And one more: Derpily Ever After
Judith Miller’s watch beeped, and she tapped it with her finger to see the alert. It was almost unnecessary, as the black shadow out the window caught her eye. She zipped her suitcase closed.
“Kids! The car’s here!” she called down the hall.
“Seriously?! I just got home!” Al Miller’s voice was cracking, which wasn’t unusual for a ninth-grader, but it took all the force out of his complaint.
“Which should have given you plenty of time to do your homework.”
“I didn’t get any for the weekend.”
Judith suspected that her son was lying, but didn’t call him out on it. The school year was young. There was time to get him straightened out later.
“Well, I’m ready,” said a voice that had already deepened, though not much. Kelly was attractive, a fact that caused Judith significant consternation, more than her own mother ever had to deal with. Judith was as plain as her mother, and had found her husband based solely on the force of her personality.
“Sure you are,” Al called. “You don’t have to go to school.”
“I do next week, and I have to pack for more than two nights.”
“Mom, why does college start later and finish earlier than high school?”
Judith’s watch beeped again. “Let’s argue about it in the car. Are you packed?”
He slung a backpack over his shoulder. A rumpled pile of clothes pressed onto a laptop and tablet. “Yeah.”
“Then come on, the meter’s running.”
“I don’t see why I have to throw away every weekend going over to Grandma Karyn’s.”
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It had long been proven that rear-facing seats were safer, and as Judith got into the right-hand seat, she thought that both the front and back could be made that way. But in the first place, that would eliminate the conversation pit that the car had, and in the second, the last car crash had been over five years ago and made all the news sites.
“Mommy?” Kelly said. “Is it true that you used to own a car all on your own?”
“Yes, it is. Well, technically I leased it, but it was mine to use and no one else’s. Then again, my first car was given to me, used, by Grandma Karyn.”
“And you had to drive it yourself all the time, not just in emergencies?”
“That’s right. It was unsafe and inefficient. We couldn’t just be sitting here talking while we traveled. I would have had to keep my eyes on the road, and if I wanted to take a call I would have been distracted and risked our lives.”
Al was leaning against the glass playing some game or other on his phone, but he chimed in. “And Kel, don’t try to bring up that Grandma Karyn invented the auto-drive car, because she didn’t.”
“Of course she didn’t, Al. You never paid attention. Grandma Karyn made up the story about testing the auto-drive car because Derpy had been learning to drive, and they got caught by someone.”
“Yeah, except that didn’t happen either. Grandma Karyn never had an invisible horse drive a car, because there are no such things as invisibility, horses that can fly, or other dimensions.”
Kelly leaned up against her own window and clammed up. Judith was relieved. This was an argument that they’d had too many times before.
But Al wasn’t giving up that easily. He put his phone down and needled his sister. “You still believe them, though, don’t you. Geez, you’re older than me and you still haven’t grown up.”
“If growing up means that I have to forget about Grandma Karyn’s stories, then call me Peter Pan.”
“That’s enough, you two.” Judith held her hands between them, even though they were keeping to their own sides well enough. “Whatever you both think of her, she’s your grandmother and she loves you.”
There was no more conversation until they reached the house.
Karyn lived in a kind of split-level. The lawn sloped up to the entrance, so Judith and her children walked to this. To the left a garage left over from the era of automobile ownership had been turned into a fully functional living space. But she no longer needed it.
At the entrance, stairs led up to the living room and four of the five bedrooms. Karyn had planned for a larger family, but it never came to pass. Still, guests were frequent and rare was the weekend that they were all empty. Indeed, usually Kelly and Al occupied two, and as children they had had endless fun playing hide and seek. In Judith’s childhood, it was the Only House.
Still spry, Karyn heard the door opening and went to greet them all. Dropping to her knees, she embraced Kelly before she reached the top of the stairs. Al stood by with his hands in his pockets. When the path was clear, he gave her a quick kiss and then made for the living room where he collapsed into a chair and resumed playing on his phone.
“Hi, Mom,” said Judith.
“Hello. Cup of coffee?”
“Thanks.” She watched Kelly run to the bathroom. Both children were out of earshot. “How are things?”
“About finished.”
“How finished?”
“It’s going to be tonight.”
