Asylum
Chapter 13
Twilight stared upwards as she lay curled up on the cool bathroom tiles, her tail clutched tightly against her chest like a foal with a blanket. She ran her tongue over her dry lips before speaking. "P-Princess Celestia? Are you there?"
Her whisper was lost beneath the mechanical hum of the air conditioner. Ears held erect, she waited quietly. There wasn’t any response. Did I just imagine it? Is the stress getting to me? Dread began to spread through her as she tried to keep her thoughts rational and focused. After working some moisture into her dessicated mouth, she repeated the question louder, ignoring the desperation in her voice.
There was a faint pop from the air vent. “Twilight, my most faithful student...”
The rest of Princess Celestia's words were lost beneath a muffled howl of joy, Twilight’s hooves clasped to her lips as she squealed with relief. The princess! It’s her! It’s really her! Even knowing that Applejack was right outside didn’t keep the unicorn from laughing giddily, her face split into a broad grin. “Princess! I’m here!” Twilight hissed loudly, wiping away the tears from her eyes. “I can hear you! Can you hear me?”
“Yes, Twilight... I can hear you...” Twilight’s heart leapt at the sound of Celestia’s voice. She sounded distant and metallic, as if speaking through a drainpipe, but it was clearly her. Even the odd pauses and fluctuations couldn’t mask the strength and compassion within every syllable. “It is good... hear your voice again.”
“Oh Princess, I’ve been so scared! You have to help me! I’ve been trapped in this hospital where everyone thinks I’m insane! All my friends are here too, but they’re different and wrong, and nothing makes sense, and... wait, where are you?” She glanced around the bathroom. “I can hear your voice, but I can’t see–”
“Twilight, please!” Princess Celestia’s tone was firm, halting Twilight mid-sentence. “I don’t have much time, and I have much to tell you.”
She nodded obediently, the hair on her neck standing on end at the princess’s tone. “What? What is it? What do you need to tell me?”
“Twilight... Equestria is in danger, and...” The princess’s voice warped and faded before going quiet with a faint pop. For a soul-rending moment, Twilight feared she was alone once again. There were another few snaps before Celestia’s voice cut back in, like a damaged radio trying to find a signal. “... lost. I don’t know how long we have, so... must listen carefully.”
“I’m listening, Princess Celestia! What is it? What do I need to do?” It sounded like the princess was speaking from somewhere just above her head, but as Twilight looked around she saw nothing. She opened her mouth to ask the question, but quickly snapped it shut again, her curiosity held in check by her sense of duty.
Celestia’s response was an indecipherable mixture of whispers with unknown noises layered over them, only the odd syllable coming through clearly. “Princess, I can barely hear you. Can you repeat that? What’s going on?”
Another series of small pops sounded before the princess's voice cut back in. “... energy to keep this spell running, no matter what!” She was addressing someone else that Twilight couldn’t hear. Whatever their response was, it was lost beneath more distortions. “There! Hold that! Twilight, can you still hear me? Is this better?”
“Yes, Princess. It’s much clearer now.”
“Excellent.” The princess’s relief was palpable, despite the unidentifiable interference that continued to warp her voice. “I cannot speak for long. The spell is difficult to manage, and we may lose our connection at any moment. What you need to know is that Equestria is in great danger.”
“Danger?” Twilight’s repeated, her voice grim and serious. “What kind of danger?”
“A grave and terrible one. Yesterday, something happened in Ponyville. The how and why have eluded us thus far. What we do know is that something foul has been released, something made of darkness and shadow.”
Her words hit Twilight like a bucket of ice water. “W-What did you say?” she whispered, her legs trembling like a newborn’s. She glanced at the nearest mirror, swallowing her fear. “Darkness and... s-shadow?”
“Yes, Twilight. We don’t know what it is or where it comes from. There is no record of anything like it. It moves as if alive, yet is insubstantial and formless. It is a shadow that can defy the noon sunlight. It is consuming everything in its path, covering all it touches with a darkness that resists any attempt to banish it. Ponies that are taken by the shadow become... changed. Twisted reflections of themselves.”
“Princess...” Twilight began, trying and failing to keep her voice steady as thoughts of dangerous smiles and warped faces passed through her mind. “I... this shadow... what happened to Ponyville? What about my friends?”
Princess Celestia sighed, the sadness in her voice squeezing Twilight’s chest tight with fear. “I’m sorry, Twilight. Everypony in Ponyville has been taken... yourself included.”
Twilight gasped. “Wait, what? What do you mean, taken? I’m right here!” She didn’t know why she suddenly felt angry, but Twilight found herself glaring upwards at the ceiling. “I’m not taken! I’m right here! You’re using some sort of spell to talk to me! How can I be taken?”
“Twilight! Control yourself!” The unicorn flinched, her ears flattening against her skull as she imagined the look of disapproval on her mentor’s face.
“I’m s-sorry, Princess. I... I didn’t mean to snap at you like that.”
Celestia’s tone softened with Twilight’s apology, but the stress she was carrying didn’t vanish. “I am not mad, Twilight, but this is no time to lose control of your emotions. We don’t have long, and I do not know when I will have another chance. My sister and I have managed to hold the shadows at bay around Canterlot, but we are losing. Every day the shadow moves a few inches closer. And once it has taken root, it does not relinquish its grasp.”
“If I have been taken,” Twilight spat, the word leaving an oily residue on her tongue, “then how can I help you? How can we even be talking now?”
“The shadow does not kill ponies. It... controls them. Or it controls their bodies, as far as we can tell.”
Twilight’s tail tucked in against her flank nervously at the uncertainty in Celestia’s voice. “So does that mean that right now my body is being controlled by some sort of... shadow creature?”
