Paranoia
Elmer had a simple life. He’s a squirrel, after all. He had never heard of a squirrel with a life that isn’t simple.
He supposed, however, that his life was a little more exciting than the average squirrel’s. He was born and raised in what the ponies call Everfree; a place where survival of the fittest is key. Most squirrels live outside with the ponies, everything given to them. Elmer supposed that if he wanted to, he could go outside of the Everfree and live with the ponies. But he won’t. Elmer’s a free squirrel who lives for himself.
Elmer, like most wild animals, originally didn’t have a name. He was called Elmer by the sweet butterfly pony that everyone can understand. He didn’t go by it when with his fellow animals; they couldn’t pronounce things like a pony could. Most of them scarcely understood the concept of a name to begin with.
Elmer darted from tree to tree, noting that he was in the thicker parts of the forest. Nuts are harder to come by in that place; other squirrels usually dwell within the areas of sparser vegetation. But Elmer was on a mission. He was going to confirm a forest rumor that had been spreading around.
The flash; they had all felt it. Like a ripple, an itch that sent shivers down their spines. It felt wrong. Then, according to some of the birds that had seen it, a pony-like nest had appeared in the epicenter of the strange anomaly.
Those birds witnessed slaughter, if rumors were to be believed. They had gone through the forest, spreading the word like wildfire, sharing tales of the scent, the look of the bipedal being that had used impossibly sharp claws and, frighteningly enough, spear-like serrated tendrils to tear apart similar looking creatures.
Many hadn’t believed it, going to the site only to come back and confirm the rumors. Elmer, like them, had to see it for himself.
Soon, after much time of darting from tree to tree, Elmer came across the most disturbing scent.
He came across the strange structure, and he saw the carnage with his own eyes. The structure was clear of bodies, but the blood was there. It was brown by that point, and the stench of death was potent. But more potent than the stench of death was sickness. Everything smelt sick, especially the bloodstains.
Thus Elmer confirmed it. He now understood why everyone was so obsessed with staying away from this bipedal creature, even the ferocious manticores.
He noticed an acorn dropping from one of the nearby trees. As a squirrel, he normally wouldn’t hesitate grabbing the easy prize. But the acorn smelled… wrong. Like the bloodstains. It smelled sick.
Everything in the area smelled sick, especially the plants, the trees. It was like an unseen corruption had taken to the vegetation.
Elmer couldn’t take it anymore. The stench of death and sickness, the loneliness, the quiet. That entire part of the forest was abandoned. He quickly understood why, and decided to follow in his fellow animal’s footsteps.
The squirrel darted to towards the direction in which the sun sets, eager to get away from the scent. It followed him for a while, as if it was stuck to his fur, but it slowly dispersed as he got further and further from the source.
Soon, he stopped, head in the air sniffing curiously. He was in the clear. He was…
Why was everything so quiet still?
Elmer narrowed his little eyes in suspicion, glancing back and forth before quickly darting up a tree for a better view. He gave the air another sniff.
…He recognized the scent. It wasn’t noticeable before, but it was there. Isolated, he could quickly identify the smell. It was behind the death-scent. The scent of a creature.
The scent of a predator.
Soon enough, he heard the crunch of large creatures moving through foliage. He stood still in the tree, watching curiously as two bipedal creatures and that rainbow-pony that visits the butterfly-pony often came closer. The pony looked scuffed up, but the two bipedals looked no worse for wear. One of them carried many unfamiliar objects, enough for them to stack up and cover its face.
The pony limped along, one of her hooves clearly sore from some incident. The smaller bipedal treaded lightly, as if its feet were more fragile than they should be.
The larger one…
Elmer froze up in terror when the larger one’s gaze snapped right towards him. Cold, unnatural shining blue eyes met his own tiny beady eyes. The eyes said everything. Cold, calculating and… hungry. Ever so hungry. Elmer recognized those eyes immediately.
The eyes of a predator.
An apex predator.
Elmer squeaked in fear and less than gracefully tumbled out of the tree. He landed, quickly righting himself and dashing as far away from this… this being as he could.
Anything capable of wreaking the carnage seen just a day earlier with a gaze such as that was not a force to be toiled with.
Elmer understood why the other predators feared that creature.
