• Published 4th Oct 2013
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The Terror's Dream - GrouchoMarxDisciple



Found on the desk of MeesterBob. Appears to have been written by someone completely insane.

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A clue

Human, the world is a terrible, terrible place.

The skies are full of beauty, the land beneath them teeming with life, life and joy, joy and peace. Our lives are perfectly shallow, as we fail to comprehend the gravity of our situation.

Look out, out your window, out at the land, out at the trees, the animals, the sky. The infinite sky, holding it's mysteries, its secrets, its terrors. We seek the ends of the universe, we look for the answers. You sometimes feel alone in this universe seeking for some semblance of meaning, some shade of light, and end up finding nothing but black.

I don't. I know the truth.

I know why we fear the dark. I know what we fear, lurking there. I also know why we strive for goodness and wholesomeness, light and happiness. We cling to our little light we have, the gently flickering flashlight showing only what we want it to see. Beyond that light, there is the truth.

So you ask yourself, do you want it?

Which do you seek? Happiness or knowledge? Well, human? Because I can promise you, this search for truth will claim you, consume you, devour you.

It devoured me. I am lost, dead, gone. It devoured my work, my life, my soul, my joy.

I am dead. My heart beats, and my eyes see, but I am dead inside. The truth killed me. And it will kill you too.

I see now that allowing that book through was wrong. You will die, like me, if you read it. In your nieve bliss you will demand 'the truth', then wish you had left your flashlight on. You will long for the days when your only care in the world was what to wear, or what to do.

Are you looking at the sky yet, mortal? Are you seeing what I mean? We cannot comprehend it. If we could, we would live dead, meaningless lives.

That is why I killed Diane. She threatened that life that you lead, I lead, we lead. Of course, killing a God is impossible, so I resorted to... other tactics.

Beware where you tread. The mighty Diane stirs. You may find that the show you enjoy, the world you know, and your very existence will be gone. And the worst part is you can do nothing about it.

I will send my squads tomorrow. Your 'story' will be erased, and you will as well if you continue.. This is my final warning.

You should have taken the blue pill.

-The Overmare

Author's Note:

This was on my desktop this morning. I posted it here.

The person at the door was dressed in black, and had a badge with a picture of Twilight Sparkle on it.

Something is very, very wrong. He demanded I give him my name and password on this site, telling me 'his boss' would contact me with further instructions.

I have printed the book off, and will continue translating it without the aid of technology, for fear of being taken out.

I want to know.