If you find an instance of me being wrong, that's non-canon.
Twilight Sparkle is at her laboratory, underneath her castle, a place she considers free of distractions. A place where she can experiment and push the boundaries of physics and magic.
Pushed, she did. She wanted to see if there was more. Now she knows there is.
The wall shatters. And it shatters her.
Made for the Rage Review's 16th contest of F*** THIS PROMPT (A character breaks the fourth wall)
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Another hoof reaches out and touches her wing. This one is pink.
"Everything is a story, Twilight. Good, or bad, or just random, every life is a story, every universe is a story. It doesn't make them any less real. They tell stories, and the stories match up to universes--and there's no beginning or end, really, it just happens. Sometimes people fall into worlds that look like their stories. Sometimes people like to explore depraved possibility with those that... they do not consider to be real. Because they aren't real, not in their universe, never mind that they are elsewhere. Imagination runs wild, and not always nice."
"Who are you?" asks Twilight.
"There are so many ways I can answer that question. And frankly, that's what is going on here. Many of these Twilights aren't really... well, Twilight, in anything but name. Because they do not understand you. You're listening to a large number, yes, but not... not nearly as many as there are, because many stories go unwritten. You're listening to a community, and there is bad, but there is also good. Those worlds are real, and this machine is pointing you to them, but only through the filter of the stories it can find."
"Can they stop?"
"...can you stop reading? Or researching? Can you stop using magic for the rest of your life? These stories are written, sometimes in passing, sometimes as passion. No, you will never reach enough for them to stop. But there are others, like you and me, who are aware of the stories. Who have learned how to filter them. Some are Twilights, like you. Many are Pinkies. This will not bring you peace, Twilight, because you ask them to stop what they cannot, and none... almost none... will hear and respond. You must find your filter. And... those who hear, will help."
"How do you know that?" Twilight demands, spinning around.
"...I'm here, aren't I?"
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Clever you!
You helped her!
Ah existence... It truly is absurd. And when you find out just how absurd it is... It is hard to stop laughing. And then there is your existence! Is it not hilarious!
Is this your love letter to the site or are you exiting the fandom?
the meta-ness of it all kinda gives it an old school horror feel.
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It's written for a contest where the required prompt is "a character breaks the fourth wall". I did want to give a small... salute to the world of fanfiction though since I could
Very cleverly done and I like 8616018 ending. It was nice
Interesting entry.
We'll see how it does!
This begs the question... what exactly is it that Pinkie Pie does? If she does break the 4th wall like it was nothing, and we hold this story as possible in canon, Pinkie must have a pretty strong mentality. Or she's just so plain Crazy that nothing like the multiverse can affect her.
P.S. I noticed you wrote the story this time, Crimmar, though only because I read the comments.
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Maybe Pinkie could have grown up with this fact. To her, it would be no more weirder than anything else in her world. Just another funny thing, you know? In a sense, we might just as well be her very own laugh track. Which... makes a weird sense of why she's acting funny even when alone...
P.S. We'll get you to achieve the impossible yet. Notice the name right on top or to the right of the story!
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You can try. I already know the name is there, but I seldom bother to look at it; a quirk of mine, always interested in the story, but not who wrote it. I probably should look at it though, looking through an author's other stories might allow me to discover good stories I wouldn't have know of otherwise.
On the topic of Pinkie Pie — ignoring such things as Cupcakes — if what you say is true, I like to think we give Pinkie some sort of joy when we laugh at her antics, because she knows that she's making someone, somewhere, happy.
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It's an incredibly heartwarming, 'd'aww' thought, isn't it?
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Yes, yes it is.
"The most merciful thing in the world, I think, is the inability of the human mind to correlate all its contents. We live on a placid island of ignorance in the midst of black seas of infinity, and it was not meant that we should voyage far. The sciences, each straining in its own direction, have hitherto harmed us little; but some day the piecing together of dissociated knowledge will open up such terrifying vistas of reality, and of our frightful position therein, that we shall either go mad from the revelation or flee from the deadly light into the peace and safety of a new dark age." - H.P. Lovecraft
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Closest thing I can think of to this in popular culture is Dr.Who; when the Master's younger self looks into the "Untempered Schism " as part of the Time Lord initiation at the age of 8. And is driven mad by same.
Meh.
I know what the story was going for, but its also the most basic interpretation.
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From across the boundaries, someone hears all this, and attempts to respond:
"Twilight, sweetie, those "yous" aren't really you. Think more along the lines of "twin sisters you never knew you had". Did a lot of them do ugly and horrific things? Yes, but a "family" that large will always have bad eggs in them, despite how wonderful the other members are."
"Also, you seem to be mistaken about our role here. We do not create universes, nor uphold their existence. All we are, are tellers of tales, weavers of dreams. For all I know, OUR world is just a story to many others! But that doesn't make it meaningless!"
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Old scales settle comfortably as a faint trail of mellow smoke wafts in the air. "Dreams. Curious things those, as fragile as a soap-bubble, and as mighty as a thunderhead. They have no intrinsic value, but folk will die for them; and sometimes even live for them. It is so easy to become lost in a fantasy, Wandering the byways of what-ifs and might-have-beens. People have lost the best years of their lives with naught but smoke and shadows to show for it. I have seen it happen!"
A gusty sigh carries a smell of old books and sulfur. "I am watching it happen."
Talons tap a slow beat on stone as the voice grows weary. "Twilight, why are you alone? Where are your friends? You always do this, you know, it's a bad habit of yours. You try to steal away all the problems of the world, locking them up and trying to solve them in seclusion. I fear one day it will be the death of you. Your friends fear the same, I beg you, do not prove us right."
"Go to your friends, tell them as much, or as little, as you wish, but go to them. let them know that you are in pain, and allow them to help you. In particular, go to pinky. For I will tell you a secret, one that you should remember."
light glints off of an ivory grin, "pinky is not the element of laughter."
"laughter is intrinsic to her, this is true, but it is not the sole totality of her nature. Pinky Pie is the element of hope. Despair is a foreign concept to her, disaster casts no pallor, she will always look ahead to the brighter future. She is astonishing! Maddening! She appears in places she has no business being! She knows things she has no business knowing! Hope springs eternal in the wake of this impossible mare, who better to carry the light of hope ?"
"who better, oh bearer of the element of magic, to illuminate the darkness you have cast yourself into?"
"One last bit of advice before I go, remember this! Cogito ergo sum! I think, therefore I am! let that thought ring crystal clear in your mind! For this truth is undeniable and it's splendor shall not diminish!"
Winds gust through the chamber, cast by unseen wings as the voice proudly thunders. "Now leave this place of ghosts and fears! Go back into the light of day and worry not over the nightmares of mad-men! Concern yourself not with the delusions of rumor-mongers! They have no more claim to you than the mist has to the mountain! You may be certain that what I say is true! For I am Ro! I have learnt ten thousand things, and I shall learn ten thousand more before my days on earth are done!"
The basement goes dark, a great rushing sound proceeds a resounding crack of splintering wood; all goes quiet, the phantom having vanished back from whence it came. The silent aftermath is broken by birdsong, filtering down through the remains of the shattered cellar door as the first light of day spills into the darkened room.
I love this story.
We may not see eye to eye on some things, but this story is wonderful! Makes me wonder if there was a sequel.
I say you've earned yourself a follow.