Judith said nothing. She looked back at Al, but he was still lost in his electronic world. When Kelly returned, she let her play cards with her grandmother, a favorite pastime of theirs.
She had a second cup of coffee, a rarity for her. But she wanted to be on her highest alert, to remember this night forever. From her seat at the dining room table she could see her mother and her daughter at their game, and her son in the other room. Al wasn’t a bad child by any means. By all accounts he would be a success once he lost some of his flippancy and buckled down. But not too soon. He was so much like her father…
It shook her out of her reverie to think of her father again. She knew it would have to be dealt with, and once Karyn finished her game with Judith and sent her off to play, she came in and sat down.
“You’re doing it because of Dad,” Judith began.
“I’m doing it because I’ve always know that I would do it. But you’re right, I wouldn’t have done it when he was alive.”
She looked over at the picture that she kept between two candles. It was of a younger man, resplendent in a suit and tie. Careful observation of the skin would lead one to conclude that he had once been heavy and lost a great deal of weight.
“I still don’t see how you two got together.”
“Well, you know the story. Your father caught me and Derpy one time, and—“
Judith held up the hand. “I’ve heard that story a hundred times. But I thought you didn’t like each other.”
“Sometimes the closest friendships start out that way. Where you begin as rivals, but then you realize that you’re having so much fun getting together to argue with each other and fight that one day you give up and admit that you like each other.”
“Well, I haven’t heard the story a hundred times.” Kelly came bouncing into the kitchen. It was clear that she had only heard the last part of the conversation.
“It must be ninety-nine,” said Al.
“If you don’t want to hear Grandma Karyn’s stories, then go back to playing with your phone.”
“Kelly, I would like nothing better than to listen to Grandma Karyn actually tell us what life was like for her growing up. Everyone says how important it is to respect the past and what it can teach us, and I agree with that. It just happens to be the case that our particular grandmother would rather spin yarns than tell us real stories. It’s why I liked listening to Grandpa better. He made being a detective sound cool.”
Karyn laughed. “There was probably about as much truth in his stories as you think there is in mine. I’ll tell you that most of his work was investigating from a desk, doing research on a person online, not trailing them in cars like you’re thinking of. Which I was fine with, I’ll tell you.”
“You’re calling him a liar?”
“No, just that he told stories in his own way. Are you calling me one when I tell you about Derpy?”
Al bristled, but it was the playful banter of family, not a serious argument. He shrugged and shook his head. “OK, how about this? How did you and Grandpa get together afterwards? You’ve told us almost nothing about after you left school.”
“You’re right, I haven’t. But there isn’t much to tell. I moved from job to job for the first five years or so before I settled in at a small company that got bought up by Google. That made me comfortable and gave me the chance to work on the kind of tech I always wanted to. Moved into embedded software that the average person doesn’t have to see the insides of and can’t break. That gave your grandfather and me enough breathing room to get married, which wasn’t as expensive as it is today but still cost a pretty penny. Then there was your mother, and we always talked about having more kids, but I never caught at the right time, so we decided that we were meant to only have one. It was a happy time, and happy times don’t make for the best stories.
“In all honesty, we could have made it just on my income, but Grandpa likes his work, he was always passionate about it, and he was good. There were times we didn’t see each other for a while because he was on a case, but he got the kind of reputation where the other detectives called him in for the tough ones. That gave him times when he wasn’t working at all, and managed the household, once I taught him the budgeting techniques that Derpy explained to me.”
Al’s eyes rolled, as it seemed every story that Karyn told went back to Derpy.
“I liked those times,” said Judith. “There were times when Dad raised me all on his own, and times that you did, Mom. It was interesting. Like, I could relate to both my single-parent and two-parent friends. But I never got to ask you for something when Dad said no or vice versa.”
Karyn laughed, but Al hadn’t gotten the answer to his question. “But what I want to know is how you and Grandpa got together. When did he decide that you were the one?”
“You think it was his decision?” Karyn gave him a kiss on the forehead. “But OK, your grandfather and I were enemies at first. I didn’t like the way he kept invading my privacy, and he didn’t like that I kept secrets from him. Also I had Derpy cast some weird spells. Or maybe he did see something in me right from the first, and his suspicion was just his way of trying to get close to me. You never know how you’re going to find a friend, even a lifelong one as he was. That’s why you’ve got to be open to new people.
