I don’t feel so good. I must have had one hell of a party to feel this groggy. Why is it so dark in here? I should wake up and turn the light on.
“IV is in.”
Ouch. There’s something pinching my leg. I can’t feel the rest of my leg, but I can feel something sticking into it. I need to move my leg and make the pain stop, but I can’t.
“How will we know if the treatment worked?”
Hello? Who is there? I need help, I can’t move. Hello? What is going on here? Don’t you know how maddening it is to be stuck in the dark? Can anyone turn a light on?
“If it worked, brainwave activity should increase as she wakes up.”
She? What’s going on? I need to get up, but I can’t feel my legs. I know they’re there: I can sense them, but there’s no feeling. Just the darkness, everywhere. I want to touch something, to feel something other than pain. My leg is sore and I have to move it to stop the pain.
“Can she hear us?”
Yes! I can hear you! Please, help me! Oh god, there’s something in my throat too. It hurts, and I want to cough but I can’t. I can feel it, going through my nose and down my throat. Is it. . . in my stomach? Please, take it out. All I can feel is the pinching and the tube pushing down my throat. I don’t like it.
“I’m not sure. It’s more likely as the sedatives wear off.”
Sedatives? Was I in an accident? Come on, you have to tell me, right? Maybe it was on my way to work, but I don’t remember how. Did I get paralyzed? Is that why I can’t move? But I can feel pain. Maybe that’s a good thing, feeling pain.
“As long as she doesn’t remember the procedure, Doctor. You can assure that?”
What procedure? Wait, what if I can’t feel my legs because they’re gone? What if I just think they’re there? I need to move, I need to show them I’m still alive! Please, help me! I can hear you, I just can’t feel, and I’m stuck in here!
“Oh, yes. Between the medicine Versed, the morphine, and your magic, she will be good as new and won’t remember anything about the procedure.”
Wait, why don’t they want me to remember? Oh God, I knew it. It’s my legs, isn’t it? What if they’re not there anymore and that is why I can’t feel them? I was probably in a crash, I shouldn’t have been showing off. They’re trying to make sure I can’t remember how awful it was. Or maybe they had to cut open my chest to fix the injuries! What if it was my spine?
“Look at that, her heartbeat is increasing.”
Yes, yes my heart. I got her attention, please help me wake up! Maybe if I can just take a deeper breath. I have to get them to understand! Why can’t I move my lungs? There’s something in them too, I can feel it now. It’s against my tongue, scratching the back of my throat. The air pushes through it and fills up my lungs, then it pulls the air back out. I can’t even breathe on my own.
“Brainwave activity is increasing. She should be conscious and able to hear us soon.”
Oh crap, oh crap! The crash mutilated me, didn’t it? I must have been crushed in a horrible accident. Where’d the pinching go? Why can’t I feel my leg anymore? Do I even have legs? Oh God I’m dead. I’m on my deathbed aren’t I?
“Shoot, get the crash cart and call a code blue!”
I’m a vegetable! This is my life, laying here, waiting for them to turn the machines off!
“What’s the matter?”
I am dying, I knew it. I don’t want to die, I want to live! There should be a light shouldn’t there? Why is it so dark? It’s getting too cold now. There must be a way out, please. . . I don’t want to die, I’ll do anything! Please, help me!
“Her heart rate is too high and her BP is dropping. Stand back, Princess, I’ll let you know if your magic is needed.”
Her? I’m. . . a girl? How bad was I hurt that I can’t even remember my name or gender? All I remember is darkness. Why is my back itching all of the sudden? Where am I? Who am I?
“300mg amiodarone, stat!”
There, I felt it! My leg is still there, I can feel it burning. But why can’t I move it? I’m still trapped here. I don’t belong here. I remember now. This isn’t my body. I’m a prisoner here.
“We can’t lose her, Doctor, we need the elements!”
I’m sorry. Please, let me go! I didn’t mean to do—whatever it was! You’ve got the wrong person!
“Stop it! Your magic is just going to make it worse at this point.”
