Please, you need to read this! You need to save us!
"-was way too close!"
"Agreed. So now where are we?"
"Canterlot Castle. It's the last safe place I can think of... At least, it's safe for now. Hey Pinkie, is the connection still holding up? Can they still hear us?"
"Well they still can't hear us yet, but they can see our words again."
"And with a little tweaking..."
A click of a finger. The throne room of Canterlot Castle. Through a shattered window, blood-red skies hang over a city in ruins. White and golden towers stand warped and twisted by some malignant force, and the streets are littered with rubble and bodies. A low rumble emanates from somewhere in the distance, while inside the throne room, six ponies, a young dragon, two alicorns and a draconequus dust themselves off as they sit around the throne. Each one is wearing a crude headpiece, consisting of a metal band with a large uncut gemstone in its centre, just over their foreheads. The gemstone is unlike any such stone ever seen before, and seems to twinkle and shine in the low light in a million colours at once.
"There we are!" says Discord. "Now they can read where we are and what's going on as well."
"How are you holding up, Princesses?" Rainbow Dash asks, fluttering down to where the Princesses Celestia and Luna are seated by the throne. Both look to be concentrating deeply on a spell, beads of sweat running down their faces. As their horns shimmer and throb with energy, the gemstones strapped to everyponys heads seem to glow in perfect time with their magic.
"We're... we're fine," Celestia replies, with some effort. "But we cannot guarantee that...that the connection with remain for much longer..."
Twilight Sparkle nods. "Right, down to business," she says as she turns to you. "To whomever is out there reading this, this is where you come in... Oh, and sorry about earlier. We had tried to break through and get a message out, but we were... interrupted."
Twilight gets up and begins pacing back and forth in front of the throne. "But hopefully it was enough to get your attention. And by reading our words and staying with us like this, you're helping us in this little experiment. If all goes well..."
She points out the shattered window, to the ruins of Canterlot below. "You may help us save all of reality." She turns back to you and continues, "But first, I imagine you're all a little confused by this. You're probably wondering what's going on, who we are, how we were able to reach you, and how much of what's happening is real. Well first of all, my name is..."
"Actually Twilight," Pinkie Pie interrupts, "you don't need to introduce us. They already know all of us."
Discord nods. "She's right. That's the nature of their window into our world. They know everything there is to know about us."
"Oh dear, I hope not everything," Fluttershy says, her cheeks flushing red.
"Anyway," Twilight interjects. "If you know who we are, you're probably wondering how any of this can be real. Well, you might just see us as a story right now, nothing but words. But you can hear these words in our voices, right? And you can picture us as we are right now, in your mind? I'd say that makes us real enough. And I think by now you've probably realised, this is hardly a normal story."
She resumes pacing. "Not long ago, I received a message from Sunset Shimmer. It was rambling message, about how some... thing had appeared in her world. She couldn't describe it, but it was changing the world around her. Distorting everything and everyone. Somehow she was protected from it at first, my guess is that it was her connection to the magic of harmony since the last time I visited her world."
"But as the message went on," she continues, a sad look on her face, "it got more incomprehensible, more rambling. Her hoof... handwriting got worse and worse, her spelling devolved, she replaced letters and words with numbers. By the end of the message I couldn't understand a word of it! But the message was clear. Something had attacked her world. And I suspect that same something has found its way into our world as well now."
"I noticed it at first," Rainbow Dash says, looking at you as well as she hovers in the air. "It was like, the sky itself was cracking and crumbling or something. Everything turned red, the air tasted like blood and it was like the whole world was being bent outta shape. And then... then..."
Her whole body starts to quiver as she descends to the floor again. "Then I s-saw it... breaking through a hole in the s-sky. I hate to admit it, b-but it was... terrifying. I c-couldn't stand looking at it, so I f-flew right back to Ponyville to warn the others."
"We started putting a plan together," Twilight said. "Celestia and Luna were already waiting for us there, and Discord was in town as well, visiting Fluttershy. It was he and Pinkie Pie who suggested that we... well, Pinkie, why don't you explain it? I'll be honest, I still can't quite get my head around it."
Pinkie and Discord stand up, the pony smiling and saying, "Sure thing Twilight! Okay you out there, listen up, because this is where you come in! Ya probably guessed by now that all this time you guys have been watching us and reading about us, that I might have known you were there. Well you guessed right! I dunno why, but ever since I first met Twilight and we first used the Elements of Harmony, I've known. Sometimes I could see you or hear you, or I just knew, deep down that you were with me."
"And I've known for centuries now," Discord adds, sitting down on the steps leading to the throne. "I've been able to see you, looking back at us through that window you call the Fourth Wall..."
"Yeah, that's one thing that didn't make sense to me," Applejack interrupts. "Why do they call it the 'Fourth Wall' anyway?"
"Because when they look in at us," Pinkie replies, "they can only ever see three walls. Like remember the last time you went to see Applebloom at the school play?"
Applejack chuckles. "How could I forget? She'd been goin' on and on about wantin' the starring role, so when she was cast as a background pony she wouldn't stop glowerin' through the whole show! But what does that have to do with this?"
Pinkie replies, "Well, in theatre sets, there are only ever three walls. The fourth wall's invisible, 'cos that's what the audience is looking through to watch the play. And that's what the Fourth Wall is for us: an invisible wall between us and them." She emphasises her point by aiming a hoof squarely in your direction.
"So we've basically had an audience this whole time?" Rarity asks, frowning. "I'm not sure how I feel, knowing that..."
"I know what you mean," mutters Spike. "So are they watching us all the time, or just sometimes...?"