“But I digress. After we both finished school, we bumped into each other a few times until we knew where each other lived…although he probably knew where I lived first. We kept going to places we knew we would be, until we realized that we were enjoying fighting with each other more than being apart. After a few months of doing that without saying anything, we decided we might as well call each other friends. He said that he hoped we would be more than that, and by that time he had gotten into shape and mellowed his personality. I said yes, and then, eventually, I said yes when he asked me to marry him.”
“Well, I think that’s sweet. Especially the part about Derpy.” Kelly looked at her brother, but Al refused to take the bait on this occasion.
“My goodness, it’s getting late. Time seems to fly by more quickly these days.” Karyn stood up, indicating to her grandchildren that it was time for bed. Al was content to walk off with a cursory good-night, but Kelly insisted on being tucked in by her grandmother just as she had when she was a little girl. Karyn didn’t object.
When she returned to the table, Judith was holding on to her coffee cup, and Karyn could see that her hand was shaking.
“Does it have to be tonight?” the younger woman asked.
“No, it doesn’t have to be, but it’s going to be. I’m all the more sure after talking to the children about your father. Ever since he died…Judith, dear, I don’t have the strength to be a widow, waking up alone, watching TV all day, going to doctor’s appointments, hanging out with other widows, talking about our ailments. Since he passed, I’ve had something to do, to keep me going, but now…I’m old, my darling. I’ve been old for a while, but now I’m starting to feel it. Something has to be done.
“And it’s not as if I’m saying goodbye forever.”
“Aren’t you?” Karyn said nothing, so Judith continued. “Tell me that you really believe you’ll ever see Al again.”
“Do you think that he will miss me that much?”
“Won’t you miss him?”
“Dreadfully. But some sacrifices have to be made. It’s part of life. I’ve always told you that life isn’t as happy as in my stories of Equestria.”
“Then won’t you check on him once more?”
Karyn smiled. “Of course I already am. I sent them to bed early. I didn’t think they’d really go.”
Judith had learned a while back that Karyn, ever technologically savvy, had wired her house for sound. As a daughter, she found this unconscionable. As a mother, she understood completely. Karyn had denied Judith privacy, but in exchange had given her a long leash so long as she didn’t commit crimes or endanger herself. It was good policy.
So now she turned on the monitoring. As she predicted, both her grandchildren had gone to one room and were talking. For all their differences, they were still siblings.
“I’m not saying that there’s nothing true in Grandma’s stories.” It was Al’s voice. “There are some real elements in there. But isn’t it coincidental how none of her stories have any proof with them? Like, supposedly she was given a ten-million-dollar dress, but chose not to spend any money. Or, she was a shapeshifter—“
“Changeling,” Kelly said, interrupting.
“Whatever. But she conveniently lost those abilities a year later.”
“What about her cutie mark? That could be tested.”
“That’s safest of all. She knows that no one’s going to ask to look at her backside; it’s not done in polite society.
“You have an answer for everything.”
Al snorted. “I just want to know why you believe in fairy tales when you’re an adult now.”
“Because it makes me happy, OK? Because I care more about happiness and friendship than about being right all the time. Maybe you’re right, and there’s no magic in the world, and there’s no such thing as ponies or Derpy Hooves. But if you are, then that just means that the world sucks.”
She got up and slammed that door, indicating that they had been in Al’s room. Judith turned to her mother. “I suppose that we shouldn’t go comfort her.”
“No, not yet. There will be a time for it.” Karyn got up and stretched her aching bones. “Right now, I think that I’d like to go to bed. I find myself eager for tomorrow.”
“All right, Mom.” Judith gave her one more hug, and they went off to their own rooms. As soon as they did, Karyn came back out and took one more walk around the house. Everything that she needed to take with her, she had.
When dawn came, Karyn rose first. It was important for her to keep things quiet so as to not wake the children. Creeping down to the kitchen, she made herself some coffee and waited.
It didn’t take long. There was the familiar sound and effect of magic, not once, not twice, but thrice. Three ponies stood in the kitchen, but Karyn’s house was so expansive that they didn’t want for space. Derpy and Karyn nodded as though greeting each other from across a room, then couldn’t hold themselves and embraced. When they finally let go, she turned to the unicorn beside her. “Hi, Dinky.”