“No, Twilight.” Her head dipped in relief as Celestia continued. “The shadow has you, but you are not its puppet. Your mind still resists, which makes you a threat. In its hubris, it returned you to your body in an attempt to break you with fear and confusion. It was a mistake. I received a letter from Spike alerting me to the danger.”
Twilight didn’t know when she had started pacing, but his name brought her to a halt. “Spike? Is he okay?”
“I... am unsure, Twilight. It is almost impossible to locate a single mind within the darkness. I was only able to locate yours because you hold onto your independence. As long as you fight back, it doesn’t control the Elements of Harmony.”
“If it is so powerful, why does it need to control the Elements?”
There was a loud pop. “–ause they are the only thing that can challenge it. My sister and I can delay the shadow, but that is all. Each day it moves a few inches closer to the city. It might take months, but without the Elements, we will lose.”
“But my friends have already been taken. I need them to use the Elements! How can I help you without them?” she asked, her voice growing louder with desperation.
“You must... them break free. Their minds are beset by disharmony and inner anguish. You must help give them peace.” Celestia’s voice began to fade again, growing muffled and distorted at random. “I can faintly sense them through you, trapped within the shadow world. As long as they... given into the darkness’ lies, they are... puppets. Bring them... harmony, and you can break the lies...”
“But how?” Twilight shouted.
A soft series of pops and warbling notes filled the air before fading into silence. Twilight’s mouth flapped open a few times, a chill filling her veins as her mentor’s voice dwindled away. “P-Princess?”
“The spell... fading. You must be strong... the sake of your friends and Equestria...”
“Princess, please... please don’t leave me,” she whispered, glancing around desperately.
“Remember,” Princess Celestia said, her voice as soft as the rustling of leaves in a summer breeze. “Friendship... is... magic...” There was a final pop, and then silence.
Twilight sat down heavily. Alone. I’m all alone again. Her lip trembled as she took a few deep, ragged breaths. She wiped her eyes, her hoof coming away damp. I’m trapped, alone, in some waking nightmare and even the princesses can’t stop it. My friends are being controlled, I can’t use magic, and all I want to do right now is have someone tell me everything is going to be alright.
“Twilight?”
Applejack’s voice was like a peal of thunder in the stillness of the night, the sudden noise driving the unicorn to leap to her hooves and stare in momentary horror at the doctor. “Ah! Applejack! You, uh, s-surprised me,” she stammered, her heart beating out a rapid tattoo. She attempted to smile as she wiped her eyes clear again. “I was just finishing up.”
Standing in the open doorway, Applejack wore a look of concern as she watched Twilight make her way towards the sinks. “Twilight... were you talking to someone?”
Twilight flinched. “W-Why would you think that?” she asked, keeping her eyes focused upon her hooves as she lathered them up with too much soap.
“I’m not stupid, Twilight. I could hear you talking from the other side of the door.”
Twilight continued to wash her hooves. “I... I was talking to myself.”
She could feel Applejack’s eyes on the back of her head. “Just talking to yourself?” Twilight nodded. “Talking about what?”
“I... I...” Her voice trailed off as she leaned forward and rested her hooves in the porcelain sink. She didn’t want to lie to Applejack again. She couldn’t do it, but she couldn’t tell the truth either. Twilight ignored the lukewarm water cascading down her arms as she closed her eyes, choking back her tears. All she wanted was someone she could talk to, someone she could share her problems with. She missed Spike. She missed Princess Celestia. She missed her family. She missed her friends. She missed her life.
“Twilight, you can talk to me,” Applejack said as she moved to Twilight’s side, resting a hoof on the unicorn’s trembling back. “Nopony is going to be upset, and you’re not going to get in trouble. I’m your doctor, but I’m also your friend. And you need to trust your friends.”
Friendship is magic.
Twilight lifted her head to stare at herself in the mirror. She sniffled, her eyes slightly puffy and red. Slowly she turned to look at Applejack, the doctor’s – her friend’s – soft green eyes filled with the honesty and concern she remembered. Twilight felt like she was about to burst, keeping it all inside. She had to lie to her friend again, when all she wanted was to tell the truth. “Applejack... I...”
Applejack gasped as Twilight spun around, throwing her forelegs around her and burying her muzzle against her shoulder. “I’m s-so s-scared! I’m alone and scared and nopony trusts me and they all think I’m crazy and I keep hurting my friends and I just want to go h-home!” Twilight cried, her body shaking with each sobbing moan.
She didn’t care that she was crying like a foal. She didn’t care that she was acting like the emotionally unbalanced patient they believed her to be. She didn’t care that she wasn’t supposed to tell anypony the truth. When she felt Applejack wrap her arms around her, all she cared about was her friend’s embrace.
“Hush now, Twilight,” Applejack cooed softly, rubbing her hoof up and down Twilight’s back as she soaked her shoulder in tears. “It’s okay. You’re not alone. It’s going to be all right.”
Time lost all meaning for Twilight. Fear, anger, guilt, loneliness; everything escaped at once in a torrent of raw emotion. She couldn’t think. She couldn’t speak. Holding onto Applejack like a life-preserver, she gave in and cried.
When Twilight finally lifted her head from Applejack’s shoulder, she felt like she had been wrung out by some cruel god. “Feelin’ better, sugarcube?” Applejack asked her with a soft smile.
Twilight took a step back, sniffling as she tried to steady her breathing. Her nose was runny. Her eyes burned. Her throat was raw. Her mind a vortex of confusion and anxiety. “Y-Yes...” Twilight admitted hoarsely, giving Applejack a weak grin in return. “I just... I’m sorry for...”
“You don’t have anything to apologize for,” Applejack said as she produced a handkerchief and set about gently cleaning Twilight’s face. “You shouldn’t ever feel guilty or upset about what you’re feeling. There are times when you just need to let it all out, but you don’t need to hide in the bathroom. If you feel like you need some privacy or you’re about to cry, just ask me or one of the orderlies. You don’t have to pretend to need the toilet. Honesty is the best policy.”