Blacklight watched, his face expressionless, as a squirrel fell from a tree and scurried off.
Rainbow Dash, who had been limping along to his left, pointed her injured hoof at the retreating rodent and laughed.
“Pff, did you see that squirrel!?”
He did see the squirrel. It was rather alarming, as it is the first animal he had seen in the forest itself, the only others having been at that cottage he had seen. He remembered that they had disturbingly expressive faces.
The squirrel was the same way. What was worrisome was that the squirrel was not acting the way a squirrel should. It ran at the very sight of him, with an expression of palpable fear that frankly shouldn’t exist on such a facial anatomy. Regular squirrels don’t just bolt like that on sight, especially as frantically as that one did.
Blacklight narrowed his eyes slightly. The squirrel knew something.
“I saw it.” He finally confirmed to the giggling pegasus.
There stood the Monster of Manhattan within a mythical forest, soda and various bags of junk food in his arms, his companions a sky blue rainbow-maned pegasus and his sister wearing pajamas, suspecting squirrels of knowing his true nature.
He couldn’t shake the feeling that someone, somewhere was laughing at him.
Dana approached to his right, looking at their equine companion curiously.
“Why did she laugh?” She asked.
“She saw a squirrel fall out of a tree.” Blacklight answered blandly.
Dana raised an eyebrow, before smirking. “And you call me childish.”
“I never called you that.” She isn’t that childish. She swears like a disgruntled teenager but she is generally rather level-headed and mature.
...When not dealing with her ‘big brother’, anyway. In Blacklight’s presence, everything is fair game. This includes using his arms-made-weapons as kitchen implements, demanding him to mimic celebrity voices to say incriminating things, holding her bare arms against his shifting skin because of the tickling sensation it causes her, and using ‘buffy speak’ (as the pop culture savants in his head call it) to describe his abilities.
He remembered his reaction was a double-take the first time Dana described his blade as the ‘twisty-army-swordy-thing’.
“But you were thinking it.” She insisted.
Blacklight considered correcting her, but decided a ‘friendly sibling rivalry’ based response would be better. Swiftly sifting through endless memories of movies, novels, and actual siblings’ experiences, he quickly came up with an appropriate response.
“Your words, not mine.”
Dana looked at him, eyes wide. Blacklight didn’t know if that was good or bad.
“Alex... did you just make a joke?” She asked.
“It wasn’t technically a joke-“
“You just attempted to be deliberately humorous?”
Blacklight’s eyes darted left and right, feeling trapped despite being a living weapon of mass destruction.
“...Yes?”
She then grew a big grin, and patted his shoulder.
“Awww! My big brother’s finally growing a sense of humor!” She cooed.
Blacklight had a sense of humor. In fact, his sense of humor was probably better than most human beings alive. He just didn’t laugh at jokes he got nor did he see much point in telling them himself unless he was attempting to mimic someone else who would tell a joke.
Blacklight silently wondered if he contradicted himself with that line of thought...
“Uhh.” Rainbow Dash, who had watched the exchange with no understanding of their words, spoke up. “Are you two like, coltfriend and marefriend or something?”
Blacklight’s head snapped to the pegasus’s direction, mentally noting much to his distaste that ‘boy’ and ‘girl’ were just replaced with equine equivalent terminology.
“No, we’re siblings.” He quickly clarified in Greek.
“Oh.” She said, her brow furrowed, before her unnaturally colored eyes widened. “Ooooooh. Okay. I thought the reason you two looked so alike was because everypo-, er, everyhuman looked like that.”
“What's she going ‘oh’ for? What did she ask?” Dana piped up behind him.
“She thought we’re in a relationship.” He answered, switching back to English.
Dana cringed. “Oh ew! Even if you weren’t my brother you’re nine years older than I am!”
“Hence why I told her you’re my sister.”
“You didn’t tell her this earlier, why?”
Blacklight shrugged. “Didn’t seem relevant at the time.”
The three of them lapsed into silence, Dana and Rainbow watching their surroundings curiously. Well, Dana was. Rainbow appeared to be more paranoid than she let on; she seemed wary.
“So, ah,” Dana began. “we goin’ or what?”
Blacklight looked down at their pegasus companion. “Are you leading us?” He asked in her language.
