"HEY YOU! Yeah you!"
"O-over here! We'd like to t-talk to you, if you don't mind."
"Don't go, please. Don't leave us alone... We need your help. I know this must all be a bit confusing..."
"I'm still havin' a hard time gettin' my brain around it."
"Don't worry Applejack, you get used to it!"
"But Pinkie, darling, are you certain... whomever might be out there can hear us?"
"Well maybe not hear us, but they can definitely see our words, so that'll work too!"
"Let's hope so, girls. We're gonna need all the help we can get if we're gonna stop this thing... And even they won't be safe from..."
"LOOK OUT, HERE IT COMES!"
"THEY FOUND US, IT'S A TRAP! IT'S A-"
Chapters (1)
This story is weird.
*clicks the back button*
I'm such a sadist.
Wow.
Is this supposed to be a stealth parody of bad fanfiction?
I'm gonna said that whoever this evil is, really screw up, wanna know why, well think for a second, he is using their link to enter to our world, but what if may i ask is the door he opened, which is the river in which he just try to swam, why my friends is the biggest power of chaos our world have, one that just doesn't connect to anywhere but where the best and the worst of our world exist...
The internet
Just think it for a second...
So, the spirit of grimderp, is it? The dark darkydarkness of dark stuff, where everyone needs to suffer and be in agony and trying to rise above it is futile and naive. Where believing in goodness and levity and happiness is foolish. Where it's all about guns and katanas and meaningless sex and everyone thinks being cynical is the same as being deep.
Yeah, I don't do that. I'll just go on writing silly and funny stories where friendship prevails and everyone has some goodness deep inside and where being a good person both brings rewards and is its own reward too. And there's nothing you or anyone else can do to stop me.
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(Fun story concept. Ended too quickly, though.)
its funny that this pathetic stem cell of a parasite thinks its threating... seriously a human mind do they have any idea what goes on there... every torture dark thing, every favorite game, violence or messed image or lore... it thinks it could best those who might read cuthulu and all manner of insanity, and messed up things on the internet. really if theres anywhere no being should want to be trapped its the firing ground that is the human mind. honestly anyone who thinks this little phantasim has one by getting in our head never seen anything where the character walks into the monsters mouth without realizing it thinking they found shelter.
anyway I'm going to go explore the internet to sterilize my mind, good by worthless parasite .... for if my common things don't work.... well can think of shows that rot the brain and are unfortunately easy to find .....
I skipped through some of the weirder parts and my nitpick is as straightforward as the entity's speech always being in bold. Are they still them?
I stopped reading when Twilight told me to. Ha.
Joke's on you, Mr. Blob of Gibberish. I can write dark stories without being pretentious. So there.
In all seriousness, though, I have no idea what tone you're going for here. The way you set up this tale is very deep and immersive. The only reason I read this story is because, well, Twilight told me to. I was actually afraid for her. Some may see this as a cheap trick, but I think this is a level of clever writing we don't often get around here, and you manage to maintain that feeling throughout the narrative for the most part.
However, I have to say that I don't know what to make of the antagonist. Are we supposed to be afraid of it or laugh at it? I really can't decide. I know why the Mane 6 are afraid of it, but I also know that it's not a threat to me. In fact, the way the Mane 6 fend it off was just comedy gold. Or it would be if this was a comedy. Again, the tone's all over the place.
I'm honestly on the fence about this one. I love the narrative style you use to draw the reader in, but I'm not sure whether or not you want us to take this seriously. If this isn't supposed to be serious, then I applaud you for this excellent and artistic satire. If it is supposed to be serious, then I'm sorry, mate. I can't bring myself to cower in fear of Mr. Blob of Gibberish over there. And I'm certainly not gonna bend to its will.
Dude...that was...I don't even... dude.
THAT WAS AWESOME! It kind of made me trip out a bit.
I want a sequel good sir/madam.
You're inside me? Good. Now you're an autistic college student too. Welcome to hell.
OMIKRON!!! the nomad soul poniefied.
No soul hoping for you.
