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// Pipe (Fever) Dreams 
// Story: Truthseeker 
// by RB_ 
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All she got were snippets.

“-ra? Oh Celestia, LYRA!”

“No, I told you to stay inside! You Pinkie Promised!”

“Bon-“ Lyra croaked out, but then the cacophony washed over her once more, drowning out everything else. She could not hear, she could not feel, she could not see, her senses overwhelmed by ever-present, all-consuming noise.

And what wasn’t taken by the noise was filled with the impossible image of It.

The cacophony ebbed and flowed.

“-eed to get her to Canterlot-“

“-y should I trust-“

“-rain won’t be here for another-“

“-aud could take her, she can’t get any worse-“

“-only way-“

“-hurry-“

An unfamiliar, monotone voice. “Hold on.”

A moment of weightlessness.

Another unfamiliar voice. “-blazes are you doing-“

“-Pie, Queen in Pink.”

“Maud Pie, Queen in-“

“-Truthseeker-“

And, suddenly, a voice in her head, fighting to be heard over the cacophony. Miss Heartstrings! I can help you, but I need your consent! Do I have your permission to affect your mindscape?

Lyra said something that she hoped sounded like a yes.

And suddenly, everything ceased. The cacophonous music abruptly relented, the images of its master faded from her memory, and her tumultuous mind at last grew still.

Lyra slipped into a blissfully dreamless sleep.