Blinking as Applejack cleaned around her eyes, Twilight eventually nodded. “Oh, right. I was just, um, too embarrassed to tell you how upset I was,” Twilight lied, the roughness of her throat helping to mask her momentary confusion. As much as it pained her, she couldn’t let anypony know the truth. Better for them to think of me as proud and emotional rather than hearing the princess in my head, she added to herself, her thoughts calming down.
Once Applejack was done fussing over her like a mother, Twilight picked up a few paper towels from the dispenser and repaid the favor, doing her best to dry the large damp spot on Applejack’s shoulder.
By the time the two of them were cleaned up and presentable, Twilight felt like she was walking on clouds. That’s enough feeling sad and vulnerable. Now, it’s time to stay strong, she told herself firmly, a proud smile on her face as she embraced the warm sense of purpose suffusing her limbs. Princess Celestia – no, everypony – is counting on me. I’m their only hope. Her grin slipped. Everypony is counting on me. Everypony is counting on me!
Before she could start hyperventilating, Applejack gently squeezed Twilight’s shoulder again. “Are you feeling ready to head off to class now?” she asked, her touch and soft words soothing Twilight’s anxieties.
Twilight looked over in the mirror one last time. She really did look like a patient. With her ink-stained forelegs, wrinkled vest, and a canvas-wrapped suppressor weighing upon her horn, she even felt like a patient. She examined her reflection, her distress clearly etched into her face. Twilight sighed as she glanced away. She retrieved Smarty Pants from the counter. Placing the doll up onto her back, Twilight turned to face Applejack. “Yes. I’m ready,” she stated, making sure her voice was strong and steady. The others were counting on her, and she wouldn’t let them down.
Lunch had been a blessing for Twilight. After meeting up with Pinkie Pie again, the trio had taken their customary seat in the cafeteria to enjoy a fantastically adequate salad. The lack of food-related drama had helped her to focus on processing everything she had gone through that morning. Busy organizing and updating her mental checklists, Twilight had nodded absently while Pinkie Pie had recounted her day to the group.
After her tearful outburst with Applejack, Twilight had found her thoughts moving much more smoothly, the faint haze that normally gummed up her mind having receded into the shadows. The emotional storm had passed, leaving the sea of her mind calm. In its wake she was left with only her ever-growing sense of agitated excitement.
Thankfully, Applejack had sensed the need to give Twilight some time to herself. She had helped to divert some of Pinkie’s questions and comments away from the introspective mare. It had given Twilight the opportunity to indulge in what Spike called “library time” – stretches of extreme focus, where the outside world faded away while she concentrated on a specific problem.
Her mind had been dominated by two lines of thought. The first had been pure, unadulterated happiness. Princess Celestia had contacted her! The princess knew where she was, and she wasn’t alone anymore. Someone she loved still knew of her real past and her real life. It was almost enough to make Twilight dance gleefully in celebration.
Almost.
The joy had been tempered by other, more serious concerns. The truth about her imprisonment had not brought as much relief as she had hoped. The shadows from her nightmare were real, and her own twisted reflection was an avatar of the darkness hoping to drive her to madness and despair. It was powerful enough to threaten all of Equestria; even the royal sisters were struggling to protect only Canterlot. Everypony needed the Elements of Harmony to win the fight. Twilight was their only – their last – hope.
For Twilight, the responsibility inherent in that concept nearly drove her to despair. She was caught in a tug-of-war between the two emotions, alternating between joy and worry, happiness and concern, which only fed her anxieties. By the time lunch was over, she was left feeling strung out and nursing a headache. What can I do? If the shadow... thing has brought disharmony to my friends, what can I do to help them? She returned her tray to the cleaning racks and turned to look at Applejack and Pinkie Pie as they conversed. Beyond what she knew about their false memories, there was little to suggest her friends were different than they should be.
“...so then Doctor Roy had to fly up into the tree to get the kite and the foal down!” Pinkie finished with a loud laugh, earning a reluctant chuckle from Applejack before she reminded Pinkie that it could have turned out much worse for the little filly.
The princess says I have to bring them harmony, but this is nothing like dealing with Discord. If I can’t tell what the problem is, how can I fix it? It was an infuriating thought, made all the worse by the knowledge that the princess and all of Equestria needed her help. She was taking a timed test she hadn’t been able to study for, and the consequences were dire. Think, Twilight. Think!
Applejack gestured for Twilight to join them as they made their way towards the far doors. Her honest, helpful, and good natured mannerisms made it hard to think of her as needing help. She looked like she was dressed like a doctor for Nightmare Night. Where was the disharmony? Where was the inner anguish?
Pinkie Pie grinned at Twilight as she walked past her. Twilight returned it with a faint smile of her own before trotting after them. Like Applejack, there was little to suggest Pinkie Pie was suffering at all. Despite her limp hair and the burns on her left thigh, Pinkie was still a mare of cheerful optimism. There had been the episode the previous day, when she had–
Twilight stumbled as if struck, memories of Pinkie Pie’s pitiful shift from happy-go-lucky mare to sobbing wreck rushing through her mind. Why didn’t I see it earlier? she thought as she regained her balance, ignoring the few chuckles at her expense. My friends aren’t suffering under some curse or spell, like with Discord. No, it’s so much more subtle than that; ingenious, even. It traps them in a dream. Nopony doubts a dream while asleep. They simply accept the past it creates for them. It gives them the memories of a false life, so they act and think just like they would if this place were real. Applejack has the knowledge of a doctor, but she also is troubled with guilt over what she thinks happened to Big Mac and her parents.