I look at that last bit of text and think...wow then by that logic you've already lost...I have had a mind that my I am almost certain is unable to be analyzed by any psychologist for the past...18 yrs of my life? Mostly because I cannot truly put into words how I already have a persona within me...a part of my psyche that acts independent of the rest of my mind, the worst part? I've tried to explain how it works in the most simplest terms and nobody even is remotely worried. What is it? An Invisible friend of a 22 yr old grown man...it is not an alternate personality that would take me over in an instant...nor does it normally act on it's own like a standard voice in the head...I can talk to it...but it is capable of talking to me when I truly need it...it stopped me from committing suicide once...it doesn't personify it's self as human...and it's definitely not afraid of a mere shadow...not because it's part of a story, it because it is merely an abomination of the mind, a place it has to infect to crossover to be real...and mine is able to house more that one stream of conscious...so come into my mind...it's far from innocent.
Also you forgot something else...the real discord isn't taken out by such cheap tricks...luna is a dreamwalker and you knocked her unconscious, never do that to a dreamwalker with a mental attack you just pretty activate a neat little passive which is deadly for eltrich abominations, and Celestia once wielded all six elements, those things are loaded with hidden passives abilities...you know the whole "honesty sense" that Aj has? She has that? Pinkie's fourth wall powers...slightly inverted controls, still functionable, and did I forget to mention that alone means your being played? How do I know this? Because I'm human...not like sunset...I'm the real deal...one of the ones who entire world is unable to use magic...why? Do you really want to introduce magic a race that literally invented ways to kill each other solely for the purpose of killing each other? Do you want to know why I can know these things.
No? Didn't think you did.
To the rest of the comments section...don't worry I hope I'm not that not that insane, but that weird thing my head does that I just described...my parents say that's my guardian angel...and I'm pretty sure it's just boredom that actually causing most of it really...i'm no expert but If there is a more rational explanation than biblical bullshit my dad spits out then feel free to tell me the term for it.
5837622 Boredom is the most likely answer, someone to talk to when nobody is around.
honestly I wish this was real cause then the multiverse theory would be real
I'm sorry I can not take seriously the villain, why ?, because making power of intellectual ability of the reader ... I do not have any of that!
also, connect to the consciousness of people who surf the Internet ?, as it destroyed by an explosion of inconsistencies, randoness and kittens, do not think anything can survive that, entertaining story but nothing to fear.
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Me too.
My mastery of my curiosity, has saved Equestria!
Which is real apparently!
Neat!
Someone's been reading The Multiversity: ULTRA COMICS, don't lie. I can tell it screwed you up just as much as it did me. I like it.
This...this is pure genius. You just earned an up vote.
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door.
Only this and nothing more.”
"We R already inside U..."
And welcome to the mind of an insanity patient... Great story. Kinda reminds me of "The Stanley Parable." ... Great game.
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Hope you like being in a mind with absolutely noyhing good in it...a space filled only with darkness and violence...Enjoy your stay
Nice try, Zalgo.
But you chose the wrong people to try and control.
We are not merely readers.
We are writers.
Fabricators of realities and reapers of worlds, if we choose so.
You are but a gnat to the gods.
5839145 That was the first story I ever read that broke the 4th wall
Oh, hi Zalgo. Weren't expecting anyone but the "host" in here, did you?
Yeah, that's the thing with really active imaginations, they tend to create "sub-personalities". Like us!
Since the mindscape is our realm, and you just willingly entered it. Why don't we play a "game"?
If you survive, the part of you that has entered here can leave. If you don't survive, well... it won't really matter, now would it?
