Consequences
For the remainder of the night, Luna made sure to be swift when tending to her regular duties, so that she could keep a keen eye on her sister. But the strange, evil demon named John Doe did not rear his head again for the remainder of the night, which only put Luna more on edge. The night's silence, previously a comfort, now only invited self doubt and stress, anxiety and discomfort.
Eventually, it was time for the moon to set. This meant that the sun would soon need to be lifted into the sky, sent on its regularly scheduled celestial journey. Luna dreaded the moment when when she'd have to alert her sister to her own failure... granted, her sister was a kind and benevolent one, but who in their right mind enjoyed disappointing a damsel in distress?
Celestia woke up, bleary-eyed and yet again exhausted. Hopefully Luna would have some good news. She painfully sat up in bed, only to see her younger sister trembling in the corner of her room, huddled into a fetal position and muttering "This is not good, this is not good, this is not good..."
Thus encouraged, Celestia tried to make her way over to comfort her, but found every step an arduous struggle. The pounding on her head increased, and she fell to the floor heavily. Her mental tenant was jack-hammering away at the walls of her mind, and suddenly everything was just pain.
She couldn't take it. She pleaded aloud to the malevolent entity inside her, to stop, to die, to fade, to escape, to do anything to lessen the pain. She just couldn't take it.
Her internal mental defenses came crumbling down, and the demon John Doe only gained a sinister grin, brightening up the dark oubliette he had created for himself to inhabit, within Celestia's mind. He could feel the constant pressure of her subconscious vanish as if it had never existed. He was temporarily taken aback by surprise; had her subconscious fortitude really fallen so quickly? He was only putting forth about fifty percent of his maximum effort in order to force the alicorn goddess to yield, but he wasn't too terribly worried. He was just pleasantly surprised. Amazing the kind of luck you can have when you do nothing but hate and discriminate.
Luna had been startled from her self-deprecating reverie only by the loud thump caused when Celestia's formidable body hit the floor hard. "Tiaaa!!" Luna galloped over to the princess of the sun, and held her now lifeless eyes up to meet her own. "What's wrong? What happened? John Doe, are you in there? Whatever you're doing, stop it! Stop it right now!"
A subtly dark aura began to envelop the normally bright white mare, and she began levitating off the ground by sheer negative energy. Her eyes opened to reveal only blackness and hatred. Luna only gave them a glance and nearly lost her sanity.
Her voice took on a deeper, echoing, sinister tone, as if the demonic force within her had possessed her completely. John Doe's warped voice mixed with Celestia's and uttered forth a terrifying proclamation. "Luna, you have failed to protect your sister. Her mental defenses have crumbled into nothing. I am in complete control, and you are the only one to blame, you pathetic little whelp. Never again will you hear your sister's voice, or receive from her a tender embrace. She is mine, and I say that her brain has lived on for long enough. So here's your last chance to say goodbye, Luna. I honestly don't even care about my life, or this land, right now. It's all nothing but nonsense anyways. I'm going to destroy this mind, and myself, and your sanity. And there's nothing you can do about it. Have a terrible life."
Celestia's eyes rolled backward into her skull, no pupils and irises left; just blank, white nothingness. She crumpled into the ground in a heap, shallowly breathing, but alive. Luna just broke mentally; she couldn't be strong anymore. Her sister had just been taken away from her for no bucking reason at all! She wrapped her hooves around Celestia's body, and mumbled sweet nothings into her ear. "No, you're all right, it's all right. It's going to be okay. You'll be fine tomorrow. This is just a bad dream. Nothing bad is happening. It's all fine. You're not gone. You're right here. You're my sister. You can't leave me. This can't be happening. It's just not fair. You'll be fine."
Her pointless meandering words trailed into incomprehensible nonsense. She was babbling forth, her thoughts all jumbled into inexplicable gobbledygook. A Royal Guard, hearing the commotion, crashed through the door to see what all the hullabaloo was about, only to be literally blown back by the force of Luna's Royal Canterlot Voice. "GET THE BUCK AWAY FROM US!" The guard was used to the voice normally, but this one was even stronger than usual. He flew at a breakneck pace backwards into a wall, crashing through and landing in an unconscious pile of limp limbs, out for the count.
