//------------------------------// // Prologue // Story: Edge Of T|mE // by DreamSketcher //------------------------------// (Take in consideration the hard work that was done in order to keep these pages readable. Weird and creepy sentences came up every now and then. This is the mysterious journal that was found by one of Twilight's friends at the library when they came to remember the good times. The friend was Rarity. Deep-blue splotches were covering part of the page, but each word was able to be read. The subject changes a few times.) September 21st I haven't written in a journal for years, and memories are coming back. I didn't realize until now that writing my problems down actually helped me feel better. A little bit, though. Not a lot. But each time I wrote a word something inside me just...calmed me down. I can't explain the feeling, but imagine an empty stomach, but without the pain. You're just hungry. That's what I started to feel after those...experiments....so I don't really care anymore. Sometimes you just think that you're fine and you don't need anyone but on the other hoof you love having your friends there to support you. You always need someone, like in my case. A missing filly report was filed out yesterday because I didn't return home. I was foalnapped, I guess you could say, and I was being force-fed this weird-tasting fleshy-stuff. It reminded me of cows, pigs, and chickens. Later on I realized that it literally WAS those animals. I felt sick to my stomach, and vomited. You think you're safe, when you're really not. (This entry was very disturbing to some of our staff. We have heard of the legend the writer mentions, but it isn't true. The bottom of the page contains smudged writing.) September 22nd How would you feel if someone just happened to force-feed you meat? How would you react? Would you go insane? Would you murder the pony? Heh, I sound like I'm becoming the meat version of the Candy Mare from Something Sweet To Bite by Knackerman. Uh, that isn't the case. She may have been a mass murderer, but I'm so much better. She wants to go to different worlds and kill off all the life there? Good for her, I guess. But I'll do better. I'll do more than the human world. I'll do better than her, I sWEaR O n IT!!! I WIlL tAkE OVeR EvERy SIngLe WOrLd aND Ki L L The M Of F oNE b Y o NE and N O Pon Y WiL l nOtI Ce thEY'rE gOnE!!!!!!! Sometimes...I wonder....if all the evil people and ponies....are really just broken souls trapped in an endless cycle of murder....I don't like this....I don't feel right...Something is watching me....I can feel it...I feel sick...I need to stop writing at night and do it in the morning...ugh.... (Some of these words were cut off, but we tried to guess what they were. The bottom of the page contains smudged writing.) September 23rd(?) Wow. Writing in a journal. So boring. I only wish that I didn't start off this madness. But it is her fault. She made me this way. She made me the pony I am. She made me do all the stuff I did. She made me S N A P. She made me-(snap?) She hated m- (me/mystery) I hated ob-(obvious?) She tried to apologize. I di-(didn't/did/divided) If only she could see ho-(how) If only she could see the way I do things. If only If only if only it doesn't matter anymore screw spelling screw puncuation screw space screw everything screw life screw me screw my soul I will never be at peace why why why why did this ha- why would th-(the/this) of course this would happen course this would happen curse this world curse more worlds i dont care lay it all on me i dare you i freaking dare you try me see if you last i dare you I dare you I Dare You I. DARE. YOU. I DARE YOU!!! I DARE YOU SO MUCH!!!! I DARE YOU TO TRY ME!!!! SEE IF YOU LAST A SINGLE SECOND!!!! At twilight, the first will fall. At dusk, the body will be found. At sunrise, the report will be lost. At noon, this will be public.