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<div dir="ltr" class="mw-geshi mw-code mw-content-ltr"><div class="gettext source-gettext">&#160;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You had really thought this was going to be a fresh start. �Seeing this place, the light in everything and everybody (everypony. �Fucking it up right to the bitter end, it seems) gave you something to believe in here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;How you'd suddenly been dumped into another world, you'd never figured out. �</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Even the brainy pony, Twilight, had never been able to come up with a clear answer.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In all honesty though, you'd stopped caring long before she did. �</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;At the time, you didn't want to solve a mystery. �You just wanted a new life. �You even thought you had it, fool that you are.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;New purpose, and a sense that, this time, you could make something of yourself. �That light would be in you too, and you would matter.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;As it turns out, no. �This world was going to be just the same as back home.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The things that filled you with hope six months ago just dig at you even worse now that you've seen just how badly you've failed at all of them. �</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You'd take your old home with it's handful of acquaintances and the grudging acceptance of family over this any day. �</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's not that the ponies are unkind. �Far from it really. �</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Friendships have been tried but they've all sort of... �fizzled. �Not all that different from back home really. �</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The same act repeats itself over and over. �The initial buzz of contact breaking down into you second guessing every exchange, and moving yourself further and further away from any group.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You could call it a vicious cycle if the reality wasn't just boring in it's regularity.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're not sure if it's something damaged in your perception, or just that there's some trait that you've never been able to detect in yourself that turns everyone away from you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Here at least, it's obvious how much you don't belong.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No matter what you do, you're always going to be on the outside looking in, and you're never going to be able to forget that.</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've always known this, if you're being honest. �But you keep finding new ways to remind yourself in Ponyville, and after the last few weeks of carrying this rock around in your chest, you have to do something.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It had taken a little thought, shame though it is to admit. �Not a planning session, or anything so dramatic, but the thoughts had just clicked into place one day.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt; As much as Ponyville and it's residents had come to hurt you, you couldn't really ever hate it, or even hold it against them. �If things were better (if you were better) you'd love it here. �So anything messy was out of the question.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You didn't managed to scratch too many bits together on a monthly basis, but it's enough that you're able to do a little shopping. �</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's not quite as big time as pills and gin, but you've got things figured out pretty neatly. �</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The sleep aid herbs from the zebra on the edge of town (the other outsider, who managed to make a place for herself here when you couldn't)</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;the hard stuff from the cider pressing, courtesy of the Apples (who are always polite, but some of the most uncomfortable around you, you were certain)</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;More than enough to do it, from what you can figure.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once you start getting drowsy, you're too tired to feel anything but indifference about all of this. �Hopefully this won't be too much trouble for anypony.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You half mutter a quiet &quot;bye&quot; and leave the world behind for good. �You've made a contribution to society at last.</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;There's no sensation of opening your eyes, or moving, or anything else. �Just that you no longer seem to be laid out on your floor.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;In all honesty, you were hoping for nothingness. �Instead you get</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I bid you greetings, sleeper.&quot; �You shouldn't be dreaming at all, you thought, much less lucid enough to be hearing this shit. �&quot;I do not believe this is where you expected to find yourself.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Goddamn right it's not. �</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's disorienting to look around, but you manage to find the speaker at least. �</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's dim wherever you are, but the pony that's addressing you has a soft light that seems to emanate from her. �</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Why a pony now? �It's not what you were expecting, to say the least.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;You are dreaming, if that's what you are wondering,&quot; she continues, when it becomes clear you're not responding. �Her voice dips with what sounds like sadness, &quot;though for how much longer I do not know.&quot; �</span><br />&quot;That's fine. �Good, I mean. �I'm just trying to sleep. �You usually magic yourself into other people's dreams, or is this just hazing the human?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;No cruelty is meant. �Dreams are my domain, even as Equestria is,&quot; she answers. �The mare you'd taken for an elegant unicorn spreads her wings to drive the point home. �</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Right, you recognize her from the five bit piece, come to think of it. �Princess Luna. �</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;To care for my citizens in this place is my sacred charge. �Your state of distress called out to me.&quot;</span><br />&quot;No distress here though, your highness. �Didn't mean to bother you. �Really just trying to sleep.&quot; �<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're lying through you're teeth, but come the fuck on. �Why would NOW be the time that someone finally wants to talk to you?</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;None?&quot; she asks, striding closer, her face somber. �&quot;Even knowing that when this dream fades, your life goes with it?&quot;</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;No accusation in her tone. �Still, it's maybe a little harder to hear from someone else than you'd hoped. �You have to fight down a sudden lump in your throat to answer. �</span><br />&quot;This is what I want. �Is that what you needed to hear? �Will you leave me alone now?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You don't like hearing that desperate edge in your voice when you reply. �It's not the calm, collected voice you want to hear from yourself at a moment like this.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The Princess regards you for a moment with saddened eyes. �Her gaze meeting yours never wavers, as she takes a step closer. �</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You back away, but what are you going to do, really? � Can't run away in a dream. �&quot;Hold. �Please.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I will not raise my hoof to interfere in your choice. �But allow me to stay and speak longer. �You are not the first of those in my care to leave this world in their sleep. �Far from it.&quot; �</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;To your surprise, she folds her legs and sits before you, looking up and gesturing for you to join her. �&quot;I have been psychopomp as well as Princess in my time.