Ch.2: Pain & Bane
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The previous days spent with Fluttershy (and Pinkie Pie) have been fulfilling. I wouldn't say I'm exactly content with my situation or current lifestyle; however, having friends such as those ponies do tend to make it difficult to feel any sort of depressing shade of grey.
Regardless, I believe Fluttershy to be some sort of holy oracle, a legitimate gypsy, a true predictor and master of the future...well, such activities seem to be more of Pinkie's specialties...*ahem*-!
Anyway, I have in-fact fallen ill, at least I speculate so.
What could this physically taxing aliment be? Oh universe, why do you detest my existence so?
Alright, I admit that automatically assuming that I was impervious to any sort of sickness was a bit egotistical, but REALLY?
I feel light-headed, dry as a cracked river bed, exhausted from even the most modest of movements, YET, in the blink of an eye I can feel an unquenchable torrent need for destruction-a true testament of rage that would make even the most venom twisted creatures of Tartarus recoil with unbridled fear...and yet......
I'm so drained...so broken...so very...SICK!
Yes, I must go see Fluttershy at once! The kindly druid will know exactly what to do...she always has the solution!
No...I can't...I've been through worse experiences...I swear...yet why, do I falter so greatly with this one?
Have I gotten so weak that I can no longer maintain control of myself..!
Has...chaos regained control over me?!
Oh, to the deepest depths of Tartarus, why! Control, control, control! Was it just a cruel illusion?
I gripped a nearby stalagmite to steady myself and despite my half-hearted attempts at resistance I promptly emptied my stomach contents onto the ground. The resulting vomit was most acidic bile and it burned the inside of my throat, making me only more nauseous.
I became aware of how my breaths were becoming more heavy and harder to muster. Every cell, every atom, every shred of my existence, I could feel it all! Never I have been more painfully in tune with the organs within my body, and that's when I felt it.
The cause of my illness and grand suffrage.
It was a large mass from the way it moved and the way it crushed up against my insides. A tumor perhaps?
No, a BOMB! Celestia....CELESTIA must have placed it there without my knowledge! She...wants me...DEAD!
To DIE in the most...slow...cruel and CALLOUS way possible is just the way she would go!
If I must meet the fate of death, why not do it in a more peaceful, concise, and HARMONY based method...why?
I could be a statue and then grounded into a fine powder, perhaps through the means of many bombs?!
The Princesses and ponies of Equestria would be sure to enjoy such an event! My gritty ashes could then be converted into a few fancy stepping stones or horseshoes so that the memory of my demise could live on, serving as a horrendous example to all!? (It's the pony way after all!)
Just as I thought I was beginning to understand how harmony worked within this little jolly society-*cough*
...I just don't get the ethnics of harmony, anymore.
Oh, Faust-! I'm DYING-!!!
NononononoNO-! If Celestia wishes for me to die, then it is my duty to ensure her plan fully fails! What kind of bitter nemesis would I be if I didn't fulfill my profound duties, hmmm?
I am the GOD of CHAOS-! The LORD of the UNEXPECTED-!! I shall PREVAIL-!!!
The burning in my belly soon became unbearable and the bomb must be near detonation.
I would be literally damned if I let Celestia win and I taught of the only possible solution.
The bomb would need to be directly ripped out of me and tossed away before it was too late.
I estimated the location and size of the time bomb by placing my lion paw on my burning belly and prepared to make a ghastly incision.
I flecked my eagle talons, ensuring they were sharp enough, then I readied my lion paw to stabilize the wound if I hit a vital organ.
I breathed deeply and braced myself for the pain to come. My talons penetrated my feathery flesh with ease and adrenaline dulled my senses. I eagerly felt around for any abnormality and I soon found something out of place.
It wasn't made of metal and it flailed around like a sentient noodle as I grasped it.
It wasn't a bomb, but a parasite! Ahhaha, then I will enjoy its elimination all the more-!
How dare a creature be so bold as to leech off the almighty power that is I, Discord-Master of Chaos...
And yet, when I pulled the struggling little monster up, any intentions of destroying it were immediately wiped away...
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