Written for Equestria Daily's Sombra's backstory in 300 words or less challenge.
Sombra excelled at all forms of magic, but his special talent—some would say obsession—was alchemy. He specialized in the properties of esoteric forms of matter. In the spring, he would leave his village pulling a small wagon behind him, and where he went, no one knew. When he returned in the fall, his little wagon would be full of scrolls and tomes from foreign lands, written in nearly-forgotten tongues. Then he would spend the winter in a laboratory he had dug deep under his house, working from before sunrise until past sundown. Sometimes passers-by saw a warm glow or sudden flash of light play on the crude stone steps leading down, or smelled sweet scents or noxious fumes.
One cold winter evening, Sombra staggered up the steps with deep circles under his eyes and a strange burning light within them. A few crystal ponies, hurrying by to reach the warmth of their homes before nightfall, stopped and stared. He blinked in the sunlight, then held his arms above his head. Something brightly-colored, with an iridescent glow, oozed from his hooves and splatted on the ground before him like fat, rancid raindrops. It trickled down his fetlocks and pooled in quivering slimy mounds on his shoulders.
"Behold!" Sombra called in a booming voice that trembled with just a hint of mad laughter. "I have done it! I have discovered the secret of—"
But the glowing substance had seeped into his ears, and the few watchers later swore that his eyes changed color and a sickly green smoke came out of of his throat. He stumbled forward, his now-glowing eyes bulging wildly.
"What?" a pony called. "What did you discover?"
Sombra clutched at his throat, struggling to speak, but all that came out was, "Gak!"
You're a bad, bad horse, Bad Horse.
oh dear
MY FEELS HAVE BEEN FILLYNAPPED!
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*jawdrop* Wat.
It all makes so much sense now!
You really had me going there.
This story is bad and you should feel mildly bad, but not like bad bad about it.
1610133 Agreed.
Now, if he'd discovered the secret to Floam...
No.
Its my own fault for even clicking on this.
1607946 you summed it up perfectly.
2028592 *looks nervous* No! I must not lose my mask! My horrible facial damage from birth and acid shall be revealed and I won't be able to write music and torment folks in an Opera House!
*Ahem*
Not that I do that I mean..
Honestly the stuff I write consists of drabbles on occasion and not much else. I tend to do spur of the moment rambling with minor re-redits. Long term planning and writing out not so much...
YOU ARE A HORRIBLE PERSON AND YOU SHOULD FEEL BAD!
PLEASE WRITE MORE!
Processing... processing... processing...
Ding!
Ohhh!! Gack. I get it. Ha, ha.
It makes sense - Gack is the Smooze.
*tosses you into the Unreasonably Warm Lake of Rounded-off Points and Mild Irritation*
This.....this makes waaaaaay too much señse.
Headcanon accepted.
"Oh let the noble Oobleck fall!
Oh bring down Oobleck on us all!"
Ah...that explains Sombra's mistake!!
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Gak is only good when it's eaten live! Otherwise, it's evil!
Twilight: ""