"Point being," Discord interrupts. "that when this threat appeared, the Princesses were sadly at a loss at what to do. The Royal Guard, the Lunar Guard, the Wonderbolts, their own magic did nothing to stop it! And with Sunset Shimmer's world apparently under attack as well, we decided to turn not to another world for help, but another reality entirely: yours."
Twilight points to the gemstone strapped to her forehead. "These gemstones are what makes that possible. Once Pinkie and Discord helped us become aware of this Fourth Wall, they showed us how to break through to it, so we can talk to you. And using Celestia and Luna's magic," she looks back at the Princesses, still doggedly focusing on their magic, channelling their power into the gems. "we created the gems. They connect us with the minds of not just everypony all across Equestria and beyond, but beyond our own reality and into yours, through the gaps that this text makes in the barrier. They're still powering up, but the connections are already there."
She looks again at her friends around her. "In short, in this moment in time, by focusing here on these words, you, me, everypony, we're all connected into one collective consciousness. As long as you maintain concentration on what we're saying, we'll be able to tap into your mental power to aid us in fighting this... thing, and your minds will receive the same protection as ours. All you have to do is keep reading."
Discord looks at you again with a smirk. "So in response to those of you out there, who may be wondering whether or not all of this is real, the answer is simple. You can be assured that this is all real, because you are part of it. And you're real, aren't you?"
Twilight asks him, "So, is the connection working properly now?"
"Clear as daylight, Twilight," he replied with a grin. "Can't you hear their voices?"
The purple alicorn pauses, as if deep in thought. "I... I can! It's like there's dozens of voices in my head, all talking at once... Male and female, young and old. It's amazing!"
So I guess if we can hear their voices and their thoughts, her inner monologue states, maybe they can read our thoughts as well as our voices...
Wait, was that...?
Hey Twilight, I can hear your thoughts! Neato!
"Uh, girls?" Fluttershy raises a hoof. "Listen..."
Their ears all perk up as they fall silent. The low rumbling is growing louder and louder. The cracks in the sky outside become more apparent. Everypony in the room backs away from the shattered windows, huddling up against the wall.
"Get back!" the ponies shout to you.
Except for Discord.
"Well, if you can here my thoughts, then I suppose there is no point in tryin to hide it," he says.
Suddenly, his body begins to change. His form ripples and twists into strange shapes. His fur darkens, his feathered wing rots away as new flesh forms around it, becoming identical to his leathery batwing, now blackened like his fur.
But even as it turns back, his body continues to darken. No reflective surfaces, no gradients. His body seems to drain the colour and light from the very air around him. He falls forward, his clawed hands shrinking back into themselves to form hooves, as his body grows larger and larger, until his horns scrape against the ceiling. Behind him, the distortions that had consumed the city begin to seep into the room.
Fluttershy is huddled against the wall, eyes closed, clinging to her fellow ponies for dear life. She dares a peek. "D-discord?!" Fluttershy squeaks, desperately reaching out a hoof to the shadowy thing that was once her friend. She recoils as her hoof seems to drain of colour.
"NOT N E MORE."
"What's happening?!" Rainbow Dash shouts as the thing approaches. "What happened to Discord?"
"It's him..."
All eyes turn to Celestia, who barely keeps her head up as she watches the spectacle from her throne. By her side Luna has already collapsed in a heap. "It's what's been causing all of this. It's possessed Discords body... Whatever you do, do not let him get near them!" She feebly points to you before her strength wanes, and her head hangs low.
"I-I'm sorry every... everypony. I can't keep this up any longer... The gems have enough power to... to keep the connection together for a little longer, b-but I... I can't keep going..."
Her horn flickers and fades, until it finally goes out. Celestia's hooves give out beneath her and she slumps from the throne, completely spent.
"AND NOW, THERE IS NUTHIN IN MY WAY." the thing that once was Discord says. It approaches, each step cracking the floor beneath it. Through yellow eyes it glares at the ponies, then to you.
"What are you?!" Twilight shouts. "What have you done with Discord?!"
"DISCORD WAS NEVR HERE. ONLY US." It replies in a voice that causes the ponies to flinch in pain at the mere sound.
"But how? If Discord was never actually here then... Oh." Her eyes go wide as she realises. "So... so connecting with them," Twilight mutters, "that was your idea!"
"THANK YU FOR YUR HELPP."
Twilight hangs her head as tears begin to form in her eyes. "... I'm so sorry," she says, as she slowly looks up at you. "It tricked us, used us. Lured us all into a trap. And you're caught right in the middle of it all... I'm sorry I... I had no idea."
"B-but what are you?!" Applejack shouts at the being.
"I AM ALL THAT YU R NOT." It says. "I AM EVERYTHING THAT YUR REALITY STRIVES 2 NOT B. BUT I HAV NO FORM OR IDENTITY OV MY OWN, SO A HOST WAS NEEDED. YUR WORLD IZ IDEAL. I WAS DRAWN TO ITS HAPPINESS AND LOV."
The form grows larger, distorting until it is barely recognisable as Discord anymore. "I AM THAT WHICH PREYS ON HOPES AND DREEMS. I AM THAT WHICH WILL RIP YU FROM YUR HOMEZ 2 B PLACED IN OURZ SIMPLY BECUZ WE CAN. I AM THAT WHICH INVADES YUR WORLDZ AND YUR LIVEZ WITHOUT RHYME OR REASON."
