“Twilight?”
Somepony was speaking my name. Unless, I am hearing things now as well. Very possible considering how loud that dry raspy whisper of cloth decaying right next to my ear has gotten.
“Twilight!”
No, that was definitely somepony speaking my name. I had been trying to blot everything out. Trying to focus on the darkness. Darkness induced by the rotting cloth tied over my eyes. Tied in desperation to shield me from the truth of the world.
I was finally beginning to calm myself, my tears slowing to a trickle.
“TWILIGHT SPARKLE YOU WILL GIVE ME YOUR ATTENTION THIS INSTANT!”
Oh my Goddess that was loud. Wait, that WAS my Goddess. Celestia was here. And she didn’t sound at all pleased with me.
I had a feeling that was going to get worse.
“S-sorry Princess.” I managed miserably to say, my throat still sore from puking so much earlier.
“Twilight,” she said once more, her voice softer and filled with concern. “Tell me what happened. All that Spike’s letter said was to come as quickly as I could, that something was wrong with you. When I arrived, I saw neither he, nor your student Starlight Glimmer, and then I found you on the floor with your eyes covered up, and tears running down your cheeks.
Twilight, you need to tell me what happened. I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s wrong.”
I wasn’t up to this. My body was shaking, my head pounded, my nerves were frayed, and my throat was raw. But I had to tell her. I decided the simplest truth would be the best place to start.
“Discord did me a favor.”
As it turns out, that was the wrong thing to say.
“DISCOOOOORRRRRRD!!!”
Her shout rang through the entire castle. Literally. It was so loud the crystals of the castle itself began to vibrate. I can only hope that none of them cracked.
“Well you don’t have to SHOUT Celestia, I’m right here. I have been the whole time.”
“Wha-?” I managed.
“Well you don’t think I’m going to just leave you alone do you? Whole new set of powers potentially at your disposal, new way of seeing the world. What? You think I’m the kind of being would would give a baby a beaker full of azidoazide azide, and then a good tickle? I’m surprised at you… (and that only happened once).”
“Wh-” I began, but was cut off.
“DISCORD! Undo whatever it is that you have done to Twilight, RIGHT THIS INSTANT!”. Celestia orders, her voice holds more anger that I have ever heard before, even with that strange dying off effect that sound does now.
“Well, there’s just a few little problems with that Celly. First, and most importantly, you can’t make me. Second, but still high on the list, Twilight wanted this, so even if I were foolish enough to TRY and undo what I did, SHE is the one that gets to ask me, not YOU. And number three… I don’t actually think I could. Well… not with any guarantee of success that is. I mean it’s VERY difficult to modify perceptions and get it right. Altering them to my way of viewing the universe is sightly easier, because I can use myself as a template. But how you ponies normally see the world? I haven’t a clue. I mean, I can deduce from inference that it must be horribly dull and boring, but how does one tune an eyeball to ‘boring’? You really should put dials on those things.”
“Modify percept- No! Discord you didn’t! Not again! You wouldn’t!” Celestia sounded horrified.
“Hey, SHE wanted to know. I TRIED to talk her out of it, just ask her. Besides, I think we all learned quite a bit, since the last time. I’m sure if we all just calm down, maybe have a drink, perhaps a snack...”
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“Or not, or not. Deep breaths Twilight, deep breaths… My point is Celly, that what’s done is done. We just need to make the best of it and move on.”
“I shall wrest the Elements from the Tree, turn you back into stone, and cast you into the deepest pit in Tartarus!” Celestia says in fury.
I can feel her next to me, she’s crackling with power. It’s getting warmer, I can feel her solar fury on my coat. I couldn’t stop her if I wanted to. Did I want to? Did I not?
“Aaaand if you DO all of that, then I won’t be around to help Twilight adjust to her altered state. I mean, I’m sure you’ll do the best you can without me… oh, but then we both know how well THAT worked out last time.
