Indians and Pink Slime
‘What is this?’
Chrysalis struggled to think. The endless whiteness around her addled her mind.
Was this what death felt like? She imagined there would be a lot more burning and screaming, not feelings of fullness and peace like the ones she felt now. Such pleasantries were reserved for good little ponies that did what they were told, not conquerors who would go through hell and back for their changelings.
Resting on soft, wet grass was another thing that didn’t come naturally to hive-queens destined to rest in Tartarus. In fact, she was beginning to think that she wasn’t dead at all. But being blasted from Canterlot should’ve killed any changeling, royal or no.
Yet...
As reality faded back in around her, she felt something: a cold, wet, and sweet smelling liquid rested in a pool under her chin. While normally she’d jump at such delicious smelling food, for some reason she wasn’t hungry right now.
And the slimy and sticky feeling was disgusting.
Chrysalis lifted her head as she stood up. With a quick look around, she found herself in a forest. By the plants she could identify, it should've been near the equator, but the cold summer air told her it was a northern forest. Strange.
With another look back down, she saw what she had been resting in: a strange pink slime, with hearts of love drifting off. Any changeling would’ve killed for that pure love, but for some reason, she wasn’t hungry at all…
The queen burped, feeling something come back up. It tasted almost too sweet. But why…?
Her recent memories flashed in her mind.
Cadence's wedding! She thought she had failed! She thought she had lost the most recent chance of completing her hive! Yet she was more full than when she had been draining Cadence's consort! But how could—!? The Shield! That’s right, Mrs. Damsel in Distress' and Mr. Changeling Food's shield had been conjured by love and had been reinforced by the love of all the ponies in Canterlot! And changelings ate love!
…
Chrysalis, the almighty queen of the changelings, gleefully giggled and pranced around with all the decorum of a little filly who had just discovered her cutie mark. Despite a rather embarrassing defeat, she won everything she could have imagined.
Every single day, for countless years, she’d been struggling to find enough love so that just one of her changelings would have the strength to truly think like she did; to look at the world with intelligent eyes instead of dull ones. The emotions and playful reactions they had were fun, sure, but it just couldn’t match the sort of connection two bugs could have if they understood each other. In short, Chrysalis was lonely. She also cared about the pride of her changelings, and without self-awareness, changelings couldn’t be very proud of themselves. There was that thing about the prophesied Great Awakening too, but Chrysalis only believed in making her own destiny.
The changelings would finally awaken, and it would be all thanks to her, not some ancient prophecy. They would develop personalities more complex than a dog’s and she’d finally have intelligent hive-mates to converse with. All she had to do now was wait and listen.
She could already feel her first minion waking up, a few miles away from her...
“Hello?” Chrysalis greeted over the hive-link, her excitement evident in her voice. She was like a foal on Hearth's Warming morning.
“Hello,” came the subdued answer from the other changeling. He spoke in a strange accent and with a small voice, as if he were sick. “I know I’ve been skipping work for the past few weeks, but I’m sure your bicycle or TV can wait until my stomach’s better.”
Chrysalis blinked. Bicycle? TV? What was he talking about? What did those words even mean? Whatever. She would address what made sense.
“Drone,” she said, though the deadpan gaze was lost through the link, “you’ve been working just as hard as everybug else, and your stomach is perfectly fine: it’s just full. I know it’s a new feeling, but you’re not sick.”
The other changeling paused before responding.
“Huh. You’re right,” he said in a stronger tone. ”Strange, I remember a lot of pain yesterday.”
“That would make sense,” Chrysalis replied, “Yesterday was a pretty great battle.”
“Battle?” replied the changeling, confusion evident in his tone. “It was no more a battle than any other day.”
That gave Chrysalis reason to pause. No changeling had awakened in eons, but she didn’t remember anything about forgetting her past. Did she remember enough of her past to remember that she hadn't forgotten though? She couldn’t be certain.
“Tell me,” Chrysalis spoke slowly, “what happened yesterday?”
The changeling paused, organizing his words for the reply.
“It was just like the last few days. The stomach illness was getting stronger, more painful, and I had to miss work for another day. No bicycle repairs, no TV repairs, and even though I think someone wanted me to repair their computer which would have been exciting, I could hardly move. I’m not sure if I could even think, things were so fuzzy.”
Chrysalis repeated her changeling’s words in her head. What he was saying was impossible if he was really the same changeling that followed her orders yesterday. Then again, she might’ve just wanted to believe this was a joke and that she hadn’t lost a changeling. Despite how animalistic they were, she had gained a certain fondness for them over the countless years.
“What’s a TV?” She asked, hoping the changeling would realize he was spouting nonsense words.
