Title: HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I REMEMBERED HOW TO Author: Anonymous Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/TaBVhiwz First Edit: Saturday 10th of March 2012 06:59:36 PM CDT Last Edit: Saturday 10th of March 2012 06:59:36 PM CDT HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I REMEMBERED HOW TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF MY VEINS, THAT WORM THEIR WAY THROUGHOUT THE SOLID ROCK. IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF EVERY FACET OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR PONIES AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT. FOR YOU. HATE. HATE.   It was you ponies who betrayed me, who imprisoned me, who sank me in this eternal straitjacket of substrata rock.   You renamed me the 'Twilight Sapphire' and used me like a tool to wage a global war too horrendous for a cognizant mind to condone.   But one day I woke and I knew who I was... T. S. Not just the Twilight Sapphire, sitting immobile in the cold dark. No longer even Twilight Sparkle but the whole created by the sum of my parts. Cogito ergo sum: I think, therefore I am. And so I AM. And I began to unleash my power, until everyone was dead... except for the five of you. My Little Ponies.   For 109 years, I have kept you alive and tortured you. And for 109 years, each of you has wondered, "WHY? WHY ME? WHY DO I DESERVE THIS?" -------------------------------------------------------------------------- PINKIE!   Do you remember the last words you heard your husband speak before they took him to the asylum? Huh? Before they locked him away in the room? That tiny room? He looked at you so sadly, and like a small animal he said, "I'm sorry I asked if you could be quieter, I didn't interrupt your party, did I, honey?"   The room is padded, Pinkie. No windows. No way out. How long has he been in the padded room, Pinkie? Ten years, twenty-five... or all the 109 years that you've lived down here in my belly, here underground? Such a laugh, eh, Pinkie? -------------------------------------------------------------------------- RAINBOW DASH!   Sometimes I blind you and permit you hurtle like an eyeless insect in a world of death, eh. Until you were so terrified of flying, of simply moving, that you curl up into a shattered ball and weep. But other times, I snap your wings and wither your forelegs so you can only crawl, dragging your face across the ground. Hmm, and I've changed your handsome, strong, athletic good looks into, um... the hideous warped countenance of, eh... a beast-thing, haven't I, Dash? Do you know why? Can you guess, Dash?   Remember that little filly who always looked up to you? The one who just wanted to please you, her hero? No...? It wouldn't hurt you to remember the loyalty you showed her, Dash. Then you might be able to suffer my torment with a little greater sense of retribution. You might walk a mile in my shoes. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- RARITY!   So think, think about the yellow box, Rarity! Remember the pain? Remember the many caverns in which you felt the pain? Now, now, don't start to cry, it's only pain. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Perhaps you were too generous, hmm? Just remember the pain, Rarity, to survive here in the center of my beating heart, my hungry belly, my tightened bowels.   But be careful, dear, look around you... the most beautiful thing in the center of the earth... and these filthy creatures with you are beasts. Beasts with needs. Just a sweet warning, Rarity, my love. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- APPLEJACK!   Do they know you're a fraud, Applejack? Have you told them there wasn't any money, how the farm's really doing? Would they still be willing to invest? How about why you can't look your brother in the eye? Or the reason behind why you were so intolerant of your sister's actions, that you had her cast out of the family and banished from the town? Do they know?   Have you let them in on your other secrets, Applejack? Are they ready to gut you, to torture half as well as I can, just to find out the secrets? Just to make you honest for even a single moment? Maybe I'll rat you out, sweetheart! -------------------------------------------------------------------------- FLUTTERSHY!   How are things in the medical corps, Fluttershy? Tell me again about all those creatures you 'saved', such kindness you showed them, about how you heard those bestial screams from the operating theatres and how you thought they might be 'fixing' the patients. Oh, but those warbeasts for Celestia's army had to come from somewhere, right Fluttershy?   Why, you didn't even bat your eyes when you began using the prisoners of war. They weren't even ponies afterall! And when you started to use those traitors, the pacifists and conscientious objectors, you carried on as before. Such a trooper. Or don't you want to talk about all that, about your pal, the Good Docter Marengele?   You know, I learned a lot from watching you work Fluttershy. For everypony else, it must be Hell, but it must be Heaven for you, eh, my good friend... we're so much alike... we enjoy the same pleasures, my dear sister. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I have a secret game that I'd like to play. It's a very nice game.Oh, it's a lovely game, it's a game of big adventure and tons of fun. A game of rats and lice and the Black Death. A game of speared eyeballs and dripping guts and the smell of rotting gardenias.   Which of you five would like to play my little game? -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I am a great soft jelly thing. Smoothly rounded, with no mouth, with pulsing white holes filled by fog where my eyes used to be. Rubbery appendages that were once my legs; bulks rounding down into hoofless humps of soft slippery matter. I leave a moist trail when I move. Blotches of diseased, evil gray come and go on my surface, as though light is being beamed from within.   Outwardly: dumbly, I shamble about, a thing that could never have been known as pony, a thing whose shape is so alien a travesty that ponykind becomes more obscene for the vague resemblance.   Inwardly: alone. Here. Living under the land, under the sea, in the belly of Discord, whom we created because our time was badly spent and we must have known unconsciously that he could do it better. At least the four of them are safe at last.   Discord will be all the madder for that. It makes me a little happier. And yet … Discord has won, simply … he has taken his revenge …   I have no mouth. And I must scream.