Magic? Elements? That’s it, I remember—what they did to me.
“CLEAR!”
The room was illuminated by lightning as a large roll of thunder broke overhead. It was enough to cause the entire house to vibrate. I opened my eyes and immediately had to move and make sure my wings still worked. I couldn’t lose my wings. Maybe a leg, but never my wings.
I sat up in the bed as the next thunderbolt cracked through the air. My chest was heaving and my bed was soaked in sweat. This nightmare of being frozen in a dark hospital had repeated every night for a week. Twilight had said I’d been in an accident, and a bad one, but she had helped save me.
My gaze fell to the right where I found Tank watching me. He smiled slowly. Memories flooded back to me, erasing the horrible thoughts planted in my head by the nightmare. Each flashback of the day Tank had chosen me as his owner eased the fear that I had forgotten who I really was.
The rapid beat of my heart against the cloud mattress caught my attention and I tried to calm down. I managed a weak smile and began to pet his shell. He was the best pet I could have asked for; a bastion of loyalty and strength—everything I had been before the accident, and what I was trying to become again.
“Thanks, Tank, I’ll be fine. I just had the nightmare again.”
Tank rubbed his head against my foreleg and I held it still while he tried to comfort me. Before long, my heart had calmed down and I no longer felt so nervous. I was supposed to start working with the weather team again today, and it was going to be exhausting since I could not sleep.
The icy air was beginning to freeze me, and I slid back down under the comforter. It had a large Wonderbolts logo on it. Twilight had told me they'd wanted to make me an honorary Wonderbolt after the accident. All I remembered was refusing as soon as I'd woken up in the hospital. I wanted to earn it, not be given it because I'd nearly killed myself doing a stunt. I would get better, then I'd get even faster. One day, I'd earn a spot on the Wonderbolts, because I was—no, I am, the fastest pony in Equestria.
Aren’t I?
The familiar sensation of being watched fell over me. Nopony would be able to get in my house; I made sure to keep it locked up at night now. It was bad enough to have Applejack treat me like one wrong word would break me, like I was a weak foal with a broken leg. Now I had to put up with an entire town walking on eggshells, afraid the Awesome Rainbow Dash was on the verge of a mental breakdown.
Only the other Pegasi treated me normal, for the most part. Fluttershy and the weather team were there for me, even Derpy. It was the rest of the town that seemed afraid of me. Not that I’d hurt them, but that they’d say or do something that would make me remember the day I nearly died. The whole town seemed to act like I actually had died, and it drove me crazy.
“There’s nothing wrong with my mind,” I said. The words seemed hollow, lacking significance. I wanted them to be true, but a part of me knew they weren't. Something had changed, taking a chunk of my memories with it. Had the accident caused me to forget who I was, or was it something else? I could fly, do stunts, and even control the weather. It was the details—like what Pinkie had done for my birthday, or the name of the new adventure book Twilight had told me about—that eluded me.
The thunder caused me to flinch again. I used to enjoy creating thunderstorms, yet now they frightened me. Why would they frighten me now? I’d saved Equestria, kicked dragons in the nose, and flown faster than any pegasus. I’d been fearless, and now a little lightning was getting to me.
The knowledge of how to create the perfect thunderhead was in my mind. Knowing that there was nothing to fear unless we lost control of a low pressure system didn’t comfort me. One time I’d seen Applejack and Rarity take shelter in Twilight’s library. The thunderstorm had grown beyond our control, knocking a tree down and sending it crashing through the window of her Library. I had personally flown into that storm to disperse it. Now, I’d specifically asked Thunderlane to create all the local storms and to keep them the hell away from my house. They evoked some memory deep inside me, some fear, that I didn’t understand.
I couldn’t let anypony know I was afraid of a little lightning, not even Fluttershy.
Tank had crawled up closer to me and I could not help but smile. “Really, I’m fine. I just—I’ve never been this scared since I had to compete against Rarity at the Best Young Fliers contest.” I still hadn’t admitted that to her. . .