Luna slapped Celestia. She poured buckets of water over her face. She spun her about with her dark blue magical levitation. She even tried tickling her, but nothing worked. Celestia would forever gaze, unblinking, uncomprehending, and absentminded, for the rest of eternity. Eventually resigned to defeat, Luna carefully set Celestia back in her bed, tucked her in, and closed her eyes.
Not knowing what else to do, she began brokenly singing a lullaby, pretending that her elder sister had only gone to sleep. Yes, she looked calm in bed. She was just sleeping.
"H-h-hush, n-now, quiet now, i-i-it's time to l-lay your, your sleepy h-head. H-h-hush, n-now, quiet now, it's time, it's time, it's time to go to... to bed.." Fat, salty tears ran down Luna's face like rivers of melancholy. Her runny nose sent mucus drifting down into her coat, and she tore at her mane with her hooves, large swathes of ethereal and flowing hair cast to the ground, now still and lifeless. Bald patches appeared on her head, and she ended up wailing like a banshee, lamenting the loss of her sister and, unknowingly, the loss of her peaceful mind. Forevermore she would be a turbulent loner.
Somehow, despite her current state of mind, she realized she would have to cover for her sister's disappearance from the public eye. Later that day she ruthlessly tortured one of the changeling prisoners which had been captured during their invasion of Canterlot earlier. It had taken them a while, but by now they understood the hissing, harsh language of the changelings. Luna eventually figured out how to adapt her own magic to transform her body into that of Celestia, and also used the magic to restore her appearance to one more befitting a princess. It might not be a perfect solution, but it would have to do. She couldn't trust anypony else with this task. It was her responsibility, and hers alone.
The next day the sun rose just as it always did, but it almost seemed more somber in a way, to all those who were awake at the crack of dawn. Somehow, even though it still shone with its regular warmth, everyone its rays touched felt just a little bit sad on the inside.
Luna stood on a castle balcony, focusing her efforts on dealing with two celestial objects at the same time. It had to be done. Even if her world had crumbled, it did not allow her to forsake her sister's subjects. A sad sigh escaped her lips, but this was the only evidence of emotion she allowed herself. She had to be strong.
A knock on the door drew her attention away from the sunrise and sunset. She made sure the day was well on its way before she went to answer it.
Twilight Sparkle stood at the door, her mane unkempt, her eyes twitching from lack of sleep, sunken into her skull. Clearly, something was worrying her.
"Hi, Princess Luna, I think there's something wrong with Princess Celestia! She won't answer any of my letters. What's going on?"
Luna took a deep breath, and prepared to begin a life of lies, all to carry on in her sister's memory. Her face became one to bear moderately bad news, a mask for the shattered and broken character within. "Calm down, Twilight, everything's fine. I'm afraid Celestia's just not feeling very well today. I'm sure it's nothing though; there's no need to worry. What she needs is just to be alone for a while. If she gets better, I promise I'll send you a letter as soon as possible. I'm certain everything will be fine. Here, let's go to the kitchens and get a cup of tea. I know it always makes me feel better."
Twilight took Luna's words not quite at face value; she detected that something was a bit off about the princess of the night, but discounted it as nonsense.
Over a warm cup of tea with milk and sugar, inside Luna's enormous quarters, Twilight attempted to make small talk with Luna, in order to decipher what was wrong. "So... how have things been lately? You seem just a little bit worried. Are you sure Celestia's going to be okay?"
Luna was staring off into the distance, only barely conscious of the conversation taking place. She blinked a few times and turned her attention back to her sister's former protege. "I'm sorry, I was just thinking about something. What was it you said?"
"I was asking how you're doing, Princess Luna. Is everything all right?"
"...yes, yes I suppose it is. I was just feeling... a little bit lonely. But it's quite all right. Nothing to be worried about. Please, don't tell anypony about Celestia's status. I'm sure it would just cause undue worry. Can I trust you not to worry, Twilight?"
"Sure thing, Princess! You can count on me."
"Thank you, Twilight." Luna gazed out the window, and it was as though she looked not at the land, but beyond it.
Sensing that perhaps Luna just didn't want to talk about whatever was going on, Twilight decided to give her some space. She figured that sometimes a bit of solitude was necessary to sort out one's thoughts. She politely excused herself from the table, made her way over to the exit, and parted with a final farewell. "Have a nice day, Luna! And tell Celestia she's got the support of me and all my friends, wishing her to get better!"
