While Cobalt and Sparkle were failing to navigate the twisted streets of Canterlot, the latter’s sister, her sister’s friends, her sister’s mentor, and all their doubles hurriedly made their way towards the vault that kept the elements safe.
However, when they reached the vault, both Celestias moved to open the sealed door and ended up whacking their heads together. While rubbing their heads, they said, “Luna always did insist I had a hard head.”
“Princess,” Twilight said, then amended, “My princess Celestia, act first. Trixie’s should hesitate and act second. You’ll keep hitting each other otherwise.”
Trixie cast a glance at Twilight. Nopony else noticed.
“Good idea, Twilight,” her mentor said. The other Celestia nodded, agreeing to the plan. The former stuck her horn into the slot, illuminating with the light of her magic.
The jeweled box floated out of the vault, held aloft in a sunshine yellow aura. Celestia held out the box and flipped open the lid.
Twelve ponies gasped.
"They're gone!" Trixie exclaimed. "Isn't this vault warded, Princess?"
"By over a dozen ponies, myself included," the princess answered.
"It must have taken some powerful, dark magic to get the Elements of Harmony," Trixie stated. One of the Celestias frowned, while the other looked at her lavender student.
Defensively, Twilight retorted, "You- My sister had NOTHING to do with this." The scowl adorning her face was an unusually hostile expression for her. Trixie stepped back, seeing shades of Sparkle in Twilight's eyes.
"Twilight," Trixie's Celestia said, "It is entirely possible that your sister has joined forces with Discord. Be it through her own free will or through Discord's influence, the result is the same. I trust that she wouldn't fall so easily, but it still remains a possibility."
"Are you so sure about that?," a masculine voice said, emanating from the walls. The fourteen ponies by the vault door jumped, looking for the source. "It took remarkably few words to get Sparkle to start spreading chaos.”
“What did you do to her, Discord?” Twilight demanded.
Appearing before them, completely upside down, Discord laughed. “That’s for me to know and you to find out on your own. Although, I distinctly remember overhearing a conversation between you two... something about her talking ponies to death?”
Twilight stepped back. “No... you didn’t...”
Popping out from behind her back, a smaller Discord asked, “Didn’t do what?” He snorted mirthfully. “Well, whatever I may or may not have done, you twelve Element Bearers have more pressing concerns, namely where I hid your Elements. And might I remind you that, no matter how many twists and turns I throw at you, this,” - an hourglass on a wrist strap appeared, adorning his lion’s paw. He tapped it, signifying the time - “is a race.
“Well, Ta-Ta, little ponies!” Discord suddenly jumped up and disappeared in a flash of white light.
“Hmph, if that freak wants a race, I’ll give him a race,” The two Dashes said in unison. “There’s nopony faster than me!”
“That’s great and all, Dash... and Dash,” an Applejack said. “But we still have no idea where in tarnation our Elements are.”
Trixie’s eyes just happened to gaze out the window at that moment. “Twists and turns... The hedge maze! That’s where Discord hid our Elements!”
The two Applejacks galloped swiftly through the maze, sticking together as best they could. Twilight had the right idea suggesting that they stick together, especially after Discord had added his no magic, no flying, no quitting rules.
Their breath was labored, their lungs aching. True, they were very strong mares, but the two Applejacks had been galloping at their absolute top speed, wearing out their bodies just a tad faster than the disorientation wore on their minds.
Of course, the metallic-tasting fog didn't help one bit.
They came to a fork in the road. Without hesitation, Applejack turned left/right, knowing that her double would be following behind her. She ran and ran, her heart thumping in her chest. Worry for her family and friends took root in her mind, and began blossoming into an insidious flower.
"Where's Applejack?" A hollow voice whispered on the wind. "Where is the mare that gave you her word that she would be by your side?"
The orange-coated farmer stopped dead in her tracks. The silence was both deafening and all-telling; she was alone. No, not alone, isolated. She spun around. The way back was closed, as if it had never been there.
"Who's there? Come out, ya' varmint," the orange mare commanded.
"No, why would I?" Pinkie's voice emerged from the fog. Applejack swore she could just make out the faintest hints of the pink mare in the fog. "You broke your word. You left her. You're a liar."
"She left me! She was behind me."
"Really, Applejack? You're still lying?" Rainbow Dash's voice said.
