>it had been a week since Rainbow Dash's death
>it had hit you a lot harder than the others
>perhaps it was the spontaneity of it that had gotten to you
>or the fact that Rainbow Dash had been a good pony and you had killed her
>you shook your head
>it had been necessary. Pinkamena might've been the one to wind up dead instead
>despite any misgivings, you knew her safety and life were paramount
>despite knowing this, you couldn't shake the feeling that something was about to go horribly wrong in this situation with Pinkamena
>Pinkamena had been very affectionate with you since Rainbow's death
>you had the scars to prove it
>you took solace in her embrace, it was the one source of comfort you still had admist the sea of turmoil your mind had become
>other thoughts had been plaguing you as well
>like why the hell could you barely remember your life from before all this with Pinkamena had started
>how had you even gotten to Equestria in the first place?
>you did you best to push these thoughts aside as you sat on a bench in the local park
>the sun's warmth was rather relaxing today
>a strange thought struck you
>here, the sun doesn't even rise on it's own
>"Hello Anon," a voice from beside you greeted
>you nearly toppled the bench over backwards in surprise
>the purple unicorn that had been the source of your disturbance giggled slightly at your response
>"Oh, hi Twilight Sparkle," you greeted sheepishly. "I was just thinking about...some things."
>"I could tell," she answers, hopping onto the bench beside you and lay-sitting like these little horses tend to do
>there a few moments of uncomfortable silence and you try to think of what to say
>"Sun's nice today," you comment idly.
>"Isn't it?" Twilight agrees enthusiastically. Princess Celestia has really outdone herself today."
>she pauses for a moment
>"I once remember you telling me where you came from the sun and moon rise and set all on their own. That's such a strange thing to consider..." Twilight trails off
>had you told her that? You couldn't recall.
>"I could say the same thing about them having to be moved manually," You counter.
>"I suppose that's fair," she concedes.
>"I didn't come over here to discuss that though," she continues, looking up at you and into your eyes.
>"Something is troubling you Anon. It's practically written all over you..."
>had you really been that obvious?
>"It's nothing I can't handle," you assure her
>her gaze is unflinching
>she isn't buying it
>you had wandered around for a few hours aimlessly, trying to sort out just how much Twilight knew about the situation
>if she had suspected you had had a hand in the recent disappearances, she wouldn't have just talked to you so nonchalantly like that, you'd reasoned
>and had she suspected Pinkamena, you imagined she'd have been much more direct in pressing you for details concerning her situation
>you decided it was time to head home
>you let yourself into the house
>you were shocked by what you saw
>there were slight scorchmarks on the walls and floors, and a few spots of dried blood on the floor
>you start to panic immediately
>you rush through the house, searching for Pinkamena
>to your relief, you find her in the bathroom, snipping small locks of her mane
>you notice that the ends of it have been scorched
>"Oh heya Nonny!" Pinkamena greeted you happily
>"What the hell happened here?!" you ask incredulously
>"Oh it was just the beeeeest day!" she replies. "Twilight came over to visit!"
>that explained the scorchmarks
>but what the hell had happen-
>"We had so much fun," Pinkamena continued unabated. "She was a little...reluctant at first, but I convinced her to see it my way!"
>"Where is she now?" you ask quickly. "Is she still-?"
>"Oooh, somebody's eager," she comments, placing a hoof on your thigh. "Yeah, I didn't end the fun without you Nonny. She's in the room, you can go see her if you want. Show her just how fun you can be!"
>you rush into the chamber where you'd had your special brand of fun so many times before
>and there she was, Twilght Sparkle, looking like she'd been through seven kinds of hell
>which wasn't an entirely innacrate assessment
>"A...Anon..." she moaned in your direction
>"Yes...it's me..." you answer, feeling complete misery
>"This...this is what you were involved in...wasn't it?"
>blood was still oozing out of a few of the cuts on her body
>you didn't answer, letting the hanging silence be your form of tacit admission
>Why...?" she asked weakly. "Why is Pinkie Pie doing this...we were...such good friends..."
>"She says you all abandoned her," you explain, unsure of why you were even bothering to explain things to her.
>"Says that she has to show you just what it feels like to be scared and alone like she was."
>"That's...I..." the tears begin to flow out of her bloodshot eyes anew
>You move a bit closer, sitting beside the bed and placing a hand on her shoulder
>she winces a bit from the contact on her sore form, but accepts it
>"I...I love her," you explain. "It's my responsibility to do the things she asks of me. I owe her that much for having given me so much."
 
>"Love her?" Twilight asks, in disbelief of what you'd just said
>"Yes," you reply. "Her love is the only thing that's kept me going through all this madness. Knowing that she'll never leave me, will never abandon me."
>"After the things she's done?" Twilight responds. "After the things she's made you do? How could that ever be considered love?!"