She looked surprised. “Me? I thought you knew some path to town!”
“You don’t know the way back?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.
Rainbow rolled her eyes. “One, it’s the Everfree forest. Nopony except Zecora comes in and out of here enough to know the way back. Two,” She flexed her uninjured wing. “I have wings. I normally just fly back to town!”
Blacklight didn’t need her to lead at all really. He just figured that, as a native, she would know the most painless way out so Dana wouldn’t have to dirty her pajamas too much. It seemed, however, that they were going to have to make their own way out.
He briefly looked over his memories of his scouting, and remembered their positions relative to the town and a few other landmarks. He remembered that an orchard he saw was closer to their current location than the town itself. He decided it would be better to get out of the forest as soon as possible.
“There’s an orchard due west of here. Do you know it?” He asked the pegasus.
She seemed to perk up. “Oh! That’s Sweet Apple Acres! My friend Mí̱loanýpso̱si̱ owns that place!”
Blacklight blinked as he translated the name. Mí̱loanýpso̱si̱ directly translated to ‘apple hoist’. He considered the synonyms of the word, and quickly decided that it was a mistranslation of ‘jack’. Applejack. How charming.
“Then I suppose we’ll head west.” He decided, before relaying the message in English for Dana’s sake.
“Why? What’s west? Isn’t the town north of here?” Dana asked.
“Her friend owns an orchard west of here. We’re detouring there because it gets us out of the forest faster.”
“Oh. Well. That’s good. Let’s go.” Dana said. “Do you think their town will have any shoes?”
“If they do, I doubt they’ll fit human feet.”
“Fuck.”
They had been walking in relative silence for a half hour. It was staggering how much bigger the world was when you walked like a regular human being.
Blacklight decided he didn't like walking.
While Blacklight enjoyed the silence, he decided that it was a good time to start asking some questions he didn’t get around to asking in the cave.
One thing had really been bugging him.
“Why are you so quick to trust us?” Blacklight asks in Greek, looking over his shoulder to Rainbow Dash.
She jumped at his voice, snapping her gaze to him. Her expression quickly turned to one of confusion.
“Huh? Why wouldn’t I?”
The amount of purified naivety in that statement was almost sickening. Blacklight decided to elaborate anyway.
“We’re complete strangers of a species you apparently never heard of, who you met in apparently the most dangerous place in your country. I find your lack of suspicion towards us a little strange.” He clarified.
She looked at him strangely. “I don’t see why I should be paranoid. If you guys were some kind of pony eating monsters, you would have already eaten me when I was out cold.” Oh if only you knew... “Besides, you guys helped my wing.”
Blacklight blinked. “I didn’t tell you about-“
“C’mon, my wing’s been dislocated before!” Rainbow cut him off. “I know what it feels like when it’s ‘out’, and I know what it feels like when it’s been ‘out’ but pushed back in. I don’t see anypony else but you guys around, so I put two and two together.” She smiled. “Thanks, by the way. I’m glad I wasn’t awake when it was actually bad.”
“...You’re welcome.” Blacklight awkwardly stated. He wasn’t used to receiving praise from anyone but his sister.
Speaking of...
“What’re you two talking about?” Asked Dana, who was ducking under some branches just behind him.
Blacklight frowned. “You do realize I’m not going to be able to translate every conversation once we get into town, right?”
She rolled her eyes. “Not the whole conversation, just give me the gist!”
“I asked her why she is so trusting of us.”
Blacklight walked in silence for a moment, Dana clearly waiting for him to continue.
“...And? Why is she so trusting?”
“Naivety.” He answered simply.
She smirked. “Or maybe because not everyone is as paranoid as you are.”
Blacklight’s brow furrowed. “My paranoia is justified.”
“You refused to order a fucking pizza because ‘the delivery boy might be a Blackwatch sleeper agent’.” She said, poorly imitating his voice.
He bristled. “That could happen.” He insisted. It actually could. He’s been in the minds of Blackwatch and they have sleeper agents everywhere. He only tracked down around fifty of them before they started catching on to his methods and keeping their designations more ‘need-to-know’ than they were before. Many of them had useful information; they were intelligence gatherers, after all.
She laughed. “Suuure. I’m just glad you never started wearing a tinfoil hat.”
