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// Chapter 1: I adore you; love you. 
// Story: I Will Be Your Villainess 
// by Darkevony 
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Ah... I’d almost forgotten how to move this body of mine. It’s difficult to control since it is so alien to me now. Several feet taller, heavier, and older than when I last used it. But I can’t falter here. I need to stand up straight and proud. Let none see the weakness in me. For if I am to save Mary, I will need every ounce of grace I can output. I will have to calculate every word perfectly, every slight movement just so. I will make her dreams for me a reality. 

Foolish, spineless girl. Why did she go and wish the best for me of all ponies, even in her final moments? She was so happy with living in this world next to all of those who had finally given her a chance. So to whom do her tireless efforts go to if not for herself? She wished it for me. To live that ideal she didn’t know she desperately wanted herself.

It sickens me. To have to bow to them and retreat here, on this climactic moment. But it is necessary if I am to carry out my vengeance in Mary’s name. Ah, but what a comeback I’ve made... There is just something so sweet about their seething frustration. All their “evidence”, for naught. All their backstabbing, useless. They’ve driven me into a corner, sure. But they still have yet to break me, and it eats away at their pride.

But this is all just random babble to you, isn’t it? The you who is watching this. Here, perhaps some context will do.





I’ve been away from Equestria for a long time. Never left it, but I haven’t been able to touch its soil in over a decade. You see, I was possessed when I was a young filly. 

But you might be wondering... who would want to possess and take the place of one of the cruelest, nastiest little girls in all of Ponyville? Diamond Tiara. Well, if you’re thinking to yourself ‘Not me’, then join the club. Even I wouldn’t want to return to the me of those days. I was a spiteful, hateful little gremlin of a child. Always looking for opportunities to knock others down. Always looking to place myself above the rest. Self-interested until the very end of my reign. Unfortunately, that’s just how my story was destined to be from the start. You see, some children are just a product of their circumstances. In my case, it was a self-reinforcing cycle of nastiness that kept me in that mindset.

True to their greed, my parents cared more about money and status than they did their own child. So much so, love was something I never experienced from them. They thought me a nuisance and would have rather paid for the maids to distract me away from them. So I grew up with a void in me that fed my hatred and disgust for the ugly nature of their high-society world and subsequently the one below that.

I had “friends”, or is it more accurate to call them like-minded conspirators? They were the type to hide behind my loud mouth and force of presence so that they could continue their cruel games with the peace of mind that they always had someone to blame if push came to shove their way.

And just when I thought that things were finally going my way when I found out I could forcibly become an Alicorn and use that power to undo this two-faced Equestria, I was cast out from my body by another soul.

My rage was immeasurable. That was MY body after all. Who would DARE?!

Well, it turned out that soul was none other than Marianne Evergold, Mary for short. A “human” from a much, much different world than my own. A sentimental, benevolent, kind-hearted, optimistic, idealistic, unrealistic, foolish, spineless, and idiotic human girl. That big idiot...

So where was I during all this time? Well, I was still there. Stuck inside my own mind, left to float about the dark void inside my subconscious. Except, I was fully aware of Mary’s every step, every emotion, and every thought. Like some all-seeing eye, all I could do was watch as someone else lived my life for me. No amount of shouting or kicking or magic-casting within that void did anything to get me even the slightest bit heard by Mary. For all intents and purposes, I no longer existed in Equestria.

I initially cursed whatever gods would even think of doing something like this to me, as if I were just some worthless punchline to their joke. But well... being trapped inside your mind that long has a way of giving you ample time to reflect. 

I’m sorry, that’s not entirely true. Time would’ve only compounded my bitterness and anger to its extreme if it had been left to fester just like that. No. I swallow my pride now, for the gods knew better. Because out of all the souls in this impossibly huge and endless existence, they gave me Mary. The one soul in two whole worlds who ADORED me. Every bit of me. The bad, the good... well, more bad than good really. She has odd tastes, to say the least.

