19. Piece of the Past: Slapping the Moon
Nemesis was gone; back to his own universe, supposedly. Rethinking existence to include a multiverse wasn’t so hard; I just had to think of my world like a grain of sand on a beach that went on forever. Remembering how big the universe was, comparing it to an infinite amount of reality, and further comparing all of that to myself, made me feel insignificant. But, then again, who wouldn’t feel small compared to infinity?
While I was in my mind, I’d been wandering deeper into the forest, unknowingly coming to a thicker area of trees. Only when I could barely see five feet in front of me did I realize where I’d gone.
Well, more I realized I didn’t know where I’d gone.
The trees all had thick canopies, not allowing the slightest bit of sunlight through; there were no birds’ songs in the air, which was weird considering I swore I heard tons of wildlife mere minutes ago; and I had the strangest feeling of being watched.
“H-hello?” I called to the bushes around me, hoping for them not to respond.
My head whipped around to stare at a bush that had rustled. There was something behind the greenery, but my legs had locked, forcing me to stand there, just staring at the offending foliage. My heart beat a million miles a minute, my eyes were wider than ever, and I was hyperventilating.
Then a bunny jumped out of the bush.
“… What?” I asked myself before realizing what had just happened.
Irony.
“Well, that’s just-” This next part confused me a bit. As you can see, I was just talking, about to say “great”, but something stopped me. It wasn’t an outside force, though. I stopped myself. But it wasn’t me.
Like I said, even I was confused.
Anyway, I didn’t just stop myself from talking, I turned around. While I was turning I pulled my pistol out and pointed it at a bush. It still wasn’t me controlling my body, though; which scared the crap out of me, by the way.
“Come out.” I hadn’t said that… well, my body did, but I didn’t. I think you get the point; I was no longer under control of my physical actions.
To my surprise, a lion came out to greet… me, but it wasn’t a lion. This was given away by the bat wings and scorpion tail it sported. It growled, probably seeing me as its next meal.
“You have no profit here; depart, or face the consequences.” Was “my” response to its immergence.
It charged, ignoring my warning… or not understanding it; but either way.
“Your funeral.” I smirked. Suddenly, time stopped, allowing “me” to walk around the beast, placing gunshots in vulnerable and important places: the base of the tail, wing and leg joints, paws, so on and so forth.
I walked back to my spot, clicking my watch and letting my smirk grow into a grin as the creatures body slid, face first, towards me limply.
“You see what happens when you attack me?” “I” asked. My body moved over beside it, kicked it so it was now on its back, and pointed the gun at its forehead. The grin became insane.
“You die.”
A gunshot rang through the forest.
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WHITETAIL WOODS
Michael was angry with me, for some reason, and it broke my heart. What could I have done that would cause him to help Discord? He even called me evil, less evil than Discord. Where was this unwarranted aggression coming from?
“Discord.” I said aloud… or, tried to say aloud. With the gag it sounded more like “Ishcore”, but that wasn’t important.
What had the Draconequus done to him? What was in those pancakes? Where was he now?
The thoughts yielded no answer, for they were merely thoughts, but when Michael came walking out of the forest, heading towards the fields, I attempted to get his attention.
Sadly, I succeeded.
“Michael” I enunciated around the gag.
“You… you shut up. I don’t need any of your bullshit right now. I was just attacked by a Manticore and I’m in no mood to deal with you, bitch.” The snarl that appeared on his face made my heart break all the more; but the one thing that demolished me completely was the way he spoke.
Like he believed every word.
In the brief moment of pause after his short rant I noticed something that was different about him.
His eyes… they were… duller would be the word for it, I think. The blue wasn’t as vibrant as it used to be.
“Michael, what-”
I wasn’t able to finish my question before he yelled “shut up!” and his hand came down across my face.
The shock didn’t last very long, while my head slumped down, eyes closed tight, and my teeth bit the cloth until they hurt. I felt something warm and wet drip from where his hand made contact, but this only drove in the following fact: There was officially nothing I could do for Michael; he was gone.
As the man walked away, probably to tell Discord of his run-in with the beast, I redoubled my attempts to free myself; rubbing my horn against the frayed rope in an attempt to remove the limiter or cut the bindings.
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THE CLEARING OUTSIDE WHITETAIL WOODS
“Discord, how long until the battle?” Michael approached me from the forest; obviously, today was not one of his best.
“Very soon, actually. I’ve almost finished the arena. You like?” He looked up at the monumental building I’d recreated.
“It looks like the Roman Coliseum.” He remarked.
“It is the Roman Coliseum.” I told him.
“You took the Roman Coliseum, one of the oldest and largest structures that stood on earth, from a different dimension?” His eyes widened in surprise and shock.
“Well, more like I made an exact copy and placed it here.” I clarified.
“Ah.” Understanding washed over his face. After a moment of silence from the both of us, in which he marveled at the structure and I simply waited, he asked a question. “Can we go inside?”
“No, we must wait until the final battle. If we don’t, the war gods will be angry with us!” The sarcasm was thick in my voice. I put my paw over my heart and my claw was thrust into the air in a dramatic pose.
“If the war gods will be enraged, then how can we? It would slander the Faraday name!” He yelled melodramatically, mimicking my pose.
We shared a short laugh before walking through the main entrance.
How many people hate me for the atrocities I've made Michael commit? Please, raise your hands so I can get a proper count.