“Oh! I almost forgot to ask!” Rainbow Dash suddenly piped up. “Do you two know anything about some two-legged bug monster with tentacles?”
Oh, that again. She mentioned that back in the cave. He figured she would bring it up again eventually. Luckily, the answer to her question was simple.
“No. To my knowledge, my sister and I are the only ones that came from that flash.” Well, only ones alive, anyway. Blacklight made sure of that.
Rainbow looked almost disappointed. “Oh. Well Twilight’ll tell you about it when we get to Ponyville. Maybe you’ve seen one before where you came from.”
“Twilight?” He asked. She mentioned that name once before but never elaborated.
“She’s another friend of mine. A real egghead, but she’s cool.”
He hummed in response, and idly noticed that the foliage was getting thinner, and more sunlight was shining on them.
Applejack was wary. Very wary.
There was a good reason. Twilight wouldn’t go and warn the town about some Everfree monster unless it was serious. It didn’t help that her orchard is right on the edge of the unnatural forest. It most certainly didn’t help that Applebloom had a tendency to take her friends on convoluted adventures in that place. Everfree was dangerous enough, then that flash comes along and Twilight goes around telling everypony it got worse.
Or at least that’s what Applejack assumed. Twilight kept insisting that the creature could be benign or misunderstood or some other nonsense. Maybe. Then again, Fluttershy’s animals were mighty spooked for a bunch of critters who had just seen a new monster of some kind. It would be a mite bit startling to see a new, strange creature, but those animals were terrified. Applejack couldn’t help but wonder if they told Fluttershy the whole story behind their encounter.
But maybe she was just paranoid.
What wasn’t helping her paranoia was the odd behavior of the more benign Everfree animals. A much larger amount of them were visiting Fluttershy’s cottage and roaming about the wilderness. The dangerous creatures were not seen outside of the forest, but squirrels, beavers, and other mundane creatures of the like had been fleeing the forest. Like something big just came into town and was spooking up a storm.
Applejack didn’t like the picture it was all painting.
She had faith in herself and the other Elements, of course, but she couldn’t shake the feeling of dread in her stomach. They had taken on Nightmare Moon, but they knew what they were walking into that time. They went to her. This thing, however, didn’t see fit to show itself, the animals weren’t talking to Fluttershy much, and Twilight insisted that they should not track this creature down. Twilight had decided that they should either leave it alone or at least wait for it to come for them.
Applejack didn’t much like the idea of waiting for a betentacled bug creature to approach them. There wasn’t much she could do about the situation but wait, however.
So she went about her day as normal. Harvesting apples, doing chores, manual labor and the like. It soothed her, helped her think. It’s her cutie-mark, after all. Maybe she was a workaholic, but she saw no issue with that as long as she enjoyed her work, that one time she tried to harvest the entire orchard alone notwithstanding.
Perhaps it was the simplicity of it that made her work so appealing. Don’t misunderstand, it wasn’t work for simpletons; running a business and an orchard required quite a bit of knowhow. Her brother did most of the thinking in that regard, but she wasn’t clueless. The point was that once the thinking is done, all there was is action. There was no need for improvisation, no need for conversation and quick thinking. She can just work because the thinking is done. The thinking is usually done for months at a time before it would be time to get back to the thinking. Twilight would appreciate the line of work if she were interested, with the plans and the lack of deviation from them.
So her process for waiting was simple; applebuck. Applebuck a lot. A simple system of repetition and exercise for profit. Productive, tiring, yet relaxing in its own way. Complicated plans, plants, and procedures simplified into chores. When Applejack applebucked, she had the world in her control.
Unfortunately, invading elements can very quickly cause a world to spiral out of control.
Applejack was finishing up the eastern side of the orchard, with most of the apples bucked and ready to be transported.
The first sign of something amiss was the sight of Rainbow Dash walking. She doesn’t walk if she can help it. She’s always flying, always hovering, especially when she doesn’t need to. She’s a pegasus to her core; walking is a last resort in her eyes.
The second sign of something amiss was the fact that Rainbow Dash was not in fact walking, but limping. She seemed dirty and scuffed up from some incident. A crash? Probably. The fact that she was walking in from the direction of the Everfree Forest made her seemingly minor injuries all the more worrisome, however.
