Time Marches Onward

This day, as far as I figured, was going just great. Let's sum it all up: I lest the most welcoming family I've ever met, I likely impregnated somepony that I'll likely die before seeing again, and I found my best friend murdered. Just swell. I mean, hell, I didn't have all that many marbles to begin with here. What's a few less? As I walked out of the hut gagging, the smell of blood following me out into the polluted air, I noticed something. Every few trees, there was a scratch carved into the wood, pointing in various slanted directions. Coincidentally, those slanted directions always seemed to be toward the next tree. What did I have to lose anymore? I followed the trees, allowing my mind to slip deeper into its own panic a my body subconsciously did the work and filed away memories that I wouldn't know I had until later. How in the hell could I let this happen to Jorge? Was this my fault? How could I have just let him come back here? I snapped out of it when I was smacked in the back of the head by a hard, heavy as fuck object. My world began spinning and suddenly everything but me turned on its side. Wait, no... It's the other way around. I closed my eyes, deciding I needed some sleep, and blacked out.

And there I was, looking at myself in a dark room with one hanging light.

“Son of a BITCH! Hasn't enough fucked up shit happened to me today? I swear to Celestia, too much shit happens now that I'm not a drunk bum on the side of the street anymore. Is this what everypony else's life is like? Cause I ain't fucking buying i-” My rant was interrupted by, well, other me, clearing his throat.

“Mind if I help you to remember that we got ourselves into this?” He spoke. Same voice as me and everything. It was only a little bit creepy as hell.

“Mind if I ask you what the fuck this is?” I said, my profanity complex shifting it into overdrive as I began to panic.

“This... This glorious construct is your mind. It's beautiful, isn't it?”

“Glorious construct? What in high hell is that supposed to mean? It's a blank fucking room!”

“Ah, I see. I'm not allowing you enough. I'm only allowing you to see what you can handle. Which is, I suppose, a good thing for now,” The other me was confusing the hell out of me at this point.

“And who are you?”

“I,” The other me began, “am subconscious you. I tell you what to do, and you do it. I'm the real you, and you're the construct from which I operate. Now, all of that may seem strange, but you're in far more control than I am. It's just that... explaining it any other way would cause you... severe mental complications, such as delusions, amnesia, and an aggressive resurgence of the madness currently consuming the inner layout of your cerebral structures. I'm sorry, am I moving to fast?”

“What the FUCK IS GOING ON!” I shouted, confused as hell, “I know you're trying here, but could you dumb it down a couple million more levels for me, me?” I chuckled at my own joke. The word “Madness” seems to fit.

“Well, if you want the boring version, I'm an illusion of yourself here to help you, you're going insane and you lie to yourself about death because each and every day I try to tell you that nothing happens after it. There, feel better?”

“Way to be a dick about it, man...” I said indignantly, trying to ignore the way that I was talking to myself. “So,” I asked, “why am I here? Am I crazy, or is this real?”

“Well I don't know. I'm just here to warn you that you're going to be facing severe mental trauma in the near future, possibly the second you wake up. I only know what you know. After all, we are the same pony, right?”

“Yeah, big fucking help,” I muttered under my breath.

“I can hear you thinking, remember?” other me chimed in.

“Big deal, wake me up so that I can get this shit done with,” I said, not much caring about anything other than getting out of the insane world of my mind.

“Whatever you say,” New me snapped his fingers, and everything went dark.

And then a light brighter than the sun lit up my face and shined right into my eyes. Today was going just fucking perfect, wasn't it?