I mean, seriously; first (chronological, not chapter based) he yells at Luna, kills a manticore, b**** slaps her, then punches FLUTTERSHY.
If these treacheries are not punishable by death, I don't know what is.
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I feel like I should hate him right now for hitting Luna, but since I know it wasn't actually him in charge, I just can't.
*raise hand* but i would be hipocrytal if hate you for thos kind of things XD!
*raises hand* I call bullshit! Its easy to see Michael transition to his current temperament of hating the Sisters, but the obession with power has no explanation to it. Want for strength to fight and win. Yes. Need for power to destroy? No.
4772608
pretty much what i was going for.
4772643
aw! you're making me blush!
4772700
1. i'm talking about Michael.
2. the obsession with power was more like Discord saying "you need more power to exact revenge" and Michael being like "GIVE!!" not exactly him just wanting power.
3. think of a third point...
because triads.
4772755
well, i'd have to agree with you there. even though he is an admin of the multiverse, it does still take time for him to do things. if he could litterally stop time, then he'd be literally invincible, but i'm not sure what they'd do when they met. there'd be no plot or story for it. we can't think of anything to do.
if you or your friends have any ideas, tell us, please!!
i'm begging you!!!
but seriously, we got nothin'.
4772608
but the question is "do you hate Michael?" because, technically, he is his own person; he just inhabits the same body as Nicholas.
i dont hate michael in truth i like him because i hate it when a protagonist is to nice or soft. michaels character is good because he is pycho and will kill but still cares deep down.
4772859
good?
kill?
cares?
4772873 well i l ike to think so.
4772883
Michael is not good or cares right now. and killing is not good, ever... in my mind, anyway. there's always another option.
4772913 sorry didn't mean to offend you or any thing
4772987
what?
offend?
never!
i love you guys!! and anything you say, i always read in a happy tone!!! (it's just my little quirk, so from my point of view you were simply speculating about his character. i was simply giving my own views, which included him being a vengfull jerk. 
in short, nothing you say could ever offend me (unless you were trying to and said so in the message).
4773009 cool sorry if how i veiwed your character was incorect.
4773022
to each his own, and i do so enjoy hearing other people's view of my characters. when you say that Michael cared i swore that you were my editors alt-account.
i checked with him, and you're not, so don't pull the "but i am!!" crap. i know people like that. there's no way to prove or disprove their claims, unless you know them in person. it's quite annoying.
anyway, hinting towards the future, Michael does care, even if it's just a little bit.
Quite frankly im glad someone has the balls to punch fluttershy. It is pretty freaking refreshing, and i kinda wish twilight would have got punched or something too. Also pinkie but i can't remember if anything happened to her or not. So all in all, good on ya.
4772770 Third point= profit?
By death...
Well, aren't we optimistic...
More Micheal, i'm infatuated by him.
*raise hand*
Curiosity very much piqued, but (forcefully) withholding further comment for now.
Will await coming chapters with bated breath.
Raises hand
I'm actually fine with what he did. Sometimes you just need to let yourself go or in this case your other half.
4773274
thanks?
4773443
when doesn't it?
I am displeased about him hitting luna( i like luna she's a nice lady).
Meh on the chimera.
He's not the onlyone who wants to punch shy sometimes.
4773704
not sure i understand this comment...
4773788
Michael:
Nicholas:
Nicholas:
Michael:
4774167
this makes threeeeee~
4774243
Fluttershy? really? how does she have anything negative coming to her?
but you make 4.
4774311
don't try to hold your comment! it's unhealthy!!
you've gotta let it come out and flow all over the comments section. only then can it be fully realized!
seriously, i wanna hear it!
4774355
five.
4774379
YOU MONS- that is completely rational. thank you for your opinion.
4774816
thank you for your opinion.
Fluttershy:
oh, shut up, shy. *punches her in the face* go to your corner!
Fluttershy:
...
yeah, that was cruel.
4774874 you forgot to kick her!
4775003
*kick*
yep. so cruel.
4775156 you're doing the lords work, we will have to discuss crucifixion at a later date. Ray was right, fluttershy sucks!
4774817
*raises hand* I'm good with the manticore killing, but Micheal deserves a hundred deaths for what he did to Luna and Fluttershy (mostly Luna though)
4775229
yeah... good luck with that.
4775331
quite so. i'm thinking eternity in Tarterus, burning from the fires with no magical protection; but you know how it is.
4775536
and you make 6. the number is steadily growing.
4775581
yes, good Sir Faraday.
4775586 sorry, crucifixion was on the mind( rome total war does that). I don't like fluttershys character, she's just above RD. I get way into my games sometimes and bleeds over into other subjects.
4775620
i know what that's like, but it's more like when i read other stories, then think "wait, didn't they do this?" when that was actually a part of another story and... i'm ranting.
anyway, i know how you feel, and there's nothing wrong with wanting to crucify Fluttershy...
i only realize how terrible that is once i read it.
4775629 now that you "say" it aloud it does sound pretty terrible... maybe I'll get a better seat in hell.
4775654
Maybe.
4774861 Golden if there is something you should know about me I am completely irrational.
I once tried to jump over a 8 ft deep ditch and fell right on my ass. A plank of wood was literally right next to me so people could cross. Glad my friend was there. I pulled him in and used him to get out.
Moral of the story: Stanley makes a great latter.
4777180
Wait, using friends as inanimate objects is irrational?