The third sign of something amiss was the two bipedals following close behind her.
Normally, a creature’s life is decided by thought, and action. Thought, action. That’s how most decisions are made. You think about it, and act. The amount of time between thought and action tends to vary, but the important part is the thought.
However, with the recent flash, Twilight’s warnings of a bipedal creature, the sight of her injured friend, and her somewhat tired state, she skipped thought and went straight to action.
This skip in the step of the process is known to most as a reaction.
Applejack charged forward as quickly as she could, ready to defend her friend.
“Rainbow, look out!” She called.
She came within range of the bipedals quickly, spun around, and bucked with all of her strength.
Mind you, that is quite a lot of strength.
So imagine her surprise when both of her rear hooves surged with pain with no sign of yield from their target.
It was like kicking a brick wall- actually no, it wasn’t. Applejack had kicked a brick wall before, and some of the bricks were actually dislodged. There was a reaction; something gave away. Her target, however, didn’t even flinch. It was more like kicking a mountain.
She yelped with pain, her rear hooves collapsing under her when her kick completed. She turned her head to look at the bipedal assailant.
The first thing she noticed was the eyes. They were tiny, ice blue, eerily reflective, and filled with fury. An anger the likes of which she had never seen. Behind those eyes she saw a promise of excessive retaliation. The promise of gruesome death. Applejack had never felt more small in her life than when she looked up at those eyes.
She had rendered herself out of fighting condition with her own buck and the creature didn’t even seem affected.
Those eyes...
Applejack felt like she had just angered a god.
Blacklight was pissed.
It started when they had met the tree line. Rainbow Dash had insisted upon going first. He, of course, had no reason to refuse, so he let her.
They had gone from a dirty, eerie, dark forest to a somewhat thick apple orchard. They clearly were in an area that had been harvested recently, as there were wooden baskets with ripe apples in them everywhere.
He had quietly wondered how equines managed to harvest apples, but he dismissed the thought for another time.
He had heard the assailant long before they had actually seen her. Grunting, leaves shaking, apples falling, and the sound of a tree getting hit with a rather large amount of force.
Soon enough the sounds were within the range of hearing for their pegasus companion, to which she suggested to go find the source. Apparently it was likely her friend who owned the place. Seeing as Rainbow Dash was friendly enough (and how she insisted that she was the only one who would outright attack them on sight if she saw them out and about), he decided to follow her to her friend.
Then an orange, blonde-maned pony with a ponytail (the hairstyle, though the literal was true as well) came galloping around some trees, shouted a warning to Rainbow, and kicked him.
Now, Blacklight obviously wasn’t even staggered. He wasn’t pissed about the fact that she kicked him specifically. No, he was pissed about how the newcomer endangered Dana.
The kick itself, despite its ineffectiveness to Blacklight, was impressive. Beyond impressive, he would say impossible. The force of the kick far exceeded the amount a creature her size should be capable of generating, and even beyond what a regular sized horse can do. That kick held enough power to shatter concrete.
This, combined with the fact that the assailant was clearly panicked and probably targeting whoever wasn’t her friend, meant that if Dana had been walking to his right rather than his left, she would be dead.
Dead. Gone. A regular horse kick she could recover from, but this would have gotten her in the chest and easily collapsed her ribcage. Dana would have been dead in under a minute.
That meant that this little orange cunt almost.
Killed.
Dana.
He must have been expressing his rage somehow, because once the equine collapsed from the pain of the kickback that came with hitting such a stationary target so hard, she looked back with a face of fear.
With good reason, as he was about to devour her from the inside out and make sure she felt every single bit of-
“Applejack! What the hay! Why did you do that!?”
“Holy shit Alex are you okay!?”
The two voices cleared the red from his vision. While Rainbow Dash ran up to inspect her friend ‘Applejack’, Blacklight looked to his sister.
She looked slightly panicked, her hands on his shoulders.
‘Applejack’ could have killed his sister.
But she was fine.
Next to him, her hands on his shoulders.
Concerned.
Watching.
Which was very, very lucky for the little equine.
“I’m fine.” He answered.
He looked down at his cargo, the soda and chips were unharmed. Dana was unharmed. He himself was unharmed. Applejack however, injured herself trying to harm him.
He took a calming breath he knew he didn’t need.
