Never the Final Word (Vol. 2)

by FanOfMostEverything

FoME's Fade to Black (DannyJ's "Famous Last Words")

Author's Note:

[Slice of Life][Drama][Inter-Fanfic Crossover]

This is a comment-inspired riff on DannyJ's Famous Last Words (1,726 words, [Violence][Death][Profanity][Dark][Horror][Tragedy])

FAMOUS LAST SUMMARY: A collection of last words spoken during the disaster that, depending on the timeline, leads to either G5 or DannyJ's own To Keep the Fire Burning. He responded to my first comment by lamenting that this Twilight didn't have any convenient prophetic warnings from the universe next door. That got me thinking about what might have happened if she did.

Juniper Montage looked up from the script to the arguably worse sight of an anticipatory Princess Twilight. She'd seen that same expression on dozens of prospective screenwriters trying to get their hooves in the door at Zoom Studios. Heck, she'd worn it herself once or twice while trying to get Uncle Canter to greenlight some of her earliest projects. But that look of naive optimism, of hoping against hope felt wrong on the ruler of Equestria. Especially given what Juniper thought of the script.

She cleared her throat. "Princess, be honest with me. Is this a cry for help?"

The princess flinched back as though struck. "What?"

"You just handed me a script that portrays the destruction of everything you worked to build and the grisly deaths of everypony you love, plus a few extras on the side." Juniper flipped to the last page. "The last scene is a black screen with a vague, ominous voiceover attributed to something called 'The Last.' If it weren't written in the right format, I'd have thought you gave me some worst-case scenario national defense documents by mistake."

"Ah." Princess Twilight cleared her throat. "So you have some notes?"

"I have concerns. About you." Juniper sighed and shook her head. "Not that I'm equipped to handle any of them. The film might sell with a donkey audience, Your Highness, but even they may find it too depressing. Seriously, Princess Twilight, are you okay?"

The princess nodded and rose from her seat, taking the script out of Juniper's grip, magically incinerating it, and whisking the ashes off to wherever princesses sent their garbage. "I'll be fine, Ms. Montage. I'll just have to go to Plan B."

Much of Juniper didn't want to know. The part that was still a six-year-old filly on the edge of her seat at her first monster movie blurted out, "Plan B for what?"

Princess Twilight shrugged her wings. "Once I think of it, you'll find out."