Title:           2edgy4me: Song-based One-Shot
Author:          Equitech
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/aPnsfQQp
First Edit:      Tuesday 9th of July 2013 02:18:07 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Tuesday 9th of July 2013 02:18:07 AM CDT

So an Anon posts this:
 
"Okay AiE
Write a story based on the last song you listened to."
 
Here's what I wrote.  
 
>you wish you could say that coming here had been a good thing
>at first, it was
>but try as you might, you couldn’t protect the ponies from yourself
>not that you had harmed them physically; you had been very protective of every creature you’d encountered
>some feared you, but you were calm and gentle
>so what could go wrong?
>something did, obviously
>it had started the very moment you’d arrived
>as a human, you had a darker side
>everyone has one
>regardless of the balance that most have between good and evil
>even if you were more on the lighter side as a person
>there was still darkness in you
>desires, thoughts, violence
>there were ideas and concepts in your mind
>just the way you formulated your sentences did…  Something
>utterly insidious
>undetectably pervasive
>nobody noticed across the months
>not even Celestia, Luna or Twilight
>through years of your simple presence, you changed them
>you didn’t even notice
>but slowly, as time went on
>you knew something was off
>interspecies relations had soured
>paranoia, doubts and petty vendettas festered
>with one sentence, you threw it over the edge
>a single lungful of air through your mouth had doomed you all
>and it happened long, long ago
>not even you could remember the words that you would need to atone for
>an eternity wouldn’t be enough
>you’d betrayed the very creatures you had sought to protect
>not by selling them out, or lying
>not by spying
>but simply from your presence
>you had betrayed them by walking into their domain
>and now, the stone-faced, starving guards slump against the crimson-stained Canterlot castle walls
>behind their sunken eyes you could hear the fear that was drowning their minds
>on the edge of panic, they all stood and waited for the scratching and skittering of their enemies
>burrowing under the defenses
>the alliance between the diamond dogs and the changelings had only fueled a fire of screams
>those flames would roar in unison when they finally drove through the Equestrian defenses
>you had tried to help
>when the situation went from bad to worse, you’d left to find allies of your own that would help Celestia and her forces
>a kinship was forged between you and the timberwolves
>fearsome beasts in combat, like your pups they were
>they had all perished
>you sit against the broken, emaciated statue of Discord
>it wasn’t long after you’d arrived that he grew out of control and had to be set to stone again
>he was still in the gardens
>gardens they were no more
>ruins was too kind a word
>resting your head against the cold stone, your eyes water at the sight of the home you once called your own
>you wish to rise again with your wolves, but that will never happen now
>birds fly above, the hot fires of misery and tormented laments filling their wings
>vultures
>their talons rubbing together in anticipation for the feasts to come
>sitting in the destroyed rubble, there are still equines that breathe and move
>they crawl towards you
>towards this old, broken statue
>they’re all sick, injured, scared
>simply waiting for the armies to march from the underground
>from here to that underworld, from the heartless to the broken they all crawl
>you try to stand
>you have to overcome this loss
>you can’t let this defeat you, your will won’t let you
>your will was always strong; it’s what damned you in the first place
>but as you see the starving guards
>the screaming, heartless and broken ones below
>the sounds of armies deep in the soil
>the vultures circling in the sky
>you forget what has to be done
>and all you’ve overcome
>falling back down, you cough
>that arrow in your back feels cold now
>painting the broken statue with your blood
>you crane your neck, looking at Discord
>the red splotches covering him looked breathtaking
>you whisper to this altar of the sick one last time
“Who is to say there’s no art in dying,”
 
Arsis: Starve for the Devil - From Soulless To Shattered (Art In Dying)
http://www.darklyrics.com/lyrics/arsis/starveforthedevil.html#3
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=--pcCKH1FzM