And Pinkie Pie... The unicorn’s thoughts trailed away as she watched the pink mare from behind, her gaze falling to the old burns on Pinkie’s flank. She narrowed her eyes. Instead of her usual pity and confusion, she felt her rage rear up in the back of her mind. That... that thing is going to pay for what it has done. This might just be some false world, but to make my friend suffer beneath the memories of whatever it has devised is inexcusable! Celestia help me, I’m going to destroy it!
Twilight had never felt such hate before, the heat of it searing away the rest of her anxieties. The shadow monster had violated the most fundamental aspects of her friends’ sense of self. Their bodies and minds had been warped and defiled; it was torture of the soul. Worse still, her friends couldn’t even see the true cause of their pain. Believing their condition to be normal was the most tragic irony of all.
What sort of intelligent being could be so cruel? Discord had been a creature of disharmony, certainly, but he was never truly malevolent. The changeling queen had certainly been willing to abuse ponies to feed her ambitions, but she could never accomplish what Princess Celestia described. King Sombra could have created something like this, but he was destroyed. And even then, his dark touch was detectable if one knew where to look. Twilight glanced around the white and green halls. This place feels too real to be a simple spell. It’s magic, but the sort that even the princesses haven’t experienced before.
Although Applejack and Pinkie Pie attempted to pull Twilight into a conversation, she kept to herself, busy fighting to tamp down her anger. Hating the shadow creature was pointless at best; she couldn’t afford any more distractions. She needed emotional control. Refocusing her mind back to her friends and their altered pasts, she unrolled her mental checklists and began going over every detail she could remember, plodding after them with the unfocused obedience of a clockwork pet.
“Twilight!”
The unicorn halted as she heard her name, Applejack’s face swimming into focus just inches from her own. Twilight blinked and took an involuntary step backwards. “Yes?”
“Are you feelin’ alright, sugarplum?” Applejack asked, giving Twilight a probing look. “You were really distracted there. Are you worried about class?”
“Class?” Twilight blinked again. She glanced up to read a clock on the wall as she called up the schedule she had memorized. She scowled. “Oh, right. Class. Because I’m just a foal who still needs to go to school.”
Applejack frowned. “Now, there’s no need to have an attitude about this. Schoolin’ is important for any pony – even when they’re as smart as you.”
“Plus, you’ll really like our teacher!” Pinkie Pie added. “She’s lots of fun, is really nice, and knows a whole, whole bunch!”
Twilight bit back her retort. Emotional control, she reminded herself, swallowing her sarcasm. “I’m sure I will, Pinkie.”
Applejack continued to look at her. “So, are you sure you’re feelin’ alright? You zoned out there pretty good.”
“I’m fine,” she said, waving away the doctor’s concern. “I was just thinking about... Rarity.” Which wasn’t a lie, strictly speaking; she had been thinking about all her friends. Each of them was out of sync with their true selves. Something in their pasts made them upset and vulnerable, and she needed to know what. Twilight glanced up at Applejack, adopting an expression of remorse. “I just wish I knew why I got her so upset.”
“Don’t you worry about that,” Applejack reassured her. “Like I said earlier, you didn’t do anything wrong. Rarity doesn’t blame you.”
Twilight pressed on. “But I don’t want to have the same thing happen the next time we meet. It’s obvious something happened to her. What–”
“I told you before that it’s not my place to be talking about it, and I meant it,” Applejack cut her off. “You can ask her yourself the next time you meet. In fact, it’s best if you do, since that way she’ll know just how much you care about her. I know you’re upset about the whole thing, and I can tell you don’t like not knowing all the details, but things will work out, I promise.”
“Yeah! Things always get better if you give them a chance,” Pinkie Pie added with a knowing nod.
Realizing she wasn’t going to get any answers from either of them, Twilight sighed again. Patience, she told herself. I have to give it time.
“Oh, don’t be sad. I know just what will cheer you up!” said Pinkie Pie with a flourish, gesturing down the hall. “School! You love learning and reading so much, you’ll have a great time. I know I do, and all of that goes double for you.”
Following where Pinkie was gesturing, Twilight noticed the group of fillies and colts filing past a lavender colored mare, her back to the approaching trio. She wasn’t dressed like any of the staff, her outfit a cheerful shade of yellow. Recognition tugged at Twilight’s mind; something about the mare was annoyingly familiar. A name eluded her. It wasn’t until they drew close enough that she could hear their hoofsteps that she turned to glance at the trio, revealing her face and her smiling flower cutie mark.
“Hello Doctor Applejack, Pinkie Pie,” Cheerilee greeted them with a warm smile, the identification hanging from her neck labelling her as ‘Hospital Educator’. After returning Pinkie Pie’s enthusiastic greeting, her gaze switched to the dumbfounded unicorn. “And you must be Twilight, right?” Twilight nodded. “Pinkie Pie has told me a lot about you.”
“Oh,” responded Twilight flatly, finding it hard to respond. Considering the shadow world’s habit of putting ponies into positions that correlated loosely to something from their real lives, having Cheerilee as a teacher wasn’t that large of a leap. Still, going to one of Cheerilee’s classes was uncomfortably close to being sent back to magical kindergarten. “It’s nice to meet you,” she finished lamely, fighting down a shiver.
“So, are you just escorting students to class now?” Cheerilee asked as she turned back to Applejack, leaving the two patients to wait obediently nearby.
With as much casualness as she could manage, Twilight leaned over closer to Pinkie Pie. “Please tell me that Cheerilee isn’t our teacher,” she whispered beneath her breath, watching a few foals make their way through the open doorway.