The fog condensed behind Applejack, forming two ghostly images of her. They sprinted past, the one in front going right/left, while the one behind went left/right, just like she had. "No, ah couldn't have," the orange mare said, taking a small step back.
"You're always lying, Applejack," The soft voice of Fluttershy commented.
"We've just been playing along, Darling, but it's time to wake up. This is reality. Your fantasy is killing you," an ethereal Rarity said.
"Poor Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle," Twilight/Trixie said, "having to pretend that Applebloom actually exists to keep you from lashing out."
Applebloom walked out in front of her sister. "What do they mean, pretending that ah exist?"
"Don' listen to them, Applebloom! You are real. You are mah sister!" Applejack moved towards the little filly to embrace her, but something snagged her hoof, sending her tumbling into the ground.
"But ah don't, Applejack."
The farmer looked up. There was nopony there, only fog.
"The truth hurts, doesn't it, Applejack? The truth is such a murky, foggy thing, isn't it? You could alway accept it, and suffer for the rest of your life, or you could just go back to the way things were. Forget this, tell your little lies. Be happy in the clarity you make for yourself." The fog swirled around her, making her drowsy and confused. "Lie and be free."
And so, the twin Applejacks, separate by only a bush, fell to chaos.
Pinkie and Pie, as they had dubbed each other, pronked down the path in an alternating rhythm. Merrily, they chatted over whatever topics popped up in their hyperactive minds.
The fog, thicker than pea soup and strangely metallic tasting, occasionally obscured them from each other's view, but they could still hear each other.
Then Pinkie/Pie tripped. "Hehehehehe. You're such a klutz." A hoof appeared out of the mist, offering support for the downed mare. Pinkie/Pie took it, grateful for the assistance.
That is until a second hoof emerged, grabbed Pinkie/Pie, and flung her up, over, and down onto the rocky ground.
The laughter that followed was a hundred times louder (as if there was a full crowd watching) and far too genuine-sounding for Pinkie/Pie's comfort.
Achy and bruised, the party mare stood up. "What was that for?"
From the fog emerged her traveling companion, straight-maned and smiling from schadenfreude. "Everyone knows slapstick is funnier than jokes and gags, and laughing at an idiot is a riot of its own."
"Hey, I'm not an idiot!"
"Keep telling yourself that, Pinkie/Pie," the other pony said.
"If I'm an idiot, the you are one too," the baker retorted.
The straight-maned pony hummed and nodded. "I guess you could say that. But I'm not that other mare; she left you a while ago. Pinkamina Diane Pie, I'm your subconscious, and it's high time we had a chat. You've been ignoring me for so long that I've had to take drastic action."
"What do you mean?" The baker asked.
"We know funny. We're the Element of Laughter. So why are you letting your friends laugh at us?" The other pony said.
"They're not laughing at me, they're laughing with me," She declared.
"You sure about that? I beg to differ. Remember those looks you get when they think you aren't looking, the whispers, the pitying remarks?" The fog swirled around them. "Think about it, they want you ignorant, they like seeing you suffer. Don't give them the satisfaction. Don't let them laugh and make them suffer instead."
And so, separated by the swirling fog, the two Pinkie Pies fell to chaos.
"It's beautiful!"
"Gorgeous!"
"Simply Divine!"
The twin Rarities stared at the stone they had excavated from what they thought was simply a jewel-encrusted wall. Their Gala dresses were filthy, but in comparison to the wealth they saw before them, what was a measly little dress?
The metallic fog swirled faster.
"How should we split it?"
"Split it?" Rarity scoffed. “Splitting a gem such as this would ruin its value. I could get so much more working with it and selling it on my own.”
“On your own? Why should you get it? I deserve it more that you.”
“On what grounds?”
“How long were you held captive by the diamond dogs, and how badly were you hurt?”
“A few hours before Spike brought my friends, and I was mostly unharmed. I don’t see how this has anything to-”
“Four days. Four days I was down there. FOUR DAYS I WAS BEATEN AND BROKEN AND FORCED TO FIND GEMS. IF THERE IS ANYPONY WHO DESERVES IT, THAT PONY IS ME!”
“You don’t look like somepony who was beaten and broken.”
“I was healed by Thorn.”
“Eww... You’ve probably been corrupted by dark magic. Why would I give my jewel to somepony like you?"
"That's it, Bitch, I'm going to kill you!"
