//------------------------------// // Voices In My Head // Story: Why so VG? // by dereturd //------------------------------// ”Maske. Blau. Rot. Sprechen. Krumm. Mörder. Gesucht. Freund.. Das soll nicht mehr sein Nicht mehr.. Regel die Nacht. Essen sie alle. Keine Gnade. Töten. Massaker. Kriegsmaschine.” Delirious woke up with a jump, he sat up. His eyes opened like a hawk, or maybe he just came back from the dead. He looked around. Everything was dark, though there was light somewhere in the kitchen, but he could make out that he was in Sugarcube Corner. On the couch to be specific. He looked down to see a bubble shield activated, also noticing the bubble surrounding him. He insisted to touch the orange jelly like surface, it slightly moved from the force he exerted. He got more cautious- "Hey, why ya ignoring me?" A voice called out, he was sure he was ignoring someone. But the fact that it was dark (and orange), sure as hell he can ignore almost anything. He looked at the chair when there was a dark shade of red, he squinted. "Evan?" Delirious muttered. "How long you've been there?" "Uhh.. Just about 3 minutes ago, I just came back." "Came back?" "Yeah, left you here, cleaned up town." Vanoss gestured him his mug. Good thing he can see properly in the dark. "So am I talking to The Delirious or H2-O Delirious?" He asked. "The Jonathan." Vanoss chuckled. "Right.. Guess I'm talking to the Delirious I know then.” Vanoss then leaned forward to turn off the shield. Successful in doing it. “Want some apple cider? Fresh from the farm." "..Sure." He grabbed his mug, and took a long sip before settling it on the coffee table. "Is it Halloween yet?" "No. Not yet anyway." Delirious frowned. Vanoss insisted himself to continue. “What happened to you lately?” Delirious looked his way, raising an eyebrow. "Like, a while ago? What happened?" "I.. Can't tell why." He responded. "I was.. brainwashed. I think. I don't know how or why, but something just.. went in and took control of me." Vanoss nodded, before asking another one. "Can you recall the things that happened earlier in the maze?" "Kind of..? 'Cause I can see blurs when that happened, everything was shaking and moving." "Well.. Was there something inside the maze?" He asked. He can't even remember how and where he was even brainwashed. There was no point to explain everything either way. "Well.. there was a hooded bastard in the maze. He looked red and had chains on him." "Did you see his face?" "No. I did see yellow though, probably the eyes." "Yeah, probably." Delirious then positioned himself to sit on the couch. "Well, what else happened?" "Huh, you hurt somebody." "You?" "That and another mare." Delirious' eyes widened. "Who?" He asked seriously. "See for yourself." And with that, they heard crying upstairs as Vanoss sat from his seat. "And that's my cue to go." "Wait, WAIT!!" He shouted/whispered. Loud and understandable enough to make Vanoss freeze and stop trotting, not the scared frozen pose but the waiting one. He turned to the blue pegasus, his face is saying that he's waiting for his answer. "What?" "After I comfort her, we gotta talk." "Make it quick 'cuz I don't think I can sleep here." Delirious chuckled. His face looked at the stairs. He stood and trotted up the stairs. He turned to 3 doors, one being on the middle slightly open. It's also the source of the sobbing, he stood his ground and peeked over the door. Seeing a certain pink pony crying on her bed, her mane and tail deflated. Dull and grey as well. Her face sunk on her pillow, Delirious is so sure he can see it soaked and wet. 'How long has she been crying?' He thought. He slowly pushed the door slowly, making it creak. He slowly trotted his way to her, her sobs getting louder. Then finally, at the right range, he plopped himself on the bed. Making it bounce up slightly. He sat on the bed, he reached out his foreleg and touched Pinkie. The touch alerted her so much, that when she looked up at Delirious, she hissed and placed her head again in her pillow, snorting. Delirious stopped and addressed his thoughts. He just saw the most hurt mare he has ever seen. Her face was sore and old. Her hiss was that hostile to make Delirious flinch. He shook his head rapidly, and finally decided to speak. “Pinkie?” “Go away!” She yelled. “Look, I have to confess!” With that, Pinkie sat up and looked at him. “I’m sorry, I can’t blame the others nor everyone for what I did (obviously). But.. it’s my fault, okay?” He placed his hooves on her shoulders. “I did have a girlfriend, or maybe a marefriend--at your terms--before. I don’t know what happened to us next ‘cuz she never contacted me again, I don’t know how to comfort a crying mare but I can only truly say.. I’m sorry.” Then slowly, he retracted his hooves and landed on the wooden floor. “I can’t make you happy, yet. But all I can do now is give you some space.” With that, he left the room and closed the door. Pinkie went back to her real self. Her colors returning, so does her puffy mane and tail. Except still sad. She wiped her nose, and mumbled something she wished Delirious could hear. “Thanks.” “So she okay now?” “Yeah.” The Pegasus said. “So.. whaddya wanted to talk to me about?” Delirious slightly jumped at that. “About that?” Vanoss slightly nodded. “I realized I used to be a.. German.. something.” Vanoss rapidly shook his head.“What do you mean?” “My living being.. my soul.. used to be a German soldier.” With that, Evan slightly retracted his head. “I think.” “You- ho- did you know about this? How long did you know?” Vanoss stuttered. “In my dream a while ago.” He paused. “The more I get brainwashed, I think the more I get dangerous and the more that soldier takes me over before I know it.” He placed a hoof on Evan’s shoulder. “Don't tell them. I’ll only explain it in the right time.” Vanoss nodded. “Yeah, okay. I also got to go.” Delirious chuckled. “See ya tomorrow.” As he left, suddenly Delirious felt a surge of pain in his mentality. The beauty.. Delirious grunted. Will soon be gone.. Then the pain stopped.