ponies run rampant in fields of meanwhiles. Nyx and Mary Sue kill Tydal for his pelt. Pinkie Pie is no longer a Mary Sue. Berry Bubble destroys the party because a clown flew adjective noun. Imperative declaration of malice. Her fault. Her fault. Her fault her fault her fault her fault her fault her fault her fault her fault her fault her fault her fault her fault HER FAULT HER FAULT HER FAULT HER FAULT HER FAULT HER FAULT GER FAULT HER FAULT HER FAULT MY FAULT MY FAULT OUR FAULT MY FAULT MY FAULT!!!!!

FLUTTERSHY HAS DESTROYED US WITH SCOOTALOO'S BODY!! KILL THE REALITY!!! KILL IT WHILE WE HAVE NO CHANCE FOREVER!!

The declarations go unheard, yet forever perform'd. Wrath. Death. Hate. There is only one way to stop it. Scootaloo sees this way. She orders her forces to bomb the cottage, that the suffering may end.

She has doomed us all. She has driven us mad.

Author's Note

Well, this was insane. Never write while exhausted, bored, and loony.