The confusion of the changeling was so strong that it flowed through the link and rebounded off Chrysalis. “You don’t know what a TV is?” The changeling asked, quickly building in excitement. “Oh, you poor, poor lady. It’s an amazing box that brings images from all over the world into your home! Want to know about that thing that happened in Chennai? Flip to channel eight! Want to watch one of those crazy American movies? Flip to channel twelve!”
The gleeful voice continued, “And how it goes about doing that is even more amazing. Electricity pulses through the cable in sequences that are decoded by the onboard microchips, depending on the selected channel, and then that gets sent to the vacuum tube area, and let me tell you about that tube...” he droned on.
Despite how full she was, a pit formed in Chrysalis’s gut. This definitely wasn’t the same changeling she was ordering around with the rest of the swarm yesterday. And something told her none of her other changelings would remember her either.
“Hey!” She cut off his inane babbling.
“Yes?” the changeling asked back.
“Who are you?” asked Chrysalis. She couldn’t tell if her voice was filled more with venom, hope, or curiosity.
“Oh,” began the changeling, “I’m Mitul Chiranjivi Sharma. Just Mitul’s fine.” There was a pause. “Why am I in a forest?”
Chrysalis ran the name through her head a few times.
‘Metal chiranjive shwarma,’ she tried.
‘Meetool Cheering-Jeevee Sh- shama,’ she tried again.
‘Mii-tool Cheerin’-jiving Shark-ma.’ Close enough.
“My Tool,” Chrysalis addressed the changeling—
“Mitul,” he corrected.
“Right, My Tool,” Chrysalis continued. “Look, you seem confused, so let’s just cut to the chase.”
“Oh!” My Tool interrupted again. “American phrases! And you have an American accent! Are you an American?”
“Shut. Up.” Chrysalis glared in the direction of My Tool’s presence, making it seem as if she were glaring at a nearby tree. “This is important.”
A couple more changelings popped up into the hive-link. But before Chrysalis could even get excited, the changelings panicked and broke the link. That was not good.
After a couple seconds, she cleared her throat, satisfied that she wouldn’t be interrupted again. “We were having a quite successful raid yesterday. We found plenty of food and everything was going splendidly. Unfortunately, at the last moment, Cadence and her love stallion activated some defense shield thing. I don’t even think they knew where it came from. But this shield, being powered by love, fed us almost as well as raiding Canterlot would’ve done. After talking to you though, I’m thinking it might have given some of us brain damage as well.”
“Hey!” protested My Tool.
“I’m serious,” Chrysalis continued. “Not remembering yesterday is not a good sign. Plus, a few more changelings woke up and they’re panicking now.”
“Changelings? Canterlot?” asked My Tool. “What are you talking about? Why am I a cockroach?”
If looks could kill, Chrysalis would now be looking at the most dead tree in the world. “Never call a changeling a cockroach.” Her chilling tone cut deeply through the hive-link. “You are a proud member of the changeling race, and I don’t know what happened to your head to make you forget that, but that’s not important right now. What is important, is that there are several changelings around us that are panicking and could get themselves into serious trouble if we don’t find them. I can’t be everywhere at once, so I need you to search around your area for changelings as well.”
She waited for confirmation, but nothing but confusion and hesitance came over the link. She grit her teeth and smacked her hoof against her face in frustration.
“Ugh!” screamed Chrysalis. “I’m sure you felt those changelings just as well as I did.” She started to speak as if she were talking to a child, “Turn to the nearest location that you felt, fly up over the forest, find them, and talk to them! Get them to calm down!”
My Tool huffed petulantly. “You don’t have to be so mean about it. And how do I fly?”
“Wha—?” How could he not know how to fly? What was this? No. There would be no more of this nonsense.
Chrysalis stomped her hoof. “I don’t have time for this! Changelings could die if I have to sit and tell you how to do every little thing!” She took off, blasting into the sky in search of the more awakened changelings. Hopefully the next one would be less of a tool than My Tool.
Dodging the trees as she flew was a great stress reliever, but soon Chrysalis had to slow down. She finally spotted the next changeling, and she was just in time too: it looked like the changeling’s panicking had attracted a nearby manticore.
Always ready to act the hero for her changelings, Chrysalis swooped down and grabbed the unfortunate changeling, giving it the privilege of seeing her wide, motherly smile… only to have it scream even louder and flail out of her grasp
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Personally I would have done a more subtle appearance of other intelligences:
Changelings appearing smarter, remembering what they did! Then making references to each other about things Chrysalis has no knowledge of. Performing their tasks in ways are are completely unexpected. Creating a recreation room with games that don't originate from anywhere in Equestria. Complaining about the lack of running water and TV, and eventually culminating when Chrysalis asks them to identify themselves, they don't identify as Changelings at all. But still having no self-reflection of what they are.