The eyes hidden in the fog contorted with an unseen smile. And so, the not quite as rare gems fell to chaos without a single word from its lord.
The spirit of chaos scowled. The problem with chaos - the good kind, not the more flamboyant effects of his magic - was that it required pulling all the right strings in just the right ways to cause the whole tapestry of fate to unravel. And it irked him so when one of those strings. Just. Wouldn't. Budge.
And his routine for Fluttershy was perfect, too. Sure, maybe it was in the style of the younger, more cruel version of himself, but it was still a masterpiece...
And then the Fluttershies had to ruin it by being little goody-four-shoes. He really thought that bit with the dead rabbit would have done it, but nooooo....
Well, Discord could adapt. It wasn't like her mind was any more defended than any other ponies against a being like him. It worked out fine in the end; she too fell to the hypnosis of his Wonderland's fog.
As the little butterfly changed back into the hideous draconequus, Discord smirked. Just a little more to do, and victory would be his. He was sure of it.
“Where the hay are we?” one Rainbow said to the other as they both galloped through the maze.
The other replied, “No idea. This fog is messing with my sense of direction.”
The first frowned. “What’s the deal with this stuff anyway? It doesn’t feel like any fog I know of.” Experimentally, she planted her hoof into the ground and spun around, using her momentum to buck the air.
Nothing productive happened.
Picking herself up off the ground, Dash grumbled to herself - herself herself, not the other herself. The other Dash, despite not being able to clearly hear the first, could guess what she was saying.
A scream, inequine in nature but clearly fearful, pierced the muffled quiet. “Where am I? Anybirdy, please! Help me!”
The Dashes knew that voice. “GILDA! Is that you?”
“Dashie?” the voice trembled.
“Over here! Follow the sound of my voice. Come on, Gilda. Over-” the speaking Dash was cut off by a sudden and fierce hug.
“Oh, Storm Lord, I thought I’d never see anybirdy again. What in Tartarus is going on?” She blinked her tear-soaked eyes. “Um, Dash, if you’re over there, then who am I hugging?”
Rainbow, the one being embraced, snickered. “Double Rainbow, all the way.”
Gilda pulled her head back and looked at the Dash that she was holding, and then the other. “I’d be surprised, but this isn’t nearly the most extreme thing I’ve seen today.”
“What could be more awesome than two of the most amazing pegasi in the world?” The two Dashes were smiling, but their expressions quickly melted away when they saw that there was absolutely no mirth in Gilda’s eyes.
“Dash... Dash... Cloudsdale’s gone. There were things in the sky... they attacked without warning. Most of us were able to fly to the ground before it got too bad, but...” Gilda trailed off, choking back tears. “The rain... the rain...”
“Gilda, snap out of it. What happened? What about the rain?”
The griffin looked like she was going to be sick. “The rain was red.”
“D-Do you know what happened to my parents?”
“Don’t know. I-I was flying to get help. Please, we’ve got to fly out of here. I need your help,” the distraught griffin replied.
“But our wings-” one of the Rainbows said, only to be cut off as her wings ruffled in anticipation. “Of course Dipcord would make us think our wings were gone. Come on!” The speaking Dash took to the skies, passing through the swirling fog, followed closely by the other.
Behind them, the whites of the griffin’s eyes turned yellow, the golden irises turned red, and he chuckled to himself. Thus, the prismatic pegasi fell to chaos.
“There you are, Fluttershy, Fluttershy,” Twilight said. Behind her, two angry Pinkies in magical straight-jackets, two thoroughly bruised Rarities (with the occasional bite mark or missing tuft of fur), and two delusional Applejacks followed. “Am I glad to see you two.”
Fluttershy one growled, glaring at Twilight. The other hissed, baring blood-soaked teeth.
“Or not.”
The devilish serpent slithered up behind the lone, blue mare. Though the game was over already, there was nothing saying he had to tell them it was over, that they hadn’t found the Elements in time. Everything was right on schedule, Discord thought. His darkest little pawn was just about to find an interesting little book shop, and everything would be in place. Harmony would fall, yadda yadda yadda, eternal chaos.
AS for the mare in front of him, Discord didn’t even have to corrupt her. No, all it would take is a simple little idea to take her down. “Ah, Trixie, the Great and Entertaining Trixie. Enjoying yourself?”
The hornless unicorn replied, “No thanks to you. Give us back the Elements.”
