Bros in Equestria

by Mandroid

Finale Part 1.

Year 2562 in Equestria.

It has been eight months since the death of the Princesses.

You sat at your dining room table in silence. You had done nothing since they died. No projects, no teaching, hardly any leaving the city. Nothing.

You had seen ponies died before...hundreds of times. Spouses, children, grand children, and more. You had been there every time one of them had passed.

But watching a pair of seemingly all powerful Princesses go... It really hammered home the reality of what an unending life would mean for you. An eternity of death with fleeting moments in between to punctuate it.

Your mind had been changed over the last two thousand years. To an outsider, your courtship with Luna had lasted lifetimes. But you remembered every rendezvous, every lunch in the Arcanium, and every night together goofing off.

You laughed inwardly.

Here you were, an eternity later and with a Princess-Goddess going through the same motions you did with Dash when you first came here.

You fiddled with the crystal on the table for the hundredth time today. A spell cooked up millennia ago...One you never thought you'd be considering using. One that you had thought about using every day for the last six months. As with every other time you were here, you attempted to rationalize a reason to get excited for something.

And with every other time, you came up empty.

You had traveled the world and seen every city under the sun. You had reached into the depths of the planet and pulled the magic trapped inside back together. You had subverted science at every turn, making matter out of nothing and creating objects that should not be able to exist. You had even taken the heavens themselves and made them run on time.

You drop your head onto the table, once again frustrated that you could think of nothing to do. You once again considered your potential new monarchs. The media had gone into a craze after word broke of the Princesses and the apparent new heirs to the Equestrian throne. Mous had stepped in after having a word with you about it, declaring that the foals would be off limits to the tampering of anypony, both civilian of royalty, until they were ready to take the throne. The two of you had both agreed that the children needed to live their own lives before they had to worry about everypony else's.

Your mind races as you think try to think of one thing that could excite you out of this rut.

Well...There was That.

You stepped into the castle proper and made your way to the Vault of Harmony. After the girls had gone, you dug the Elements out of that stupid tree, each of the Elements was then placed in the vault to prepare them to be passed down to the next pony to hold them. The Acolytes had told you that the Elements would only choose their next wielders in times of extraordinary crisis. With that in mind, you had drummed up a rudimentary scrying tool that could locate the ponies required.

You're a bit embarrassed at the simplicity of the device when you find it in the vault. Oh how moronic you were in your two hundreds. You open the chest the Elements were kept in and slot the tiara one into the device, might as well start with the big one.

...Nothing. Damn.

Okay, how about the next one?

You swap out the tiara for one of the necklaces.

...Still nothing.

You continue to swap out each necklace into the device in the hope that one of them will light up, letting you know that there was something still out there.

You felt your hopes shatter with each negative result.

After you checked each Element for the third time, you let out a deep sigh. That was it then... There was nothing left to do in this world.

You place the Elements back in their chest and lock up the vault before you head upstairs. You needed to talk with someone...

Mous had practically moved in to the office at the top of the castle, he said he liked to be able to look out over the city. You found him standing over his desk scribbling his signature on some papers, a forest green cloak wrapped around his shoulders.

"Nice shower curtain."

Mous continues to sift through the papers. "I'm Lord of the city now, Lords wear capes."

"Of course they do..."

"You wore a robe once, Mister Grand Magister."

Your memory takes you back to that unbelievably gaudy get up the had you wear. Rarity would have passed out.

"I did, didn't I..."

"So what can I do you for today, man?"

"Can I...talk to you about something?" you say as you take a seat in front of his desk. "It's important."

Mous's eyes drift up to you. "Big bro alert." he clears the papers and takes a seat behind his desk. "What's up, man?"

You wring your hands together as you try to figure out how to play this. "I really don't know how to say this, so I guess I'll just do it..."

You meet his eyes pleadingly.

"I want to leave." you say.

Mous arches an eyebrow. "Like, another trip?"

You shake your head. "No man..."

"I want to leave Equestria."

Mous stares at you in silence, his face one of confusion. "What? We can't leave..."

He gets out of his chair and walks to the window. "Why would you want to anyway?" he asks.

You shake your head. "We've been here too long, man. We've seen and done too much."

Mous waves a dismissive hand at you. "Just go off and see the world again."

"That won't work."

He turns back to look at you.