Or well, they weren’t that odd if you could’ve seen Mary’s life like I could while I was trapped in my own mind. She looked up to me, because Mary didn’t have something that I did. Confidence. Grace. Poise. Willpower. The selfish hunger inside to bigger and better for your own sake. So many different little reasons. Eventually, her admiration for me grew until the point it could be stopped no longer. I had become a part of her long before she ever became me.

And right about now, you should be thinking an obvious question inside of your head. How did she know me before becoming me? The answer to this question is the answer to why I am speaking to you right now, actually.

In her world, Equestria in its entirety is fiction. It is a children’s series of books, comics, cartoons, shows, and movies. She knew me, because she had seen me before. She grew up watching out for me, from an early age. She talked to her parents, sister, and friends about me. She spoke about me in “online forums”. Everyone she talked to about me confirmed to her and to me what we always knew. That I was hated through and through.

This wasn’t just some alternate world either. Everything about the Equestria I know and the events that have happened within it were chronicled in her world’s media. I was exactly who I was ten years ago, having done all the same things.

But stranger yet, her media depicted my and Equestria’s future too. My bid to gain power and erase it... I met with failure long into my adulthood. I lived a horrible life all throughout, conspiring with the worst of Equestria’s villains like Nightmare Moon, Discord, Cozy Glow, Tirek, Sombra, and Chrysalis. Eventually, the one show that depicted my story ended on me being turned to stone forever from then on, as I would never be mentioned again. My heart colder than ice and darker than a void.

Anyone else might have been given existential dread to know that their whole life had been a fiction to someone else. But not me. For better or worse, my story had been altered in my own reality and I now knew what my future would’ve become had I kept to my course. 

But even with all of this information, my outlook wouldn’t have changed even a bit had it not been for Mary herself. The gods be damned. 

And it all started with her first arrival in Equestria. The very moment she awoke to my body, absolutely bewildered and floored by such a drastic change in realities.

It was the moment I had been freshly kicked out of my own body too. Sigh. I yelled such awful things to her. Even if she will never get to hear the words I uttered then, I am ashamed of what I had thought of her in those first few minutes of realization for the both of us. But you can’t stay mad for long at Mary. Her soul was so bright. Her feelings so warm. Her love so strong. And her sorrow so deep...

For a good long time, she cried. She cried, and cried... and cried. So much grief in one child. So much loneliness.

I can understand if the gods thought it fitting to punish me for my behavior, for I was truly detestable. But Mary...? What did she ever do to deserve this?

My parents, my “friends”, even the maids did not go to comfort her. She had no one to tell her it was all going to be okay. Her heart was drowning in sadness. She had, had a realization of the final moments in her world, and she knew she had arrived to this world never to be able to see her friends and family again. Between her crying, all that could be heard was her voice saying how deeply sorry she was that she had involuntarily abandoned them far too early into her life.

Mary cared more about others than she could ever do for herself. For her tears were not because of her own loneliness, but for the remorse in causing her loved ones that indescribable grief. 

And I could feel all of that sincere hurting inside of her. We had been inexorably connected by our very soul, so my anger and frustration at this unknown girl were washed away by her terribly sad tears. 

I had seen all of what could cause that kind of sadness. Every meal eaten together at a table. Every special moment spent together with family. Every nurturing comfort of a mother. Every reassurance of a father. Every bit of fun with a sister. Every sense of belonging with friends. Every bit of love, every bit of wonderful joy.

In that moment, I had finally experienced it. The things I myself never had. And... I cried alongside her. I could curse the gods and everyone else all I wanted, but Mary was the one person I could not get myself to hate. 

Thankfully, Mary is not the type to be forever in the dumps over the trials of this strange life of ours. After getting herself together, she immediately went to check on her situation, wobbly on four new legs as she was. She was a smart cookie, that girl. A big idiot, but a smart idiot. She quickly surmised that because she hadn’t been born into Equestria, she must’ve taken the place of some existing pony. Without even knowing who it was that she had replaced, she worried endlessly about what must’ve happened to the original pony. 

She was worrying about me... The first person in my life to do so.

It was honestly rather funny when she finally peered over a mirror after stumbling to it, only for her eyes to grow wider than I ever thought my eyes could go. She hit herself a couple of times and scanned my whole body through and through to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. But before she could lose herself in excitement at seeing physical confirmation that she was indeed in the world of Equestria and in the horseshoes of the one pony she adored above all else, her worry returned to her full force. 