“Miss Cheerilee?” Pinkie asked before letting out an awkward ‘snrkt,’ stifling her laughter with a hoof. Twilight narrowed her eyes as Pinkie Pie struggled to keep from laughing back in her face. “N-No, no, she isn’t our teacher,” she explained. “She just teaches the foals. Oh, and art class. And music, sometimes.”
Twilight nodded with relief. The last thing she needed was to be stuck in a class with foals, constantly reminded of old nightmares, her lost life, and the indignities of her reduced age. Applejack and Cheerilee continued to converse in friendly tones as Twilight examined the hallway. The sounds of laughter and disorganized conversation flowed out of the open doorway nearby. She caught a glimpse of the foals inside as they talked, their desks laid out in neat rows. A few nurses walked down the aisles, guiding errant students back to their seats and helping them to prepare for class.
Twilight turned to watch an older group of ponies make their way towards another door across the hall. Like Cheerilee’s classroom, there was a bulletin board outside that offered a welcome contrast to the familiar green-white walls. However, instead of paper flowers and crayon drawings, it was decorated in purple bunting and held maps and more educational fare. Twilight pointed a hoof at the other door. “So, is that our class?”
“Yep,” Pinkie Pie said, not taking her eyes off of the crude drawings mounted on the nearby wall. Eventually she glanced back at Twilight, looking a little crestfallen. “I only got to spend one year with Miss Cheerilee before I had to switch to the class with the older foals. I like Miss Lulamoon and learning about geography and history and multiplication and all, but I kinda miss being able to paint in class.”
“Miss Lulamoon?” Twilight asked, the name itching at the back of her mind. Once again, recognition teased her from just out of reach. “Is that our teacher?”
“Yep,” Pinkie Pie repeated. “She’s really smart. Plus, she’s a unicorn like you, so you can ask her all those questions about magic and, uh, Starbeard the... Swirled?”
“But I don’t want to hear about you getting into any trouble with her again,” Applejack added after Cheerilee excused herself, just managing to catch the end of their conversation.
“Trouble?” Twilight asked. “Why would I get into any trouble?”
“Well...” Applejack began, trying to find the right words.
“Because you sometimes call her a stuck up fraud and say that you’re smarter than her and that she doesn’t know what she’s talking about,” Pinkie Pie explained happily.
Twilight stared back at her, her mouth agape. “I do what?”
“And then there was that time you broke all your pencils and threw them at her, and knocked over your desk, and–”
“I think that’s enough, Pinkie,” Applejack interjected with an embarrassed chuckle. “Since you don’t remember her, think of this as a chance to turn over a new leaf for both of you, alright?”
“Of course,” she said defensively. They might be implanted memories, but she still couldn’t help feeling mildly offended at their implications. “I promise, I’ll be on my best behavior.”
“I’m glad to hear that, sugarplum,” Applejack replied as she led them across the hall. Peeking into the doorway she gestured at some unseen pony before turning back to them. “Pinkie Pie, you go on in and take your seat, alright? We need a moment of privacy.”
Pinkie bounced happily into the classroom while the other two stood by quietly and waited. Glancing up at the bulletin board Twilight noticed the words Miss Lulamoon’s Star Pupils at the top in purple construction paper, surrounded by stars and crescent moons. It was aggravating, not being able to answer the question of where she had heard the name before. Her eyes settled upon a star that looked to be crossed with a magic wand, and it clicked.
“Greetings, Doctor Applejack.” Trixie spoke with an actor’s grace as she stepped out of the classroom, magically shutting the door behind her. Glancing past the earth pony, Trixie’s eyes fell upon Twilight. “And good afternoon, Twilight. How are you feeling today?”
“G-Good,” she forced out, still staring in shock at the blue mare in front of her. Instead of a cloak she wore a relatively modest outfit, although the large gem clasped at her neck was certainly flashy. Trixie is a teacher? How can someone that selfish be a teacher?
“That’s why I wanted to talk to you, Miss Lulamoon,” Applejack said, causing Trixie to turn her wary gaze off of Twilight. “I know you got a little memo about Twilight, but I wanted to talk to you in person first to fill you in on the rest of the details.”
“Of course, Doctor. But please, call me Trixie. There’s no need to be so formal,” Trixie said with an overly humble smile, for all the world looking and sounding as if she were on stage.
Twilight balked. Is this what I have to look forward to? Everypony I know being altered and changed and then thrown back in my face? she thought as Applejack quickly educated Trixie about her supposed condition. She eyed the other unicorn suspiciously. Princess Celestia said the shadow has taken all the ponies outside of Canterlot, so it probably took Trixie too. Does that mean she is suffering like my friends are? But how could she be suffering right now?
The idea that Trixie might be suffering gave Twilight pause, but before she could explore the idea further her new teacher turned to address her. “Well Twilight, I’m sorry to hear that you have some memory problems.” Trixie’s voice was sincere enough, if a bit distant. “You’re probably the smartest student I’ve ever had, but if you need any extra help, please feel free to ask me or one of the assistants. Hopefully we can become good friends.”
“Friends?” repeated Twilight. She stared back at Trixie, waiting for the other shoe to drop. When she realized it was a serious request, Twilight plastered a big grin on her face to mask her hesitation. “Oh, of course! I would like that, very much.”
“Excellent!” Trixie announced with a theatrical flourish, gesturing at the door. “Then why don’t you say goodbye to Doctor Applejack, so I can take you to your seat and we can begin class.”
Suddenly apprehensive about spending time with Trixie in a position of official power over her, Twilight turned to give Applejack a worried look. She just gave her a reassuring grin and squeezed her shoulder. “Go on. You’ll be fine without me, I promise. I’ll see you for our group session later, so don’t worry yourself.”