>anger well up in you and you squeeze her shoulder hard, prompting her to let out a cry of pain
>"You could never understand," you tell her. "Pinkamena and I share a very special bond, one that no one else in the world may be able to understand, but it is very real. Don't ever suggest such a thing again, do you understand me?"
>Twilight nods in agreement
>well, as best as she can manage between her restraints and the unicorn magic suppressing headgear
>You smile, giving her battered form another assessment
>Pinkamena had really worked her over
>you were honestly surprised she was even conscious at the moment
>"Do you ever think about your life before all this started?" Twilight asked after a few more moments of silence.
>"Not really," you lied, unconvincingly
>her response was cut off by the door swinging open behind you
>"So, whatcha up to Nonny?!" Pinkamena exclaimed happily
>She pauses for a moment, noticing the distinct lack of any new aggression having occurred since you'd entered
>"What's the matter Nonny? You wouldn't wanna keep Twilight waiting on having all sorts of fun, now wouldja?"
>you look at her, and she looks right back
>you raised you fist slowly above her face
>her look doesn't even shift
>she knows what you have to to do, and she's prepared to accept it
>but why?
>that hour you'd spent subjecting Twilight to more abuse and violation was the most difficult hour you'd ever experienced
>she'd cried out in pain, begged for it to stop, but you knew she was putting on an act for your benefit
>why was she going to such great lengths for your benefit, when you were her tormentor, and a murderer?
>it made no goddamn sense
>it'd be so much easier if she'd just hated you like the others
>the though plagued you all night long, you didn't get an ounce of rest as the sun started shining through the window the next morning.
>Pinkamena announced to you over breakfast she had some things to take care of today and wouldn't be back until that evening
>she admonished you not to have TOO much fun with Twilight today, and you knew what she meant
>you watched her leave after the meal was concluded, wondering what sort of errands she had to run
>shaking it off, you headed back towards the room where Twilight was held captive
>"Anon..." she greeted weakly.
>"Twilight," you answered evenly.
>"I...don't think I'm gonna...last too much longer..." she breathed, more tears welling up in her.
"Oh...oh no..." you start to panic. If Twilight died while Pinkamena was away, you'd-
"It's allright..." she responded. "I know now what's...been going on here...I...don't blame you for this, Anon..."
>fucking hell, she really was slipping away
>panic starts to well up inside you
>watdowatdowatdo
>"But...this has to stop..." she continues. "Promise me...after this...you'll stop the killing..."
>suddenly, her eyes flash glowing white
>what the fuck was happening-
>the headgear exploded violently off of her head
>guess it wasn't built to restrain a pony who was essentially a living avatar of magic itself when her powers were fully realized
>was she going to kill you?
>was this some sort of adrenaline surge right before she died?
>you realized if she was going to kill you there wasn't going to be anything you could do to stop it
>"Before I'm gone...let me set you...free..." Twilight's voice had a very disturbing echoing property to it now
>her horn is aglow with power
>you find yourself telekinetically restrained to the floor
>much to your surprise, she gently floats over to you instead of reducing you to your constituent atoms
>her horn softly touches your forehead
>you feel a surge of energy coursing through every part of your body
>but the physical sensation is like nothing compared to what is happening in your mind
>it felt like trying to set your own broken arm, except mentally
>thoughts, memories, emotions, all flashing by in a million different directions at once
>your family back home on earth
>your confusion as you'd awoken in a field outside one morning
>being found by the talking ponies from that cartoon you'd loved
>getting to know a few ponies in town
>then one night it had happened
>you'd blacked out after a particularly raucous night of drinking and awoken...here
>with Pinkie Pie
>no
>with Pinkamena
 
>then the memories of recent events flashed trough your mind
>the endless tortures you'd endured
>the slow loss of sanity as it had become overwhelming
>you'd been desperate to cling to anything to keep yourself grounded in reality
>and the only thing you'd had was Pinkamena
>it was her
>it had always been her
>she had done this to you, molded you into this monster you'd become
>she had taken advantage of your devotion to exact vengeance on her friends
>and you knew one other thing
>she wouldn't stop after they were all dead
>she'd keep on killing
>and you'd be standing there beside her, helping to enact the atrocities, telling yourself the whole time it was all for her
>it had to stop
>and you were the only one who could end it
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>you snap back to reality, feeling your throat burning
>you must have been screaming for a long time
>you take assessment of the room
>everything is in shambles, destroyed by the surge of magical energy
>at least the walls were still intact
>you gaze down at the body of the unicorn who had been the source of the devastation
>Twilight had sacrificed everything in order to free you from Pinkamena's grasp
>you reach down and close her eyelids with your hand, giving her lifeless body a small kiss on the crown of her head as you do so
>you'd be damned if you were going to let her death -all the deaths- have been in vain
>you were going to stop Pinkamena
>somehow