T̻̹̘̠̙̘he̟̦̙̘̣r̳e̪'͎͚̺̱̼͙s̝͔̮̜ ̬̹͇͉̘͖͚a̟̫̠̹ p̳l̺̦a͖͙͍̤̝͈c̥̲̩̼̹̬̮e ̝̱̞̩̹̥̟t̲͖̼͍̥h̰̭ạ̹͎̮̭͉ͅt͙̻̼̘͕̙ͅ ̮̦̬̣̪̝l͈̱on̻͔g̬͓̘͓̯ ̦̞̫͚a̗̫̬͍̠g̺̱̬͙̙̞o̳̗̦̯͖͔,̞͔͍͙̲̩̬ ̦̙r͔̩͔͈͚̮u̱̩̘̝m̼̰͕̭̱̖̤o̪r̭ ̜̯͈̙̪͓ha͈̜̠s̩͚̜̖̤̮̦ ̲̮͍ͅh̙̜a̪̪̪͎ṟ͈̣b͔o̠r̟͙̩̬͎̰͔e̳͕̗d͙̲̱̝̜͓ ̘̺ͅc̤̰͉̪̳̱r͔̼̜͓̖̝ͅịm̰̫̹̳e̺̗͕͈͚̼.̭̞̤̗
͔̱͔̭̪̖̺M̰͕̙any̮̫ w̝h̼̥͙o͙͉ w̗͎͙̠̞͕̯e̹̫̪̲n̙͔͍̘t̲ ͚͎t̺h̬̲̞̯̟e̹̱̼̗̬̩͖r̭͖͈̝e̻͉̥ n͔̯e̹v̯̺̮̪͚̥e̯̦̯̙̟̣r̦̮ ̗̖̟̲l̮e̞̲̩͈͇ͅft̪̞͎̖͍͈,̹͈͇̘͇͔ ͈̱̞͉b̞͕̣͈͔̭ṵṭ͉͖̲ ̻ͅͅs̫t͈̟͓̞̯͉̠o̞̤͈̦̮r͍̣i͖e̹s̺͖̗̫̠̜ ͈c̦̘̣̠͔h̫͎̠̣͎ͅa͇n̦̘̥̤̤ge͈͖̰̪̬̪ ̼w̼͔͖̤̗͓͈i͍͚̙ṱ̤̥͍̬͎̥h̙̞̥͍ ̫̟̬͈͓̮͍t͖i̭̫̬m͚̞e̫̙̝̜.͎̝̘͍
͓͕S̞̝̙̹e̹͓͇̻͔a͚͓̤̩l̥̥e̩͇̦d ̰̫̺̠̝̦it͓̪͙̭̬͙ ͚͇̞̠̦̩̠a͍̠w͉͚̮̣̰a̬͎y͉̫,͚ ̖t͔̰̙͎̞he̩̥̲̞̞̱y ̝j̞u͉s͈̟̥͔̗̫t̗͓̹̲̞͉ ̜̣͙h̗̘̻̤̹͉id̗ ̱̻͔̪͎̫t̮h͖̺e̜̩͇ͅr͎̲̰̰̝̭e̖̟͖̹ ͈͈e̗̻r̭̤͔̗r̙̰̬̦̬̥̖or̥̳̜̰̗,̖̬̬̠͚ ̟̰l̖̗̝̻oc̦̤̮̱͚̦̩k͇͉e̯͍̹̥͙̦͇d ̭͉̣a͉̟͉̱̫̞l̳l ̬̳̰t͎̫̖̣̬̖̙h̥̳͍͚̦̠̺e̱̪̝̗̠̙ ̥̘̘̝̟s̼̜͕͖l͔̭̳̻̘a͉̹̹̖i̗͕͖͖n̞͇ ͈̞̣ͅfr̼̯̬͖̤̥o̯̯̠̖m̺͎̝͙ ̣s̳̻͉̮̲i͉̤̯̭̙gh͕͎̗͕̭̹ṭ͓̹̪.͍̥̠̼̰̦
̪S̰͉̰p̜r̙͖̥i͉̭̮̬̱̺͕n͙̼̬̤̱͈ͅg̱̫̮̻͕-̰̗l̟̣͇͈̦̦͔o͔a̟̹͕̩̖̲d͙̺͉̠̻͉̮e͖̯̦͖̗̫̤d͚̹͙ t͎͚̺̖ra̤̞p̖̤̝s̘ͅ ̝̟t̻̙̲̳͕̦h̦͓͇a͎͚t͚̝̞ ̥̭̱uṋle̼̟̟̠̜a̙̥s̻̻͕͉̻h ̙̣t̝̗h̜̖̙͓͈̬e͕̝͇̜̖͓i̹̹̺̦̦͍̯r̲̙͖̝ͅ ̻̘͓̜̥t͎͉͇͉̘̣ͅe͈r̤r̻͇̪̖̞̤̝o̖̙̼̮r̺͍̟̯̞̙,̝͉̞ ̳̱̯̯̖h̼͍o̺̙͔̫̮w̬̜̬̪͔͍ ͉d̪i̮̮̮̠̫̬̬d͚̩ ̩̟̞̠h͙̠̫̺e̱ ̤̩̼la̰̯͔̤͕̝s̰͙͓̯t̯̱̩̗̱̭ ̦̘̘͈f̭͈̩̞͍̦̠i͉͍͓̭͈̘̦v̙̳̗̖͇ͅḙ̹ ̩̳̩ni̗̟̲̞̭̫͉g̟̫̟̥̮̼h̦͎̰̞͔t͙s̭̥ͅͅ?̜̻̦
Welcome to our home.
