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Twilight is confronted with a terrifying proposition, one that seeks to rattle the very core of rational thought. She can rest assured that socks work orally, but what if, what if, what if, what if ...
They didn't.
Also, someone seems to be stealing her milk.
If only Spike weren't gone, but he is. He's gone.
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Well that was just downright bizarre:
Not a clue, my excuse is that it's half 4 in the morning for me and I'm to tired to be philosophical and analyse this shit for what is probably an obvious deduction. In reality I'm just not very deep.
Da fuck? Is this some kind of new feature? inb4 april fools.
Wat?
I need to reread about Helter Skelter
I'm just... so confused.
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It doesn't really have anything to do with the Manson murders, or much of anything else. The words are written more based on what sounded good, and a lot of it is the literary equivalent of found art. The question "what if socks didn't work orally?" (for instance) was taken from a message board conversation.
I do think I'll have to change the ending to be more esoteric, though. Last night I panicked right before publishing and ended up leaning on the Spike is dead theory, which I shouldnaeve done.
Sometimes...
You know what?
No, no purposeful comment for this.
So this is what happens when Twilight stops taking her meds?
So, what I think happened was that Twilight was unstable from not taking her medications and started stalking ponies. Again. Her target turned around, so she hid behind an umbrella stand, where somepony had taken a piss previously? The stand's owner told her not to piss on his umbrellas and to go to the outhouse over there, where she dragged the umbrella salespony, stuffed a sock in his mouth to muffle the screams, and killed him. Another pony passing by heard the struggle and thought nookie was being made, so when Twilight left, he checked to see if her 'boyfriend' was still in the outhouse and stumbled upon the body, whereupon he shits himself. Then Twilight gets worse and starts looking for secret messages, until the brown earth pony comes to arrest her?
I'll admit that I was a bit drunk while reading this (had to read it twice), but I think that the way it was written had more to do with my lack of comprehension. This story successfully simulates the haze of madness that clouds Twilight's perceptions and judgement.
so awesome
the writing in this even sounds schizophrenic
rambling and very loosely associated
i love it
That was confusing and amazing all at the same time, like someone was trying to sell me something I didn't need, with a false sense of caring.
This is remarkably alien; as in, alien in a remarkable way. I don't have any basis to say that it's a good portrayal of mental illness, but it's certainly a thought-provoking look at it (especially in the second half, where the conflicts are all over such mundane issues, as opposed to weird implied murders). I think its strengths run a lot deeper than its genesis lets on.
Well done.
while the style and execution in this were delightful, i'm not sure it has anything to do with ponies. even if we're to accept the premise that twilight seems to be struggling with a world around her reconciling itself with what the world actually is, applejack seems fairly off-kilter. we're unsure how much of our perception is coloured by twilight's thought process, but i'd imagine the bits narrated away from twilight are meant to be taken at face value, which leaves them a bit at odds.
delightful style though. hope to read more of your stuff that's a bit more adherent to its origins - the only joy in twisting something is if a semblance of the original remains, in my mind.
I missed this one somehow.
"What if socks didn't work orally" was a phrase that I didn't think would be anything more than a random bit of gibberish, but in the end, it all made such terrible sense.
You magnificent bastard.
It's hard to guess what goes on in the mind of a schizophrenic – schizophrenia is a vague term to begin with – but this seems pretty convincing. True, it's not really pony, but that's fine with me. I do hope someday to read a story of yours that doesn't make me worry about you.
2357780 I completely missed that. Thanks.
Well, that was quite something.
I guess this was a thing then.
This story taught me valuable lessons about friendship
I don't think I've ever read a story that made me feel completely not sober before. Until today. Well written, excellent.
I really don't know what to make of this.
Um.
Good job?
Hahaha Well, that was something else. An acquaintance recommended this story to me as an example of ‘realistic’ insanity, and in that regard, it did not disappoint.
Give the brevity and strange nature of this fic, I don’t have much else to say other than that. I have little experience with schizophrenics myself, but from my knowledge of how people act while under the influence of various narcotics, this seems fairly spot-on. And it was funny, too, which is great.
I didn’t even notice the murder-aspect until the very end - and even then, I didn’t consider much of the story in that context until I glanced at the comments. I assumed the fact that Spike was missing was just an oddity of the story, and the messy outhouse and the red that washes off Twilight only suggested murder to me in retrospect. I like that aspect of the story, though I can’t decide if it was done too subtle, or if I simply read the story too quickly and just skipped right over it.
The only thing that really confused me - and not in a funny way, either - was the scene from Applejack’s POV. First off, I’m not sure what you were trying to accomplish with this. We already know Twilight’s spitting mad; I don’t think using a third party reference point could really drive this home any further. And if that IS what you were trying to do - why did you choose to make Applejack’s perspective so… odd? She almost seems like she’s a little unstable herself. Overall, that entire scene just had me scratching my head.
Anyway. A fun way to spend a few minutes. Liked, favorited, commented. Good work. ~ Sable
I... I have no idea what is going on. This story makes me feel dumb because I can't understand what is happening. And then there's the fact that darf liked it, which cements the fact that something higher is going on here, but I'm too stupid to figure it out. Am I dumb?
So this happened then.
I think I'm crying.
Hmm, I immediately realised that Twilight killed this guy (somewhere around that part about removing stands after three days). I'm afraid about my state of mind...
Odd, but oddly fascinating. The twist on the title at the end... Brilliant! The rest, while likely accurate for insanity, did leave me kind of empty though. I think that's merely because I prefer sane (or at least sanely narrated) stories though, rather than any failing on the part of the author here.
I am so enamored of your prose and craft.
Hahaha, silly Twilight, of course socks work orally if you're an earth pony or a pegasus, how else will you put them on but with your mouth, the only thing you can grab stuff with?
Welp.
That was definitely a text.
Forgot to comment on this, only am remembering to do so now as I am promoting it.
A shame you left, Fiddle. This is absolutely brilliant. Atmospheric, dark, thought-provoking, something that deserves multiple re-reads. Brilliant work. Hope you're still writing.
Still don't understand the bit with the watch but the rest was pretty good.
See, folks? This is why Spike is an important character. Ponies die otherwise.
Leaving my review for this fic here, even if I doubt the comment will ever be read.
Disturbing and a little sad.
I feel fear and confusion.
Well, that was uncomfortable reading. Feels a little too AU to me for a non-AU-tagged fic, but still. Otherwise, despite the fact that I don't really like toilet humour, I rather liked this. Although "liked" isn't really the right word.
You are, by far, one of the best 'round 'ere, Fiddle. And I just love that you still follow... "me".
No idea why you'd ever consider following "me", my writing was even poorer back then.
Maybe it was for the laughs?
Anywho, vielen Dank.
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also, spike died at some point.