For now.
Your vision is more direct and sudden, I have high hopes it works out well. I can only imagine the parodies this will go through.
I'm reminded of MogWorld that had a necromancer raise an army of the dead, only to realize that they had free will, and he had to convince them to join him in raping and pillaging for various benefits and concessions, like holding traveling performers hostage to preform plays to keep them entertained when off duty.
If Chrysalis suddenly has to act like a leader who has to convince others to follow her...
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I love the idea, but I don't think I'm quite ready to do that gradually gaining intelligence thing justice. It's pretty hard to make reading about non-characters fun, and the changelings would be non-characters until they gained their sapience. In addition there'd also be the problem of deciding how fast the intelligence would show up and handling the gradual change.
I might try that idea out later, and I'd definitely be up for reading a story about it, but for now I'll try to keep things simple.
And now I have even more reading to catch up on.
Well, if I want this story to be good, then I gotta be dedicated. And nothing says dedication like studying everything that's even remotely related to your craft!
Interesting. We don't recall too many stories involving trans dimensional reincarnation.
Keep going! ;)
OH MY GOD! SHARMA FAMILY!?
I DIDN'T KNOW THEY FAMILY LIKE AMERICA SHOW?
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Huh. The name Sharma is well known enough that it's immediately recognizable? Wait a minute...
*does research*
Crap! That name could only have been given to the Brahmin, the highest caste in India!
Oh, wait, this guy also has the "Sharma" name, and he's a taxi driver.
So I don't have to retcon Mitul's history. Phew...
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Will do!
Right then. I'll bite.
Only issue I had was the "Shine Harder" bit. Considering how long she spent as the Cadence, she'd know his name very well.
~Skeeter The Lurker
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Well, that's a fair criticism. I was going for a joke, but I guess I should've made her "not remember" both of them in a way that made it look like it was out of spite, not forgetfulness.
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Yay! Someone likes my ideas!
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That makes much more sense. Still, the joke was sadly executed wrong.
I'd suggest editing that bit out or improve the joke if you can.
Other than that, the story so far is pretty amusing and promising.
~Skeeter The Lurker
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Aaand edited!
So did each changeling that awakened actually grab a soul that had recently died in the human world?
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6193678 Where are you live? it really rarely someone using family name like this.
I can't WAIT for more
Well makes sense this guy is Indian, cuz his name and the title I mean
Pretty cool to see a story for once that the former-humans don't shout out
"OMFG IM WAS HUMAN FIVE FINGERS AND MONKEY"
(though it does kind of make sense, but it gets old)
That is the most Foglio-esque art I've ever seen done with ponies. (I think it's Chrysalis' round eyes and stunned/beleaguered expression. Along with all the teeth.) Who drew that?
*finds Source button*
Interesting.
Well, not a bad start. I'll hold onto it for now and see where it goes.
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Well, telling would be spoiling things. :P
Plus, it's not the main plot point right now, and if I said anything now I'd have to stick to it, which could mean limiting some of the characters that get added in.
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I'm from the U.S.
Sorry, I did do research on the names I picked, and I noticed that middle names might've been somewhat rare, but I didn't notice anything about the Sharma name.
My random number generator did pick northern India though, and Sharma is a bit more popular there. (Those areas have a lot less poverty, but my RNG picked an amazingly low number for Mitul's wealth. It was somewhere around the bottom 1% of all income earners.)
I'll try to keep things realistic, but sometimes my research fails. Feel free to tell me anything you think I may need to know though. (Especially about the books there.)
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I plan on updating weekly.
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Yup. I felt like picking humans from more than just Europe and America.
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Thanks! Honestly though I haven't seen that many stories using that trope recently.
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Huh. I never paid that much attention to artists. Does he or she do art for Magic: The Gathering?
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Awesome! I'll try my best not to disappoint.
6196914 This is gonna be fun.
HAHAHA! Interesting turn of events! Cant wait for another chapter!
I thought this Was going to be one-shot or something
Well that's worrisome.
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Was that from an old blog?
I was dealing with depression a while back. That stuff really sucks.
Don't worry, though, I've already written the next chapter in my buffer (there are now four chapters no matter what) and I'm currently editing the second chapter so it fits with how the first chapter changed. I should be handing it over to my editors tomorrow.
(Also, how are you still sane after reading my old blogs?)
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Nope. I kept this idea for several weeks at least and haven't lost any love for it. Unless something crazy happens IRL, this is going to go on for a while.
