>You watch glumly as Moondancer runs down the carpeted hallway in hysterics, veering out of sight not too long after
>Right now, you suppose you'll just have to hope that she's either too shaken up to talk about this, or has the good sense to do as you said
>She just saw someone die, right next to her, and YOU put her in that position
>It's not a fun experience, though...
>You take a deep breath, Moondancer's bloodstained coat in your hands
>Watching someone die, well, you just did that as well, and while you're shaken, freaked out, you're not... Collapsed, or freaking out beyond control
>That scares you a little
>Right now, you have to find someone to... Offer to Discord
>Fuck, you're not sure you can even do this
>Everything's so fucked, but...
>No, just walk, do what you have to do
>You walk down the hallway, making your way back down to the main area
>On the way there, you toss Moondancer's coat into the garbage, and hope it gets lost in some dump forever
>The costume contest seems to be over, most people milling about in the large entrance area of the convention
>While many people have left, there's still a sizable number of people still here
>Oh fuck, what are you even supposed to do...
>Pluck someone out for death?
>That...
>Maybe you can just walk around the convention floor and hope to find it in yourself to bring someone with you
>All these fucking spergs...
>In their Naruto cosplays...
>Talking about slash fiction...
>You can't even get mad right now
>There's a buzzing in your pocket
>"[Don't keep me waiting TOO long, Twilight]"
>You stop in the middle of the convention hall, a sense of impending doom lolling over you
>This... How are you supposed to do this?!
>Letting out a distressed sigh, trying not to let your composure slack too visibly, you spot someone staring at you, alone and far away off in a corner to themselves
>Zecora
>As in the Everfree Park, so too here, her stare gives you the creeps
>She knows Discord, she came here to speak with him
>Fuck it, maybe she can help you
>It can't possibly make things any worse
>There's not much else you can do...
>You make the walk over to Zecora, somewhat secluded from the others
>In this corner, you can barely hear the chatter of the horde of spergs behind you
>Zecora, despite being dressed as a slutty schoolgirl samurai, has a definite air of authority around her
>You stop a couple feet in front of her, unsure of what to say
>There's a silence between the two of you before she straightens up and looks into your eyes
>"You are unlike Discord's other... Pet."
>She puts some disdain into that final word
>"You are a pet of his at all, are you? Despite how he may speak of, who I assume is, you."
>You're not quite sure what she's getting at
"I-I don't..."
>Zecora stares off past you
>"What is it that you want?"
>Why did you even come over to her?
>If she's doing the whole 'creepy staring' thing, maybe she wants something from you...
"H-Help... And what do you want from me?"
>"There are many who wish to see him gone..."
>Is she saying she'll help you?
>Or something?
>You explain the situation to her
>Discord's insane 'hunt', and that he's threatening you if you don't comply, but nothing more
>She scoffs indignantly
>"There is no sense to that man..."
>Zecora turns back to you and sighs
>"In this situation, you must do as he wills."
>That's no help at all!
"But—"
>"Simply go with the yellow one next time. Perhaps you will not be put in these situations forever."
>Zecora turns away from you and walks away
"But... Wait!"
>She ignores you and disappears into the throng of autists
>FUCK
>That was no fucking help at all, fucking cryptic striped mixtape dropping—
>"YOU."
>On your right side, you spot the extremely overweight Light Yagami
>"You're supposed to be dead!"
>He begins madly scribbling in his Death Note, clearly straining as he writes your name down with showy pizzazz
>Even if this guy is total sperg piece of shit who deserves to die
>That doesn't mean he literally deserves to die
>The dude's just extremely autistic!
>Fuck
>As NotVeryLight Fagami finishes, he looks up at you, peeking over his notebook, panting
>After what's probably 40 seconds, he looks confused
>"WHY?!"
"It's not a real fucking Death Note you idiot!"
>The guy goes back to scribbling...
>It's then that the pager in your pocket goes off again
>"[Tick tock]"
>FUCK
>Okay, maybe this guy doesn't deserve to die, but...
>Him, or you and all your friends and family?!
>Ugh, is this Light Yagami logic supposed to be ironic or some shit?
>Fuck fuck fuck... There's no getting out of this, is there?!
>"Twilight Sparkle: Heart Attack."
>You breath in and out, deeply
>This guy...
>He stomps his feet as, miraculously, you survive another attempt on your life
>"YOU... YOU SLUT!"
>What the fuck did you fucking do to this guy, aside from reject him harshly?!
>Fuck it, if the guy's willing to, in his own mind, literally try and kill you...
>Just don't think, Twilight
>You walk towards him, pushing your way past him
>"Hey!"
"Go fuck yourself."
>You turn around, the guy following after you, constantly writing
>Jesus, maybe this guy has some sort of literal brain condition, and—
>No, don't think about it
>Just lead him up to...
>This... You're not doing anything wrong...
>It's...