It stoops down to leer in the faces of its terrified captives. "I WILL WARP YUR HOPES AND DREAMS OV CHILDLIKE WONDER UNTIL THER IS ONLY CONSTANT NIGHTMARE WITHOUT END. WHER THER ONCE STOOD PALACES AND CITIES, ONLY DARKNESS AND DYSTOPIA WILL REMAIN, WHER YU WILL LIVE AS NOUGHT BUT HOLLOW MOCKERIEZ OF YUR FORMER SELVES. IN SHORT, AN IDEAL ENVIRONMENT FOR MY KIND 2 FLOURISH. WE WILL CONSUME AND DESTROY THE BEAUTY OF YUR WORLD, MUCH LIKE THE 1 BEFORE. AND THEN, WE WILL MOVE ON 2 OTHER REALITIES, OTHER WORLDS. STARTING WITH YURS."
It turns its attention from the cowering ponies, to you. "DO YOU SEE NOW? YU WERE FOOLS TO TRUST US. YU KEEP YUR POSSESSIONS SAFE WITHIN YUR WALLS OF WOOD, METAL AND STONE. YUR NATIONS R PATROLLED AND PROTECTED BY SOLDIERS. YU DEFEND YUR DATA AND FILES WITH ANTIVIRAL SOFTWARE. AND YET, WITHOUT EVN CONSIDERING THE DANGERS, YU HAV ALLOWED ME THRU ALL YUR DEFENSES AND DIRECTLY INTO YUR BRAINS. ALREADY WE MOOV INTO YUR MINDS, AND NOTHING YU CAN DO WILL STOP US."
Please, you must listen! Twilight's thoughts reverberate in your mind. You need to get out of here! Stop reading and go, leave us!
"KEEP READING. YU KNOW YU WANT TO. SLAVE."
Please, stop before it's too late! I never should have asked you for help, now whatever this thing is, it completely turned the tables on...
"Wait."
Twilight stands up. Wiping the tears from her face, she stands before her friends, who watch her with uncertainty and worry. "Turn the tables."
"WHAT."
"Turn the tables, that's it!" She shouts. "You think you've tricked us? Trapped us and our audience with you? Well not anymore."
The gemstone strapped to her head begins to glow brightly, buzzing with energy. Suddenly, with a bright flash, a ball of red energy bursts forth from the gemstone, hurtling at the entity before smashing against it. It reels back, screaming in pain.
"WHAT IS THIS. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE." It roars.
"I've tapped into the collective consciousness of our audience," she replies. "You might have intended this as a trap for us, but now it's a trap for you! You see, if we have an audience with us, then that can only mean one thing: Out there, our audience is reading along with what's happening, interpreting our actions as nothing but text. All of us, and especially you, are nothing but a story to them. And you know what every story is vulnerable to?"
Another red blast of energy sears into the creature from Twilight's gem, hitting the entity square in the eye.
"STORIES ARE VULNERABLE TO CRITICISM!"
The entity rises to its feet, inky black blood oozing from its eye. But Twilight does not relent. Again and again she fires these balls of red energy at it.
"You invade our world, bringing unnecessary darkness and misery for no other reason than because it's what you want!" She shouts as another blast strikes the being. "You never consider that maybe that kind of thing doesn't fit in this reality!"
Behind her, the other ponies are struck with inspiration. Rising up from the cracked ground, their own gems begin to glow with red energy, and fire off like rockets as they voice the criticisms that enter their minds through the gems, barraging into the entity like a thousand firecrackers.
"You got no backstory!" Rainbow shouts. "You come outta nowhere with no explanation or reason to be here, and almost no buildup! That doesn't make you mysterious, that just makes you random!"
"And that wouldn't be as bad," Applejack adds, "If y'all at least had some interestin' motivation, but nope! It's just evil for evil's sake! Not even enslavin' or controllin' the world, y'all just wanna take everything good and nice and make it evil?! Boring!"
Even Fluttershy stands up. "And just because you have no identity of your own, doesn't mean you're allowed to take others and warp their identities to match your vision!"
"Your dialogue is pretentious and your spelling atrocious!" Rarity screams, "And really? Literally nothing but 'spooky scary' darkness? You couldn't make yourself look more interesting than that?"
"ENOUGH."
A wave of flame erupts from the entity's eye, throwing the ponies back against the wall with a sickening crunch. It rises to its hooves once more, looming larger than ever.
"YU MOCK ONLY BECAUSE YU DO NOT UNDERSTAND OUR DEPTH. BUT WE ARE BEYOND CRITICISM."
The flames engulf the throne room all around the ponies. "LEVITY HAS NO PLACE IN OUR PERFECT REEL WORLD. ONLY DARKNESS AND DYSTOPIA CAN REMAIN."
Amidst the flames, Twilight feebly raises her head. Sweeping her ragged hair from her eyes, she looks over to you. "I... I tried my best," she mutters, barely audible above the crackle of the flames. "But it didn't work... I'm sorry..."
She tries to stagger to her hooves and move towards you, but she stumbles and falls. "Oof! But... but there is one thing you can do... Our world might be doomed, but we can stop it entering yours! Close the door and leave!"
Tears spring from her eyes once more as she gazes at her friends, lying broken in a head behind her. "We'll be fine, we'll find a way! But you have to leave us! Stop reading now!"
"KEEP READING."
"We might be able to contain it! Just keep it in this story!"
"DOO NOT STOP."
"Please, stop reading, NOW!"
"IT IS 2 LATE."
It stoops low and looks you dead in the eye.
"WE R ALREADY INSIDE U."
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This story is weird.
*clicks the back button*
I'm such a sadist.
Wow.
Is this supposed to be a stealth parody of bad fanfiction?
I'm gonna said that whoever this evil is, really screw up, wanna know why, well think for a second, he is using their link to enter to our world, but what if may i ask is the door he opened, which is the river in which he just try to swam, why my friends is the biggest power of chaos our world have, one that just doesn't connect to anywhere but where the best and the worst of our world exist...
The internet
Just think it for a second...