Luna quickly wiped a tear away from her eye before it betrayed her true feelings on the matter. Celestia wouldn't hear any well-wishing, or speak any kind words ever again. "Yes, I'll carry on your message. Have a... a bright day."
As soon as Twilight was out the door, Luna walked over to her sister and removed a few strands of hair, a bit of DNA to grasp onto in order to ensure the transformation process worked properly.
In a moment of bright light, Princess Luna seemingly vanished, and in her place stood once again the regal and royal Princess Celestia. Luna looked in the mirror, and try as she might, she couldn't pull off a genuine smile, the kind that warmed the heart like they should. She took a deep breath, though, steeled herself, solidified her will, and went outside the room to carry on in her sister's hoofsteps.
She had a feeling that this would be but the first of many long days. Many very long, sad, lonely, and melancholy days.
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Prepare for your last fix of sadness, and I'll prepare for the very few butthurt fans. Have a bucking adorable day, my fellow bronies. This story is now over. If you don't like, it, I'm sorry to say this, but tough cookies. Go read a better fic than this.
.....Meh. Jimmies remain unrustled.
1117283 Congratulations! You win the unrustled jimmies award! You get three mustaches.
hold on. where does celestia go?
i mean, where does the body go? do they burn it?
So, where did she keep the body?
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It was used to make glue and a very special kind of gelatin for jello and marshmallows.
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delicious
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Ooh, tasty.
1117371>>1117373 Indeed.
1117132 this story is the second most deliciously tragic story i have ever seen
personally i would have loved it to be a little more dragged out so that Celestia would suffer more and then willingly let him take over so that the pain would end and then for Luna to snap like a twig at the sight of her now-vegetable-sister
that would have been perfekt in my eyes but this was still really good.
thanks for the story my most insane friend
how do i know you are insane? it takes one to know one i guess
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also why is the comedy tag there and not a tragedy tag
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this feels really rushed im sorry but really this ending is not better than the poor quality "and they fucked" storys so im removing my fav and down vote this story
1118286 Damn straight it was really rushed. I'm so distraught over the difference of one fav and one downvote. I mean, the other 20 someodd downvotes pale in comparison to the awe-inspiring power of your single opinion. Your disapproval will send me spiraling so far down into a deep depression that I will never escape such sadness. I will huddle in a corner of a dark closet in the fetal position, munching therapeutically on chocolate ice cream, to try and soothe the burn caused by your poorly-phrased (grammatically speaking, that is) but scathing review of my ending.
I've no idea how I'll ever get over your disappointment. I'll have to spend the rest of my life atoning for my sin, and even then that still might not be enough.
In all honesty though, you're perfectly entitled to your opinion, and that's fine. I'm just trying to say that in this particular case, I care so little about this botch-up of a story (and your own personal opinion) that your criticism doesn't nearly have the sting as a criticism from someone I truly respect.
So, have a marvelous day.
I'm sad. Poor luna.
1118681 Aww, don't be sad.
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*sniff* Haha.
I'm still sad!
How is this possible?!
1118891 I've got no idea.
But here's a silly story if you want something more lighthearted!
http://www.fimfiction.net/story/45456/1/My-Little-Tank%3A-Artillery-is-Friendship/The-Story
It was a collaboration between me and deathtap, and it's very silly and random.
Have fun!
wow your getting a lot of thumbs down on this its half of your thumbs up!
1119061 And do you believe the downvotes were justified?
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You better be.
You know what my days used to be like? I just read fanfics. Nothing could sadden me, or leave me in despair... or drive me insane... I had a pretty good life...
And then you showed up.
You dangerous, typing lunatic.
It's been fun... don't come back...
/sarcasm
If you can catch the (rather large) reference, good for you.
Anyway, it was an interesting idea for a story, too bad you kind of ended it before it could really begin...
Dude, that's messed up.
I'm glad you didn't take the egomaniac route.
However, it seemed a bit abrupt to just destroy Celestia's conscience all in one go.
That just... *sigh*... I don't even know what to say to that.
Ever have a great idea again... please be sure that you're willing to properly complete it and not just slam the brakes.