>"TWILIGHT SPARKLE: AFTER REJECTING SCHOONER, SHE IS RACKED WITH GUILT AND COMMITS SUICIDE BY HANGING"
>Schooner continues following you, through the convention
>You enter the same elevator that you'd been in with Moondancer, though, this time you know full well what for
>What the Prime Sperg really was
>This whole hunt
>Discord... It's almost like he just wants you to be another him
>Or that he thinks there's some psychopath bubbling under your skin
>There isn't, though, is there?
>You... Maybe you're bringing this Schooner guy up to...
>But...
>You wouldn't if you had any other choice!
>This isn't your fault...
>No, it is...
>Fuck, you don't know what to think right now
>Schooner stands in the opposite corner of the elevator, still writing in his fucking notebook
>At this point... It's not anger inducing
>It's not even vicarious spaghetti
>Just incredibly sad
>You try to get a hold of yourself as your breathing becomes more erratic
>"Is it happening?! Is it working?"
"What is your problem?"
>"Twilight Sparkle, I was kind to you at first, but you have incurred my wrath!"
>Before you can say anything, he goes back to writing frantically
>At this point, you're almost certain he's, at best, a literal sperg
>God, there was a point in time when you'd, at least in your imagination, gladly be doing this sort of shit
>The elevator door opens
>You hesitate, but...
>It's this, or everyone you care for will...
>Without thinking, you find that you're already outside the elevator
>Somehow, you end up in front of 324-G
>No...
>Fuck...
>You can't do this
"Schooner, just go away..."
>"NEVER! NOT UNTIL I HAVE WROUGHT MY WRATH!"
>His hand criss-crosses across his Death Note, pen in hand as he cackles
"Please! Just get out of here! I—"
>The door behind you creaks open
>Fluttershy pops her head out looking miffed, as usually
>"This fat fuck, huh?"
>Schooner growls
>"IF I HAD THE SHINIGAMI EYES, YOU TOO WOULD BE DEAD YOU YELLOW WHORE."
>At that, Fluttershy strides out into the hallway, shoving you aside
>"TWILIGHT SPARKLE: AFTER—"
>Fluttershy socks him in the mouth, causing him to fall onto his back, stunned
>"Help me get him into the room."
"N-No! I-I changed my mind! I-I-I can't do this!"
>Fluttershy rolls her eyes, Schooner gripping at his face
>You just stand, dumbfounded and paralyzed, as Fluttershy drags the fat cosplayer by the legs and into the room
>Fuck, she must be stronger than she looks, even if she looks pretty in shape to begin with
>No, is that even the thing to be thinking about right now?!
"Look, I... I brought someone, so..."
>"And now you have to see it to the end. That's the point," she says, finally dragging Schooner into the room in full
>With no other choice, you shuffle into the room after them
>Discord is lying back on the bed watching television, two corpses at the foot
>That dudebro guy...
>Must've happened while you were gone
>"Twilight! My, what do we have here?"
>"WHEN I GET THOSE SHINIGAMI EYES, I'LL KILL ALL OF YOU!"
>Discord pauses, then breaks out into uproarious laughter, wiping away tears
>"Twilight, I've done this hunt often, and... Well done. You win this year's hunt, by far. By far!"
"I... I don't want to do anything more than I already have..."
>Discord shrugs
>"Too bad."
>Without warning, Discord tosses a knife at you
>You scamper back and to the side, barely getting out of its way
"WHAT THE FUCK!"
>"You were supposed to catch the thing!"
>Discord looks on at you expectantly as Fluttershy begins taping up Schooner, who is screaming about the Death Note the whole while
>Looking down at the knife, you can't bring yourself to pick it up
"I... I can't do this!"
>You bring your back against the wall, sliding down it slowly
>"Do you want Treehugger's head in a bag or in a box?"
"NEITHER!"
>Discord throws his hands up in the air
>"Then I guess you know what you have to do!"
>Schooner is writhing on the ground, now gagged
>The knife is at your feet...
>You pick it up in your hands, trembling, and look over at Schooner
>He... He's not even afraid, simply frothing mad, blubbering through his gag, eyes of pure sperg rage peering into yours
>"Well? Just do it!"
>Fluttershy shrugs
>"You're wasting our time! You're so fucking uncool."
"I-I..."
>God, what the fuck does 'cool' have to do with any of this?
>Just another one of her 'you're too lame for Discord' things again?
>Standing yourself back up on wobbly legs, you shamble towards Schooner, blade in hand
>He's able to
>No, this is wrong
>This is too fucked up
>There's no way you can...
>Schooner is able to lather enough spittle onto the duct tape around his mouth to slide it off
>"YOU THINK YOU CAN KILL ME WITH PETTY GAIJIN WEAPONRY LIKE THAT! YOU FOOLS! EACH OF YOU WILL BE PUT INTO MY DEATH NOTE!"
