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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Holy shit. Okay, wow. Did not see this coming, and I felt my stomach sinking further and further as it happened. A stark reminder that the intensity of this story wasn't left behind with the second chapter's reveal. The contrast of Sunset's panic with Wallflower's eerie, resigned demeanor is... quite something. I feel really uncomfortable, which is to say I think the writing's doing its job quite well.
And huh, I didn't know that pregnancy tests could also work with blood.
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Study by the National Center for Biotechnology Information on substituting blood for urine in a pregnancy test.
Let no one say that Scampy doesn't do her research.
Oh heck
The feelings of this story is really strong. IT almost made me cry when Sunset started to cry and apologizes to Wallflower
Oh my bucking god. I think, I just may have bit my fingers to death. The distress, the panic, the emotion, ah everything! Send me to the moon!
"This is beautiful. The pain, the impact, the emotional turmoil and turncoat nature of the mind, it's done so well! Even better, with a story written this well you simply cannot get bored. Not to mention the way that this author uses both language and action to portray the effects of rape on the human psyche. Truely a masterpiece."
Oh thank the stars, that's one huge weight off Wallflower's back.
Sunset, however, seems to be burdening herself with responsibility to an excessive degree. To a calm, third party, the short-term solution is obvious. I'm sure if she brought it up, Princess Twilight would let Wallflower stay in the castle, no questions asked. She'd be safe, literally a world away from her rapist, not to mention guarded by two master wizards and a dragon. Plus, Luna could help with the nightmares. Obviously Wallflower wouldn't recover overnight, but it would be a good start.
Uh... So I was fixing some grammar errors and thought I hit the Edit button to finalize them, but actually pressed the Unpublish button instead? Which raises the question of why those two buttons are right next to each other when unpublishing something seems very uncommon.
Anyway, I just republished it. If y'all got an extra notification, apologies.
Jesus fucking christ.
Okay, I've reached this point. Phew. Time to take it easy. Well done.
Wallflower flushes...?
What's a horror story chapter doing in the middle of a sad fic?
I dig the use of "parasite," but you've used it twice already. If we're receiving this tonally from Wallflower's exhausted mind, then I can understand. But I do hope we don't overuse the word. Subtlety works wonders.
I appreciate Sunset's concern, but I wonder if her consistent knocking and vocalizing is really helping. Adds to the tension of the scene, at least.
>>Awful as the it was for her to admit, a child would give her something to live for.
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>>She could not allow that to happen. This was her last chance to take her own life.
Ouchies. So this is the direction the chapter is taking. Let's go, boys.
Too bad Wallflower doesn't live in a Final Destination movie.
Next time Sunset shelters a pregnant teenager, she should have her do the test in the most interior part of the living room.
The whole headbutting-the-mirror thingy seems radically specifics. I wonder if it might be borrowed from somewhere.
Also, if Wally wanted to cut herself so badly, she should have just cartwheeled full-speed into Sunset Shimmer's wardrobe.
Wait... would that actually work? Would blood yield an accurate result? Shows how much I know. Wally really should do the test a second time. This time with true (blue?) watersports.
This hurts... thank celestia she isn't... but I knew she'd try the mirror... this is horrible... but so necessary
I hate you so much, I'm literally not crying my eyes out just because I can't bring myself to cry for some reason.
Thank you for writing this. Really.
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I appreciate it. I hope you enjoy the rest of the story too.
Someone needed to write this, if only to show what it's really like to a site that so-often fetishizes such a horrific thing.
On second read-through, it hits hard just how quickly we get to Self-Destructive Behaviour. Both in terms of word count and pacing – it seems only a few moments ago that Wallflower was in full-on meltdown, screaming at Sunset.
The breakdown itself is agonising in its inevitability and disturbingly relatable in Wallflower’s thought processes. The anxious spiral begins not from the doing, but from thinking about it. Each tiny logical step, each “what-if”, add up into a horrible outcome that of course is going to happen and here’s the only way out.
You manage to bring that spiral to life, topped off by Wallflower’s dissociative episode reminding us that just because she’s not on the verge of suicide, nothing about what’s happening is even close to “good”.
And as an aside: I adore the way that, even in a sub-2,000 word chapter, you still manage to sneak a Chekov’s… medicine cabinet? into the room’s description.
Wow.
I don't know if I should say this is the best chapter so far, because the second chapter was just... I'm lacking the words. But this is very, very close to it. The repetition. The desperation. Teetering on that edge. I figured out she was going to try to break the mirror for the shards as soon as she couldn't find anything else, but that was still such a powerful sequence. Sunset was just all too real. Man, I can hear their voices in your stories. And that ending reveal... I... you bitch. That threw me for a loop. Both in terms of it being revealed that way, along with the one line. Such a brilliant, symbolic suckerpunch.
Small mercies.
Adding this on a reread. I, like, Sunset, didn’t realize what this seemingly minor action meant at the time. So very understated.
That awful realization. I can’t imagine facing it. A second betrayal of her own body, yet this one twisting and expanding to fill out her entire life and future instead of just being one awful moment that haunts her.
Such a powerful line in its clear determination and finality. We do so much to not know, sometimes. And when the thing we don’t want to know is horrifying enough…
I am so glad she had that forethought.
Can’t even bring myself to quote the next few paragraphs. Euphemisms and synonyms aren’t enough. My heart breaks for Wallflower. Even though logically it was just a reaction of the body, not being allowed to separate even one’s body from complicity is… As I said before, I can’t imagine anything more horrifying to go through.
I can really feel Sunset’s helplessness so much here.
And the temptation Wally felt here. It’s frightening to see just how close she got.
Such a relief, but wow, what happened on the way. Such raw and powerful writing. Thank you for the amazing story so far.