Twilight opened her mouth to correct Applejack, annoyed that she would think she was afraid of being left alone, but she caught herself. She was nervous. Ever since Princess Celestia had spoken to her, she had been filled with a strong sense of determination and purpose. She had a goal to achieve, an obstacle to overcome. The sense of confident resolve had given her strength, but it had only suppressed her anxieties. I’m the victim of something nopony has ever faced before. My body has been taken from me, and my mind is imprisoned within some dark and broken dreamscape. She met Applejack’s gaze. But my friends, they’re a link to the real world. Princess Celestia confirmed my suspicions. They’re the secret to defeating this dark evil.
Although she tried to keep her thoughts optimistic and confident, she couldn’t suppress her dread at letting Applejack out of her sight. She was adrift on an unknown sea, and she didn’t want to let any of her lifelines out of her grasp. Swallowing her unease, Twilight nodded at Applejack. “Okay, I’ll see you later.”
After another quick round of farewells, Applejack turned and trotted back down the way they had come, leaving Twilight alone with Trixie. Twilight’s eyes lingered on her retreating friend before she turned to the azure mare. Trixie was staring back at her with an unreadable expression. “Twilight, we need to talk,” she said, her stern tone catching Twilight off guard. “I don’t know how much you remember of our previous relationship, but it wasn’t a terribly beneficial one – for you or the class. Now, I’m not placing blame. We had our share of problems, and they could disrupt the class. And when I look in your eyes, I can see recognition there.”
Twilight remained silent, listening attentively.
Trixie sighed. “I don’t know how much you remember of me, but I know it’s more than Applejack thinks. Still, while losing your memories is never a good thing, I feel this is a chance for us to start fresh.” Reaching out she squeezed Twilight’s shoulder like Applejack had, as if emulating their friendship. “I want to have a good year together, Twilight. So whatever you may remember of our... relationship, I want you to know that this time it can be different.”
Silence hung in the air between them for a long moment. “Alright,” Twilight agreed with forced cheer, giving Trixie a tight grin. “Let’s call this a fresh start, for the both of us.”
Trixie’s smile was the first fully honest expression she’d seen the other mare make. “Excellent!” she exclaimed, opening up the door behind her with a surge of magic. “Then let me escort you to your seat so we can start class.”
Sparing a jealous glance at the aura surrounding Trixie’s horn, Twilight moved ahead of her new teacher, fighting to keep her face neutral. Even if Trixie is suffering as well, I can’t get distracted by everypony I remember and their own personal situations, she told herself grimly. Striding into the room she noticed Pinkie Pie seated against the far wall, an empty desk beside her. I have to focus on my friends. They’re the key to defeating this shadow thing. If I can help them, then I can help everypony at once. Striding past the front of the class, she was sure to not look at the other patients and their attending nurses. My friends are what matter now. Learn what I can, keep from drawing suspicion, and find a way to save them from their nightmare. Everything else is secondary.
Taking her seat, Twilight gave Pinkie Pie a thin smile. Once again, she felt the warmth of her determination filling her heart. She could endure this. She could handle being presented with altered versions of ponies she knew. She could stay strong, stay focused, and stay positive. Even the idea of a mare like Trixie being her teacher wouldn’t phase her. Twilight smirked as she let her eyes roam around the classroom, noting the maps and posters and other school paraphernalia. She had bested the mare twice; getting information out of Trixie would be easy.
As Trixie took up her position at the head of the class, Twilight was already crafting a list of questions she wanted answered. History, politics, medicine; she was eager to get as much information as she could from the now friendly teacher. Considering it was supposed to be a secondary school level class, Trixie would have to know something relevant to Twilight’s mission. Even if the curriculum were slightly ‘dumbed down’ for a mixed classroom, she could still find some way to make it benefit her.
“Good afternoon, class,” Trixie said as she took an unnecessary bow. The rest of the students loudly returned the greeting. Levitating a piece of chalk, she turned to the blackboard. “Today, we are going to be starting something new called long division.”
Twilight groaned as her head slammed into her desk.
Two quick notes.
The first is that there is an Asylum Fan Group now, for those of you who feel the need to feed my ego and make my head grow even further. Plus, for those who are not happy about commenting upon theories in the comments section (I don't mind, honest!) the forum there is perfect for you.
The second thing is that there will be a wave of new fan art coming from two great artists: dreamingnoctice and conicer. Here is a sketch / teaser of one of them (click here for a link to the full thing):
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I am still in awe of what they draw. It is amazing!
You always seem to update when I have nothing better to do.. I don't know what else to say. I'll shut up and read now.
Yes
You know, this chapter made me think of the Asylum levels of The Darkness 2. I can't believe I haven't made that connection before
Anyway, Teacher Trixie? That's new. But I'm sure she can pull it off
And if not, Twilight can be the substitute teacher
I CAN'T WAIT FOR TWI TO KICK THE SHADOWS ASS!! WOOT WOOT
Twilight hasn't got better, from the looks of things. I feel bad for her.
So Trixie's a teacher? I suspect that her "misery" is related to a failed career in show biz. She couldn't make it as a star and was forced to take a mostly menial job as a teacher to pay the bills.
Well.
My reaction to this chapter is a series of repeated "Oh no"s in a rather delighted way. Sort of like the feeling when you're at the top of the lift hill on a roller coaster, sitting in the front row, and you know whatever happens next is going to be awesome.
This story is fun.
Assuming that Celestia wasn't just apart of Twilight's delusions, then this world is the dream( or accurately, the NightMare) and Darkness shall forever be upon the land.
No, Twilight. Everypony is suffering. You must shoot for 100% completion! A perfect finish!
Enter the shadow.
Nice to know that this isn't the real world, but I'm still nervous about Twilight.
That ending scene was brilliant!
