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// Transcript Six: Canterlot 
// Story: Discursive Formations: phantoms forever 
// by The Red Parade 
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“... on approach to Canterlot.”

“...”

“... yeah.”

“...”

“... I dunno.”

“On approach to the castle. I can see a few bodies from here, looks like guards.”

“... uh huh.”

“Just… go wherever. I don’t care. I’ll take the throne room or something.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just go.”

“I don’t fucking care.”

“Okay! Geez.”

“I’m being hissy? Fuck you! You’ve been on my ass ever since we’ve got here!”

“Bitch, listen here--”

“...”

“Only if he apologizes first.”

“Fine. I… I’m sorry.”

“Let’s just… let’s just go in.”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“No. No fucking way. This can’t… it’s not…” 

“Uh, Command. We found, uh, Princess Celestia. She’s uh…”

“...”

“... yeah, she’s gone. Fuck.”

“It’s… weird. Seeing her just slumped over like that.”

“I… yeah. I dunno.”

“Fuck this. Command, we’re leaving now.” 

“Where’d Fleetfoot go?”

“She found a what?”

“Show me.”

“... fucking music again. This can’t be natural.”

“What?”

“You see her too?”

“Behind us. Right. Of course she is. Come on, let’s go.”

“Fucking-- what, you’re going to disappear again? Fucking gray mare. See, I told you I’m not--”

“Phantoms Forever.”

“--what the fuck is--”

P̶͉̀h̷̳̅a̴̠͛n̸̪̐t̵̏͜o̷̯̓m̷̨͝s̷̹͠ ̵̪͆f̵͎̌ŏ̷̬ȓ̵͈e̴̟̒v̴̘͂e̴̩̍r̵͎͌ 
“--Soarin’, get back! Don’t--”

P̸̡̧̘̜̼͍͚̟̯̂̀͌͗̽̒h̷̡͈̬̥̦̼̘͕͊ͅa̷̡̅͂̍ͅṇ̴̡̞̣̘͈̍̉̎͋̅̔̇ţ̷̥̙̹͑̀͐o̵͊͛̐̔͂̓͗̓̒̇͜m̷̳̤̥͎͉̪̣̃͒̽̾̔̉̍̈s̴̫̈́̃̍ ̴̯̾f̸̗̻͓̫͖̼̜̦̤̰̪͂̉͆͋̽̂̇̅͘͘̕͝ǒ̴̞̮͌̈́̋͝͝r̸̠͎̻̗̗͆̒̅̐̉̾͐̀͝ê̸̡̛̳̻̝̭̺̗̠͕̣̬̌̿̑́͊̃̂̏̚̚v̸̨̛̳̘͉͐̍͐͛̃̔́̃̐͝ȩ̴̛̩̘̦͚͈̖̈́͐̔̊̾̈́̚͝ͅr̷̎̌͐̔̌̔͐̆̐

“Run! Fucking run!”

ỷ̷̨͈̗͇̰͕̣̙͈̃͠ỏ̶͚̘̬̪̮͖̱̈́͛́̏͜ù̵̢̪̯̲͇̙͔̯̞̼͔̤͈̬̝͚̥̬͉̄́͆͂̓͆̓̈́͂͒́́͋̿̔̐̈̄̑̏͌̄̒̑͂͝ ̴̢̜̼̗͖͇͚͍͙̪̊̽̐͜ͅċ̶̡̬͈͎͎̖͔̲̠̉̓͐̔͝ͅȁ̴̡̫̼̦̖̞̫̭͍̩̜͓̰̐́̉͂̐̍͗̏̈́͛̈́̒̕͜͠ņ̶̧̹̳̥̠̝̽͌̏̈́̊̍̄̇͌̈́͐͊͐̃̀͝'̵̡̧̡̧̛̮̝̼̤͍͇̮̥̝̫̣͚͎͍̮̤͉̯͚̥̣̟̊͂̔͆̒̏̀̒̄͛̅̐̈̌̿͌̾̊͐̃͝ţ̴̛̮̣̥̣̂͛̀

“What the fuck was that?!”

“Shit me! Command, we have possible hostile contact. Gray mare, uh, black mane. Her face is… Celestia, what was wrong with her face?”

“Fucking-- scared the shit out of me, Fleety. What did you find?”

“What’s wrong?”

“Give it to me.”

“...”

“...”

“...”

“Shit.”