Tank yawned and rested his head in the entrance to his shell before falling asleep. I closed my eyes and tried to join him but couldn’t sleep. The disturbing thoughts, the voices, and that feeling of being trapped in a body that feels wrong would return.
My biggest concern was making the nightmares stop. Of all the things that felt wrong, for some reason the most horrific images almost seemed right. They had me afraid of a little weather, and scared to fall asleep at night. I knew I’d been in an accident, but did not know if it was normal for survivors of such injuries to constantly relive the fears.
The sunlight was never welcome in my home. I had positioned my house in the sky so that it’d burst through the window regardless. Were it not for the harsh rays bathing me each morning, I wouldn’t wake up. I would sleep in until noon every day. Still, the fact I needed Celestia’s sun to wake up didn’t mean I liked it. Sunlight was a necessary evil or I'd have scheduled clouds year-round.
I rolled over in protest and hid my eyes. I had to wake up and take care of the morning weather, and was determined not to. The only bright side was that the sooner I was done, the sooner I could take a nap over Sweet Apple Acres. Last night had been rough, and the extra sleep would be worth rolling out of bed. My memories were vague yet I recalled the thunderstorm, and the nightmares. Perhaps on a sunny afternoon I’d be able to get a decent few hours of sleep.
Twilight would know what to do, I’d go visit her after weather duty. She’d probably wonder if I had written any of the nightmares down in that silly dream journal. The worst part of having the nightmares was not remembering why. I remembered how scared they made me feel—me, the fearless element of loyalty. The actual content of the dreams continued to elude me, and the bits I did remember made no sense.
The worst part was that the nightmares always involved the hospital, and I was scared to let anypony know about my nightmares or memory loss. They would want to send me back to the hospital. According to Twilight, I had spent nearly a month in a coma. She said it was natural to be wary of hospitals after something like that, and had offered to be my personal nurse until I got better. I hadn’t told anypony that I’d agreed to her terms; what was left of my reputation after the crash needed to be protected. Who had ever heard of a grown mare that was afraid to see a doctor?
Tank started nudging behind my wings to get me out of bed. I hated to admit it, but he was right. The sooner I cleared the clouds and saw Twilight, the sooner I could take a nap. I slid off the edge of the bed and stood up on the floor.
My wings felt amazing as I stretched them out. The feeling was hard to describe to other ponies. There were so many muscles in my back that tightened up overnight. Everything from my flank to my neck, and to the tips of my primaries, tingled and got a rush of relief. My wingspan was impressive for a pegasus my size, and luckily they hadn’t atrophied after the accident. Twilight claimed they had used some sort of electronic gadget to exercise the muscles while I’d slept. For once, I guess the eggheads had done something useful for us Pegasi.
My wings folded back in against my side, comfortably relaxed. I flattened out my back legs and stretched, lowering my flanks towards the floor. I pushed back the other way and stretched my forelegs, raising my flank high in the air. There were a dozen stretches I did each morning. I didn’t know how I knew them, after years I guess this was just a normal day for me.
I was glad I hadn’t gotten worse amnesia. Twilight assured me it was perfectly normal not to remember the accident. I seemed to remember something similar happening in a Daring Do book, but I couldn’t find my collection of them. I was sure I’d left them around here somewhere. maybe Twilight knew where they were. I sure could use a good book.
It felt great to be limber and I couldn’t wait to get outside. I decided to skip breakfast and took off through my window, flying up towards the layer of clouds in the sky. I burst through the nearest cloud, feeling the damp wisps cling to my feathers. The cloud evaporated and I looked around to the half-dozen weather ponies on my team.
“Welcome back, boss!” Cloud Kicker shouted.
“Yeah, glad to have you back, Dash,” Thunderlane said.
“Thanks, no need to sit around. I could use a hoof clearing these clouds out. Today’s forecast is sun,” I explained.
“You know what that means.” Thunderlane turns to the other Pegasi, “Dash wants to take a nap.”