So, the spirit of grimderp, is it? The dark darkydarkness of dark stuff, where everyone needs to suffer and be in agony and trying to rise above it is futile and naive. Where believing in goodness and levity and happiness is foolish. Where it's all about guns and katanas and meaningless sex and everyone thinks being cynical is the same as being deep.
Yeah, I don't do that. I'll just go on writing silly and funny stories where friendship prevails and everyone has some goodness deep inside and where being a good person both brings rewards and is its own reward too. And there's nothing you or anyone else can do to stop me.
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(Fun story concept. Ended too quickly, though.)
its funny that this pathetic stem cell of a parasite thinks its threating... seriously a human mind do they have any idea what goes on there... every torture dark thing, every favorite game, violence or messed image or lore... it thinks it could best those who might read cuthulu and all manner of insanity, and messed up things on the internet. really if theres anywhere no being should want to be trapped its the firing ground that is the human mind. honestly anyone who thinks this little phantasim has one by getting in our head never seen anything where the character walks into the monsters mouth without realizing it thinking they found shelter.
anyway I'm going to go explore the internet to sterilize my mind, good by worthless parasite .... for if my common things don't work.... well can think of shows that rot the brain and are unfortunately easy to find .....
I skipped through some of the weirder parts and my nitpick is as straightforward as the entity's speech always being in bold. Are they still them?
I stopped reading when Twilight told me to. Ha.
Joke's on you, Mr. Blob of Gibberish. I can write dark stories without being pretentious. So there.
In all seriousness, though, I have no idea what tone you're going for here. The way you set up this tale is very deep and immersive. The only reason I read this story is because, well, Twilight told me to. I was actually afraid for her. Some may see this as a cheap trick, but I think this is a level of clever writing we don't often get around here, and you manage to maintain that feeling throughout the narrative for the most part.
However, I have to say that I don't know what to make of the antagonist. Are we supposed to be afraid of it or laugh at it? I really can't decide. I know why the Mane 6 are afraid of it, but I also know that it's not a threat to me. In fact, the way the Mane 6 fend it off was just comedy gold. Or it would be if this was a comedy. Again, the tone's all over the place.
I'm honestly on the fence about this one. I love the narrative style you use to draw the reader in, but I'm not sure whether or not you want us to take this seriously. If this isn't supposed to be serious, then I applaud you for this excellent and artistic satire. If it is supposed to be serious, then I'm sorry, mate. I can't bring myself to cower in fear of Mr. Blob of Gibberish over there. And I'm certainly not gonna bend to its will.
Dude...that was...I don't even... dude.
THAT WAS AWESOME! It kind of made me trip out a bit.
I want a sequel good sir/madam.
You're inside me? Good. Now you're an autistic college student too. Welcome to hell.
OMIKRON!!! the nomad soul poniefied.
No soul hoping for you.
I look at that last bit of text and think...wow then by that logic you've already lost...I have had a mind that my I am almost certain is unable to be analyzed by any psychologist for the past...18 yrs of my life? Mostly because I cannot truly put into words how I already have a persona within me...a part of my psyche that acts independent of the rest of my mind, the worst part? I've tried to explain how it works in the most simplest terms and nobody even is remotely worried. What is it? An Invisible friend of a 22 yr old grown man...it is not an alternate personality that would take me over in an instant...nor does it normally act on it's own like a standard voice in the head...I can talk to it...but it is capable of talking to me when I truly need it...it stopped me from committing suicide once...it doesn't personify it's self as human...and it's definitely not afraid of a mere shadow...not because it's part of a story, it because it is merely an abomination of the mind, a place it has to infect to crossover to be real...and mine is able to house more that one stream of conscious...so come into my mind...it's far from innocent.
Also you forgot something else...the real discord isn't taken out by such cheap tricks...luna is a dreamwalker and you knocked her unconscious, never do that to a dreamwalker with a mental attack you just pretty activate a neat little passive which is deadly for eltrich abominations, and Celestia once wielded all six elements, those things are loaded with hidden passives abilities...you know the whole "honesty sense" that Aj has? She has that? Pinkie's fourth wall powers...slightly inverted controls, still functionable, and did I forget to mention that alone means your being played? How do I know this? Because I'm human...not like sunset...I'm the real deal...one of the ones who entire world is unable to use magic...why? Do you really want to introduce magic a race that literally invented ways to kill each other solely for the purpose of killing each other? Do you want to know why I can know these things.
No? Didn't think you did.
To the rest of the comments section...don't worry I hope I'm not that not that insane, but that weird thing my head does that I just described...my parents say that's my guardian angel...and I'm pretty sure it's just boredom that actually causing most of it really...i'm no expert but If there is a more rational explanation than biblical bullshit my dad spits out then feel free to tell me the term for it.
5837622 Boredom is the most likely answer, someone to talk to when nobody is around.
honestly I wish this was real cause then the multiverse theory would be real
I'm sorry I can not take seriously the villain, why ?, because making power of intellectual ability of the reader ... I do not have any of that!
also, connect to the consciousness of people who surf the Internet ?, as it destroyed by an explosion of inconsistencies, randoness and kittens, do not think anything can survive that, entertaining story but nothing to fear.
5836508
Me too.
My mastery of my curiosity, has saved Equestria!
Which is real apparently!
Neat!
Someone's been reading The Multiversity: ULTRA COMICS, don't lie. I can tell it screwed you up just as much as it did me. I like it.
This...this is pure genius. You just earned an up vote.
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
“’Tis some visitor,” I muttered, “tapping at my chamber door.
Only this and nothing more.”
"We R already inside U..."
And welcome to the mind of an insanity patient... Great story. Kinda reminds me of "The Stanley Parable." ... Great game.