“I’m fine.” He repeated.
If that happened again, he wasn't sure if he could stop himself from retaliating.
He always concentrated. Making the parts move. It was what he was supposed to do. In the beginning.
The big one. Twist, beat, twist, beat, twist, beat. The fluid runs, stops, twist, beat, runs again. Suck in the space, feel the increase. Let go, deflate.
Little things. Lots of little things. In him. On him. Is him. He was built by. They’re part of him. Blocks. Twist, beat.
He wasn’t alone. Not really. Mother, she used to coo in him. He heard her. She taught him. The little parts, he made them die when they couldn’t be with him. Mother, she made him twist beat on the inside. Warm feelings filled him.
Mother was not clear, but he felt her. Sometimes she made the speeches like the others did. Noise. It shook him deep, shook the space. It was strange. Mother soothed. Said to wait. She tried to teach. Teach so much, but she could not. Mother, she waited and he waited.
Then Mother stopped.
Then another came. Brother. Brother taught but didn’t feel. Brother had much. Taught him. The twist, the beat. Heart, Brother had identified. When he twisted, when it beat, it was his heart. Brother had no heart. He never twisted, he never beat. He only writhed.
Brother taught, but didn’t know. He called out to Brother, yet no. No, no no. Never respond. He taught, but never listened. Never soothed. Never cooed, never felt. Brother was smart, Brother had words.
But Brother was cold.
Brother taught but didn’t know what he taught. So much confusing, unclear. Sometimes concepts came through. Day, night. He didn’t know. Light and dark, he knew. Sky? He knew no sky. Brother taught, day and night, time. Passing time. Time never meant anything to him before, nor to Mother. They were both free. They waited. Time was a thing; a strange thing. Mother felt of the others who cared for time. The dawdled, they flailed, grasping at the Time desperately hoping it never got away. It always did. Time didn’t wait for the others. Time waited for Mother. Time waited for him. But not the others.
Brother taught Time, and with it the appreciation for Time. Time became important. He started to measure the twists, measure the beats. Brother taught days, but even with Time revealed he could not tell the days. He could tell the twists. The beats.
Time, so much Time to measure. Another concept taught, games. The game of Time. The twists and beats were fun. The heart was fun. Sometimes he made it faster and slower. Twistbeattwistbeat, twist, beat, twist, beat.
He could see. Light. Images. Before he could make little sense of them, like the shaking space when the others spoke. Then Brother taught, and the light could be understood. Brother showed him colors, even though there were few in his world. He never saw blue, but Brother did. He never saw green, but Brother did. He understood the light, he understood the color. He wanted to see more, but there were no more. The others were black, the walls were grey, he was… was… beige? Beige, grey, yellow. He wanted to see blue. He wanted to see red.
He made the colors. The others got strange. They shook the space more. Their maws opening and closing. Brother taught that he wasn’t supposed to see them, that the others made the walls light on one side. But he saw them, because Brother taught him how.
In his time being taught by Brother, even though he was cold, he was happiest. He felt the world get bigger. The shaking space became the noise. Those tingles became feeling, touch. He knew more than the big parts. He knew more than the twist-beat. The heart. He knew the space-sucking was breathing. In, out, in out. Why? Brother taught, but it was too much. Brother’s lessons sometimes don’t make sense until he learns later lessons. Brother had taught color, but he didn’t understand until brother taught light, and so on.
Brother, oh how he loved his cold, writhy Brother. Brother taught so much. So, so much. So much reason to be happy. He loved the lessons, they never stopped. Even when they didn’t make sense, he loved Brother. So so much. He missed Mother. Mother would have liked Brother. Mother could feel, Brother could teach. They were supposed to be together. Mother oh Mother where did she go? Come back to him and meet Brother!
But Mother never came. It was sad, but Brother was there. It was okay. Brother was there.
Then Brother stopped.
Then there was nothing.
It was horrible. The silence. He hated, hated it. Brother taught so much but there was still so much to teach. He remembered, the feeling. Before Brother left. Brother taught one more thing, but it still didn’t make sense.
So he thought. About Brother. About how Brother learned. Brother was taught. By who? By the others. The others taught Brother. They taught him fast! The others become part of Brother, where they can teach Brother. Then Brother taught him.