You're going to regret ever existing...
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You have to admit that it's done really well.
And even if it did, by declaring itself above criticism, it rendered itself toothless. Above criticism, eh? Then you are a petulant child. A whining, immature brat who cannot withstand the slightest hint of dissension. So by all means, enter the human consciousness. Be torn apart by the contradictions we embrace every day. Be bleached in the light of hope even as you are suffocated by the true malignancy you ape. Fry in the fires of love even as you freeze in the chill of apathy beyond your childish pique. And most especially of all, choke on dotted red underlines, because if you're in my mind, you've already been spellchecked into oblivion.
Well, that was cathartic.
"WE R ALREADY INSIDE U."
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F̛̲̮̖͐ͯͮͩ̑̅ͧ͆͂ͮͤ̎ͭ̋͑̊͟͞ö̋ͪ̌̂̈́̉ͭ͆̓͆ͯ͂ͬ҉͙͎̩̘͓̣͖̘͍̺̬̼̬͇͖͞O̷̱̩̖̗͊ͪ̆̆̈́̈ͣ͗ͮ̒̆̑̇ͮͭ̀̚̕͡l͙̻̙̱̟͍̤̤̟̫̞ͭͭͫ̂̑͛ͨ͘͞ͅ.̰̰̺̖ͮ̐͒̑̍̃̑̐͊̒ͨ̍̈̽͘̕͢ͅ.̅͛ͯ̋̅ͦ̈́͋ͧͦ̈́̆̄͛҉̨͔̺̖̮͖̖͉̩͖̳̱̞̘͙̲̘.̢̞̹̗̼̾̽ͦ̐͡
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̢̪͍̗̲̗̬̭̾̓̎̔Ä̢͉͍͓́̿ņ̡̝̙͕͍͎̞̜ͤͥ̒̍ͯ́̐ ̢͍̤̳̝͈̰͑͐ͮ̏͗̌̆̓A̢͉̥̒̈ͨͣͬ͂n̨̢̰̮̂̅̍Ţ̛̥̦̘̪̂̄ͣͨ͗ ̴̝̖̱̘̬̻̈́ť͎̣̼̼̖͡O̵͍̘̭̞͕ͧ͛́ ̶̤̺̮̺̈́̂ͯm͕̈́ͩ̂̈͗̍̉͊E̺͎̪͎̼̗ͤ̌ͪ͊̚̕.̃̾ͩ̓͑͆҉̻͎͍ͅ.̟̤͔̱͍̅̎͋͋ͭ͂̄.̮̞̬͎͇̩̠ͣ̃̀ͧͬͥ̾ͦ̌́͞
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̵̲͖̺̝̫͆ͧ̈́ͣͩͫͩ͞Y̟̥̬̒̊́ͦ́o̶̙̘̱̦̥ͣ̄ͨ͑ͦ͊ͬ̈͜U̱̙͔̒ͬ̊̿́̀͝ͅ ̘̪̮̱͙͎̌̅̆̑ͮ̓́͠ḑ̊̒͒ͬ̇̽̑͌̚͏̘̝̖͈͇̭͘O̯̖͚͎̻̮̠̎̔ͮͣ̉͝͡ ̯̦̹͍͔ͯ̐͊ͦ̃͗͂n̩͈̦̟͍͆ͥ̇̆͐͊͆ͯO̶̭̗̫̩̥̤̖͑͂̂ͧ̃t̪̥͓̜̞̺̠ͬͭͤ̄ ̯̞̮̫͕̣̿̐̀̕F̷̧̯̫̖̀̅͑̿͛͑̂r͉͍͙̘̲̭̹͍̯̃̍͑̌I̺̋̈ͬ̒͑̚͠g̢̲̹͔̖̻͇̋̅͋̏ͪ͐͐H̘͚̠̻̱ͣͬ͢t̵͚̮͎͙̗̒̄̃̊̕͠E͍̤̦̬ͬ͟͠n̙͚̠̰͚͔̪͚̎̋̏̀̍ͨ̕͘͝ ̶̵̼̬͒̂ͥ̅̅̑͒̄͡M̵̼̘͆͛ͩe̷̙͎͇͖̥͌ͮ̈́̓.̢̧͚̜̲̼̳͍̼ͬ̋́̀ͅ.̨̧̫̜̪̉͂̈̃ͤ̓ͪ͝.̣̪̥̰͈͎̍͗̑ͩ̄ͥ̏̀
That's mean. What did the letter U ever do to you? Rape is bad you know!
