Unlike the first time through, Mitaru’s fully conscious as he tumbles through the psychedelic dimensional void. Everything feels so… soothing. Perhaps that’s just on account of him feeling satisfied with his mission, but all the same, the portal is very pretty. Were it not for the absence of any feeling in his body, he might consider going through the portal a few more times before... well…
In a flash of multi-colored light and sparkles, Mitaru steps through the portal’s other end.
...Whoa.
In the room are about two dozen ponies, including Princesses Celestia, Luna and Twilight; the former Bearers of Harmony and Spike; with the rest being royal guards pointing sharp spears straight at him. All of them stare right back at him, their faces split into expressions of anger for Twilight and her friends; neutrality for the Princesses; while the guards all look to be sizing him up through their hard glares. Together, they’ve made a wall to block the door, preventing him from escaping that way.
Before anything can be said or done, Twilight’s horn alights in a purple aura. Mitaru hears a soft click above his head, followed by a whirring noise from the portal machine. The book that’s used to power the portal, now dislodged, floats into Mitaru’s field of vision and towards Twilight. She sets it to rest on a nearby table, never once taking her eyes off of him.
“You’ve got nowhere to run, Mitaru,” she says, calmly, even though her face remains angry. “We don’t want to hurt you, but you will answer our questions, one way or another.”
“I was most curious about our encounter last night,” Luna says. She gives him a sidelong look. “Where do you come from?”
“And how do you know so much about us?” Celestia follows.
“And just what are you?” Spike finishes.
The silence that stretches between Mitaru and the group is thick with tension as they wait for his answers to their questions. Nobody moves an inch, nor do they say anything. All eyes are trained on Mitaru in anticipation, while his are spread over the whole group, his expression unreadable.
Suddenly, Mitaru lets out a brief giggle. “You all really want to know, then?” he asks with a smirk.
“Yes, we do,” Twilight says, brow furrowed.
Mitaru dips his head a bit, eyeing the group in an almost cartoonish manner. “Very well.”
The ponies can only gape in disbelief as Mitaru begins to… disappear. Literally. His body begins fading from view, starting from his feet and working upwards. He shows no signs of agony. No wailing, no thrashing… He retains his smirk all the while, but otherwise unmoving until all that’s left is his upper torso, at which point he waves goodbye until his arms are gone. A slip of paper, hidden in his hand, flutters to the ground.
His head follows soon after, leaving no trace of his existence left in Equestria save for the slip of paper, and the note it contains.