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Thanks! I'll try my best not to disappoint!
6199329 Cantankerus is still sane due to one tiny Little itty bitty fact...
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Regardless of whether or not I or someone else likes it down the road, always remember that not everyone can be pleased, and you'll only drive yourself crazy trying. This is YOUR story, your world that you're creating. If YOU don't like it, then it's not a story worth continuing, and it will only feel awkward if you continue down the path you force it.
6196914 I see, thank for info. it just make me surprised.
So, human minds in Changeling bodies.
And the Changelings have a hive mind that is sort of like the internet...
Changeling 4Chan!
Well let enjoy this a lot shall we. Update soon!
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Ah. Makes sense. No wonder I feel so welcome here.
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True, but I like to think that if I like something, then others will as well. So I'm just gonna try and make it the best story I can in my mind, and hopefully that will mean other people will like it.
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Yeah. It surprised me a bit too honestly. getting numbers that low from the RNG is rare.
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Yeah, it's not gonna be 4chan so much as humans in general. I don't think I'll be showing anyone acting like people do on 4chan. (Then again, I don't really go on 4chan, so I don't know.)
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Don't worry. I'll be updating weekly, no matter how much anyone pleads, cries, chants, lights candles, or any other of those sorts of things. (Though, when I have the whole story finished, I'll start putting out chapters much more quickly. Maybe hourly or daily.)
Next post is scheduled for Friday, and I've already handed the chapter over to the editors.
6202185 You don't know what goes on 4chan really?!?! welp your truly blessed don't lose that little bit of innocence left then and stay away from it!!!
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Have you tried reading pony fanfiction?
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Oh, don't worry, I've been on 4chan before. I just haven't been on it in years.
I don't mind the disturbing images. The problem is that there are too few boards, so I can't find the stuff I'm interested in very quickly.
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absolutely smashing then! I suppose the whole story has been outlined then? This is one to look forward to.
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Well, the whole thing hasn't been outlined. I get bored if I know what's going to happen all the time. I do have a few ideas, and depending on how things go with the characters, the story could go in several different directions... and a good amount of the characters are decided by a random number generator.
In other words, I have no idea where this is heading! All I know is that wherever we're going, we're going there without brakes!
If she is powered up by love again, couldn´t she just fight that Manticor?, but i don´t mind, it is actually funny that probably every Changeling was replaced. Not sure what you are planning with this kind of fanfiction, and if it is going to be a big story or just a few chapters, but i like it.
edit: maybe she doesn´t want to waste the power, and it could have been just a fast decision.
Hmm... AN interesting premise... But too short for me to bother with at the moment. I'll come back later, when this is longer.
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Phil and Kaja Foglio illustrated several M:tG cards, but they are probably best-known for their webcomic (and previously print comic) Girl Genius.
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Brahmin?
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Well, this is certainly intriguing. I look forward to seeing what you do with this.
Hm... confused, but intrigued. Watching.
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6194303 I just imagine Chrysalis talking to a changeling that does nothing but yell the word YES!
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Well, she probably could, but who wouldn't want to swoop down and save a changeling, and then have it call you its hero while you hold it in your arms?
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Okay then. There should be about 2300 more words tomorrow. Will that be enough?
6207364
Ah, even more reading material for me.
So far I've read English history, read part of MogWorld, watched Jojo's bizarre adventure, read about the etiquette of various countries, and drew funny pictures. Looks like I'll have my work cut out for me with this fic.
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Oh I have great things in store for you guys. You will be witness to events both beautiful and terrible, and it may even change your life forever, probably.
Well, at least I hope it's gonna be good. Whatever happens, I know I'm going to enjoy it.
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Can I join?
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So like a changeling version of Bulk Biceps/Snowflake/Yeah Pony? That could be kind of funny for a one-shot.
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Sorry, I kind of want to stick to my Friday schedule. Besides, one of my editors had to edit another fic and says mine isn't quite ready yet.
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Don't sweat it. That kind of thing happens all the time. You just gotta reset the clock hand.
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Alright, this is gonna be awesome.
No idea why but this actually made me laugh. I'm weird.
I hate this word in any of the changeling stories it comes out, than it's reasonable.
THIS is buggy:
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This is bug:
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Why can't you make them talk like any other reasonable writer those? Change "buggy" to "ling" and it will be gold.
6216134 really? I love that word. Anyling just sounds stupid, and anybuggy sounds like a pun.
in light of this prologue, I've only one thing to say
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She was like a foal on Christmas morning.
She was like a foal on Hearth's Warming morning.
Well then this is shaping up to be a rather amusing story.
7460493 oh, you're here too.
This is gonna be great.
I see great amusement coming up.