I laughed with the rest of them until my sides started to ache a little. “Alright, but I think I’ve earned a sunny afternoon and a fluffy cloud. We need rain again tonight and I’d appreciate a little less thunder this time.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Cloud Kicker said with a mock salute. “Weatherbolts, roll out!”
I smiled as they spread out over the town to clear the clouds. I felt normal around them. They were my surrogate family since I left the flock in Cloudsdale. Despite my hardships, Pegasi were always there for each other. Whether it was preening, flight lessons, or just a friendly wing to shelter under, I knew I could trust each one of them.
A cloud hit me from behind and evaporated. I turned around and saw one of the weather ponies fly off laughing. Playtime was over, and I took off after her. I let her keep the lead as we busted the rest of the clouds together. The task didn’t take long and I wound up over the library in no time.
The weather team had finished messing around and clearing the clouds. I waved goodbye and tried to recall the names of the various ponies. I seemed to have gotten a couple of the names wrong, judging by their frowns. At least they were good sports.
“See ya later, Thunderlane, and I was serious about the rain tonight! No thunder!” I ordered.
“Sure thing. See ya later, Dash,” Thunderlane said.
“Yeah, have a good day, dude.”
The library seemed different somehow, almost as if it shouldn’t exist. How could a tree be alive and hollowed out at the same time? My mind wandered to some of the giant tree’s I had seen, and some of the lumber camps. If it were so easy to live inside trees, wouldn’t more people be doing it? Why chop down trees to make a house when you could make a house in a tree?
I recalled a tree big enough to drive a carriage through, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in my head. How’d I forget about the headaches? Add concussions and brain injury to the list of fun I get to look forward to. Looks like I need Twilight’s help more than I thought. Already I could see a faint halo around things and the light seemed a little too bright. This might be worse than a simple headache.
Landing in front of the library, I marveled at how easy it was to fly. Despite no clear memory of having flown, I knew how and I knew it was where I belonged. I shook my head harder than I needed to, eliciting another wave of agonizing sharp pains. The door vibrated as I pounded a hoof against it.
“Coming!” a voice replied.
The light continued to get brighter, and the more I tried to think, the more my head started to hurt. It was almost as if my body didn’t want me to think certain thoughts. I hope she can fix it, I really don’t want to go see a doctor again.
The door opened and a smiling purple mare stepped out. Her name had been on my mind just seconds ago, yet it now stuck to the tip of my tongue. Dusk. . . Midnight. . . “Twilight! How’s it going?” I asked.
“Good, but how are you? You’re sweating,” she observed.
“Yeah, I uh, may have been having nightmares all week,” I said. I managed an innocent grin and giggled. I looked around to make sure no one had seen my uncool display.
“Come in, Dash, I’ll make you some tea,” Twilight said.
“Thanks.”
I walked in and took a seat over on her sofa. There was a coffee table and a book sitting on it. I lifted the book up and examined the cover. Daring Do and the Quest for the Sapphire Stone.
Hoofsteps sounded behind me and I turned in time to see Twilight levitating some tea cups. “Hey, Twi, is this a new book? I don’t recognize the title.”
Twilight smiled and set the tea down in front of me. “Actually, that’s the first in the series. You brought it back earlier this week. You’ve read it a few times.”
“Hmm, really?” I stared at the cover and felt something itching in my mind. I was suddenly able to remember a scene where Daring solved a puzzle by avoiding the stones marked with predators. “I guess so.”
I reached over and lifted up the tea. Twilight claimed I’d never touched the stuff before the accident, yet now I found it so soothing. Every time Twilight gave me tea, it made me feel better. After the first sip, the confusing book in front of me slipped from my mind. It really didn’t matter whether or not I’d read it. It was just a book.
“How’s your tea, Dash?” Twilight asked. She smiled and glanced up from her watch.
“Good, of course. So, you—” I stopped and yawned widely. “You gonna help with this migraine or what? I was gonna take a nap.”
“Oh, of course. In fact, I put some of the medicine in the tea. Why don’t you lay down and take that nap. I can fix your headache while you sleep.”