“S-stop. Please. Both of you.” I manage to say. “Discord may not have given me all the details, but I asked for this. I wanted to know, I WANTED to understand. And… I still do. Please Celestia, don’t hurt him.”
“Twilight,” she says quietly.
“Oh Twilight, such compassion,” Discord says in a tone I can’t identify. Gratitude? From him? “Not that she could have hurt me anyway, but the gesture IS appreciated. All right Celestia, obviously things have gotten off on the wrong hoof here, let’s just adjourn to someplace more comfortable and we can talk this all out.”
“Fine.” Celestia replies, her voice filled with steel. No, she is not pleased, not pleased at all.
I hear Discord snap his claw. I can tell we are somewhere else. For one thing, the whisper of rot is gone, as is any lingering scent of it.
“It’s alright Twilight, you can open your eyes here.” He says, cheerily.
I reach up to remove the scarf, but it isn’t there. Slowly, I open my eyes. Although blurry from the tears that had filled my eyes, my vision quickly clears. I’m in… white. No, I’m not dressed in white, everything around me is white. I can’t tell if I am in a room or in a void. Everything is completely white. I see Discord and Celestia, neither of them show any sign of rot, although Celestia isn’t wearing her armor or her crown.
“Welcome,” Discord says grandly, his arms thrown wide, “to the White Room.”
Holy shit, I remember reading Rot ages ago when it was first posted, nice to finally see a sequel to it.
Okay this is either Sombra or Chyrsalis, unless you have some fan character that fits this bill.
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Luna maybe? She went insane and became Nightmare Moon, or she tried controlling it and Nightmare happened.
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Could be Starswirl if in this universe we continue with his current location being unknown. Or Stygian if we go with canon.
To be fair, a warning with no context is no warning at all, and Discord did not provide the context. It's like warning people, don't be awake in hyperspace, but never explaining why, so some idiot's going to try it regardless. This is why ancient seals need to come with warning labels people, not just fancy locks...off topic.
That said, Discord does get a small pass here, as he's quite insane given the context of the rest of the story, and makes his attachment to Fluttershy in this setting all the more interesting. Is she some kind of anchor point for him? Does he see something in her he doesn't see in others, or is it literally just she was nice to him in his madness in a way no one else is?
I mean from what I am getting after she was altered and taken to the white room a husk was left behind so the mane 5 had to deal with it with it getting constantly worse and now one thought to tell them about it, it just makes me loathe and want to strangle discord :/
Not sure if there was another story that tried to continues the original or I am remembering stuff from an alternate universe again, but those be my feelings to this whole concept .
I more or less understand why any actual chemist would be cringing right now. Sure, it makes no sense as an actual formula, but it implies something horrifying.
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It's a compound that explodes for literally no apparent reason.
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Yes, that's the basic definition of any chemical name ending in "azide", so having three of them as the entirety of the name is absurd in the way that getting your skull caved in by a falling frozen turkey is absurd. (Good on if you understood that reference)
Heh, recycling your old—we agreed that doesn't exist!—I like the new direction you've taken this continuation. very original. Very...
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It's a joke chemical name used to refer to things like Substance N. Which explodes violently when you look at it wrong, and can burn literally anything. Concrete, steel, glass, water... ashes...
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Its not a joke, and it refers to one compound specifically.
1-Diazidocarbamoyl-5-azidotetrazole
Or C2N14 if you want its chemical formula.
The german chemist who discovered it, and works solely in explosives gave it that informal name to emphasize just how unstable it is.
We actually can't get much data from it as even putting it inside a mass spectrometer can cause it to explode.
Somehow the perceptions here -- and the White Room as an antidote -- remind me of the hypersensitivity often seen with autism -- and items like earplugs as the real world antidotes.
...Am I creature of chaos and never knew it?
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If you're human, the answer is yes.
A sequel to one of the best stories I've ever read! Fanfiction or otherwise! I could not be more excited if I tried!~