The Invincible Iron Manon (Part 9)

>Ow.

>You begin to feel again. You wiggle your fingers to check if they’re there.

>Yep. Alright. Toes.

>Shoot. Toes? TOES WHERE ARE YOU?!

>Oh yeah, cant move those that well when in the armor.

>You silly goose. All you do is over react. Time to open your eyes.

>The room is dimly lit. There are pools of glowing green sludge everywhere. Strands of the substance slink up the walls.

>Some form webs in the corners. You are currently held up in the air by them in your own personal web.

Jahvise?

>No answer from your buddy.

Hello? Is anyone there?

>Silence answers you. The room is completely quiet save for a faint humming coming from the pools.

Um…anyP0NY?

>Again, no answer. The world seems to be ignoring you.

>You hate being ignored.

HEY!

>No freakish bug things are going to ignore you!

>You shake back and forth in the web, forward and backward, right to left.

>RrrrIIIiiiiIIP!!

>The green chords tear, freeing you and letting you free into a pool of sludge.

>Like when walking into the castle, you strain to lift your arm up. Thankfully the puddle wasn’t anymore than ankle deep or else you might be in trouble.

I SAID HEY! Is anyone there? Whyd you shoot me?

>You make a note to yourself to shoot them back.

>Show them what for.

>Filthy bunch of bugs.

>Sware on ur mum.

>You thought over shooting them. That might start a huge war.

>Yeah, you weren’t a pony, but everyone seemed to count you as part of Equestria.

>Laws here were so complicated. As far as you know, even coming here could have started a war.

>Jahvise should have warned you against it.

>Good-for-nothing computer. Whats he do anyway?

>Its not like he shows you where to go, gives you information on things, and advises you on actions that are way above your pay grade which is sadly nonexistent.

>…

Oh god I miss him so much!

>You cry your eyes out like a sissy girl as you drag yourself along the hard floor.

>There was no energy in your body to stand. Barely enough to even stay awake. You must trek on though!

>You.

>Will.

>Not.

>Be.

>Ignored.

>Why is this a thing now?

>For god’s sake, brain. Make up your mind on what you want.

>Hoofsteps echo from the hall. You know, the black one that you cant see anything in.

>Except for the now faint blue light coming to the entrance.

>The light reminds you of the changeling’s eyes. The soulless blue. The empty stare they gave you.

>A small chill runs down your spine.

This was much easier when the armor was on!

>You grunt as roll to the side on the floor. Some green sludge sticks to the wall there forming a perfect hiding place behind it.

>”I heard some yelling from in here!”

>Some changelings run into the room chittering.

>Their skin looks more like a shell. It’s shiny and you cant see any hair or fur. No scales, no nothing.

>Suddenly the urge to be acknowledged left you as if some great force had placed it in you only so you would yell and attract the changelings.

Narrator?

>Shut up.

>The changelings jerk their heads, instantly locating the source of the sound. Your eyes meet theirs. Their night-vision eyes easily spot your garish form through the holes of the wall sludge.

I hate you narrator.

>The changelings stomp towards you angrily and threateningly.

Cant we just talk this out? Tin can to freakish bug creatures?

>One of the changelings horns glow. The sludge you’re hiding behind glows in response.

Oh come on, that’s just not fair.

>It unleashes itself from the wall and falls over you, wrapping you up like a sushi roll and constricting, pulling tight. You’re now immobile.

If I could, I would so blast you into smithereens!

>Your captors kick you, rolling you along the ground.

>Katamari would be proud.

So long day at work?

>They stay silent. Your world continues to spin. Your head doesn’t move due to the armor being off so thankfully your neck is safe from such worries.

I get it. Back on Earth, I did the same thing every day too. We had lights though so…you know. It was nicer.

>You get awfully close to a pillar sticking out of the ground. The changelings don’t seem to notice though and continue rolling you along.

Guys theres a big rock ahead of us.

>No response.

Guys I really like having a functioning neck. Can you like…move me a bit?

>Wow it’s getting close now.

You’re jerks.

>They send you forward at rocket speeds. Your face clashes with the mighty stone as it topples. Nothing stands in humanity’s way.

I hate you both. Just know that.

>They snicker behind you and roll you into a…actually bright room. Theres that glowing sludge EVERYWHERE. However it all seems to be organized.

>The room is circular, the puddles lining its wall. Chords of it stick from the floor to the ceiling in between the craters of ooze.

>In the center is a big chair that’s pitch black except for some green trailing down from it.

>It almost looks like hair but theres holes in it so obviously it’s just paint. No way hair would just be floating there if there were a gaping hole separating it from the roo—

>The chair has eyes.

>It also grows a wicked smile. You notice some fangs in there too.

>Wait a minute…that’s a pony! No, a changeling! This must be the queen you were looking for!

Ah ha! You know, I came all the way out here to complain to you. One of your subjects hit me in the sky before and…. Actually that’s it. THESE guys though! Wow don’t even get me started! You need to put some decency into your subjects, Missy.

>She chuckles from her throne.

So are you going to do something or not?

>”You’re not very bright, are you?”

>Oh no she di-ent.

Whatd you just say? Come say that to my face you little witch. I’ll have you know I built this armor in a month. I’ve created and solved over 300 mathematical equations that would blow your mind and completely change your view of the world. Back on Earth, colleges and schools threw money at me just to have me touch their chalkboards! What have you done? Raised a uncouth army of bug freaks? I swear to god mate, insult my intelligence one more god damn time and we’ll see which puddle of goop I lay your unconscious form in!

>Her eyes widened in shock and what must be awe in your statement.

>Surely she is filled with respect and knows her place beneath humanity’s foot.

>Why are you so racist?

>”At least I know who ‘Anon’ is now.” She sighs.

What?

>”The love I took was very potent, almost pure love. All of it was directed to a pony, or whatever you apparently are, named ‘Anon’.”

Whats not to love about me?

>”And the love just keeps pouring out. You’re like a never-ending fountain of self-importance. That’s probably the only reason you haven’t died yet. My guards tell me you fell right into a pool? That should have drained your love completely right then.”

>All this talk about people loving you makes you love yourself even more. You’d like to spend all day talking about yourself, but you have more important…alright more pressing matters at hand.

So who even are you? Can I get out of this thing?

>”I am Queen Chrysalis, ruler of the changelings.”

>Yes?

>…

…

>”…”

So can I go?

>”No.”

But why? Whatd I do to you?

>”You came to the Changeling lands—“

Map said Changeling Isle.

>”Shut up. You came to the changeling lands, broke the outside of my castle, TRESSPASSED in my castle, broke my love chords, and now THREATENED me. You’re not leaving here.”

Ever?

>”Ever.”

Don’t you think that’s a bit harsh?

>”Considering what you’ve done? Be grateful I didn’t kill you right away.”

>You chuckle.

>Shes actually >implying that she can kill you.

>”Whats so funny?”

Your mum.