I walked for hours without stopping against the cold I didn't feel, shoveling the snow with my pink body like a tractor making a path.
And, I was beginning to question my so-called dream.
First, no dream had this much detail; second, usually, when I found I was in a dream, I would wake up, and third, and perhaps most importantly, I felt healthy, I felt... healthy.
For as long as I can remember, all my dreams have always included my illness because, for me, there was no existence without pain. After all, an existence without pain was one I couldn't imagine, you can’t imagine what you don’t know.
It’s like asking a blind person to imagine the color red, if they have never seen before, the concept for them would be abstract in essence.
But, this so-called dream, although strange, filled with things like stupid stuff like ponies made out of shadows and never-ending snow, did not make me feel bad; on the contrary, I felt great, strong, energetic, it was... strange to me, it was new.
But apart from that big point, everything felt real, the snow on my hooves, the cold air on my lungs, everything felt strangely real, and I really didn't know what to think, what to believe.
If this was true, I would have to accept an idea, an unfathomable concept, which was reincarnation beyond religious bases.
If I accepted this world, which by all rights seemed the closest thing to the definition of unreal, I would be accepting many things, things I was raised not to believe.
No.
Perhaps, what frightened me was not accepting this dream world, but what it entailed if I was not right.
If I accepted this world, and it ended up being a lie fabricated by my mind, I would be accepting not a new chance at life but my madness itself.
"What to believe?" I mused, looking up at the dark sky blanketed with stars and snow. Maybe it was all true, or maybe I was just mad.
I sighed, looking down at the snow-covered ground, wondering, would it be so bad to accept this? Who cared if I was insane, a painless existence, whether it was real or not, was my dream.
A dream which, before today, seemed impossible.
Come to think of it, inside the egg I didn't feel any pain either, only my thoughts, which were accompanied by Wilson until my awakening.
I wonder why I hadn't noticed it until now?
Although to be fair, everything inside the egg felt like a genuine dream, unreal, foggy, confusing, slow, and weird, unlike what I had in front of me right now.
"Maybe this is hell, or limbo in any case," I chuckled, wondering what type of punishment required the victim to have hooves.
I sighed, looking around.
Maybe, just maybe I had to stop looking at gift in the horse's mouth.
Reality or not, this was a blessing, a break from my never-ending past.
"I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU TO BREACH THE CASTLE FOR HOURS!"
I blinked, as I heard someone scream from above, only to find McEdgy floating above me in anger.
"I got lost," In more ways than one, for the last few hours, I have been questioning my mortality and what is to be real.
"I gave you clear instructions!" McEdgy roared, his ghostly bad breath melting the snow beneath me.
"Have you ever heard of something called a mint?" I mean, his breath smelled like rotten fish, how did I not notice that before.
"YOU LITTLE... I HAVEN'T HAD A CHANCE TO BRUSH MY TEETH IN ONE THOUSAND YEARS!" Edgy roared once again, inflicting critical damage with his breath.
"But you had time to fight the princesses?" I gagged, trying desperately to put clean air into my morning breath contaminated lungs.
"THAT WAS A THOUSAND YEARS AGO!" McEdgy roared once again, this time, however, I was holding my breath, see? I learn.
Wait a minute, did he say a thousand years? "Hold on," I stopped him, raising my hoof.
"Yes?" McEdgy sighed.
"You said one thousand years, but that doesn't add up," In my mind, if I recalled correctly, he had been bothering me for days to no end, and while I didn't know how many days exactly he had been bothering me, I was quite sure it hadn't been 365,000 days.
"I'm quite sure, you plebian!" Edgy hissed.
"Edgy, that doesn't make any sense," I shook my head.
"Edgy?! MY NAME IS KING SOMBRA!" Edgy roared, somehow, even more, angrier than before.
"King Sombra?" I snorted, "Like that p---" oh, ohhhhhhhhhhh.
Wait, Celestia... Luna... Oh no.
"Please tell she who I must capture is not the princess of Love or something," This couldn't be, of all the comatose dreams or realities to be reincarnated, it had to be this?! I only ever watched this as a joke, with the girl that used to share the hospital room with me, her name was Lauren F, I think, and she was really into the show, being team Twilight when we all know team Luna is the only valid team, and maybe Pinkie, just maybe.
Nevermind that.
The point is, I watched that show, years before actually asking the doctors to kill me.
I barely remember any of it.
I stopped watching it when the girl suddenly disappeared one night, and no one wanted to tell me shit about her.
"Well, yes, you in fact have to ponynap the princess of love," Sombra nodded.
I gagged.
"What?" Sombra growled.
"Nothing, just... processing a revelation," I replied, as the realization dawned on me. Dream or not, I was currently living the events of the show, more specifically the events where McEdgy or Sombra rather, returned.
Only way to be sure though.
"So you realized your place in my world," Sombra smiled with delight, as I forced myself not to gag at his cliche-like antics.
"Yes, whatever tickles your pickle, now point me where the castle is, and I'll be there," I nodded if anything just to stroke his ego because right now I wanted to collect more information, see how real everything else was, like the Crystal Empire for one, before deciding if accepting this like a dream, or my new reality.
"Good, good slaves are rewarded," Sombra laughed, his shadows forming a hand, one that pointed at where I assumed was the castle.
I wonder why he didn't create a hoof with his shadows, I mean, he’s a pony, right?
"Thanks," I smiled an obviously fake smile, one that he seemed to buy as I walked away.