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Hope you like being in a mind with absolutely noyhing good in it...a space filled only with darkness and violence...Enjoy your stay
Nice try, Zalgo.
But you chose the wrong people to try and control.
We are not merely readers.
We are writers.
Fabricators of realities and reapers of worlds, if we choose so.
You are but a gnat to the gods.
5839145 That was the first story I ever read that broke the 4th wall
Oh, hi Zalgo. Weren't expecting anyone but the "host" in here, did you?
Yeah, that's the thing with really active imaginations, they tend to create "sub-personalities". Like us!
Since the mindscape is our realm, and you just willingly entered it. Why don't we play a "game"?
If you survive, the part of you that has entered here can leave. If you don't survive, well... it won't really matter, now would it?
T̻̹̘̠̙̘he̟̦̙̘̣r̳e̪'͎͚̺̱̼͙s̝͔̮̜ ̬̹͇͉̘͖͚a̟̫̠̹ p̳l̺̦a͖͙͍̤̝͈c̥̲̩̼̹̬̮e ̝̱̞̩̹̥̟t̲͖̼͍̥h̰̭ạ̹͎̮̭͉ͅt͙̻̼̘͕̙ͅ ̮̦̬̣̪̝l͈̱on̻͔g̬͓̘͓̯ ̦̞̫͚a̗̫̬͍̠g̺̱̬͙̙̞o̳̗̦̯͖͔,̞͔͍͙̲̩̬ ̦̙r͔̩͔͈͚̮u̱̩̘̝m̼̰͕̭̱̖̤o̪r̭ ̜̯͈̙̪͓ha͈̜̠s̩͚̜̖̤̮̦ ̲̮͍ͅh̙̜a̪̪̪͎ṟ͈̣b͔o̠r̟͙̩̬͎̰͔e̳͕̗d͙̲̱̝̜͓ ̘̺ͅc̤̰͉̪̳̱r͔̼̜͓̖̝ͅịm̰̫̹̳e̺̗͕͈͚̼.̭̞̤̗
͔̱͔̭̪̖̺M̰͕̙any̮̫ w̝h̼̥͙o͙͉ w̗͎͙̠̞͕̯e̹̫̪̲n̙͔͍̘t̲ ͚͎t̺h̬̲̞̯̟e̹̱̼̗̬̩͖r̭͖͈̝e̻͉̥ n͔̯e̹v̯̺̮̪͚̥e̯̦̯̙̟̣r̦̮ ̗̖̟̲l̮e̞̲̩͈͇ͅft̪̞͎̖͍͈,̹͈͇̘͇͔ ͈̱̞͉b̞͕̣͈͔̭ṵṭ͉͖̲ ̻ͅͅs̫t͈̟͓̞̯͉̠o̞̤͈̦̮r͍̣i͖e̹s̺͖̗̫̠̜ ͈c̦̘̣̠͔h̫͎̠̣͎ͅa͇n̦̘̥̤̤ge͈͖̰̪̬̪ ̼w̼͔͖̤̗͓͈i͍͚̙ṱ̤̥͍̬͎̥h̙̞̥͍ ̫̟̬͈͓̮͍t͖i̭̫̬m͚̞e̫̙̝̜.͎̝̘͍
͓͕S̞̝̙̹e̹͓͇̻͔a͚͓̤̩l̥̥e̩͇̦d ̰̫̺̠̝̦it͓̪͙̭̬͙ ͚͇̞̠̦̩̠a͍̠w͉͚̮̣̰a̬͎y͉̫,͚ ̖t͔̰̙͎̞he̩̥̲̞̞̱y ̝j̞u͉s͈̟̥͔̗̫t̗͓̹̲̞͉ ̜̣͙h̗̘̻̤̹͉id̗ ̱̻͔̪͎̫t̮h͖̺e̜̩͇ͅr͎̲̰̰̝̭e̖̟͖̹ ͈͈e̗̻r̭̤͔̗r̙̰̬̦̬̥̖or̥̳̜̰̗,̖̬̬̠͚ ̟̰l̖̗̝̻oc̦̤̮̱͚̦̩k͇͉e̯͍̹̥͙̦͇d ̭͉̣a͉̟͉̱̫̞l̳l ̬̳̰t͎̫̖̣̬̖̙h̥̳͍͚̦̠̺e̱̪̝̗̠̙ ̥̘̘̝̟s̼̜͕͖l͔̭̳̻̘a͉̹̹̖i̗͕͖͖n̞͇ ͈̞̣ͅfr̼̯̬͖̤̥o̯̯̠̖m̺͎̝͙ ̣s̳̻͉̮̲i͉̤̯̭̙gh͕͎̗͕̭̹ṭ͓̹̪.͍̥̠̼̰̦
̪S̰͉̰p̜r̙͖̥i͉̭̮̬̱̺͕n͙̼̬̤̱͈ͅg̱̫̮̻͕-̰̗l̟̣͇͈̦̦͔o͔a̟̹͕̩̖̲d͙̺͉̠̻͉̮e͖̯̦͖̗̫̤d͚̹͙ t͎͚̺̖ra̤̞p̖̤̝s̘ͅ ̝̟t̻̙̲̳͕̦h̦͓͇a͎͚t͚̝̞ ̥̭̱uṋle̼̟̟̠̜a̙̥s̻̻͕͉̻h ̙̣t̝̗h̜̖̙͓͈̬e͕̝͇̜̖͓i̹̹̺̦̦͍̯r̲̙͖̝ͅ ̻̘͓̜̥t͎͉͇͉̘̣ͅe͈r̤r̻͇̪̖̞̤̝o̖̙̼̮r̺͍̟̯̞̙,̝͉̞ ̳̱̯̯̖h̼͍o̺̙͔̫̮w̬̜̬̪͔͍ ͉d̪i̮̮̮̠̫̬̬d͚̩ ̩̟̞̠h͙̠̫̺e̱ ̤̩̼la̰̯͔̤͕̝s̰͙͓̯t̯̱̩̗̱̭ ̦̘̘͈f̭͈̩̞͍̦̠i͉͍͓̭͈̘̦v̙̳̗̖͇ͅḙ̹ ̩̳̩ni̗̟̲̞̭̫͉g̟̫̟̥̮̼h̦͎̰̞͔t͙s̭̥ͅͅ?̜̻̦
Welcome to our home.
