• Published 10th Jan 2016
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We Are Not Monsters - Shocks



Chrysalis laments on what it means to be a changeling.

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Alternate Ending(?)

Author's Note:

This was a bit of a last minute addition, just a little something extra for those wanting more.

Honestly, if you really liked the first part, I'd just recommend leaving it as is, as this may ruin some of the immersion? I guess? Of the story.

“Why…why are you telling me this?” the voice was clearly uncertain, and she assumed they were undoubtedly nervous.

She raised her head from its slumped position, her vision partly blurred from her unkempt mane falling before it.

The voice came from the only slit in the steel door that was the gateway to her cell, the pony standing somewhere outside it asking the still unanswered question.

She didn’t answer immediately.

Her eyes trailed upward, her head leaning back and causing a slack in her chains, the metal links rattling against one another, their echo rising toward the only source of light her prison offered.

A small pinprick high above her, the distance immeasurable to her chained self, was the only glimpse she had of sunlight, the light source quite notable in her confined chute of a cell.

Chrysalis blinked under its rather minuscule glare, finding its strength more powerful than she anticipated.

She remained like that for a few minutes, perhaps longer.

A small trail of water eased its way down her cheek, finally dropping onto the unforgiving earthen floor without notice.

Strange.

She didn’t think the rain made it down here.

Comments ( 16 )

Nice work I like it

Who is Chrysalis talking to?

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Adolescent minds? In children?

Yes, perhaps that could have been worded significantly better.

6822611 JUST WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK I AM?!?

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I realize that it's supposed to give the impression of emotional, intense monologuing, but to me, the only thing that comes out the other end is purple prose. That description about the changeling hatching process was lovely, though.

I do that quite a lot. Prose is something I seemingly can't get enough of.

Also, funny enough, the changeling hatching part was written eight hours before the rest, so that lapse in time may have affected my train of thought coming back to it.

6822252 To anyone who will listen.

Cryptic Shocks is cryptic.

Okay, this was great! My only qualm is that it would have been better if the lament was directed as a message to someone, and if that situation was more clear to the reader. Possibly Chrysalis is in a dungeon when Twilight comes to visit and she says this? That would also tie in to the cover art...

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In all honesty, I think I would've enjoyed it more if the rest of the story had followed that format. There's nothing wrong with what it says, content-wise, but I'm not really one for that whole stream-of-consciousness thing.

Awwww, 30-0 flawless ruined.

#c-c-combobreaker:raritydespair:

6823293 Thanks.

6823215 I'd advise to dig around some more, there are others far better than mine.

6826178 When can we expect the results, if you don't mind me asking?

I have to say I'm a fan of emotional monologues, and this really tickled my reading sweet spot.

The idea of changelings and how they function, how they exist and thrive has always been a juicy topic to dive into. With the fact that they survive by feeding on love, you'd think that would slide them towards a hero species paradigm; they'd put their talents to use by helping ponies (or other species for that matter) in order to win their affections. Yet in the show canon they were introduced as villains, complete with the signature 'evil plot to take over the world'.

Now I will admit that I love me some classic 'evil, because evil' villains. But I also enjoy stories like this one, stories that show the possible other side to those villains and why instead of evil, they're simply... different.
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Also, I know everyone's already saying it, but... Gurren Lagenn reference!

6829964 I'm glad it peaked your interest.

There's a feeling.

It is hard to describe at times. It is happy, and it is sad, and sometimes, it can be nostalgic.
It needs a name. A name...

I think I will call it pity.

6843823 Good. Good. Let the pity flow through you.

Interesting...

A small trail of water eased its way down her cheek, finally dropping onto the unforgiving earthen floor without notice.

Strange.

She didn’t think the rain made it down here.

And yet, even at her lowest point, her pride still burns strong. Well played.

Strange.

She didn’t think the rain made it down here.

I'm dead.

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