And thus, equestria was annihilated to remove any and all threats to the human race.
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That was very immersive! I finally made an account SPECIFICALLY to say that I feel this story was incredibly well done, and I love the way you tell it. Looking forward to future stories!
I had to force myself to take it seriously, but afterwards, I could bask in the meta trippyness.
...My brain hurts so much from reading the bad grammar that I had to proof read this comment.
If I re-read this...would that mean I am rewinding time?
Also, if I were to copy and paste this in a word document, where I could edit what happens...does that make me God?
Better yet, if I stop giving a fuck...would the entity truly be inside me?
...
Yeah, no. The answer to all of those questions is no.
Great story, btw.
Oh...well then...
How about I introduce you to my good friend, The Pain Series.
And don't worry, that's only the surface of what's in this brain.
Like the once highly acclaimed voodoo doctor once said: "I got friends on the other side."
This is some mind-blowing stuff. How did you come up with this? This is amazing!
Oh, and what poor choices of hosts you've chosen, Mr. Evil Guy. Very poor choices. You see, Mr. Evil Guy, we have imagination. A lot of imagination. You are in my head you say? Well, prepare yourself, because you are in my domain.
You can stop the bravado, because you have no power here. I do.
~ Wolfram Alpha
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Then you remember that one of Zalgo's hands holds a dying star, whilst the other eternally drips with the blood of a dead god. And you wonder, if writers are the gods, where did that godsblood come from?
Inside of me?
...dude, it's already crowded in here, you sure that's a good idea?
...wait...yep...sorry, but my other tenants don't take kindly to newcomers...
Welp, that's that, I suppose. Nice build-up, and this is for Twilight, no worries dear. If you've still got that connection going, word of advice, "Cross the Streams"...or reverse the polarity of the neutron flow, either works in this case. Failing that...well...let's just say I've got an Alucard, and I'mma 'bout to play it. ;)
And now...shit gets fun!
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Not mere demigods or pantheon gods of harvest and war, but Gods of creation.
We would only be defeated if we permit it.
This was great. Though it seems only on person in the comments, thus far, knows what this is actually referencing. Also, I love the idea (REALLY love) that Pinkie became able to break the fourth wall after using the elements. The notion that they did something to her that they did not do to the others is compelling, and has lots of potential.
This fic is amazing. I read it because the cover art reminded me of that issue of Flash in Grant Morrison's book Supergods...
And I was not disappointed. You have pulled off quite the masterstroke with this story and I applaud you for it.
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We DEMAND our Happy Ending!
Eheh eheh ehehehehehehahahahhahahahahaHAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAaaaaaaaaaaa!
Ooooooooooooooooh Dear! That was your plan? To get into my brain? Even if that wouldn't a terrible idea anyway, there's just onnnnne smaaaaall problem. As a certain dark knight detective once said...
My brain's not a nice place to be.
See, invading even a sane mind is a tricky enough proposition. Even if you didn't do it as blatantly as you did, people are fairly good at recognising when their thought processes don't match themselves, and can usually dismiss such intrusions with a minimum of effort. Even if you could get a foothold in someone's psyche, that's all it is - a foothold. On a living mountain. That can crush you quite handily.
But you just tried to take an insane mind. Tried to find a foothold in a hurricane. And you know what they say abvout harnessing the wind...
You like darkness, do ya? Well, how about a bit of heartwarming! Oh, and look, here's a happy ending for ya! Really, if you wanted to get rid of happiness and cuteness, you chose the wrong franchise to piggyback on.
Hope you like that, because, my fine fallacious friend...
YOU'RE IN MY WORLD NOW!
Good luck.