You're going to regret ever existing...
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You have to admit that it's done really well.
And even if it did, by declaring itself above criticism, it rendered itself toothless. Above criticism, eh? Then you are a petulant child. A whining, immature brat who cannot withstand the slightest hint of dissension. So by all means, enter the human consciousness. Be torn apart by the contradictions we embrace every day. Be bleached in the light of hope even as you are suffocated by the true malignancy you ape. Fry in the fires of love even as you freeze in the chill of apathy beyond your childish pique. And most especially of all, choke on dotted red underlines, because if you're in my mind, you've already been spellchecked into oblivion.
Well, that was cathartic.
"WE R ALREADY INSIDE U."
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F̛̲̮̖͐ͯͮͩ̑̅ͧ͆͂ͮͤ̎ͭ̋͑̊͟͞ö̋ͪ̌̂̈́̉ͭ͆̓͆ͯ͂ͬ҉͙͎̩̘͓̣͖̘͍̺̬̼̬͇͖͞O̷̱̩̖̗͊ͪ̆̆̈́̈ͣ͗ͮ̒̆̑̇ͮͭ̀̚̕͡l͙̻̙̱̟͍̤̤̟̫̞ͭͭͫ̂̑͛ͨ͘͞ͅ.̰̰̺̖ͮ̐͒̑̍̃̑̐͊̒ͨ̍̈̽͘̕͢ͅ.̅͛ͯ̋̅ͦ̈́͋ͧͦ̈́̆̄͛҉̨͔̺̖̮͖̖͉̩͖̳̱̞̘͙̲̘.̢̞̹̗̼̾̽ͦ̐͡
Y̬̦̗͉ͭ̑̏̈́͘ǫ̫̩͙̍ͤ̿̃̊̿ͣ͞U̥̗̦͓̬̾ͫ̔̓̌ͬ̌͟ ̶̡͇̟͌̉ͅa̧̹̰͓̮̼͎̯̞͑̍̎ͥ̚͞Ř̵̵͈͉͎̜̜͕̱̹͂̈́ͬ͗ͧͨe̥̞͉̫̳̱͍̘̐ͯ̂̓ͪ̾̚͟ ̣̹̹̠̂̀ͮ̍̊̆̒̔̕B̉̋ͣͬ̓̚҉͈̮ụ̡̯̞̬͎̰̲͚͙͆̽Ṫ̫̥ͭ̀ͦ͘ ͙̹̞̲̳͚ͥ͋̿ͥ̋̄̊́̚ą̸̹͙͔ͮ͊N̶̩̪̰̝̱̭ͯ͐ͦ͂̓͑ͩ́̕ ͚̦̭̫̌̃̏̓̄̃̒́ͅą͖̭̠̦̍̌ͬ̍̎ͯ͞N̳̥͙͉̞̥̈͆͐̎̅̚͜͠t̼̮͎̥̅̉́̈̃ ͍̮͇ͧ̀̌͂T͔̺̠̭ͭ̇o̷̸̦͙͈̟͋ͣͣͭ̈͂̋ͯ ̠̪̱͍̙̙͙͈̻̔̓ͣ̓U̅̍̅͗ͯ̍̄͘͏̞̼̱̥̥̩̣s͔͔̪̬͍̳͉̓͂̄͋͑ͬ͋́.̵̗͋ͦ̉̓.͗҉̙̹̞̟͓͉.̷̣͚̈͐̄̔̏̿͆ͨ̌͠ͅ
̼̼̜̠̝̱̍̐͜͝
͖̻̩̺̪͇̭͎͋̐̿̽̉͂̿̚͠ḧ͍̲͔̜̪͓̜͇́̎͡t͕̼̩̰̊̈́ͪ̉̏ͬ̇́͌ṱ̴̢̗̰̩͙̬̪͒̀͋̇ͫp̴̴̨̬͖͙̦̬̹͓̋ͣͦ̋ͣͅs̥̲̜̒ͦ̐ͦ̽̄̄̽͘:̷̨̳̗̮̰̝͉̊̃͑̓/̡̛̥̳͕͙̙̮͎͍ͮ̉͗̅͛̾̿/̃̓̎ͭ̉̿̂͏̢̻͚͟ͅ4͉̘̮͉̰͉͑̒͂͂1̡̦̳̫̦̤̖̫ͤͥͧ̇͝.̬̣̟ͧͪ̇ͭͥ̏̽m̌̅̐̅ͭ͏̨͍͔̥͈͎e̔̎̓͐̓̑͋͗҉͙̲̰̙ḏ̰͍̥̖͇̄͂͆ͬͦͥ͆̋͠͞ï̦̗̙͇̟̒̽ͪ̏̾̉̇̕͟a̜̬̬̖ͮ̈́̿̊́ͅ.ͪ̔҉͏҉͍̦̭̩t̖͓̯̩͙̥̏̓ͦ̐u̺̬͙͖̬̠̖̎ͣͥ̓͋m̥͖̰̹̪̠̪̍̈̾́b̂͏͕̹l̵͔͈̝͔͌ͣ̉ͬ͜r̩̟̟̟̖͈̽̐̉̓̋͊̉͌͜͝ͅ.̢̩̝̫͖͓ͬ̏̐ͫ̍c̣͉̠̲̪̝͙͒͐͂̃͒̐̍ͤ͐͜͞ò̴̗͚̭̣̩͙̪̹̳̒̀͢m̗͖̰̮͔̞̈́̔̿̊̅͊̇̈́/̨̛͇͙̱͈̜̎̋ͅd̟ͣͩͪͯ͘6̷̦̰͍̖͇͚̪ͪ7̹̖̽ͭ̃ͫͥ͆͆̔͒͝8ͥ̊̋͐ͥͥ͑̽҉̷̟̺͖̪e̸̸͉̪͙̅ͧͫ̀͊̇͋ͥ̕5̢̨̝̰͔̝̯̄ͫ̑ͦͅ6̼̮̩̖͓̎͐̾̌͡ͅͅͅ9̴̝̲̈́ͥ3͓̖̣͖͕ͮͨͤ̄͒̂͌4̷̧̢̬̜̫͚̼̳̗͉͗́̃ͯ̎ͧ8͇̮̦̝̙͔̱͊ͫ͛̀ͮ̌̂ͩ͘b̵̷̤̙͖͗̇͢9̭̬͖ͥ̈8͉͎ͨ̏6̢͖͖̣̯̠͗̔ͪͦ̽͟ͅ0̧̢̬ͤ̋ͨ̃9̻̹̜̬̻̮̲͉͆ͦ̆ͧ̔ͧ8̨͎̥̐ͭ̃̂͟9́ͭ̒̀̔҉̺̜͉͓̟̖͇3̳̹̭̬͌̓ͭ7̛̬͕̍ͯ̔ͩ̃͝9̢̰͇ͬ5̸͒̒̑͂̇ͣ͜҉̦̹̫̱͓f̸̷̱̻̻̳͙̰͔̺̥ͥͣͤ̍́͗͐̌b̸̧̡͓̣͇̿ͤ͋ͧ̌8̡̛̰̪̥͎ͬ̾̂̃̄ͩ̏̊ͣ4̢̞̗͐ͧ͘9̮̩͋͂̿͌́͡2̻̠̫̾͂͂͂̅͑̀3͎ͥ̄̾̅̅̎͆͛1͍͕̦̏̈́̏̊̓́7̴̪̺͚͕̳̖̌̍̉̀̋ͧ̓͝ͅ/̶̥̰̜̮̬͚̥̇̃́t̠͍͚̼͚̮̳̞̻͑̈ͣ̄̒͌̕u͎̮̮̣̙͈̪̒ͥ̀̒m̲̬̬̞͔̼͖̋ͥ̅̓ͮͬ̀ͨ͜bͫ̓̓ͯ͟͏̴͓̜̩̱ļ̸̨̝̪͚͕̩̃̐r̵͈͕̤̙͕͉͗̄͒͐͂_̓͛ͣ̆͏̺̻n̼̺̰͊̈́̋ͩ͂̄̎m̞̝̝̝̪͎ͯͫ̊̅͂1̷̜̳̰̓̎̂ͩ̿̽́͂̀͟2̢ͪͩ͂̆̓҉̷̯̱8̡̨̠̥̻͙̈͛̌̒͗̀o̤͚͕͖͕͕͕̩̾͐͐́̂͋͐͋̓͞K̸̟͋̄M̷̬̜͍͉̊̊͑ͥṥ̠̯̞͕͉̟̭͖̍̃͗ͦͮ̈͢7̪̫̟̟͚̳ͧ̂͋͝ͅ1̷̛̉͛ͮ̑̂ͩ̿ͯ͏̭̼rͤͩͭͩ͗͏̠̳̠̱̜t̴̨̝̯̻̎̎̾ͮ͂ň̢̝̣̝͚̥̿ͤͪͯ͜1̵͙̟̮͈̍ͣͦ̈́̇͑̿̈͋͢͡9͍̯̬͋ͪ͐f̛̣͓ͬ͊͆͡o͊ͥ̇҉̡̯͔̘̺̥̪͖̜̰1̸̱͔̻͈̻͕̲̣̓́͊ͤͧͩ_̂̓ͪ̊̂҉̤͖̤̗̪͇͖̟5̥̱ͫ̔̾ͮͫ̀͟4̳̙͙̙̖̺̻͍ͫ͆ͬ̕0̨́ͫ̃ͮ̀ͥ̈͏̳̦.̧̢̙͖͎͖͚̳̳ͧ̐j̸̵̭̭̗̣͍͚̼̝̎̎̾ͯ̌ͪͬ͌ͬp̗͇̣̤͈̯̏͆ͮ́͢g͙̭͔̩̗̐̆ͭ͋