What had happened to Tiara? What had happened to me? For a while, these questions were all that she could think and worry on. But maybe she knew something I didn’t, as she seemingly stopped worrying about it one day and began to focus on a strange plan. 

Trapped in my subconscious, I could replay anything within Mary’s mind. Her memories, her feelings, and her thoughts. It is how I learned of the human world, about the show that depicts Equestria, all of her knowledge on its sciences and technologies, the history of mankind, and its thorough lack of magic and deities. But there was one vestige of her mind that I could not visit. Her subconscious. Her dreams, to be precise. Maybe Luna was playing a role in all of this, but it seemed that Mary got a random idea stuck in her head after one such dream that allowed her to live her life in Equestria with more purpose. 

That purpose? Well... she wanted to redeem me. 

She wanted to change my ultimate fate. She couldn’t accept that the creators of the show had never done anything to make me a better person. To Mary, this new reality was a butting of heads with the fictions of her world. She began to honestly believe that this was her chance to give me that redemption. And so slowly but surely, she began to make strides and move towards that goal. And she did this almost like she knew... like she was expecting that someday I would return to my own body again.

But those thoughts never crossed her waking mind, so I don’t really know what must’ve given her this idea.

It took her a few days to get her bearings as a filly. Humans, you see, have a tendency to walk on two legs. Adapting to four was a little hard on her, but she got there eventually. I feel a little embarrassed to say this, but it was the first time I ever felt pride for someone else’s accomplishments. It was the first time I ever felt a desire to spur on another person. And with words she would never get to hear, I cheered her on.

Mary’s unbridled optimism was her saving grace. She didn’t exactly take over my body with a clean slate. I had already done a number of things to all sorts of ponies all across Ponyville. I might have not been national news yet, but there was hardly a pony in that small hamlet that didn’t dislike my guts thoroughly. An occupational hazard for antagonists, I suppose. There was hardly a friendly face the likes of which Mary would’ve had the pleasure to be around.

Thankfully, Mary cares infinitely more about others than she does herself.  She didn’t see her efforts as something she was doing for herself. She saw it as a way to redeem me. That simple fact alone was enough to give her all the heart she needed to push past the awful. To break through the cemented narrative my story had, had up until that point. Spineless? Not when it came to wanting to make friends for my sake and doing her best to make amends. Lacking willpower? Certainly not when she was training my body’s magical power in order to be strong enough to fight against the villains on her own, happen they to show up in this timeline of ours. No confidence? What is shame if you’re desperate to save another?

For ten long years, I watched her tireless efforts to try to redeem me.

Without a shadow of a doubt, I can tell you this... I truly came to love her. I love her usual whacky antics. I love her beautifully kind heart. I love her sincerity. I love her mind and how it works. I love the way she smiles and laughs. She cared about me before I had ever cared about my selfish self.

For me, she always made sure to eat my favorite foods not knowing if I could’ve appreciated them. I did, strangely enough. I shared her senses to some degree. Taste being one of them. And she did any number of activities that she thought I would enjoy, hoping those experiences could be relayed to me. 

But she never had to do that in the first place, since I found so much enjoyment within our interconnected minds. Replaying her memories kept me endlessly entertained, and I just loved watching her go about her human life. 

But everytime I saw the memories of her family and friends... I couldn’t help imagine what my life would’ve been like had we been born into the same world, the same place, the same time, the same family. So often I imagined that we’d be the best of friends and the closest, most dearest of sisters. 





And so now I want you to imagine... Imagine the kind of vengeance I have planned for those who threw Mary into such an overwhelming pit of despair that she retreated from Equestria, into her subconscious and leaving me to take control of my body once more. Her sadness is so strong, her presence that I can feel within me is so tiny. It is as if she has closed her heart and has gone into a deep, deep sleep. A cage of her own making so much farther than my own within that void.

Ah... I already miss her so much.

Will my deeds get to her? Will she see how I redeem us? Will my voice ever reach her? 

Will she know how much I love her?