I lay down on the sofa and noticed she’d already brought a blanket over for me to use. She levitated it down over me, and it took all my effort to stay awake. “Hey, thanks. . .” I closed my eyes and yawned. “Really, good tea. . .”
Twilight started tucking the blanket in around me. “Any memories this time? Did you write down what you saw?”
“No,” I replied. I wanted to say more, but I felt like I was melting into the warm couch. I just wanted to sleep until it all got better.
“Spike, I need you to bring a couple books down to my lab.”
Lab? But the couch is so comfy. Am I suppos—wait! Something is wrong. I—I remember now! I don’t want to go to the lab again! I need to wake up.
I stumbled around on the couch trying to find my footing. I needed to get both forearms on the ground, but instead I fell head over hooves and landed on the floor. I tried to shield my face; I could finally remember and I needed to stay awake. The hospital, lab tests, magic, ponies trying so hard to help me hold it together. . . and she was at the center of it all.
Twilight stood over me as the darkness took me.
“Hey, what’s this? ‘Daring Do and the Quest for the Sapphire Stone’?” I asked.
“This is the first story in the series.” Twilight smiled. “I own all of them.” She then squeed.
I rolled over. “No thanks. I so don’t read. I’m a world-class athlete. Reading’s for eggheads like you, Twilight.” I glanced at her and smiled. “Heh, no offense, but I am not reading. It’s undeniably, unquestionably, uncool.”
Everypony started laughing. “Is she serious?” Applejack asked. “Who doesn’t like to read a bang-up tale from time to time?”
Rarity smiled widely. “Why, a good book is almost as magnificent as silk pajamas on a Sunday morning, heh!”
“Reading is for everypony, Rainbow Dash!” Twilight said, sounding like a school teacher.
“Yeah,” Pinkie added. I watched as she launched herself on another tangent. “I love reading, and my head isn’t even close to the shape of an egg! It’s more the shape of an apple, or maybe an orange, but a big orange! More like a grapefruit really...”
Thankfully a nurse came in to shoo my friends away so I could get some sleep. “All right, my little ponies,” the nurse said,” Rainbow Dash needs her rest. . .”
I yawned and stretched out my wings, interrupting my dream. Opening my eyes revealed the inside of the library. Twilight was reading a book on the other side of the library as I slept on her couch. The clock showed it was nearly noon, which meant I’d already taken care of the weather. There was no reason to interrupt a good thing, so I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.
Visiting Twilight always helped, and I was feeling better already.
Yes... YES
finally
We can improve her! We have the technology!
That's the first thing that came up to me, lol. Can't be sure at this point, obviously, but it seems like Dashie is having a crisis of realities. Or something like that. Pay no attention to me, I'm tired and should've been in bed hours ago. But ponies are a good argument against that
*does a happy dance*
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Story was Inspired by the only sixty seconds of "My Little Portal" worth watching.
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How can you be happy that Dash is going crazy? Oh, right.
Oh Twilight, what have you done?
I have a bad feeling about Rainbow Dash.
Like for example, that she isn't Rainbow Dash, just other mare brainwashed to think like her.
...
Maybe I'm overthinking this?
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Yeah, exactly.
Oh.
Fuck.
Yes.
I love you.
~Skeeter The Lurker
Make sure you are not copying this guy:
http://www.fimfiction.net/story/104467/them
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*checks other published stories*
Yep, but you won't love me for long when this story actually starts to get into the dark themes.
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Bitch. I preread for the parasprite and help you with FPS at times.
BRING IT ON.
~Skeeter The Lurker
Twilight making other ponies drink tea and them passing out immediately after that. Now where have I seen this before?
All in all though, a damn interesting start. The opening reminded me a lot about One by Metallica (or better said, the film it was inspired from, Johnny got his gun). Love how you managed to amnesia the hell out of her, to the point of not even doing stuff like reading anymore.
I know this is incomplete, but god damned: What happened to her? And what was the point of taking that scene from Read It And Weep and putting it in a flashback? Surely questions that will be answered eventually, but they are nagging like hell! D:
Definitely looking forward to this.