He cackled. “Ohohoho. What would be the fun in that? Besides, the Element are a big-fat lie.”
“What are you wasting Trixie’s time with now?”
“I’m just saying that you’re not really in a maze at all right now. That everything you see, everything that you have seen for a long time, has been all just a dream.”
“Beatrix, Wake-”
“- up,” the nurse said. “Beatrix, sweetie, it’s time for lunch.”
“Ugh... my head. Where is Trixie?”
There was a loud clatter of a clipboard and tray being dropped. “Doc. DOCTOR! Beatrix Lulamoon is speaking again!” The nurse called out with much excitement. Turning back towards Trixie, the white unicorn said, “Beatrix, can you hear me?”
“Yes, Trixie can hear you just fine. Why are you so close to Trixie. Where is she? Who are you?”
Backing up a tad, the nurse quickly apologised. “Sorry about that. My name is nurse Euphoria. I am the head nurse in the chronic wing of Canterlot Psychiatric Hospital. Beatrix, you’ve been unresponsive for four years. Can you tell me the last thing you remember?”
Dazed, Trixie replied, “I... Trixie was in a foggy maze. Trixie was separated from my friends. Discord came up and was taunting Trixie. Then Trixie was here. Wait...” She frowned. “Why is Trixie in a Psychiatric Hospital. Trixie is not crazy!”
“Shhh...” The nurse pleaded. “I never said you were crazy. Never think that. But, you were admitted because your mind was attacked by dark magic, which left you without your higher brain functions, or so we thought. That you’re speaking now is nothing short of a miracle!”
At the mention of “attacked by dark magic,” Trixie’s brain went into overdrive, overwhelmed by the implications to the exclusion of everything else happening around her. “Sparkle.”
“What was that, Beatrix?”
“I’m going to kill Sparkle for what she did to me,” Trixie decreed.
The nurse hummed pleasantly. “I wouldn’t worry about her too much, dear. She was banished to Tartarus a week after you were admitted. You can just relax.”
The door to her room opened and in walked a pony Trixie assumed to be the doctor. “How are you feeling, Trixie?”
“Scared, confused. My head hurts.”
“Don’t worry,” the doctor said.
His yellow and red eyes glinted, reflecting a light that wasn’t there, “That’s only because-”
“-you’re lost in a world of pure imagination,” Discord sang. “Face it, Trixie, which is more likely? That you’re searching for magical artifacts with your doppelgangers that only your friends can wield, questing to defeat the personification of chaos, disorder, disharmony, and madness, or that that same personification is your mind telling you that this world isn’t real, that Twilight is just a reflection of the one you hate, the one that did this to you?”
Smiling, Discord slowly faded away, taking the swirling metal fog and the maze with him. “Game over, Trixie, it’s time to wake up. Hahahahaha.”
Then she was alone in the clearing, though only for a second.
“Trixie! Please tell me you’re still yourself,” a voice called. Trixie turned. It was her.
Helmets are good. I had to wear one back when I raced and it stayed on all the time when I was on the slopes... Too bad it didn't save my legs from injury.
(My old race helmet actually has a cut in it from a REALLY bad wipe out I had once.)
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I'd likely be in the hospital without a helmet.
5805322 Yeah, I know I would have. Anything strong enough to actually cut a certified race helmet would have really fucked up my skull.
Yours must have been a truly wonderful wipe out. Please, enlighten me... I'll tell you what colossal screw up lead to my helmet wrecker if you tell me how you earned yours.
Aaah! The mental gymnastics! It hurts!
Damn, Discord is some dark mofo in here!
I love it.
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Skiing, going down an easy run where you can get going really fast, hit some bad snow (it was awful that day and I'm not very good), and went tumbling. Fell head-over-heels, face planted, and then rolled a good hundred feet before I stopped. When I finally could sit up, the front and back of my head hurt, and my neck was really sore. My arms (I had my polls strapped to me as I rolled) ached because they had been flung every-which-way. Thankfully, I didn't break anything, but I was definitely concussed. Didn't black out, but I lost enough motor coordination to realize that there was no way I'd get down the mountain on my own; ski patrol gave me a ride down on a snowmobile (cool, but the motion hurt) and the local trauma clinic checked me out and put me on observation.
Oh, shiiiittttt....
Four years
Hhmm, possible Asylum reference or just super trippy mind blower?
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Definitely both.
