//------------------------------// // Actually, I'm Dash (Rainbow Dash, Twilight; Comedy) // Story: Anthology of Graybles // by Str8aura //------------------------------// Dash awoke with a start, and immediately realized the oxymoronical nature of that sentence. Right off the bat she could tell she had no skin, muscle, heart, lungs, and somehow even less brain then she had before; such a skewed ratio of body to mind that Mary Shelley would weep and René Descartes would fist pump. Thankfully, her worries were quickly dismissed, and she breathed a sigh of relief as she finally realized where her body was. On the table, two feet away from her. Twilight stood hunched over her, gripping Dash's disembodied leg tightly and measuring pulse. Confident that there was none, she dropped it, and quietly swore in a tone not at all proportional to the circumstances of her friend dying; it was more akin to the tone of voice I take when my cat looks me directly in the eyes and places a paw deliberately in my microwave mac and cheese. Machines surrounded her, beeping and whirring and displaying a menagerie of egghead appliances, such as vitals, heartbeat, Robotron 2084, and a recording of the Rocky Horror Picture Show for inspiration on spitting in Faust's face with forbidden magic. Dash decided to take a chance, taking note of her detachment from gravity as she pulled herself over to Twilight like an astronaut with a broken tether. "Twi! Twiiiii! Hello!" She didn't respond, wrenching open the mouth of Corporeal Dash and peering inside curiously. "Hey, hold the autopsy, You don't get to mess with my body while I'm still-" She reached out for her friend, only to be wrenched out of the air the second she made contact. Her limbs flew to match Twilight's like an Iron Man suit, and as much as she tried holding back her head, eventually the two merged. Light flashed in her eyes, and before she could register She was back to the physical plane. Dash! "Twilight?" Dash spun, practically toppling her body off the table, and quickly took note of the new appendage on her head and the 10 pounds she had suddenly gained. Among some other, less important things probably. Dash! Is that you? I can't move! "Yeah, it's me. This is... new. Sorry about your body, I kind of needed it. See, I kinda got yanked out of flight practice, and-" You got yanked out of flight practice because you died. You collided with a stone wall. Your skull fractured and shards were forced into your brain and throat, if not further. "Nice. Cool. Hey, you've got wings, right?" I- Dash! That's MY body! Give it back, and let me get back to work resurrecting you! "Just- Hold on, I've got an idea." DASH Dash ignored her, grabbing pens and a pad of paper. "Alright, give me the formulas or whatever. Whatever will bring me back when we're done." I don't know! Because you evicted my soul! "Well, give me what you've got so far. We'll leave it for Starlight. I'm going to be careful, and when I'm done you'll get this back, but JUST IN CASE, I'm putting this here." DASH ---*--- Twilight stumbled back, hours later, every part of her sore and alternating between screaming and stubbornly ignoring her, as if her body had the same properties of a small child; which, a few minutes ago, it might as well have had. Dash's soul loop-de-looped around her, occasionally snapping her head back into Twilight's to gush or cheer at decibels painful to the recovering alicorn. "Thanks for that dude! Hell of a work-out" She happily remarked, backflipping into the air through Twilight and speaking her thoughts as she passed through before landing to possess her machines, hopping around the room through them. "You rea.... You realize.... That won't affect you? Your body's been here the whole time. All you got was adrenaline." "And that's all I need!" Her computer boasted, before the lights went out and a generator beside it simultaneously lit up. "You think I need a work out? My normal body's so toned, I'll probably drop dead by 30!" Twilight glared at the generator, inhabitant oblivious to her own irony.