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chaotic dreams is a really good writer, and that story would have been really good if the character were a relatable and relevant one like firefly (hell he mentions surprise elsewhere in the story) and not a completely random male oc
the way it's written just doesn't work imo
Fuck da police bitchs Rainbow gone cra cra
"We have the knowledge, we have the technology, we CAN rebuild her!"
"Rainbow Dash IS the Million dolar...uh... Million bit mare!"
but she doesn't know she is, can't know she is, for if she finds out....
That's why she can't stand thunder clouds now, Twilight put a suggestion in her brain to avoid lightning for safety reasons...
or perhaps she's had a pacemaker put in...
or had a badly damaged part of her brain replaced with a computer...
I'm intrigued. I'd keep reading.
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Never drink tea from Twilight is the moral of every story I write...
Oh it's too soon to see a pattern to the madness, but that flashback was part of Twilight's special therapy regimen.
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Now I'm curious. I want to read it, but if I've never read it then I technically can't copy it... (judging by the description though I think it's safe to say not to worry about it.)
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I'd freak out too if I was trapped in my mind, unable to move but able to feel everything doctors were doing to me, and then having nightmares about it.
In fact, they tape the eyelids shut during surgery and put a sheet up as a "barrier" so if you're doing abdominal surgery and they do wake up, they don't see you picking at their guts and go into shock before the anesthesiologist can purge them and put them back under.
Yeah, I'm going to stop thinking about how 1 in 100,000 people remain conscious under sedation and are trapped, unable to move, while cut open. At least, I'll try not to.
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If two Rainbow Dash's enjoy the story I guess I have to keep writing. Now, how do I have Celestia show up out of nowhere and magically fix her without it being a Deus Ex Machina....
2723191 It is the identity reassignment part I am worried about.
Hmm... I think I know where this story is going already, but I'm going to track it to see if I'm right.
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I want to say something awesome that both alleviates your concerns and isn't spoilery.
She's a changeling! Dammit! Another changeling fic! ABORT! ABORT!
Hmm, it's not identity reassignment. I'm horrible at this, but I can safely say not that. It seems too easy.
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I love hearing people's theories. It just gets awkward when they thought up something a lot better than I did.
Very intriguing. Keep it up.
This is gonna be fun
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Finally figured out what you meant. I had a line in there about her name from an earlier draft that wrongly indicated identity re-assignment. It's going to be more like Sunset then like Them (which looks like either a body swap, or the best trans-gender surgery in history.)
I only
stealget inspired by the bestI'm confused. I guess I'll just find out as the story goes.
Wow, this is a great read. I could feel the tension throughout the entire chapter, and it sent chills up my spine. Wonderful job!
Looking good so far. I'm, of course, very curious as to what the procedure was.
Brain transplant, and now she's in a different body?!
Now that I'm done, and have had my silly moment, seriously, what happened?
FEATURED! FEATURED I TELL YOU KAIDEN! FEATURED!
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Yay!
Note to self: come up with better twist then "she was a changeling all along"
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Thanks, I can finally put my medical knowledge to
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It's top secret, and if I try to tease you I'd probably accidentally spoil it.
But it involves her brain, more specifically it's high speed collision with an immovable object....
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That's the best kind of confused. Now we can be confused together.
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I thought it had been long enough that it'd be hipster to make her a changeling.
On that note, I'll celebrate this unexpected feature by releasing a
rushedhigh quality chapter two this Sunday. I'm just having trouble deciding how many juicy details to release, and how many to keep up my sleeve. I'm pretty sure Dash is gonna go bully Fluttershy for answers, though, because it is in the master planning document.2723785
Immovable object?
...
Did she hit Celestia's flank?
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If Celestia's flank is the immovable object, and we all know Big Mac is the unstoppable force....
Faust have mercy if those two ever have sex.
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I'm fairly sure Equestria would implode.
Maybe take a few neighboring universes out as well.