>Fluttershy growls
>"SHUT HIM UP, TWILIGHT!"
>You bring the knife in front of you, pointing downwards, holding it in both hands, ready to plunge it downwards
>Fluttershy and Discord watch as you falter, unable to go on
>"Twilight, really... You're going to choose him over yourself and everyone you know? You know he's already dead, right? What's it matter if it's you?"
>Discord chuckles
>"Don't believe in yourself. Don't even believe in the me who believes in you. Believe in the you who believes in yourself! You can do it!"
"I... I can't!"
>You turn the knife on yourself, no intent to DO anything
>Discord wants you alive, right?!
>Discord laughs
>"Oh, yes, go ahead."
"Y-You don't think I will?!"
>Discord stretches on the bed, giggling to himself
>"YOU BAKA GAIJINS WILL ALL PERISH! TWILIGHT, THIS YELLOW SLUT, AND YOU TOO, KAMINA!"
>Fluttershy grits her teeth
>"Twilight, just do it before I do!"
>You look down on Schooner, your view obfuscated through tears
>"ALL OF YOU! DEAD! BAKA GAIJ—"
>Schooner's voice turns from a yell, to a gargled scream, to a foaming moan, a knife lodged deep in his throat
>It doesn't take long for him to become completely silent
>The only sound in the room is that of a knife hitting flesh, over and over, along with Discord watching National Lampoon's Vacation
>"FUCKING ANNOYING PIECE OF SHIT!"
>Discord groans
>"Fluttershy," he says, drawing her name out in a whimper, "what was that for?!"
>She doesn't respond, straddling Schooner's body as she drives the knife through his blobby flesh over and over, scowling and shrieking with a mad look in her eyes
>You stumble back and drop your knife before falling to the floor
>Discord sighs and turns to you
>"Fluttershy, you know her... A bit impulsive at times. That's why you ought to do things quick, Twilight!"
>No, fuck...
"B-But..."
>Panting, Fluttershy slides off of Schooner, caked in a fresher layer of blood
>Jesus Christ...
>"That looked like a bit of a work out."
>Fluttershy frowns
>"He wouldn't shut up... Twilight took too long. Discord, I told you about her... Now you have to punish her. I told you! She isn't like us!"
>Discord crosses his arms
>"Do I really HAVE to do anything, Fluttershy?!"
>"YES! You saw! She hesitated!"
>She glares at you with a twisted sense of victory
>"Let me do it! Oh, how about her dad! Discord, you—"
>"Fluttershy, I didn't realize you were the one making the rules around here!"
>"N-No, but..."
>Discord turns to you
>"Twilight, I've decided that you can't really be held at fault here. I'm sure you were right on the cusp of doing it..."
>"BUT—"
>"Fluttershy, the whole point of all of this was to help Twilight loosen up. Like Kevin Bacon! And look what you did. You hogged all the fun. How can I blame Twilight for something YOU did?"
>Fluttershy clenches her teeth and begins walking towards you with knife in hand
>You recoil and close your eyes
>"Fluttershy."
>She shrieks
>"WHY?!"
>"Because you ruined what could have been the perfect end to the perfect day... I'm very disappointed."
>Fluttershy turns to Discord and scampers off over to his bedside and kneels down
>"Please," she says, her voice now much more meek, "Please, you have to punish her! What can she do that I can't?! Why won't you just—"
>Discord places an index finger against Fluttershy's lips
>"Shush, please. Just so you know, I WAS going to do something, but... Your behavior, right now, well... I'm very disappointed in you, young lady."
>You watch from the floor, confused and quivering, as they talk
>What the fuck...
>In a way, you can almost thank Fluttershy for being her usual cunt self
>And Schooner...
>You're disgusted with yourself, but you're feeling extremely relieved
>Unlike the last times you'd seen someone die, right now, you're fine
>It's just... It's just the shock, and the overwhelming feeling of knowing everyone's still safe, for now
>Except for Schooner, but...
>Discord finishes talking to Fluttershy, you hadn't paid attention to what they were saying
>"Twilight, what do you say we all sit back and watch some Chevy Chase in his prime?!"
"I... I don't have a choice, do I?"
>He shakes his head, smiling
>You crawl towards the bed and up onto the mattress
>"Ah, ah. Twilight, you'll be on my right side this time. Fluttershy, scooch over, will you?"
>"B-But..."
>Fluttershy whimpers as she complies
>You settle down next to Discord, squirming as he puts an arm around you and Fluttershy
>"Now this is the good life! Sitting back, watching classics with my girls!"
>Fluttershy doesn't reply, too busy...
>Sobbing, apparently
>Softly, but you can still hear her
"Y-Yeah..."
>At least...
>At least you made it through today, if only by the seat of your pants...
>At the cost of...
>Don't think about it
>You watch as Clark Griswold heads on his cross-country journey across the country to Walley World
>A trio of corpses at the foot of the bed, just out of sight