After an attempt to restore some of the memories lost to the Memory Stone succeeds, Sunset finds herself caring for a horribly traumatized and emotionally unstable Wallflower Blush.
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I really like the memory stone lore, the idea that not all the memories went back when it broke and that they're still trapped in the shards. I also really like how you wrote Sunset and Wallflower, both on their own but really the way they interact. Sunset's the perfect foil for Wallflower since she's been there... that's something I love about MLP's truly redeemed villains. And your prose, as always, is terrific.
But dear god, I'm afraid of what's to come.
After hearing you talk about this for, wow, it's been months, I'm so glad to finally get to read it. And knowing what's coming next...
That's it, folks. Fanfic's over. All that needs to be said has now been said.
This is some sad and tragic stuff and I’m guessing it’s only going to get worse. Great start.
All right. I said I would read through this and here I am. Good start... but I know what's coming. Deep breaths... deep breaths...
Uh oh. Oh? Oh. Oh! Oh.
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Oh...
Have I mentioned that I like the way that you write? From the start, it's never too little, and never too much. This will be a good read, even if it's so heart-wrenchingly hard to do it.
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Oh hai. SCP-2718.
I typically experience the opposite of Wallflower. I tend to be chill in bed but *then* I have my existential panic attacks while showering.
Her life was like Reverse Memento featuring Christopher Nolan.
Wallflower attempting in futility to reconnect with her folks sounds like a fanfic all on its own.
The female protagonist starts out this fic by lying in bed and lovingly stroking a tiny pebble and somehow it's *not* containing the Porn tag?
When were peanut butter sandwiches served free? I think I went to school at the wrong time.
Because Sunset's worth it.
Wouldn't Sunny Bun have telepathically picked up something by this point? Just Saiyan.
"Morning Glories! Wow, these are scrumptious!" ~Horse girl woman pony
Sunset Shimmer is an agnostic: confirmed.
Snazzy that--for a slim moment--you made it look like the fic was going down the route of an adventurous fetch quest.
Watch it turn out that her parents are Scientologists. No, I know that's not where the fic's headed, but a lemur can dream.
If my suspicions were correct, then Wallflower memories was so fucked up that she choose to forget them.
Man, how upbeat Wallflower was when she was approached with friendliness really shows how starved she was for social interaction.. I am really intrested in these Wallflower series you've been doing, Scampy, even if some of the scenes was just too graphic. You're a really intricate writer, what you're doing is great.
This interpretation of Wallflower, in which she's irrevocably erased even her family's memories of her through overuse of the memory stone, is very dear to me. I can't see canon Wallflower without this lens.
It's too easy to have power fantasies about artifacts like the memory stone - one of the things makes this story (and your Wallflower in general) so affecting is the ease with which she makes that power self-destructive. That's the "power fantasy" a lot of readers, including me, struggle with, and have trouble acknowledging and voicing, even in fiction. But if we don't acknowledge it, we can't begin to redress it.
Thank you for creating it.
I actually thought she was talking to the flowers..... I'm such a doofis lol
It all comes back eventually, doesn't it? Power used irresponsibly always has its consequence, even if we put it off for as long as we can. While we only saw that she'd erased some social interactions in the special, someone like Wallflower would be incredibly prone to abusing the power of the memory stone, I imagine. She uses here to survive which is understandable, but I have to wonder how many people she's really hurt that will have that memory come rushing back to them now. She did almost ruin Sunset's entire life because she simply didn't like her, so how many other people ended up getting that same treatment?
But it looks like she's going to pay for it more than anyone now. You can only ignore some traumas for so long before they come crashing down to ruin your world. Even without the memory the horrible feeling haunted her, promising a miserable existence until it was confronted. At least now she can try to process it instead of running from it.
Honestly my first thought from the intro was “Good lord, give poor Wallflower a break”. No parents, no friends, no income, facing eviction and experiencing night terrors whose descriptions make my skin crawl.
Very quickly, you delve into the unasked questions that might come out of a more mature look at Forgotten Friendship and every single answer has the worst possible outcome for Wallflower. All the while she's blaming herself in a way that even though you desperately sympathise with her, you know that she's right.
The pacing’s pretty quick in the first half, and a few details are left mentioned but unexplored. But it means nothing’s here that doesn’t need to be, and we can get to the heart of the story quicker. And what a heart it is…
I’ll say one thing, though. From just that terrifying first scene alone, I’m hooked.
Something tells me I know what it is already... But we'll see.
Oh no.
No.
Fuck. My instincts about the dream were right.
