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// Chrysalis: Over The Years 
// Story: She Moves in Mysterious Ways 
// by mikerockks 
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  I remember the days I was a filly. I was the weird foal in school, always being left out from whatever they were doing. It felt like torture, like time was put in slow motion, the clock ticking and ticking until the bell finally started ringing.  That's when I ran home, ran away from all the stress, all the kids, everything. At times like this I was desprate for somepony to accept me just the way I am. 

Nevermind, thats impossible.

It felt as if this entire planet doesn't want me here. I still have nightmares about those mean foals, antagonizing me on my wings and legs, because they have holes. Why can't I just get rid of them? Replace them with pony skin? Everyday I was scared to step foot in that school. It was horrifing to even think of that place.

At the age of 14, I was diagnosed as a changeling, which explains why I have those holes. By then I made friends with other changelings, but people still made fun of me, which deeply saddened me. I felt like I should retaliate, but I didn't know how. I was desprate for answers.

Then, my 28th birthday came. And for the 28th year in a row, nopony came to my party. Both of my parents were dead, so they weren't there either. Dammit, that day still haunts me.

The day after that tragedy, I was pissed off beyond belief. I checked my ponyhoof page, and it was flooded with death threats. I cried. Like, way too much. So I went away to Fillydelphia for 3 hours. When I came back, my house was robbed, with a message on my door saying " Go F*** Yourself " the pony who did it was still at my house, laughing her ass off at me. That's when I felt evil. I couldn't control myself, so I killed that pony. I felt awful when I did it. I never harmed or killed something in my entire life, not even a bug. I felt like a new person. Not in a good way.

Sooner, I felt like he... deserved it... He was treating me like crap after all. I felt evil, like killing everyone who made fun of me in my filly years. But I couldn't do that, as most of them died of drug overdose. But I didn't feel sorry for them. I felt happy, like I acheived something. So I went to the school I used to go to, and burn the entire building down to a crisp. What was I doing? There were foals learning in there! Well... yeah... but that was out of anger. No it wasn't. I had many cities on my list to rule over.


No, I can't do that. I'm not evil. I shouldn't be evil. Why should I be evil? I was asking myself way too many questions. The final answer was no. Because I can't. It is unjust of me.

3 years later, and I'm still in prision. The police saw me burn the school, and now I have to pay the price. It makes sense, even though right then, my parents weren't proud of me. They were very nice people, with a very positive outlook on things. 

Damn you cancer.

That's when I did something horrible. I grabbed a spoon, and dug my way out of the jail cell, killed both police ponies, and burnt the prision. I am evil. I felt a mixture of horribleness and powerfulness. And sadness. Deep, Deep Sadness. I cried the whole way home, and never looked back.

Was I bipolar? No, I couldn't. Because I have aspergers, I should know that. I still feel dumb. Jeez, why the hay can't I just have a break? It makes no sense whatsoever.

Check my ponyhoof page again: more death threats. I expected that. Let's all hate on the pony who can't control how she looks. Let's hate on the odd one out. What the hell is wrong with these ponies?

So I grabbed my changeling group, and formed a team. A team against equestria. What was I ever thinking?