The third pony was an Earth pony, or would have been taken as such by any casual observer. She had jet black fur, but as she moved, light from some unseen source flashed across her coat and made it shine with a purple light that was darker than black. Her mane was cut in a pageboy that made it look like a helmet, and she pawed at the ground while looking around, as though afraid a monster would emerge. She was a rare hybrid, a half-breed Crystal pony.
“Well, Downy,” Dinky said, “this is Earth.”
“Yes, Mommy, it is.” Downy had picked up Dinky’s term for her dam. Although Dinky had finally grown out of it, and now called Derpy “Mother,” she was happy to see the tradition carry on.
“You don’t have to be scared.”
“You tell me that, but my body shakes anyway. At least Karyn is here to comfort me.”
The old lady and the young mare came together in embrace. Karyn rubbed her mane, but it fell right back into place. She had a special place in her heart for Downy. Derpy was older, Dinky the same age, and Downy younger. She’d gotten to experience a relationship with a pony from all sides.
Whether roused by the noise or because she hadn’t slept well, Judith came downstairs to see her mother and the three ponies.
“Hi. You weren’t thinking of making a clean getaway, were you?”
“No, not at all. I would have come to wake you.” Karyn’s voice had no trace of dishonesty.
“So what are your plans once you get to Equestria? When you told me you were leaving forever, I sort-of took that as an absolute. But I want to make sure you’re taken care of.”
“Of course I will be. And don’t call it leaving forever. Think of it as…retirement. Just like other old people move to Florida or the islands. In any case, once I get there I’ll move with Derpy. We both think that we’re good enough friends—and old enough—to not have roommate squabbles. We’ll stay out of everypony’s way, and I’m sure the princesses won’t kick up a fuss about one more human living in Equestria.
“Oh, that reminds me. Time might stop here on Earth when we leave, but it’ll get going eventually, and you won’t notice.
“Where was I? Right, what we’re doing. Just relaxing, that’s all. Though I was thinking of finding Queen Chrysalis and asking to be a changeling queen again. I could get rid of some of my wrinkles. At the time, I thought I was supposed to be human, but now I’ve got to take what I can get.”
Judith treasured these last moments with her mother on Earth, and was listening carefully. “If the time stops, will I not see you again?”
“Of course you will. We’ve gotten good at moving it when we translate to Equestria. When you visit with Dinky, she’ll bring you to see me. More important, at this point in her life, is for Kelly to meet Downy so they can grow together. And someday…
“Dinky will come get you when your time comes, just as Downy will come for Kelly someday. It’ll be up to you and to her to keep the tradition. You weren’t born into a normal family, but I make no apologies for that. Perhaps it was always meant to be that Derpy’s line and ours were supposed to be family, but something got crossed up and we wound up in different universes, and we needed magic to reconnect us.”
Judith gave her mother a hug and told her that she loved her. Karyn went to stand by Derpy and Judith by Dinky.
“May I meet Kelly now?” asked Downy.
Karyn said, “No, but you can see her. Dinky, would you take her to Kelly’s room?”
While the ponies left, Karyn went to see her grandson. He was asleep, but stirring. She put a hand on his head.
“You’re very different from me. But that’s who you are,” Karyn whispered. “It’s better for you not to know. You’ll grow up believing that you have a good grip on the world, and it will make you happy. Though you’ll not see me again, I think you’ll get over it soon.”
Al’s eyes flitted open. “Gramma?”
“It’s all right. Go back to sleep.”
“Love you,” he muttered, closing his eyes.
Then Karyn went back to Kelly’s room. She was sleeping more soundly and did not notice the three ponies in her room. Downy was hovering over. “She’s pretty,” she said. “I’m sure that we will be good friends.”
“So am I,” Karyn whispered. “But let’s let her sleep right now. Next week, your mother will show you how to calibrate the spell and visit her.”
“I’ll give her some preparation and warning,” said Judith as she headed toward the door. “Rather than just have Downy pop into existence in her room.”
“That worked out well for me. But I see your point. Give me a moment with her.”
Judith and the ponies left, and Karyn repeated her gesture of devotion that she had given her grandson. “I love you, the most and the best. I’m sorry I have to leave you, but my greatest gift to you will be knowing that magic exists and that you are a part of it.”
