Title:           The Song
Author:          RPBN
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First Edit:      Saturday 29th of September 2012 06:01:14 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 29th of September 2012 06:01:14 AM CDT

>You’ve been in Equestria for a while now.
>And things couldn't be better.
>You’re sitting at the café in P0nyville sipping some coffee and reading the newspaper.
>You see a group of p0nies singing and dancing.
>It looks like Pinkie is doing one of her musical numbers.
>Those are normally entertaining.
>But you don’t really pay much attention.
>She does this every other day.
>You just sit there with your coffee enjoying the atmosphere.
>When you notice that your name is being chanted.
>You look over your newspaper to see a crowd of p0nies led by Pinkie Pie.
>They’re bobbing up and down to a beat you can’t hear and saying your name over and over.
No thanks Pinkie; I’m not a very good singer.
>She looks confused and keeps bobbing and chanting.
Pinkie stop. I wasn’t really paying attention; I have no idea what you guys are singing about.
>Now she’s worried. She looks at you pleadingly.
Pinkie, I can’t hear the music. I don’t know the part, and I’m tone deaf. I can’t help you.
>She’s bobbing, chanting, and smiling, but her eyes look as though you’ve just given her a death sentence.
>The other p0nies mirror her expression, some are openly weeping.
Look, can you stop singing for a moment?
>They keep going.
This isn’t funny Pinkie, knock it off.
>And they don’t.
>You leave the café and they follow.
>Chanting and bouncing as they go.
>You notice the crowd is growing.
This is getting out of hand Pinkie, stop it.
>She just looks at you sadly.
Screw this; I’m going to see Twilight.
>You barge into Twilights house because it’s a public library.
>TS: Hey Anonymous, what can I do for you, and where’s that music coming from?
What music?
>She starts bobbing to the invisible beat.
>TS: Oh, is this a Pinkie song?
Yeah, I think she wants me to solo, but I can’t hear the music and I don’t know what she was singing about.
>TS: WHAT!? Anonymous you have to finish or we won’t be able to stop.
Wait, really?
>TS: Yes Anonymous Anonymous Anonymous
>And she starts, she’s smiling and singing. She looks absolutely terrified.
>You hear another voice upstairs, Spike joined in the song.
>You get an idea.
>You get a piece of parchment, and write a letter to Princess Celestia.
Dear Princess Celestia,
P0nyville is trapped in a Pinkie Pie song and I am the cause. I don’t know my part and I can’t hear the music. Please send help.
 
Anonymous.
>You go to Spike.
I have to send this. I’m really sorry.
>He can’t nod, but his eyes tell you he understands.
>You place the note on the ground.
>You pick up Spike, turn his snout toward the letter, and punch him in the stomach.
>The message is sent.
>It doesn’t take long for a reply to come.
Dear Anonymous,
Sing your part or you’ve doomed us all.
 
Celestia.
 
Well fuck.
>Okay, you can do this.
>You go outside to where all of P0nyville is waiting.
Okay, I can’t hear the music, but I’ll try to finish my part.
>You see relief in the eyes of a few of the p0nies.
>You sing, badly.
>You go through show tunes, oldies, nursery rhymes, and half remembered Pinkie Pie songs.
>You sing all day and well into the night before your voice gives out.
>All the while, the p0nies are vamping.
>Granny Smith is the first to drop.
>You push through the crowd to get to her.
>She’s not breathing.
>Applejack Applebloom and Big Macintosh are staring daggers at you.
>While singing your name happily of course.
I’m sorry, I tried. I don’t know the words!
>You begin to cry in the midst of the pleasant vamp.
>You try until you pass out.
>You are then nudged awake by singing p0nies and you try again.
>It’s the second day, and most of the older p0nies have dropped.
>You grieve for everyone.  
>Now the children start.
>First Sweetie Belle, her little heart could take no more.
>Rarity actually managed to get a chocked sob out between iterations of your name.
>Then came Scootaloo, you held her hoof in your hand as she passed.
>When Applebloom went you had to stay clear.
>Big Mac wants to stomp a hole in your ass.
>You don’t blame him.
>By the end of the second day half of the p0nies have succumbed to exhaustion and death.
>There are a few children left, but they won’t last the hour.
>You’re huddled up in the fetal position surrounded by happily dying p0nies.
>And there is nothing you can do.
>By morning of the third day there are barley a handful left.
>Pinkie is too weak to dance anymore.
>You sit next to her gently stroking her mane waiting for her to pass.
>It won’t be long.
>She doesn’t have tears to shed anymore and neither do you.
>As you look in her eyes one last time,
>you don’t see anger, or recrimination.
>Just pity.
>She’s not singing anymore.