So what I'm getting from this is that the shadow creature sent Twilight to the dream world in a position in which is unable to use her greatest ability: magic. In the event that she became aware of her real memories, she would be still be left somewhat powerless as her magic is silenced and her friends, supposedly under the same spell as her, don't have any recollection of their previous lives in Ponyville. Though it would have made more sense to separate the six.. unless the dream only consists of the hospital and there's no life outside of it, and any memories of such are just fabrications created by the shadowy creature.. bluh.
I'm just surmising at this point...
Loved the chapter.. :)
I just realised that my desktop has clouds that look like ducks. Huh!Another excellent chapter. I look forward to reading the next exciting instalment.
Finally, a chapter that didn't add more questions than answers!
Can't wait to see how Twi breaks her friends out. I eagerly await another update!
Until then, enjoy this mustache.
Also, a possible theme song:
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Excellent song choice!
its the fking zerg rush everybody run!
Trixie's the teacher, huh? I can only imagine how this will end... I like what you did there, though. Explaining Twilight's dislike of Trixie in the Asylum world, once again leaving open the possibility that she really is crazy.
Speaking of which, you've turned things around on us so many times so far that I'm already expecting the next chapter to contain some new evidence that it really is all in her head...
Write on,
Legion
I think the wait was quite worthwhile. I really enjoyed this story so far and I can't wait until the next update. I can see that at least one of my predictions for the story has been correct that being the fact that there is someone or something else controlling It. This was a very well written, planned out, and unrushed. I am looking forward to the next chapter and I'm looking forward to many others after that.
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But the author knows better than to pull some shit like that... again.
I hope
Just when I was getting ready to go with the "Twilight is actually crazy" theory, you drop this bomb. Well played, Daemon, well played...
This was a VERY good chapter.
The moment the Pinkie mentioned their teacher, I just KNEW it was going to be Trixie. It was too perfect.
The things Celestia told Twilight MIGHT not be accurate, but they do line up extremely well with what has happened so far. If it is true, then it's more or less what I had expected; evil Twilight is the result of the shadow thing she saw when she returned to Ponyville, and the shadow thing is the REAL force behind all this. Plus, I doubt the description of the ponies as "twisted reflections" was arbitrary. We've already seen a literal twisted reflection in the form of smile Twilight. Plus, as I recall, the rest of the Mane 6 seemed similarly twisted when Twilight visited them.
I really loved the part with Twilight letting it all out and hugging Applejack, followed by A.J. wiping her tears away. I'll probably eventually do a fanart of that scene, since it was so sweet.
Reading the descriptions of what Twilight did in Trixie's class before was amusing. I hope they weren't too hard on her when she got in trouble, though.
Also, the ending was hilarious. Learning long division in what would be the equivalent of her senior year of high school must feel VERY demeaning for Twilight.
So now we have the question: "Is Twilight imagining Celestia's voice?"
I'm going to remain skeptical until further evidence comes to light.
So is Twi definitely not crazy now or is it still up in the air? Also as Twi thinks Trixie will be easy I'm expecting Trixie to be hard to get anything out of.
I've stopped trying to speculate and am just along for the ride whenever it goes...
If Celestia's voice was real, and the scenario panning itself out is the shadow trying to keep Twilight and the others locked in a nightmare, it actually makes perfect sense. This really does change my theories around, but let's think of it how this shadow is making everyone behave in a way that's much like their real selves:
Twilight Sparkle - She's trapped in a world where she cannot use her magic, everything she knows is "wrong," and her friends are all suffering in different ways and she has no idea how to help them. It's the ultimate test of friendship in a world that's determined to beat her emotionally.
Applejack - She's always been the most responsible one, among friends and family. She pretty much runs Sweet Apple Acres, she is most reasonable among the group, and she loves family over all. In this world, she's left all that behind for a life that is constantly testing her, leaving her wracked with guilt (especially since Twilight trying to fight it makes her wonder if she's qualified at all). It's a very tightly-woven emotional scenario, rather similar to (my personal favorite) Twijack romance stories, on how AJ and Twi can have a relationship when the former is practically set in stone at home.
Pinkie Pie - She obviously feels like she hurt or killed somepony here. That's the ultimate deflation for Pinkie: she hurt or killed a pony in something she meant to be good. It wouldn't change her completely, but she would be emotionally destroyed deep down and thus never be her true self fully again.
Rarity - A pony who wants to help others, to give, and to be seen as a lady. While we don't know enough, she's suffering in that no matter what she has done, she doesn't feel like she has helped anypony. After all, whatever happened to Sweetie Belle made her leave most dramatically.
Rainbow Dash - Her loyalty has amounted to violence. Rainbow has always been a strong defender of those she cares about, but never aggressive and mean. Here, she is the opposite of who she truly is.
Fluttershy - She's shy and demure, sweet and soft-spoken. Here, she is suicidal, so guilty feeling and with no self-esteem, she cannot function.
Spike - He's a dragon in a pony's world. Technically, he shouldn't exist, and that's how he feels at times: the odd one out who shouldn't be there. Whether it's another pet taking his job, living among ponies, or the relationship he and Twilight shares, he is truly the one who "shouldn't be there." Then there is the fact that he isn't there, except in Twilight's "dream," more trapped than she is.
Lyra Heartstrings - The only one to believe in something, and everypony thinks her crazy for it. Poor thing.
Trixie Lulamoon - A pony who wants to be the best, to accomplish much, and to strive for being all she can be. In reality, her ego makes it impossible for her to accept somepony is better, and thus goes to great distances to push everypony beneath her. Here, as a teacher, she's technically better than everypony, but doesn't have to prove anything. It's what she really wants, but how she is suffering is that, technically as a teacher, she cannot have friends, just pupils.
Welp, the story deepens. I cannot wait to see what happens next, now that Twilight has a goal. Here's hoping she can beat the shadow... and here's hoping the shadow's real and it's not just an excuse for her to act out here!
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Good plan.
