150 or Below

by KwirkyJ

Final Wishes

Discord re-read the letter in his claw again.

Discord,

There has long been nothing left for me to achieve in this existence. By the time you read this, I will be dead. I am sorry. Be kind to yourself. Good bye, my last friend.

With half the love in the universe,
Twilight Sparkle

"I turn away for a few millennia," he groused, "and this is what I get."

Discord scowled at a passing black hole as it slowly evaporated. For a billion years or so he turned the spewing dust into bunnies, but eventually got bored with the idea.

"Fine, then." He tossed the parchment's few remaining particles over his shoulder. "She wants out, that's her business, but I'm not finished yet. Forget you, entropy, I want friends again."

He pressed a thumb and fingertip together. "Let's start over at, oh--"

SNAP

Author's Note:

Written for the December 2019 prompt "Things Unwritten"