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by TheMajorTechie

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I can't feel my hoof.

I can't feel my hoof.

I can't feel my hoof.

Okay. Calm down, Twilight. You've lived for more years than you've bothered to count at this point. You've faced down world-ending threats before.

Keep.

Your head.

Cool.

I can't feel my hoof.

Well pull it out then, idiot.

But I can't.

Like, it's stuck.

The harder I pull, the more it feels like I'm about to tear it clean off.

The void that's consumed my limb tightens further.

I suck in a breath and feel for its edges. Or whatever equivalent it has to them.

Bingo.

My hoof comes free.

But it's the least of my worries.