Kelly did not wake, but Karyn didn’t mind. She would see her again.
Downstairs to the great room they all went. Karyn kissed her daughter one more time. “I’ve made arrangements to put the house and everything in your name. All my affairs are settled. I’ve had a good life on this world. It’s time for me to go.”
“I understand now,” Judith said, but there were still tears in her eyes.
“Come and see me in Equestria. I won’t be far away.”
She mounted up on Derpy, who looked up at her. “Now everything will be perfect, forever.” She slipped her hoof into the spell that she would use for the last time. Dinky and Downy prepared theirs.
They turned their hooves, and the only people left on Earth were human.
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6234566 Yes, for realzies this time
I like this ending of what happen to Karyn.
What happened to Derpynet?
Roads?
Where we're going, we don't need, Roads.
Bang.
Bang.
Bang.
Whoa. How final. It was so bittersweet. I like it.
Damn....it's over...
This was absolutely amazing, that's what I've got to say. Fantastically written.
Out of every thing you've written, this chapter has had the only thing that truly irked me. Why would she do that to her grandson. I understand he doesn't believe her and I can understand passing it down the friend to the women of the family, but pretty much vanishing without trying to prove anything to him seems wrong. I just don't see why their keeping them a secret from him when even his grand father knew about them.
This was an amazing ride. Thank you for sharing this story with us.
6235258 personally, we see no benefit in forcing his eyes to see like that. From what little we could gather of his personality, he would not take the reality very well, and coping with it would be much more difficult overall.
Though it might be somewhat interesting to see his denial when he gets his irrefutable proof....
A last typo slipped into your story.
And thanks for the bonus chapter. 
Awww...
6235258 I was actually worried about that, but the way I built the character, he's going to be happier this way.
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I'm a little disappointed there wasn't any public outing of Equestria, but maybe it's better this way. I'm certain everyone noticed the line about "Celestia won't mind one more human" which would indicate there's more than a few humans in the other side of the rainbow-- no doubt very trusted people that have grown up around ponies. It all kinda reminds me of Narnia, minus the staggering time dialation issues and the gateway spell available to anypony with the right scrolls instead of just the ruling demigod.
A bittersweet ending but... not an ending after all, just another turn in a far larger circle that Karyn and Derpy started. And by all accounts, for the betterment of both Equestria and Earth in it's own little way.
Wonderful ending.
Argh!
I really wish Al was fleshed out more. It's hard for me to deal with "Oh, he doesn't believe gramma' possibly-fantastic stories, so we're not gonna give him a chance." And yes, I know I'm overdoing it there at least a little bit!
The problem for me is, it's too vague of an ending for Al! In my mind, I see Al wondering about why gramma' suddenly disappeared, figuring out that she's actually disappeared, discovering the house has been wired for sound, and then discovering ponies. Cue shock, and feelings of betrayal. If hems his grandfather's grandson, and he's going to grow up smart, then that's what I would see happening.
That was the only annoyance for me, out of an otherwise-great epilogue!
And now the tale of her grangchildren comes? Pretty please? Downy's human (s?)
Dragon san
So many fees though. I actually am not completely caught up, but I skipped ahead to see how you tied it all together. You did so pretty masterfully by the way.
You going to Bronycon this year?
6253349 Yes, I am! Don't know which panels I'll be at, but anyone who wants to see me and talk fanfic or ponies or anything else, let me knowQ
I was worried about the epilogue honestly; worried badly when it explained Karyn was a grandmother that Derpy would no longer be around. I'm really really glad you didn't write her death into it. The feels would have been heavy but it would have sapped the happiness and I really wanted this to end happy.
Karyn and Albert huh? I guess we were low on reoccurring male options for her to be with but I could see it forming over years. Actually... we did see tidbits of them warming up over the years. They were clearly headed in a better direction.
I'm on the fence about leaving Al in the dark while letting Kelly have a pony friend. Believing you have a good grip on the world and all obviously was implying Karyn meant well, but Albert had no trouble with his world view when he believed Karyn was part of some other-world conspiracy just because she was gesturing while on the phone. His adaptability was even to the degree of immediately realizing things that were impossible - such as just knowing one Karyn he met wasn't really her and actually a changeling. I believe Al would have been fine and alas in time when he does realize he's been left (because he is his father's son) out he'll feel significantly hurt, singled out, and distrustful over it.