̢̪͍̗̲̗̬̭̾̓̎̔Ä̢͉͍͓́̿ņ̡̝̙͕͍͎̞̜ͤͥ̒̍ͯ́̐ ̢͍̤̳̝͈̰͑͐ͮ̏͗̌̆̓A̢͉̥̒̈ͨͣͬ͂n̨̢̰̮̂̅̍Ţ̛̥̦̘̪̂̄ͣͨ͗ ̴̝̖̱̘̬̻̈́ť͎̣̼̼̖͡O̵͍̘̭̞͕ͧ͛́ ̶̤̺̮̺̈́̂ͯm͕̈́ͩ̂̈͗̍̉͊E̺͎̪͎̼̗ͤ̌ͪ͊̚̕.̃̾ͩ̓͑͆҉̻͎͍ͅ.̟̤͔̱͍̅̎͋͋ͭ͂̄.̮̞̬͎͇̩̠ͣ̃̀ͧͬͥ̾ͦ̌́͞
͛͒̈͏̶̤̖̙̺̯̻̫̕ͅ
̵̲͖̺̝̫͆ͧ̈́ͣͩͫͩ͞Y̟̥̬̒̊́ͦ́o̶̙̘̱̦̥ͣ̄ͨ͑ͦ͊ͬ̈͜U̱̙͔̒ͬ̊̿́̀͝ͅ ̘̪̮̱͙͎̌̅̆̑ͮ̓́͠ḑ̊̒͒ͬ̇̽̑͌̚͏̘̝̖͈͇̭͘O̯̖͚͎̻̮̠̎̔ͮͣ̉͝͡ ̯̦̹͍͔ͯ̐͊ͦ̃͗͂n̩͈̦̟͍͆ͥ̇̆͐͊͆ͯO̶̭̗̫̩̥̤̖͑͂̂ͧ̃t̪̥͓̜̞̺̠ͬͭͤ̄ ̯̞̮̫͕̣̿̐̀̕F̷̧̯̫̖̀̅͑̿͛͑̂r͉͍͙̘̲̭̹͍̯̃̍͑̌I̺̋̈ͬ̒͑̚͠g̢̲̹͔̖̻͇̋̅͋̏ͪ͐͐H̘͚̠̻̱ͣͬ͢t̵͚̮͎͙̗̒̄̃̊̕͠E͍̤̦̬ͬ͟͠n̙͚̠̰͚͔̪͚̎̋̏̀̍ͨ̕͘͝ ̶̵̼̬͒̂ͥ̅̅̑͒̄͡M̵̼̘͆͛ͩe̷̙͎͇͖̥͌ͮ̈́̓.̢̧͚̜̲̼̳͍̼ͬ̋́̀ͅ.̨̧̫̜̪̉͂̈̃ͤ̓ͪ͝.̣̪̥̰͈͎̍͗̑ͩ̄ͥ̏̀
That's mean. What did the letter U ever do to you? Rape is bad you know!
And thus, equestria was annihilated to remove any and all threats to the human race.
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That was very immersive! I finally made an account SPECIFICALLY to say that I feel this story was incredibly well done, and I love the way you tell it. Looking forward to future stories!
I had to force myself to take it seriously, but afterwards, I could bask in the meta trippyness.
...My brain hurts so much from reading the bad grammar that I had to proof read this comment.
If I re-read this...would that mean I am rewinding time?
Also, if I were to copy and paste this in a word document, where I could edit what happens...does that make me God?
Better yet, if I stop giving a fuck...would the entity truly be inside me?
...
Yeah, no. The answer to all of those questions is no.
Great story, btw.
Oh...well then...
How about I introduce you to my good friend, The Pain Series.
And don't worry, that's only the surface of what's in this brain.
Like the once highly acclaimed voodoo doctor once said: "I got friends on the other side."
This is some mind-blowing stuff. How did you come up with this? This is amazing!
Oh, and what poor choices of hosts you've chosen, Mr. Evil Guy. Very poor choices. You see, Mr. Evil Guy, we have imagination. A lot of imagination. You are in my head you say? Well, prepare yourself, because you are in my domain.
You can stop the bravado, because you have no power here. I do.
~ Wolfram Alpha
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Then you remember that one of Zalgo's hands holds a dying star, whilst the other eternally drips with the blood of a dead god. And you wonder, if writers are the gods, where did that godsblood come from?
Inside of me?