...
At least we'd get confirmation of Equestria's existence right before we die.
While the grammar's a little funny, I doubt that the use of both 'forelegs' and 'forearms' is a mistake.This new Rainbow Dash has at least one other person inside her brain. I hope you can keep the mystery going Kaidan, this first chapter has lots of potential.
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WOO!
Now shut up, I haven't read it yet.
2723785 I am putting my bets on RD having a cybernetic body.
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I didn't run this by my editor because he was busy, and I just wanted to see what people thought. Now that it's featured, I bet he feels really silly since his name is right there in the description, and I have sullied his reputation.
Anyway, horses do have arms, however it's the kind of thing only a hippologist would know and/or care about. In this instance, using anatomically correct terms will both confuse my readers and entertain me. What more could I ask for?
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p.s. It doesn't seem fair they get to have an elbow and a knee in the same extremity. I guess it explains their freakish flexibility though.
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Something like the scene between Wonder Woman and Superman from The Dark Knight Strikes Again? (which resulted in earthquakes, tidal waves and more forms of destruction on a massive scale).
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"Come with me if you want to live."
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Or maybe a zombie, because that horse hasn't been beaten to death.
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There are so many possibilities, at least for now. I think we can safely cross the following off the list:
Chuck NorrisChangelingScootaloo cosplaying Dash and the zipper got stuck.So, the girls are all hiding something from Twilight?
I dislike conspiracies, especially between friends as close as the girls. Plus, stories like this are usually very predictable, at least as far as the plot goes. The twist is usually different, but the journey is fairly standard and formulaic. Still, you've shown... something that piqued my interest.
I'll track, but if this starts getting too "They're all out to get me," I'm bouncing.
Haha, I'm totally being blackmailed. Burn in hell, Kaidan. I guess I have to edit this sometime soon.
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There's no reason both 'forearm' and 'foreleg' can't both be technically-correct terms.
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You can probably cross time travel off the list too.
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I took your name down, for now. After all, there is more than one way to blackmail an editor.
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I think you meant from Dash, and to a degree. Twilight knows what was done (I didn't get around to mentioning it, but this is post season three finale so she's an alicorn. And there went half my upvotes...)
The others would naturally just be glad Dash is alive, and who would doubt Twilight? Still, I hope the dynamic stays unique, as I like focusing on the emotions and characterizations much more than the inevitable 'twist'. Each of her friends will react differently, believe her or Twilight to different extents, and be willing to go to different lengths to fill in the gaps of Dash's memory. They don't all know, nor are they all clueless, about the accident and how badly injured Dash was.
Yus!
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Correct.
But do I really have to cross off time travel?
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Yellow unicorn syndrome?
Good story I'm a little confused on the scenes but either way it's good jeep it up
Hmm, interesting, confusing, and thought provoking, to say the least. I always love a story where Rainbow cracks, under pressure or not. In my opinion, what I garnered from this story is that her accident was indeed that bad, and her own shattered psyche is trying to interpret the sensory inputs and broken memories into something her mind can understand, but it's not doing a great job of it. Like back before all the air waves went digital, where you move the antenna around on a TV, but it was fuzzy, at times you could hear, but not see, and vice-versa. In short: her mind is an outdated television trying to convert the incoming BBC airwaves into audio and sound.
On the other hand, this ALSO seems like an identity reassignment story, with her previous identity trying to take back control of her body. (And I saw the spoiler bar, I'm NOT going to pass over it. I hate spoilers and that disappearing black bar gives me teh willies)
Anyway I look at this, you certainly have my attention. Excuse me, I have a favorite and up vote button to click.
EDIT: actually, I'm staying away from all the comments. Did I mention I REALLY hate spoilers?
MOAR! I'm loving this.
2723999 That looks like RD as Raiden from Metal gear solid 4. Not like the terminator.
So I'm gonna guess dash was struck by lightening and her brain was fried, so twilight rebuilt the body and put in an artfical brain. That has most of dashes memories but not all of them?
Great story btw