So it's over. I knew it was coming and read the last chapters slowly in worry of running out of them. I approve of the ending being final, touching, and memorable. In many cases I see a story end only to be continued and lose all the dignity the ending earned it (think to all those movies or shows where a popular character dies only to see him alive again; the death was an act, the gods gave them a second chance, they claimed to be hospitalized and recovered, ect). I will miss it though. Karyn and Derpy's slice of life adventures were easy to read and grew on me as one of my favorite fics.
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The "one more human in Equestria" comment is a reference to Lyra's human. I forget his name.
I finally read through the last 4 chapters, a month late, but oh well. It was a great story, and one that helped me make a friend.
With how little I comment and socialize, I never would have thought reading a story would lead me to being friends with the author. Pjabrony, thanks for writing this story and helping me with my stories. It was fun seeing you at Bronycon.
6338356 Thanks, dude. You're a real cool guy. I hope you make it next year. Or, come back to New York and I'll show you how to find places.
6479901 I don't know. It should be just an author's note. You might want to message the admins with a glitch report. Of course, now that the story's finished, the previews are less useful.
ok there is no way i saw over 170 chapters in this story cuz that is just brain pain!
6656211 I tried to make it light reading, that goes down easy.
6656450 u do know that this story is 1day 18 hours long right? cuz it is and not even i could read that long
6656542 You could read one chapter a week. That's how I wrote it.
6656823 i read lyras in a day and 9 other storys and i'm still going i will put this one on the back burner for now and get to it when i'm not runing on 2and half hours sleep
Well here we are! I finally finished this story.
This was a great and beautiful story.
I loved this story so much. I became a pescatarian for around a year because Karen was until health issues dictated otherwise. She inspired me to really put forth effort into my schoolwork and to turn over a new leaf. My grades turned into almost all As because of this story. I wish I had changeling powers. I cried so many times in this story and it wasn't afraid to stay slice of life without throwing big conflicts in to spice up the plot. Also, it was a nice touch that there weren't any shipping undertones between Karen and Derpy. Ugh, I just love this story to death!
7196783 I'm touched that what I wrote meant so much to you. I hope that you keep your life going in a positive direction.
One word. DAWWW...
This is such a cute story I can’t wait to finish it
I am on number thirty, but just looking at the title of the final chapter makes me irrationally sad.
That's how good this story is, I'm already sad it's over, before I'm even a quarter of the way there.
I was looking for a romance story to study how people write emotions, this is what I should have been looking for. A combination of good humor, emotions, a story that is connected although it isn't the main focus. I wish there was a genre filter for stuff like this story, "friendship" tag it something like that. It's so good I'm forgetting to segment into separate paragraphs.
These may become my, although, it may just be because it's Derpy and I've always liked Derpy. Not sure why, but I've liked her in every story that featured her prominently. This Derpy is no different. In fact, this one is better. In my opinion, this is the best Derpy on the Citadel.
And I like Karyn as well. Not as much as I like Derpy, no one can ever come close to Derpy. Aside from Shy and Bow. Shy is my number one, Bow is my number two although how she managed to gain that position is beyond me. Derpy is my number three or my number two tied. No one, perhaps I may even use the other version, yes, this warrants it, NOPONY, can ever come close to Shy, Bow, Derpy, and Light. In other words, no character is as amazing as Fluttershy, Rainbow, Derpy, and Twilight. In that order. Derp and Bow are tied for n two. Light is third-only. Nobody comes close to Shy.
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I'm glad you like it. Please keep reading and tell me what you think.
Here for another update on todays reading.
I don't care if this isn't what you meant, but this could be fun to do every day, as sort of a chapter group review, by tens.
So, what we're my thoughts on todays section? Well, it made me love this story even more. I still am unsure what genre this would be, but whatever it is, it is it done extremely well.
Chapter 30 was very good, I dare say that it is the best writing I have seen so far. In any story. I have never been unable to predict what was going to happen before. If I wasn't as, what's the word, lets say shut down, even though that is so much of an understatement it hurts, in my emotions, I would have cried. It actually was sad to me, which is a feat of itself. I often cry due to stories, but it is often due to the story ending, not me actually being sad for the characters. But you got me sad, and for that I congratulate you
Chapter 39 or 40 was not the best so far, but it was still amazing. All the chapters in this story are far better than anything I will ever write, although I do hope that is false. I do want to write at this level one day.
