Title: Alt-SciTwi, part 2 Author: nohooves Pastebin link: http://pastebin.com/UPN73LdX First Edit: Sunday 26th of July 2015 11:55:46 PM CDT Last Edit: Last edit on: Thursday 13th of August 2015 12:39:50 PM CDT +————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————+ |                                                                    | |    Looking for the archived update with all the spelling errors,   | |    lore discussions, shitposts, and images of cute cartoon         | |    horses? Follow this link:                                       | |                                                                    | |    https://archive.moe/mlp/thread/24038285/#24040165               | |                                                                    | +————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————+   >you are Twilight >and you are absolutely spent >without an external power source, the gloves draws energy from anywhere it can >the wearer, for example >you feel like you’ve aged decades >well, that’s a bit of an exaggeration >”dying of exhaustion” would be more accurate >maybe that’s why your heartbeat is so loud in your ears >and your ragged breaths >vision narrowing with darkened edges >another ribbon of light shoots out at you >you brought to your knees as you take a feeble swing >explosion, fireworks, sharp cuts >one of the sparks cut dangerously close to your right eye >you notice the top half of the pipe had been cut clean off >whatever, there’s nothing more left in you to keep it powered anyway >you toss the useless metal piece aside >Anon... >you’d carry him away if you could >the barrage seems to be over for now >but you *know* there’s another wave coming >your legs refuse to respond >you’re not sure if you can stay conscious any longer >with the last of your strength, you quietly whisper “I’m so sorry, Anon”   >the unicorn’s horn pulses with a pale blue light >another wave of rainbow beams start erupting out >it almost looks comical >Anon would’ve made a great innuendo about that >you smile to yourself >this is it >you squeeze your eyes shut >your face stings with cuts, sweat, blood, and tears >anon might perish here >you’ll certainly perish here >but dammit, it was worth it >he is worth it >you gave it your best shot for his sake >your dearest >your l—   >you collapse into Anon’s arms, completely limp     - - - - - -     >are you Twilight? >”—stay awake Twi—” >oh, you must be >a cool breeze washes over your face, playfully knocking your hair about   >the clouds dance in front of your eyes >it doesn’t seem that bad of a day >you wonder if all that awful ceremony is over and done with yet >there’s something off about the sky >it’s sliced open by a streak of rainbow >multiple streaks, actually >you want to stare at the gaping void, but you feel it staring right back >blood runs down your nose >okay, maybe you shouldn’t do that >you feel so sleepy >”we’re almost ther— EYES ON ME, SPARKLE” >he sounds familiar >doesn’t matter >you’ve got to get some sleep >there are no words that can adequately describe how tired you are right now >”—Twi, please, stay with m—“ >well, you’re not going anywhere >you’re not sure what this guy is going on about >your heartbeat finally begins to slow >what a relief >you need this >sleep, or die   >you are Anonymous >and you aren’t quite sure how you made it to the storage closet >with potentially broken ribs >and Twilight in your arms >she’s a featherweight, but you really shouldn’t be lifting any amount of weight in your condition   >your upper left side in serious pain >your breaths feel kind of gurgly >headache to end all headaches   >is this what hangover is like? >you feebly nudge the door open with your foot >it’s fairly tucked in ways inside the interior of the building >those rainbow “beams” shouldn’t be able to penetrate too far into the masonry >...you hope >you let the door swing close behind you           - - - - - -     >ignoring the pain and the massive bruise on the side of your torso, you gently straighten out Twilight >her head on your lap >she’s been out cold for a few seconds now “Twilight?” >gentle shake >no response >you can her hear breathing softly >her chest rising up and down >check her for any fractures, you idiot >you sincerely hope you didn’t just carry her like you did with a broken neck >you start patting her down >thankfully, her body seems intact minus some lacerations >there’s a pretty deep one dangerously close to her jugular >you tear your sleeve off and try to put some pressure on the wound >you notice something moving >her hand rises slowly >she grabs the makeshift gauze from your hand >”I think... I can do that myself” >she smiles weakly   >you’re so happy to see that she’s okay “TWI! oh god you’re alright” >you incline her torso a little and hug her from behind >you accidentally grab one of her boobs >it’s all so incredibly awkward and your broken rib burns your nerves for that insolence   >she coughs as you hug her a little too tightly >”A-Anon-nny you’re killing me again here” >oops >you pull away from the awkward hug >like an idiot, your hand brushes by her throat and she winces “OH god sorry” >you pull your hands from her in apology, dropping her torso >she nearly hits her head on the concrete floor >you’ll both drown in your spaghetti at this rate   >”just calm down, anon. deep breaths” >she smiles assuringly as she lays her head back on your lap “s-sorry. I’m just a little too glad that you’re alright” >that’s one heck of an understatement >it’s like having a planet taken off of your shoulders >her face wavers and warps around >something’s distorting your vision >whatever it was, it begins streaking down your cheek     - - - - - -     >you are Twilight >currently, you’re too busy drowning in pain >the bleeding has stopped, but that nasty gash on your neck is going to need some stitches >there are cuts all over your body, and they burn like holy water on a vampire >that’s not what concerns you at the moment >Anon, despite his injuries, carried you in here >you’re fairly sure that he’s suffered some internal injuries >and he’s crying >that scares you more than anything >it’s not like you haven’t seen him cry before >he’s not exactly the hardy heroic type >crying at the sight of a bugbear on one of your hunts >bawling when you two were stranded in the middle of the Twilight Science Fair firefight   >hell, papercuts would bring him to tears >he’s crying because he is happy to see you’re alright >after those scathing words you stabbed him with all those months ago >after severing all ties with him >after actively avoiding his presence for so long >(the RFID bracelet helped) >he still cared about you   >a healthier, more alive Twi would’ve teased him >but you’re in no shape to swap jokes with him >you’re not even sure you’d want to >this moment is worth cherishing >so, you raise your arm >ignoring the pain   >until your hand meets the side of his face >you just leave it there, gently stroking his hair >he quietly grabs your hand and sniffs   >yeah, definitely worth cherishing >”I thought I was going to lose you on the way here” >you smile “you can’t... get rid of me... that easily” >he chuckles >awkward silence “you know, I’m still kind of bleeding a little” >”oh, right” >he gently wraps the makeshift bandage around your neck   >as soon he’s done, you grab his hand >he flinches >you slowly move it over the bandaged area where the wound is “it needs... pressure.” >you’re a terrible liar >you place his hand over your jugular, clasping yours over his >you feel his pulse quicken >he can probably feel yours quicken, too >his thumb gently strokes your chin >this is just like one of his sappy animes >you stare at each other for a long while in silent admiration     - - - - - -     >you are anon >you and Twi are too busy feeling each other’s heartbeat >this is just like one of your sappy animes >a loud thunder roars outside, reminding both of you of your predicament >someone ought to do something about that horse thing “should we do something about that horse thing?” >Twi gestures that he should help her up >you comply >”—on my feet” >you pull her arm over your shoulder and get up >”outside, please” >you two begin walking towards the double-doors   >”remember those girls T-17 Twilight mentioned? the ‘Human Six’ with rainbow powers?” >you nod “yeah, and our universe’s equivalent aren’t exactly magical, per se” >”well, you’re half right. the girls by themselves don’t have enough magic in them to control the powers being siphoned from the... horse-dimension, for the lack of a better term” >you recall how every horse-Twilight was tied to one human-Twilight, but not every human-Twilight had a horse-Twilight counterpart >and the series of events basically ensured that even if both were present in the same dimension, they’d never be able to meet in person >you briefly wonder if you could snag a Nobel math prize from describing this apparent “Twilight Function” >Anon’s Law of Twilightivity >you salivate a little >”focus, please. anyway, ours tried to defeat a bunch of bitter ex-teen-pop stars by harnessing the rainbow power” “wait, really?” >”no, they were actually sea horses called The Sirens” >you can’t tell if she’s being serious or referencing some obscure progressive rock group “uh, right. and I’m assuming that without the horse-Twilight present, they were unable to control the power?” >she nods grimly >”exactly. remember The Portal Event?” >deadly tornado with “mysterious atmospheric anomalies” >eyewitness accounts of a “strange creature” looking through a portal of some sort >rainbow-colored UFOs >dozens dead >there would’ve been more deaths if it didn’t happen in the middle of summer >it almost caused your school to close permanently “yes, but what does that have to do with— ohhhh.” >”right. the power itself and the creature is supposed to be benign and temporary, but our Human Six dumped all of their power into the ritual. they simply didn’t have the critical element that acted as a safety conduit.” >she winces in pain and stops for a second before continuing >”my theory is that with so much energy leftover, the creature couldn’t dispel itself safely and went mad. it couldn’t just dissipate the energy over time—” >you groan >you wonder if it’s too late to kill yourself as Twi continues to sperg about horse magic     - - - - - -     >you are Twilight >you’re currently sperging about horse magic >anon interrupts >”TWILIGHT” >oops, right >you can get a bit too into this stuff sometimes “in short, it happens every year for about a month at a time and it’s going to get worse and worse until the energy dissipates” >”and how long for the energy to dissipate?”   >you had pondered this ever since you learned about The Portal Event >even managed to track down the Human Six for an interview >none of them knew when the energy would dissipate >or if it was even possible for it to dissipate >some of them theorized that it’d return >others believed it was gone forever >one thing they all agreed on, however, is that it’d get stronger with each manifestation >the only way to truly dispel it was to completely use up all of the ambient rainbow power >”like smothering an oil fire using explosives,” one of them had said >Sunset Shimmer   >you dig out a beaten and frayed note from your pocket | please let us know if it ever reappears | 555-1234 | —Sunny   >”Earth to Twi, you alright?” >Anon notices you fumbling with the note >”...is that from one of the six?” >you nod >you had an idea >if anyone knew the structure and weaknesses of the creature better than you did, it’s the Human Six >with their help, you just might be able to find a way to siphon all of the ambient rainbow power in one shot >but first, you had to get out of this place “we need to get out of this place” >”yes, we were doing just that, Twi” “no, I meant we need to get to my lab without getting killed by that alicorn avatar” >”aliwhat?” “horse thing” >”oh.” >he frowns >”how? the barrages are fairly rapid from what I’ve seen—“ >”THE GREAT AND POWERFUL TRIXIE MIGHT BE ABLE TO ASSIST WITH THAT”     - - - - - -     >you are Anonymous >you’re currently staring at Trixie in disbelief >she’s cut up and bruised, but appears to be alright otherwise   >she’s wearing a pair of gauntlets that look similar to Twilight’s >”TRIXIE! oh you’re alright!” >Twilight somehow finds the strength to pounce Trixie >they hug it out while you stand by awkwardly >”TRIXIE RECALLED THAT MISS SPARKLE GAVE HER THESE FOR HER BIRTHDAY” >she holds up her hands and wiggles her fingers >the gauntlet whines as it articulates the digits >streaks of rainbow-colored lightning arcs inbetween the fingers >all the while, she’s smiling >and frankly it’s a shade too sinister for your comfort >Twi is starry eyed, tears in her eyes >just glad to have her friend back >which one’s the evil genius scientist, again?   “wait, you gave her THOSE for her birthday?” >”well, ever since we— I decided to shun you, she took over” >she squeezes your arm half-apologetically and half-accusingly >you reply nervously “yeah, about that. I let games get in the way of my work and ruined you. I wouldn’t expect you to forgive me or anything, but—“ >Twi’s face creases with an awkward, forced smile >right, still a sore spot >maybe now’s not the time >good going, anon   >Trixie interjects, as though trying to break the spaghetti >”AS HER FRIEND, TRIXIE BECAME HER NEW EXPEDITION ASSISTANT. AND MUCH MORE” >there’s an odd tonal emphasis on the “much more” >she winks at Twi >wait >what >Twi smiles wickedly >she jabs your shoulder playfully >”and besides, she actually knows how to handle her equipment. dexterous with her hands, too” >they exchange bedroom eyes >nonono >is this real life >you begin sweating profusely >Trixie smirks >”TRIXIE AND MISS SPARKLE SHARE A LOT OF SIMILARITIES.” >god is dead >“INCLUDING THE SENSE OF HUMOR” >they both grin at you >Twi whispers in your ear >”gotcha~” >these girls will be the death of you       - - - - - -     >”speaking of handling things... Trixie?” >Trixie puts her hands down, attentive >”how long have you been keeping them powered?” >she ponders a little >”WELL, EVER SINCE ANONYMOUS PUSHED ME TOWARDS THE BUILDING. TRIXIE HAD TO BREAK A FEW LOCKS WITH THESE TO GET INSIDE” >Twi frowns >”that’s unlikely, the funnel is too far from us to power these directly... but that means—“ >she stares at Trixie >”are you feeling tired? tightness in the chest? tunnel-visioning?” >Trixie tilts her head >”TRIXIE IS FEELING PHYSICALLY NOMINAL BY ALL MEASURE.” >Twi puts on her ‘i am thinking’ expression >she begins murmuring to herself >”—but the minimum level needed to sustain it means that—“ >”MISS SPARKLE?” >She looks as though a light bulb went on inside her head >”no, nothing’s wrong. but you’re right, you’ll be able to definitely assist us.” >she puts on a grin >it’s more wicked than the wicked witch of the west >now *there’s* your evil genius scientist >”in fact, I don’t think we could pull this off without you, Trixie”