"I spent two hundred years exploring the world, Mous. I've seen every city, lake, mountain and wonder the world has, hell I probably have a story about something that happened there." you say.

"There's nothing left to see... Just the same tired old sights."

Mous paces to the other side of the room. "Then go teach some kids, or something."

You shake your head. "The kids here are probably smarter than I am, they'll learn nothing from me."

"We've been here too long. The world is leaving us behind." You say.

Mous leans against the wall. "Why are we even having this conversation? It's not like we can just up and leave the planet."

You reach into your pocket. "That's...not true."

You place the small silver crystal in the palm of your hand and show Mous. "What is that?" he asks.

You turn the crystal over in your hand. "An old spell...Did you know that Twilight and I were working on a spell to send us home?"

Mous looks at you like he'd seen a ghost. "We shelved it after a breakthrough we made right before all that Cult crap..."

"Ever since then, I've been researching and tweaking the spell in my spare time. Just as a side project to see if I could."

You hold the crystal up. "Mous, this spell will open a Waygate, one that could take us off Equestria."

Mous is staring daggers at you. Daggers that are on fire and made of pure anger. "So that's it, huh? You've seen and done everything you can think of, so it's time to go?" he spits.

"Mous it's not-"

"We have responsibilities here Anon! We promised to take care of this Kingdom for Celestia and Luna!"

Ouch...

"Mous, look outside." you say as you point to the city.

Canterlot looked like a utopia. Glistening spires, towers of arcane magic, and happy citizens.

"Crime is next to nothing on both the upper and lower cities, the entire kingdom is enjoying peace and prosperity, and every other kingdom on the planet is enjoying those same rewards."

You point to the two of you. "We did that. We helped them up and made them something great..."

Your voice trails off. "And they don't need us anymore."

Mous sweeps the papers off his desk and slams his hands down on it. "THAT'S NO REASON TO ABANDON THEM AFTER THEIR MONARCHS HAVE DIED!"

"Have you seen the citizens!?" you shout.

You point out the window again. "When we announced that Celestia and Luna had died, the press went nuts and they still did nothing! They're content to wait for the new foals to take the throne when they're ready!"

"We did that! We did it by working our asses off for this city for the past two thousand years! It makes perfect sense that they wouldn't need us anymore!"

"Don't need us!? We have to protect them, Anon!" Mous shouts.

You're practically pleading with him now. "Mous, this city isn't some kid who you picked up off the playground! It's grown up! They don't need our protection anymore!"

Mous pushes off the desk and stomps to the window. "We can't abandon the only home we've had for two millennia just because we're bored!"

"Well we can't stay in a place that we've overstayed out time in and call it a home worth having, either!"

-Music-

The room stayed silent for what seemed like hours. You were left standing after your argument while Mous simply stood looking out the window.

"Leave." he says.

What?

"What did you say?" you ask.

Mous turns to you, his eyes cold and distant. "I said leave. You want to go so bad, you want to grow up and be on your own? Do it."

You take a step back as his words cut through you. This wasn't like with the cult, you could tell... This was real.

"Mous...please..."

"I have to protect the city, Anon. It's my job..."

You take a step towards him. "Mous, please. This city doesn't need our help anymore..."

Mous refuses to meet your eyes. "Get out of my office..."

Your head falls as you hear those words.

"Then I guess this is it, then..."

You pause as you step through the door.

You have to try, at least this once. "I wasn't asking permission to go...I'm gathering my things and taking a train to Ponyville today..." you say.

Mous is silent.

"I'll be gone by sundown."

Mous's eyes shift to you for a second before he turns his back to the door.

Your eyes fall as you step out, the door clicking shut behind you.

Comments

[Lord Guffington]

Is Spike gonna do some intervening?

[Triv_]

*grabs popcorn* Alright, continue.

[CIA]

1370608
that is true we haven't heard anything about spike
damnit mandroid!

[the onlyoneofmeisyou]

So...it did have a little Gurren....

[RedvsBlue327]

Fantastic job! These entire 80 something chapters always had these two standing together in the end, and that just makes this gut wrenching moment all the bigger atomic nuke! This story's excellency continues unwavered from what I said last chapter!

[WorldWalker128]

Oh man, All loose ends for them are tied up, and now their friendship is falling apart for it.