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Apparently, there's a tax on the letter u.
5805509 Why not both?
5805417 Woo, carelessness!
Mine was more stupidity. I'd finished a race earlier that day on the opposite side of the park and was feeling pretty pleased with myself considering how I did (not the best time but it was an amazing set of runs from my perspective) so I grabbed my snowblades and swapped to do some stunting (btw, my snowblades are second gen. No safety releases, but they're the thin ones, not those unholy wide ones designed for half-pipes) Well I'm coming down this hill and I see a beautiful jump at the crest of a hill, marked with warning flags (I didn't pay them any attention, some slopes put them up if there's a risk of getting air)
Well I'm perfectly lined up, I got speed, I've been to the hill in the past often enough that I know roughly what the terrain below looks like and I'm hyped up on how well I'm skiing that day, this jump seems like fate.
So I tuck in good and tight for every extra ounce of speed and fates align, I managed to do everything right. 1080 scissors and I even manage to grab the tail end. It's beautiful, I'm so proud of myself because form wise I know that a pro would look at me and think "hey, that guy's pretty good."
Only one problem.
I look down to spot my landing and the formerly regular hill has become a fucking mogul hill... Moguls, ON A FREAKING SQUARE! The only mogul courses in the entire region rate black diamond or double black diamond, I also never did well on moguls)
Well, I manage to make a "safe" landing, make it over 2 moguls before I wipe out.
It must have looked pretty damn impressive, all I see is a massive blast of snow as I bounce 3 times. Hard. I pretty much rag doll down the hill in an attempt to keep from hurting myself and I finally end up about halfway down the hill, coming to a rest not far from the bottom of the mogul section. I'm laying there kinda dazed and my breath has been very nicely knocked out of me. I open my eyes (I think I closed them after the second bounce.)
Just as ski patrol pulls up to the top of the hill. Now, I'm not a prideful man... But I'm not about to admit to the nice ski patrol guy that someone who came to race ignored almost every single rule when it comes to doing stunts. So I raise an arm in triumph and when he starts making his way to me get on my feet and finish the run before taking a break at the chalet at the base of the hill.
Imagine my shock when I pull off my helmet and almost cut my hand on the ripped up plastic. This wasn't some cheap helmet, this helmet was a professional race helmet, basically the same thing you see on Olympic athletes minus the chin guard.
Scary thing? When I went to get my snowblades I just about swapped out my race helmet for my jester hat. I didn't because I was too lazy to take my goggles off my helmet. (My mom loved silly head wear enough she made me one complete with bells, she used to joke it was how she found me on the slopes. Hey, this was pre everyone having a cell phone.)
Welp, this chapter is quite depressing.
It's sad really that Sparkle has such a bad reputation that the mere mention of her ruins her elemental bearer group and her Celestia. Discord gets a lot of mileage out of that tactic, because Sparkle is really disliked and Twilight is her twin.
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You can place the blame on Sparkle's Celestia. She reaped that situation to have her be a pariah amounts ponies. Trixie being Trixie doesn't help matters.
now this... THIS... is the best alternate version of Equestrian events I have ever read... Sparkle and Thorn are such perfect antithesis' for Twilight and Spike, while still keeping the same morals of a shared upbringing
I tip my hat to you good sir/madam, with a chance of moostache
So he managed to turn all the element bearers except Twilight. I think he's severely underestimating Twilight Sparkle though, both of them. That's where it'll all fall apart for him.
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Eh, from what I understand, it's not merely Sparkle's Celestia's fault.
Sparkle was treated the way she was because that was the societal and cultural norm for how natural darks are treated, and it's been that way for hundreds of years.
If Celestia is truly to blame, it's the fault of both versions, seeing as they've had an extraordinary grasp on the hearts and minds of their subjects for untold generations now. Perpetuating their old decisions in the particular case of Twilight Sparkle isn't any more especially terrible when compared to the long history of the same state of affairs as applied to other ponies.
Not saying they're right, but that if they are indeed wrong, they've both been wrong for a very long time already. The singular case of Twilight Sparkle shouldn't be particularly damning.
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Giving that Discord turned Trixie because of the singular case of Twilight Sparkle, I would say it is pretty damning right now.
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Really, I think that's more Trixie's fault than anything else. The whole point of Sparkle's training was to help those who passed survive encounters with dark-magic users, who can do pretty much exactly what Discord is doing here, and worse things besides.
