A little loopy.

by FaelaArts


L56

“-And I’m not sure if it’d be wise to try something else, but I want to keep trying.” Sweetie confessed the last two Loops to Twilight, who bit her lip, digesting this information. While she wasn’t sure she agreed with Sweetie keeping it a secret, she was starting to really have concerns for her sanity.

“While I’m disappointed you lied about it, I agree with the fact you need to get out of this Loop. It’s starting to affect you, and I don’t know what I can do to stop it.” Twilight brought Sweetie into a hug, and both glanced toward the floor.

“I know, I’m scared Twilight. Part of me doesn’t want to go through more pain, and part of me wants to get out so badly I’m starting to be torn in two.” Sweetie stepped back, unsure how to deal with her current set of circumstances. What was she supposed to do? There was two options available to her, and neither one was a good decision.

“If I continue to try and get somepony Looping, I murder more ponies, and let more of my hope die. But if I don’t, I risk becoming like...Discord pre-reform.” Sweetie wasn’t entirely comfortable using Discord’s name, but it was the best description she had for it. Sweetie was frightened that when, not if, she got to that point, she wouldn’t even notice the difference.

“I’m sorry Sweetie, I don’t have the answers.” Twilight bowed her head, racking her brains for a third solution, a means to solve both problems. But she turned up no answers. Any risk Sweetie made might only hurt the filly more. And yet, doing nothing would lead to the same outcome. Twilight closed her eyes for a moment, and sighed.

“There is something that might work, but the chances of it doing so are slim, considering what you’ve told me.” Twilight seriously disliked the knowledge of something behind the scenes pulling the strings, especially since it filled her with burning anger. How dare something put a poor innocent filly through all of this!

“If we try transferring all your magic to me, I might be able to absorb the timeloop spell, and thus free you from it. It doesn’t entirely fix the problem, but it means we can transfer it between people, share the burden. Plus, it doesn’t have to wait until Friday.” Twilight offered her plan, and Sweetie bowed her head, eyes hidden under her hair.

“Yeah, okay.” Sweetie closed her eyes, knowing that everything she did was likely going to fail. But the other option just wasn’t an option. Giving up? Rarity was one of the most stubborn sisters Sweetie knew, and she would have never just ‘given up’ in Sweetie’s position. Or at least, that’s what Sweetie was choosing to believe.

“Let’s do it at your house.” Twilight put some things into her saddlebags, and turned to Sweetie. Sweetie concentrated, horn glowing, and they both appeared in her room. Twilight’s eyes widened, surprised.

“Wow Sweetie, you can teleport this far in one go?” Twilight was impressed, and a little nervous. If Sweetie had the magic capacity to teleport such a distance, would she even be able to contain it? Shaking her head rapidly, Twilight discarded her thoughts on the matter.

“Are you ready?” Twilight gulped, and Sweetie nodded slowly. Breathing in, Twilight concentrated, pulling on her knowledge of spells and magic to make the spell the other Princesses had cast on her. With a casual flick of her horn, she reversed the flow, and touched it to Sweetie’s.

Sweetie felt herself freeze, unable to move. It was as if something was slathering her with a terrible, ice cold ooze. Her horn felt like fire, and she was barely able to maintain consciousness. Twilight pulled at the last sliver of Sweetie’s magic, watching her Cutie Mark begin to vanish, and pulled it to the tip of her horn.

Sweetie blinked, thudding to the floor as she glanced around her. Twilight was ash, quickly blowing away, and she had full control of her magic once more. Rubbing her forehead, she tried to form a coherent thought, but decided to just teleport onto her bed, and fall instantly to sleep. Sweetie felt exhausted, for no reason she could conceive in her current state. So she slept.

A few hours later, she awoke with a fresher mind and sighed, ears flopping down.

“Well, that didn’t work.”