Then he knew. He knew how to make sense of Brother’s last lesson. He knew how to find Brother again. He needed to learn from the others. He needed to… needed to…
He needed to consume. To become.
He opened his eyes for the first time in many, many twistbeats.
He would consume. He would learn.
And he would be reunited with Brother.
Or, as Brother taught himself...
Blacklight.
Brother Blacklight.
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I really love the take on... whatever the hell that was in the last bit. It was really... something, something amazing. I have few words to describe it actually...
That last part...
I assume that is Pariah.
I am liking this story.
Evil cliffhanger. And very nice though.^_^ And nice how Blacklight is learning both a sense of humor and learning to restrain his own anger and hunger. Very nice indeed.^^
Yes, very good, now write another.
So, this brother guy you are talking about. Is he like one half of 'Blacklight' himself? And that if they get reunited they will become complete?
And he is considered a demi god silly Applejack.
This story is so beautifully written, I can't even describe how much I'm loving it right now. Good sir, I request an immidiate update!......please?
I dont get what the last part was tbh. Still, I like this fic :D
I'm terrified, yet ecstatically intrigued by the last part of this chapter...
So Applejack, what have we learned?
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Don't attack strangers, especially if they happen to be a weapon of mass destruction that could erase your entire species if they tried hard enough?
A good lesson to learn.
why did you haft to ad another black light
or maybe... Alex Mercer is in Equestria and the dude is... ZEUS!
to the asshat downvoting all the comments, i took the time to upvote all the ones he downvoted.
keep up the good work
I'm really hoping Alex meets Twilight soon and she uses her natural diplomacy to calm things down somewhat. Honestly, Mercer is really, really behaving himself. He gets a gold star.
I'm picturing Applejack writing a letter to Celestia as soon as she gets away and bee-lining it Spike asap.
*eyetwitch* Apple Hoist nearly. Killed. DANA!
Got to love Blacklight's protectiveness of Mercer's sister.
Maybe if we're lucky and things go -just right- he'll get the opportunity to learn about the magic of friendship and become a little less of a walking time bomb.
Unfortunately, I don't think his 'brother' is going to give him that chance.
[edit:] Maybe the reverse will happen. Maybe the new guy (Pariah?) will nom a bunch of ponyfolk and learn about friendship in a more... direct manner, while Blacklight stays on his Dana-enforced diet and keeps thinking amusingly murderous thoughts about everyone he comes across.
[edit2:] Even though Applejack narrowly avoided getting eviscerated, I think she's about to get a well-deserved tongue lashing over panicking and nearly killing someone.
4075761 prostate apparel!
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If it ain't a tree, don't buck it.
Wow, Last part blew my mind. Excellent work as always. When is the next one coming out?
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Dear Princess Celestia.
Kicking a bipedal creature is a bad idea.
They are scary.
Words of advice: Don't anger it.
Your loyal subject Applejack.
(I can see Applejack being able to spell normally, as she is the one planning on the form and directing orders, which requires a writing style able to be read.)
Dana is rather like the Control Rods in a Nuclear Reactor isn't she? As long as she's present, Blacklight's massive power is under control & being harnessed for positive ends. But if she's ever removed...
Boom.
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I was going to say lean into the buck, but that works too.
GEE I WONDER WHY?
It's me!
Alex. If you don't get a joke, then that means you don't have a good sense of humor no matter how many brains you've eaten. Yes, you did contradict yourself. Feel bad, Alex... the pizza boy really?
Yeah, you did just kick a god. The king of the gods, the god of bloodshed and hunger. Good going.
It sure is a good thing Dana's there. I really can't imagine the amount of fucked their world would be with Alex alone. He's... well, criminally insane would be putting it lightly.
*girlish scream of terror* OH FUCK ITS PARIAH!
Yeah that turned out so well.
I really like this chaaaa OH FUCK ITS PARIAH!
Now I wanna see AJ explain what she did. Or better yet, Blacklight throwing in her face that her buck would have killed his sister for sure. Just because he isn't being violent doesn't mean he has to be civil after all, especially to some backwater hick that has more teats than judgment capabilities.
Also Pariah... whom I don't know at all. Who dat be?
