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Okay I have to admit that Fresh Prince song in the end got a laugh out of me.
I'm really glad that he's friends with AJ and RD again and they're helping him by protecting him from other griffons but darn that Lyndwin and her abusive ways.
Poetry, I can't do it. But you can, have an internetz for that.
There is, since the beginning one single thing, I'm grinning about...
You can implant new Memories, you can destroy and even delete behavior routines, you can disrupt the access to Memories, and by destroying or deleting behavior routines you can disrupt the access to the... how to put it... "muscular Knowledge".
But by the way all lifeforms brains manage to organize routines and Databases, it is simply not possible to delete memories, or overwrite them manually nor is it possible to get rid off muscular knowledge... sooner or later, if you are desperate enough by needing them your sub-consciousness will combing throw your brains stored Databases first to find 'forgotten' knowledge to help you, if it don't find some thing there, it starts to scan the dismembered and disrupted information chunks and try to find or build the needed routines and knowledge to support you in your needs... and so for the combined forces knowledge and routines are still there as a 'shadow' it will find them, slowly but it will find them.
And if this shit is proceeding to anon, one final day he will just snap and become from one moment to the next a deadly killing machine again.
I mean its seems that he is fighting it in silence and somehow even is aware of it, but he become slowly calmer about the cruel things with happen to him, that can be understood as a sign that he is loosing this inner fight, slowly but hi starts to loose the fight.
if it is so, he will sometime in the future start to shiver and twitch if he sees some one he really... dislikes, not like in fear or like of cold, more like Parkinson and a cold feeling will start to form in this throat and expand upwards till his entire head is ice cold, in this moments he will be absolute clear, will feel no fear, no anger, no threat, no regrets nor will pain bother him. right in this moment he would be controlled by his sub-consciousness and would even kill without any hesitation, IF the target of his... 'unlikeing' would come close to him.
The moment he have 'lost the fight' is the moment if he also feels some kind of fire in his chest, with will spread in a couple of moments towards his entire body.
In this 'killing machine mode' he would be able to kill even an opponent witch is ten times stronger, heavier and bigger, only very many experience would allow his opponent to stand against him and having a realistic chance to survive this minutes, brutally and badly wounded, even for sure crippled but still alive.
Don't misunderstand that, it is not a outburst of fury, it is a adaption to his cruel environment. After this incident he will never again be like he was before that, he will be aggressive, easy to anger, always very calm (in some way you can say ice cold), if force to protect some thing is needed he will only use the most destructive and most harming actions, will have no mercy any more and will be, if some one tries to stand up against him, extremely dominant and harmful. Only the ones with he accept to be allowed to have a higher rank for him as he self, he will allow them to speak up against him and he would accept (not tolerate, google.com... the difference between them) there actions no matter what they do towards him.
Gilda and Pinkie would be for sure have a higher rank for him, than him self... but if others... is doubtable.
Ow ... P.S. and if you would have a death with, you would only need to startle him and you would be killed in less than 4 seconds.
*gnarf...* now I'm satisfied.
Post reading:
Bera seams bearable, understanding and a nice fellow, for griffon standards
Fresh Prince... Fuck you OP.
i want to see anon just beat the crap out of that griffon that raped him. he human and proabably twice as tall as them. he should be able to beat them. Kinda makes sense you know?
Okay, so I almost can't stand how this story has abandoned the idea of going crazy (and has been abandoned period) and I am tearing myself apart thinking about how it would actually be a 'really' cool story if that were actually a part of it. Anyone interested, please give some little critiques or what you think of this little re-imagining. Not only that, but just to see if any consensus on whether anyone actually likes it 'better' or not, a little experiment:
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"The moment Applejack came into view and her voice rang out he couldn't hold back a twitch. A strong, sudden, intense twitch in his body that shook him and suddenly he could feel his pulse rising. He looked to her, and without a word, looked away and kept walking. He would call her out, but in truth, ever since that 'incident' at the farm he actually didn't know what to think. It was true he had been going through delusions. While he could swear it was real, he'd been tearing himself up over the thought that maybe he really was just...crazy? Her face was sullen, but to him it still had that savage grin. And the longer he stared at her, the more the walls around them shifted and darkened like the cellar, humming that low grumbling roar and echo. It was too much for him. It reminded him how little friendship meant to her anymore, to them, and to him. Knowing she would rant in her favor without end if he did nothing, he responded lowly to her with a shaky tone of voice. "What do you want with me? You know I want nothing to do with you right now."
"Aw, Sugarcube," It worked, she seemed just a little less confident, "don't be like that. Look, I really do want to apologize." Hang on here...
"Apologize...?" Apologize for what, exactly? Unless she was really going to say...
"Well, ah wanted to say Ah'm sorry about what happened at th' farm a while back." She looked down, blushing slightly as she walked slowly next to him. Enough to not see his eyes twitching, his arms shivering and his steps unsteady and randomly paced.
"You mean when you...for those two weeks, y-you took adva-ah-" He felt himself choke up slightly as a strange sensation started overcoming him. Something strong, something vicious, something that made him afraid. "Ad...advantage of me?"
"E-er, yeh, in the cellar..." Son of a bitch. "Look, Sugarcube, please forgive me, forgive 'us'. Ah, don't feel right with mahself and you know that. I really couldn't control mahself, the opportunity was just so...perfect at th' time and you know ah only did it because ah just really liked you...that much..." Her words seemed int-AGH! Intended...intended for her to sound innocent...like she were justifying what happened...what happened...
What happened? Was she admitting to what he thought was a hallucination?...No...oh god no, what if...no...nobody would believe him if he told them what happened. That was their intended plan, right? But if that really happened...his body suddenly felt sore, uneasy, his breathing sped up too much, he could feel himself become nauseous, his eyes were wide and twitching, but this time AJ could see him.
"Er, Anon? Is...is everything alright?" She seemed quite confused and offset by his strange bodily behavior, but he was staying quiet.
"No...what if this is a hallucination too? What if I'm just hearing what I want to hear? Or what if I'm hearing what I hoped wasn't true? What if...is she a hallucination? I don't know...I just don't know! What does she want from me?!" He began to stumble around, his balance being shaken and his head began hurting. He fell over, hitting the wall and sliding down into a sitting position. He gripped his head at the sides and began to- AGH! He BEGAN to...
"Anon! What's wrong? C'mon, hey, ah'll go get help! Just, are ya okay? Can ya hear me?" She panicked as she closed in on him and when the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes was her face right up close to him, it reminded him of the cellar...and he panicked.
"AAAHH! GET AWAY FROM ME! LEAVE ME ALONE! I'M NOT YOUR FRIEND, I HATE YOU! It's all true...IT WAS ALL TRUE! No...nothing's true...it's all fake, a lie, no one believes me...and it's all your fault! You're not even real, are you? The cellar, I thought it wasn't real...but you...just told me..." He yelled, then stuttered, and his tone became quiet like a whisper and AJ watched as he flailed around and put distance between them with a look of sheer terror in his eyes.
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Or something like that, I could go on but I'm not here to completely rewrite this fic, well, not yet anyways.