Prompt #435: "To Dream and to Die" by AimingSashimiG
Trigger Warning: Suicide
She had already gotten used to being in a land full of speaking ponies. She'd gotten over the presence of winged ponies which only belonged in myths. She had not only come to terms with the existence of magic but had met one of the strongest mages in the land.
So why was it so hard to accept this too?
The young farmer looked down at fragments of the broken mirror. Moonlight filtered through the broken windows, landing on her face. On the mirrors she could see the reflection, but the face she saw was not the face of a pony, it was the face of the very monster the young mare promised she would rid the farm of.
Despite all the surprises in her short life, the mare was shocked. Perhaps it was because this seemed so out of place. She had went from a world of corruption and betrayals to a land of friendly multi-color ponies. Sure, she had been shocked at first, and had to re-learn how to grasp things without fingers, but everyone here was so friendly. She was blessed to have come to this utopia, to be able to live in this dream.
But the jagged fangs that looked back at the farmer told her that she would never truly be a part of all of it. Ponies thought of her as honest, but only because she could lie so well. They saw her as dependable, but she was just looking out for her own reputation. She was a beast compared to all the ponies who inhabited this dream.
The pony stood alone in a ruined room, looking at the rope in her hooves, the one she had intended to use on the monster who ransacked the farm night after night. She decided that now was the time to use it. The farmer was skilled, tying the knot as she had done many times in the past. The lasso was flung over a beam, and the young mare stepped into position. The monster would finally be dead, and everyone would be safe.
Every dream had to end some time, after all.
Obs Ses:
When I was younger I think I used to fear the monsters that live in my closet.
You might say the monsters were only in my head, but sometimes I think that's exactly the problem.
It was an odd name for a mare to have, even as a middle name. This was the reason Twilight Sparkle never brought it up, even to her closest friends.
Odder than the name was the story of how it had come about. It was not a way to respect Twilight's grandfather, Sigmund Sparkle. It was not created out of the desire for Twilight to be as smart as the psychologist Sigmund Flank, nor be as strong as Sigmund of Nor-pony legend. It was not even a prediction that the young Sparkle would one day traverse the cosmos as Sigmund Hayn had.
"Pinkie... how did you know my middle name? Better yet, how did you know where my Father got it from? Even I didn't know that" Said a confounded librarian, backed into a cornered by an aggressive turban clad party pony.
"Destiny works in mysterious ways Twilight, or should I say, SIGMUND," said Pinkie Pie, playing with her crystal ball,"but enough of that, I am shocked that you thought I couldn't figure it out. Trying to pull a fast one on Pinkie, eh? Well it won't work Twilight."
"Pinkie, what are you talking about"
"Don't play dumb, Twilight, it doesn't suit a super ultra smart pony like you. Where were you at 1:03 p.m. this evening?"
"In the library like usua-
"Wrong! You were making a post on thirty minute ponies. You said to came back in an hour for a question none of your friends would know. Well, I came back in an hour I knew the answer, and I thought I was your friend, but evidently not given that you're trying to keep secrets from me. Well, it won't work Twilight, I know all your secrets. Like where you live. And where you work."
"Pinkie, I work and live in the same place, and all our friends know where that place is. Aside from which, it would be impossible for you to know all my secrets."
At this, Pinkie Pie was overcome by a fit of laughter. "What wouldn't I know? Your crush on Princess Celestia? Your irrational fear of mango juice that is exactly 13% concentrate? You really have no idea of the forces governing secrets, do you? You have no idea of the meetings during which ponies like me decide which secrets are kept, and which are leaked. I bet you don't even know that there is an organization dedicated to making sure promises are always kept...never mind, your ignorance is amusing so I'll forgive you for doubting Madame Pinkie's abilites. Good day to you, Ms. Sparkle."
At this Pinkie Pie left, not with a subdued chuckle, but with boisterous guffaws.
Twilight Sigmund Freud had never been so afraid in her life. Except for that time when she nearly drank 13% concentrate Mango Juice.
Krizak Comments!
I... I... what!? This was pure madness from start to finish, practically causing whiplash as it leaped from one idea to another. Twilight's bizarre last name with an even more bizarre origin (though shouldn't it have been that her mother had been in charge of her first name), Pinkie Pie referencing the prompt warnings and outing herself as a member of some sort of secret society concerned with secrets, and Twilight's fear of mango juice...? This was pure unadulterated crackfic.