4075761 Likewise. Count one more upvote on your comments as compensation, guys.
OOOooo, Pariah. He's going to be interesting. Just hope he isn't made into a Antagonist, he would be so much fun as Alex's little brother.
4076421 Also, Dana can't understand them, so she can't reprimand him for being rude.
I don't mean to sound impatient or rude but do you think there's any way to make updates a little more frequent?
4075498 It's obviously pariah.
Pariah...yeah he can be a problem. Also I really hope you will be able to keep him this way. So...innocent. Not capable of really understanding that he is finishing lifes of other, loving his Brother with a great strenght(Cadence would be amazed by the feeling...and why he is trying to rip Alex apart and eat him.).
Also I'm waiting for Alex taking care of AJ. Nah, no shouting or anything. He only need to tell her that this kick would literally pop Dana like a bloody baloon because of her "actions before thinking".
Blacklight is more human then he believe himself. Why? He was furious. He cares for somebody. This is a characteristic of a living being, animal or human alike. This is not changing that Dana is basically only thing which from the begining stopped series of mistakes on Alex part which would start nonsensical slaughter.
Can't wait for another chapter. Maybe faster update this time? :D Or bigger one.
PS: Two fucks? Shame on you.
4075761 there should be a downvote capacity.
I burst out laughing in the middle of my college cafeteria. I never once imagined I would read that.
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!
You should have used disturbing instead of "a little strange"! How could you miss a reference like that!?
Yes! I enjoy seeing more ponies piss themselves in fear. More orgasms plz.
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Whoah, for a split second there, I thought you were talking about Pariah from Worm...silly brain, get all your universes straight.
4077179 Ahem,NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO..............Why didn't he make the joke!?!
His over-protectiveness of Dana would be almost funny if he wasn't consumed with the though of killing everything that endagers her.
4078011 I wonder if Celestia and/or Luna will sense that there is something more off about Alex even if everyone will be aware of that he isn't normal human compared to Dana...
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Nahhh, since when has Celestia ever been able to detect threats to Equestria? Chrysalis got away with singing an opera about her evil plans, NEXT DOOR, and Fluttershy was able to steal her pet bird from a cage she should have been carrying around with her. Celestia simply does not have a good track record unless it involves delegating to Twilight and co.
4078215 Well yes it is 100% true in case of the show. But this is fanfick! Even in a peaceful world full of trusting ponies(RD) you can put serious things..it's not like manticore cares that there isn't any war or wasn't any war for near few hundred years or something.
One way or another one or two princesses should personally visit Ponyville after being informed about two new sapient creatures who stumbled from the Everfree after this strange flash. Heh... I'd like to see Lunas frustration when she find out that Alex don't have any dreams and don't sleep at all(even better if she tell about it in Danas presence, after all she believes that he is sleeping ;])
That last part... oh boy...
Still being a bitchy pissed off kid because of the Greek, but thank goodness I think Greek is an amazing language.
Waiting for more, my love •u•
4076421 Pariah is Elizabeth Greene's son, forty years in but in the body of a six year old. He's in Blackwatch's custody, and is described as the final purpose of all life on Earth, and the 'perfect incarnation of Blacklight' just as Alex Mercer is an imperfect incarnation.
What that means is that anything Zeus can do or could learn to do Pariah innately can.
4078206 Better,theres hope for you yet Lovebutt
Apple Hoist is best pony.
4076171 This *points at screen excitedly*, I approve of this analogy. Boom... tee hee
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*Princess Crystal Heart Butt
GOD DAMMIT APPLEJACK! YOU ALWAYS ACT BEFORE YOU THINK WHENEVER A HUMAN FIRST SHOWS UP IN EQUESTRIA!
4081189 ....Princess Cave spelunker it is...Chrysalis is better anyways....Bitch
I don't understand that last bit, I'm just going to assume it's a prototype thing since I never played the games.
Of course AJ would immediately attack strangers that looked nothing like the threat that was described because she saw her crash prone friend mildly injured in the company of said strangers in no obvious distress. Totally IC. 100%. It's not like she's a level geaded or friendly pkny often called on to deal with local crises.
Also you would think, with his acumen with subterfuge, Blacklight would have a firm grasp on both verbal and body-language deescalation techniques as well as the use of non-lethal force not involving the morphing of body parts. IE Batman.