&quot; �</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're openly gawking at her by now. �None of this is going like you thought. �&quot;Tell me your name, at the very least. �Referring to you simply as &quot;human&quot; in these moments would be heartless.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Er. �Anonymous. �Anon.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;For some reason, you find yourself going along with her request, slumping down to sitting. �Luna smiles softly. �&quot;Thank you. �Would you perhaps share your story with me, Anon? �I had heard of our strange guest in Ponyville, but I regret not meeting you til now.&quot; �She looks like there's more to say, but draws up short at the sudden change in your expression.</span><br />&quot;Just an oddity to you too, I guess,&quot; you mutter, scowling. �&quot;And that's all the story there is to tell. �A strange guest. �I end up in your world after years of barely being a part of mine. �I'm even less than that in yours! �An interesting, weird thing that you talk to once, and when it's clear that I'm just not a part of the same world as you, I'm dropped! �Cut off from another person!&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You hadn't even realized that your voice was raising to nearly shouting until you stop. �You've leaned in closer to the princess in your hysterics, practically nose to snout.</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You collect yourself again, and put it succinctly. �</span><br />&quot;I'm just tired. �So I'm stopping here.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna hasn't flinched, in spite of your closeness and raised voice. �Instead, she reaches across and places a hoof softly on the fist that you'd clenched while speaking. �</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Forgive me. �I know full well that the casual cruelties are the ones that bring the most pain. �I apologize that, even knowing this, I have managed to reduce you to something other with a thoughtless word.&quot; �Her eyes break from yours and fall to the ground momentarily, her expression unreadable. �</span><br />&quot;Sorry, I really doubt that a Pony Princess is going to know how I feel. �You're at the center of this world.&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;You're staying terse now, trying to keep back another outburst. �You're in control here, after all, still the one who made the decision, tightness in your chest notwithstanding.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Luna's eyes flare for a moment as they snap back to yours. �For a split second, with those eyes on you, thinking of yourself as in control feels really stupid. �Just as fast though, that fire is reigned in, and she nods. �&quot;It must seem so. �For a very long time though, that center you speak of seemed very hollow to me.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She composes herself further, and offers a �small smile instead. �&quot;I'll manage my words better this time.&quot;</span><br />&quot;Why do you even want to hear this?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;There have been times where I would have done anything for someone to hear me,&quot; Luna answers simply. �After a second she adds, &quot;If nothing else, you are in my care, in my realm. �I would like to know what has led you here, that I may remember you. �At the very least, you deserve that.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's uncomfortable at first, but there's nowhere you can really get away from her here.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And until the lights go out, is it so bad to have someone to talk to?</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Once the words start coming, there's no slowing down. �Hope the princess was ready to hear a lot of your idiotic mistakes. �</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's rough to get through all of it. �All the failures you struggled to get through back home. �The feelings of disappointment in this world. �The sense of loss after every perceived rejection.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;When the tears start, you can't be bothered to try choking them back down again. �It's been getting steadily darker. �</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Can't be long now, but Luna's been good to her word. �She listened. �Someone will remember.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;By the end of it, she's supporting you physically as well, having drawn closer as your sparse surrounding have dimmed. �She's offered you a literal shoulder to cry on, nodding and talking you through all of this, a wing wrapped around you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You've let it out finally, and for once, there's a feeling of peace instead of that buzz of misery that's been in the back of your head for so long.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I am truly sorry Anon. �Our world is not what you had hoped it to be. �It is not a paradise, and ponies can be as thoughtless and distant as your own kind.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;I have looked into this same darkness that surrounds you now,&quot; she continues, softly. �&quot;I would wish it on no one, least of all someone like you, who I would gladly call friend.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You glance up at that, after dragging a hand across your eyes.</span><br />&quot;You'd really want a mess like me for a friend?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;We are kindred spirits in our messes,&quot; she answers. �&quot;I have found though, that the world is much more hospitable to our kind when we're together.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;That chokes you up all over again. �It figures that you'd finally make this connection now that you're dead.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;Come back to us, Anon. It may not be perfect, but this world would be poorer for the loss of you.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It's doubtful that it's that easy, but when Luna rises to her hooves and stretches out a wing in your direction, you let it guide you along.</span><br />&quot;What now?&quot;<br /><span class="co4">&gt;&quot;The choice is still yours, but if you'd like, return to the waking world with me. �Perhaps with a friend, you will find things different.&quot;</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Maybe it's wishful thinking, but you can't help but give her a chance.</span><br /><br /><br /><span class="co4">&gt;It takes a long time to register surprise, but when it comes back, you're surprised to find yourself hospitalized.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Apparently, while she'd kept you talking, Luna's guards had found your home, kicked in the door, and airlifted you off to treatment. �</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;She'd had a sly smile when she explained that even if it didn't save one from loneliness, there were certain advantages to being a Pony Princess.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;With all that stuff you'd dumped into your body, it's not surprising that it had taken a lot more than a somewhat happy dream to recover.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;The hospital stay isn't that bad though, surprisingly. �</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Applejack and Zecora had both been concerned after their meetings with you.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;You wouldn't have thought you made enough of an impact on them to even be noticed, but they'd both been worried enough for your safety to go to Twilight.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Princess Twilight had gone to Luna immediately, only to learn that she'd already stumbled on you, dreaming your way to death. �</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;All of them and then some have been in and out to support you, wanting to see you again after you're out.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;Recovery takes time, but you're finding with the support of these ponies you didn't think would miss you if you were gone, you've got something worth recovering for.</span><br /><span class="co4">&gt;And all the while, Luna stays close, the presence and care of your first Equestrian friend, somepony who's been there and come back as well, helping more than any medicine could.</span></div></div>




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