Poor Wallflower. I don't have much else to say. Just... wow.
Oof, what a start.
As is this. It makes so much sense that what we were shown in Forgotten Friendship was just the tip of the iceberg in what the stone was used for and the problems it was used to solve.
Ha, very nice Sunsetting.
Haven’t been to a Starbucks since the pandemic started, but this is suddenly giving me cravings.
Oof, even before the next paragraph I could see where this was going. If the reasons for dreading people being behind her are what I think…
Interesting, how Wallflower responds with self-deprecation instead of realizing Sunset’s interest in her interests.
I love Sunset’s words here. Even getting out of the habit of voicing that negative voice in your head is a big first step.
This is why SunFlower is, in fact, canon.
Ah, yeah, that’s… Yeah.
Great lore idea/plot device here. There are so many places you can take this concept, and I am excited to see where you will go with it.
Or maybe I should say dreading. Especially combined with her reaction to Sunset’s shoulder touch earlier. I'm so sorry for Wallflower.
Maybe it’s also because it’s getting late, but I am sitting here and feeling a bit of Weltschmerz right now. A tear in the fabric of the world. I just don't know.
I have a feeling there will be parts up ahead that will be very difficult to read, but I am just as sure it will be an amazing story.
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Seeing this comment was a lovely surprise! It's always exciting to know someone's starting to read my best story. I hope you like it \o/
I'm honestly, entirely, completely dumbfounded by this chapter. When I try to format words in my mind of how to describe everything I loved about it, I falter and the words disappear into mist. You've captured so much in so few words, that it's almost hard to capture my feelings on it in fewer. But here goes, I'll do my best.
The opening scene is harrowing. Partially because of how amazingly you wrote it, I could almost feel the sensations myself as I read them again and again, and I nearly became Wallflower the more it went on. But when it ended, and she jolted up in bed, that's when I did become her. When I read that she was hungry all the time, I felt it within my own stomach because that was, and to some extent, still is something I suffer from. When piecing this together with what I read near the ending, about his face I started fucking crying. Because it was there that it'd crossed over from extremely relatable prose, into my own internal narration. It was like reading a mirror that'd shattered and cut me in a thousand weak places at the same time. If this is what I think it is, then it's going to be a long journey of rubbing salt in every single wound, one after the other.
That's not to say that this was badly done, of course, the only way that anyone could feel the way I did from this story speaks to how masterfully you wrote it. Anyone less talented, or less entangled with these particular wounds, would not get it right, and it would be akin to breaking a plastic mirror and scraping your skin with its shards. That is to say, it isn't a real mirror, and the pain wouldn't pierce beyond a certain point. But since you're wonderfully talented, and since it seems you're still recovering from that wound as I am, the pain you wrote struck me to the core.
This isn't even speaking to the brilliant, real-world use of the memory stone, both on people to have Wallflower get by, but on herself to cope with some of the trauma she'd experienced before, such that she only thinks it was a religious disagreement with her parents that caused her to run away when really, I suspect it's something much deeper, and more sinister than that.
Or the way you wrote Sunset's natural and compassionate chemistry with Wallflower, and the very delicate and experienced way Sunset listened to her vent. Or the way that Wallflower walked around Canterlot High after dragging herself from a nightmare, and to the almost empty cupboards to scrounge for something, anything to eat. When I first moved out, it was in January 2020, and little did I know the pandemic was going to hit the same time I was running out of money. It was a new, and singularly terrifying feeling to have no food at all. To open your fridge and see nothing. To open your pantry and see nothing. To go to the store and see nothing. And reading that again, it was a personal flashback to that scary time.
I'll touch on one more thing before I close out this very long comment: The way Wallflower's emotions are written. I've seen this style of writing these depressing vents that get more sorrowful as they continue and expressing that through actions as well as words makes it all the more impactful. You wrote these in such a way that I almost forgot I was reading and wasn't watching a movie in my head of someone very relatable.
All these things separate would make for equally fantastic works on their own, but combined, this first chapter starts out insanely strong and guttural. The only times I've been this emotional at the start of a fic, I knew I'd be both in it for the long haul, and that my eyes were going to sting from how much I cried from reading it. This is one of those times. My eyes already sting from having read this, especially towards the end. It touched me on a lot of really difficult things about myself, strong enough to bring out tears, but gently enough to not break the skin.
In short, for as many words as I've said about it, and for how specific I've gotten with it, I still haven't captured a tenth of my feelings for it. You're incredibly talented, and this was nothing short of flawless.