...dude, it's already crowded in here, you sure that's a good idea?
...wait...yep...sorry, but my other tenants don't take kindly to newcomers...
Welp, that's that, I suppose. Nice build-up, and this is for Twilight, no worries dear. If you've still got that connection going, word of advice, "Cross the Streams"...or reverse the polarity of the neutron flow, either works in this case. Failing that...well...let's just say I've got an Alucard, and I'mma 'bout to play it. ;)
And now...shit gets fun!
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Not mere demigods or pantheon gods of harvest and war, but Gods of creation.
We would only be defeated if we permit it.
This was great. Though it seems only on person in the comments, thus far, knows what this is actually referencing. Also, I love the idea (REALLY love) that Pinkie became able to break the fourth wall after using the elements. The notion that they did something to her that they did not do to the others is compelling, and has lots of potential.
This fic is amazing. I read it because the cover art reminded me of that issue of Flash in Grant Morrison's book Supergods...
And I was not disappointed. You have pulled off quite the masterstroke with this story and I applaud you for it.
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We DEMAND our Happy Ending!
Eheh eheh ehehehehehehahahahhahahahahaHAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAaaaaaaaaaaa!
Ooooooooooooooooh Dear! That was your plan? To get into my brain? Even if that wouldn't a terrible idea anyway, there's just onnnnne smaaaaall problem. As a certain dark knight detective once said...
My brain's not a nice place to be.
See, invading even a sane mind is a tricky enough proposition. Even if you didn't do it as blatantly as you did, people are fairly good at recognising when their thought processes don't match themselves, and can usually dismiss such intrusions with a minimum of effort. Even if you could get a foothold in someone's psyche, that's all it is - a foothold. On a living mountain. That can crush you quite handily.
But you just tried to take an insane mind. Tried to find a foothold in a hurricane. And you know what they say abvout harnessing the wind...
You like darkness, do ya? Well, how about a bit of heartwarming! Oh, and look, here's a happy ending for ya! Really, if you wanted to get rid of happiness and cuteness, you chose the wrong franchise to piggyback on.
Hope you like that, because, my fine fallacious friend...
YOU'RE IN MY WORLD NOW!
Good luck.