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You realise that the Shadow and Princess Celestia contacting her may or may not be real as Twillight has a mental disorder?
While it's interesting that you brought Trixie in not as a patient but a staff member, I feel as though you could've built the tension a bit more before showing her. If you had waited until the last minute to reveal her it could've been funnier, as it stands it got a chuckle. Still good work.
Now I wonder about this personal stuff they're all suffering. Are all of the ponies who've been taken by the Darkness inside the asylum or suffering their own personal nightmares?
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Maybe in this world, Spike is a dog?
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...And there I go ruining that.....
That ending... I laughed.
That being said... who says that Celestia was really there? If anything, that could reinforce the notion that Twilight is insane. Her mind has supposedly created false memories, who's to say it can't create voices in her head?
2731627 She heard a voice in the whirring of the bathroom fan. Clearly that proves she is sane.
Woahoawhoahohaoh
It has been a WHILE
2 months? maybe?
I can finally read 3 new chapters.w00t
Glad you're still working on this
Time to read then.
So, let me get this straight, while I add speculation. Some sort of shadow ($20 says Shmooze), has taken all the ponies in Equestria and put their minds into a sort of 'nightmare', in which a good portion of which are deemed 'insane'. At the same time, their bodies are being controlled by the shadow. The shadow hasn't taken control of Twilight's mind yet, but hasn't taken over her mind, and is the voice in her head saying she IS crazy...
HOLY SHIT THAT EXPLAINS SO MUCH! That explains the voice in her head, why she couldn't perform the spell against the Doppleganger Twilight, and why her friends hated her when she was back in Equestria during her dream. And you did without actually confirming or denying that she isn't crazy, so this could all be a delusion!
Damn, THAT is some fine writing.
Wow, 4 new chapters. Better get reading!
Thank you Daemon for the happier tone of this chapter. And one thing I wanted to bring up, was throughout the story, Applejack has called Twilight "sugarplum" instead of what she says in the show, "sugar cube" However in the scene right after Twilight's talk with Celestia, Applejack does call Twilight "sugar cube". Does this mean that Applejack is starting to return to normal, Or am I just going totally insane?
FINALLY a chapter that does not leave me with the strong will to SMACK the author with a hammer
Keep going my good sir
Oh boy...
On the bright side, WE ARE VINDICATED! Celestia has spoken, and it wasn't some cruel trick! Or at least, it hasn't yet been revealed as being some cruel trick.
Daemon, if this is part of some nefarious scheme to raise and then dash our hopes, I will find you I'm not sure what'll happen next, but I'll certainly find you.
All right! Who's ready for some GREAT and POWERFUL learning?
I feel an odd kinship with her about now, and anyone has who has been forced to redo the things they already know because they learned it ahead of time.
I cannot express how much this chapter made me laugh. Still, I like that you presented an alternative to the"she really is crazy" which could still be made up in her mind. Looking forward to more.
Nothing can stop, the dark smooze
Don't even TRY
I hope Twilight isn't crazy, or at least, Doctor Rose gets fired or even arrested. That character has "Crooked Goon" written ALL over him.
He called one of his patients stupid when she asked a deep question, he was either sworn to silence by the Dark Smooze (that's what I'm calling it, or maybe Darth Smooze) or is too lazy and too unprofessional to answer her when he kinda HAS to by law (or rather, by America's law, which this world isn't too different from)
for some reason I can imagine Twilight getting all of her friends together for a song ..
row row row your boat
gently down the stream
merrily merrily merrily merrily
this life is but a dream
that and using math to prove 2 + 2 does not equal 4 and breaking Trixie's mind ...
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Perhaps Trixie's purgatory is having to teach Twilight.
No no, hear me out- she tries to be the best at what she does. She wants Ponies to look up to her. She has a showman's personality; that's a good thing for a teacher. The best of them know how to make thing interesing for their students, to engage them, to make them want to learn.
And then she gets Twilight. Little Twilight Sparkle, a filly stuck in an Asylum, confrontational, full of anger... and a genius to boot. A filly who, from the sound of it, repeatedly tried in the past to take Trixie apart, who belittles her, insults her skill, her intelligence. A filly who won't let Trixie reach and help her. And who might even be right when she says that she's smarter than her. That must be pretty terrible... to have a student throw all your efforts back in your face like that, and deep down knowing that the sick little crazy girl is probably spot on with her insults.
I'm relieved to know that there's the possibility of a happy ending :) This is probably my favourite story on the site (that I'm aware of) - keep up the great work.
Ha! I was right that it truly was Celestia.
Now an evil shadow that moves as though it was alive...
Shadow! How'd you get in the story??????? And why are you torturing the poor ponies???
Shadow: *is eating lunch* Hm? I'm not doing anything!
2731658 Because of what you wrote, I'm starting to think, that RD attacked AJ because of what happend to Fluttershy.
You know what's so beautifully tragic about this chapter? that Twilight being a patient suffering from schizophrenia with delirium of greatness can genuinely believe that the darkness of her dream is the cause of her problems and that only she can stop it.
Then again in this chapter, aside from the conversation with the princess, there'er still some clues that might point that indeed this is all an illusion created by the darkness. On of them is Cheerilee, who introduce herself to Twilight and never said her name and yet it's obvious that Twi knows who she is and what she looks like because of the "real" world. But the real important one was provided at the end of Celestia's message, Twilight must trust and believe in the magic of friendship if she is going to surpass this shadow, and of course she ignores it by trying to do everything herself........... just like with Nightmare Moon
Trixie feels a bit like fan service unless she serves a more important roll in the future
overall a somewhat slow chapter but enjoyable non the less
Just by reading the comments, I think its proven that the best part about this story is speculating whether or not Twilight is really insane. I still stick to my guns and say she is.