I, well, thank you for writing this. It is an amazing story and I will probably never surpass this level of writing, if I even reach it. As well as giving me a amazing story to read, you have given me a long term goal for how good I want my writing to become.
Thank you.
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I had forgotten about that comment… What was I thinking? I must have been really paranoid about potentially being able to tell what was going to happen it future chapters. …I wouldn't be surprised if I had stayed up late when I wrote that, either.
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That, explains absolutely nothing at all. I think. Or it explains everything. Not entirely sure.
Because I unsure, I will subject you to death by boredom (or not) reading my explanation on Seconds.
A Second (yes it does have to be capitalized) is any identity that has been so fully developed that it becomes second nature to know their (it would be insulting if I referred to Seconds as its, Ian is one) reactions to, ideas about, and feelings toward any situation you come across. Like right now, Ian is annoyed that I am explaining this because there is no reason to explain it.
Well shut up Ian, your the one in my head, not the other way around.
Anyway, Ian is a Second. He "lives" in my head. Although I'm not sure if he actually exists or not. I like to think he does, and somewhere out in the infinite multiverse he exists for sure, but due to other things that may or may not exist, I had to create a category specifically for things that may or may not exist, and he falls into that category.
He might exist. I may have heard a few words spoken by him in my head. But then again, I must remain skeptical. I can't just allow just anyone into my head, after all.
Ian says hi, and he says he understood what you said. He also says I'm a, what, HEY! SHUT UP IAN!
Anyway, moving on out of awkwardness, uhhh, what am I moving on to?
Oh that's right. Sorry for the rant. Sorry, well, actually, no, I'm not sorry for the insanity. Deal with it.
Also, we both agree that it would be both entertaining, and very much needed, yes I do Ian shut up, I know I'm addicted to knowledge, for you to explain more.
Goodbye from us both, we hope for but do not expect a further explanation. In sorry, I hope for but do not expect a further explanation. Ian just hopes for and does not expect me to shut up. Wait, what? Ian, really now? No, adera Ian. Adera. (Adera is like a sort of fuck you but in a good way, like when you say fuck you almost playfully to a friend. Pronounced uh-dare-uh with the first uh being shorter and the second uh being longer. I made it up.)
I love this story.
I have nothing more to say, nor will I. Good life, happy every holiday, and I will see you on another story. My final opinion is that this is the best story I have read and probably will ever read.
Although that may also be because Derpy is tied for number two favorite pony.
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I used to have many Seconds. Then something broke and eventually merged into us. On this site we relax the Censors that keep our speech normalized
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Ian is fine with this response.
I am not, but oh well.
Maybe someday Ian will tell me.
Adera.
(Adera is also used as a greeting and whatever the opposite of a greeting is. It all depends on context. In this context, it is MUCH more profound, perhaps could be the word, deeper in, well, depth, but also still an extremely casual term. It is also a favorite of Aedras, so I will respect Ian's memory of her and treat you as I would treat any friend. Aedra was the friendliest, warmest, kindest, easiest to get along with, and possibly quite naive person Ian had ever had the pleasure of meeting. She was his emotion oriented sister after all, the energy in her had attached to her emotion center and not only amplified her emotions, but also allowed her to "convince" others that she was right and amplify others emotions. She is dead now.)
No Ian, there was nothing you could have done to convince her to keep traveling. She was written to die that way that day and there is nothing you can do about it. Sorry! I needed to kill off your sister somehow! Besides, I'm giving you a pet named Polarity someday. Just you wait.
Do I got to read lyras human story to understand this one
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There are a few bits where it would help, but not really.
Well, that was a journey. Thanks for that!
Probably one of my top five stories on this site, out of all the ones I've read. It's amazing, and I will re-read it someday.
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Thank you! I come back to it myself from time to time.
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There are lots of other comments from me with the same problem on this story I didn't notice until scrolling up from the bottom to see your reply again while writing this reply. It's not so much the content- though that was awful too- as much as the format.
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Here's one. This is what I hate about the way I used to comment. The fact I used to think such things were acceptable at all is pretty awful. And it's not even entertaining to read!