R.I.P. Celestia
1136298 Let's see... first of all, it wasn't a "great idea". From the start it was heavily met with criticism and hate, but that shouldn't have been enough to keep me from writing. I'll grant you that. But the idea itself was just a ponified mutation of an obscure novel I'd once read, that actually had to do with demons and exorcisms and whatnot, a series by Jenna Black. Go ahead and look up her books if you want more mind-games type stories. I remember downloading them freely from online as PDF files, so I'm sure you can do the same. Hey, if you still want to continue the story, or make an alternate ending, you go right on ahead. But as things stand, my reasons for trying to "slam the brakes" are actually incredibly selfish!
Firstly, I wanted to end it because I figured it was an inevitability anyways, and it wasn't so well known as to cause a whole lot of people getting butthurt by its abrupt ending. ... that sentence sounded a bit odd, but I'm going to continue regardless.
But I will take that into account, the dedication to really finish a story... but not all stories have a satisfying ending, by any means. Perhaps I'll try and make a ~1000 word silly oneshot about Twilight having writer's block, (metafiction?) or Derpy's eyes getting fixed by Discord only to have them messed up again by a crashing Rainbow Dash, (easy come easy go, I suppose?) or about Twist getting tortured and blown up by evil terrorists (action thriller type?). The truth is, every idea has already happened, in some incarnation. There's nothing new under the sun. Complete and utter originality is, in my opinion, unattainable. That doesn't mean you shouldn't try; because arranging something in a way that hasn't been done in a while, or that draws from several unacknowledged sources rather than just one, can help in providing entertainment immensely.
Secondly, I wanted to end it because there's this author I really admire, Razorbeam, and to be completely honest, I was like "Read my story, please!" because he had read a different one of mine. And then he very politely declined, which threw my whole psyche into disarray! He basically just said that this kind of story didn't interest him; but also he just didn't have the time. So I was like "Buck it... but gently I guess." and decided to just end it. One possible ending could have been that the only way to get rid of the
demonhuman was to burn its host alive, but that probably wouldn't have worked too well. Plus there weren't any exorcists around. Oh, right, back onto topic. Basically my self-respect only permitted me a sense of responsibility such that I wouldn't simply make a 7 word ending of "Oh, yeah, then they all died. The end." I guess I sort of lost the motivation to write it, both from myself, and from others. Wow, this is long enough to be a self-indulgent blog post. That aside though, how'd you even find this story, and choose to read it despite the rather large number of dislikes? I'd thought it condemned to the bowels of anonymity by now. A comment on it is such a rare occurrence, aside from immediately after an update, that I'm always taken aback and try to take the time to make an intelligent response, if one seems necessary.I'll agree that I made a rookie mistake, committing to a promise that I couldn't keep, that promise being the creation of a satisfying story. I still think that if I really wanted to, I could probably go back, edit it a bit, make a new chapter, but I also think that's... not likely going to happen. Plus, you can't please everypony, unfortunately.
So excuse me now while I go hide under a rock lamenting my vices, flaws, laziness, procrastination, other shortcomings, etc., and possibly restore my faith in my own ability to write anything that's worth reading, at some distant future date. But for now I'll keep my productivity levels as low as possible, giving up on a task half-done so I can wail and whine at some poor fellow who happened to express mild discontentment at something I did.
This seems a little sad... so here, have a mustache!
Sincerely,
J4I
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"how'd you even find this story, and choose to read it despite the rather large number of dislikes?"
Well... at the time that I saw it, it was in the feature box and it didn't have nearly as many dislikes as it does now.
So, at the time that I saw an "Inspired by 'Why am I Pinkie Pie?'", I thought, Add it to my read later list.
So, yeah. That's how I found it and chose to read it.
...
Have an angel.
~From the desk of Stance of the Frozen Wasteland
1136777 Huh. It must've been an incredibly short stint in the feature box, because I certainly never noticed that, haha.
Thank you for the chicken, btw. It was delicious.
Meh, seen a lot worse. Good story, bit abrupt though.
Damn I actually like this story. Well at least you didn’t pull afuck all fuck you move and cancelled the story. Sad that you lose your motivation for this. Welp I’m sure that I’m not going to get a comment. But this is a nice little story.to me at least
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*Censorship fail*