Given that Trixie fell so easily to his tricks, I'm wondering if Trixie actually passed Sparkle's course at all, even if we know she took it.
Using natural darks to harden the royal guard is actually a smart move, as it lowers casualty rates, which we've seen explicitly stated. As for Celestia, sure, this particular case might be showcasing the folly of her system more than others, but that doesn't make how those others were treated any less wrong in comparison.
5809982 Witch is exactly why Sparkle herself fell before him like a domino. Theres a difference between being trained to fight a powerful mage and fighting a God who is only bothering with not just poking you and being done with it becouse it's entertaining. As for the treatment of Sparkle yes that's a failing on the part of Celestia(not both becouse all those years ago they were one) Condemning anyone based on an accident of birth is the highest form of bigotry and it's no wonder everypony freaked out when they saw a zebra for the first time.
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Sparkle fell over like a domino because she recognized Discord's power over her and submitted to playing his game in order to avoid having her brain scrambled.
Note that she successfully left that encounter with her mind entirely her own. That's a win.
Trixie on the other hoof, let her opponent shake her belief that her reality is real. One life-like illusion later, and Trixie's been fooled into turning against the very allies she ought to be depending on. The degree to which Discord is messing with her mind is uncertain, but it's implied that he isn't doing much.
I'm interpreting that as a lack of focus and/or conviction on Trixie's part. On some level, it seems she trusts Discord's word more than she trusts Twilight's. Trusting your opponent is a big mistake, and going up against a god-like opponent, you ought to be expecting such trickery. She lost focus on who the true opponent is here.
5811472 Fair point
Man, ponies have shit willpower.
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"praise the log!"
https://www.fanfiction.net/u/1983129/Third-Fang
Note the church/holy book of the Log in his profile.
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Oh yes, that. I forgot about that.
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Coming originally from Naruto fanfics, and having witnessed first hand the proliferation of the holy church of the log, "praise the log" always stands out in my mind.
>That is until a second hood emerged
Do you mean 'hoof'?
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Fixed.
5848954 Dänkë
Dang, this Discord is a little extra dark. Fluttershy is going to have some issues when she finds out where that blood in her teeth is from.
Im from warner robbins ga but my folks live in perry ga your the first bro ive heard of from my home state
Not sure how I feel about Rarity being corrupted without Discords influence.
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Just strikes me as Rarity hate more than anything else.
Did you ski partway up a tree before falling into or off said mountain?
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Nah. I was going downhill on a straigh, shallow slope which was good for going insanely fast (40+ mph) and my right skii spontaneously decided it wanted to go airborne, taking me with it. I landed unbalanced and tumbled a good fifty feet, whacking my head several times in the process as I flipped and rolled. I didn't break anything and I was able to walk it off, but I wasn't balanced enough to skii anymore that day or the next.
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Discord didn't corrupt them. They just didn't get along.
During AJ's segment:
Why the buck you lyin' why ya always lyin'? Mmmmm OH MY GOD, STOP BUCKING LYING!
(I'm sorry)
Pinkie/Pie's segment:
....... [eyetwitch]
Rarity's segment:
Well. The Rarities must be extremely chaotic to fall into chaos without any help from Discord
Fluttershy segment:
Whoa whoa whoa. Dead rabbit?!
Double Rainbow:
Should I interpret it to be a side effect of the chaos, or... OH GOD WHY DISCORD YOU SICK MOTHERBUCKER-
Trixie:
Still a sick motherbucker.
Is probably more of a problem to do with the show rather than your story, but I always thought that Rainbow Dash is is this discarding was the weakest of any of them since she showed loyalty, it was just to her home and her family rather than her immediate friends
Brilliant re-imagination of these scenes, here. I especially enjoyed Applejack's, and Trixie's to a lesser extent. The existential dread is palpable.
6616345 I thought the same, but I suppose it could be rationalised as her abandoning her friends for someone else's sake. Spiteful laughter, selfish loyalty.
Trixie demands to know why Trixie is in this hedge maze,
Indeed, Trixie would also like to know why Trixie is here!
DOUBLE RAINBOW ALL THE WAY
'CROSS THE SKY,
YEAH YEEEAAAAH
DOUBLE RAINBOW
Oh my Log, author you *BAM double censored* genius.
Nice Reimagining.
Well… that chapter left my head spinning… good job