
| Bruce_Mane #216583 1 year ago |
Some hundreds of years may have passed. I don’t know. Celestia has been
having fun for sometime, accelerating and retarding my time sense. I will say the word now. Now. It took me ten months to say now. I don’t know. I think it has been some hundreds of years. She was furious. She wouldn’t let me bury them. It didn’t matter. there was no way to dig up the ground. She dried up the snow. She brought the night. She roared and sent locusts. It didn’t know a thing; they stayed dead. I’d had her. She was furious. I had thought Celestia hated me before. I was wrong. It was not even a shadow of the hate She now slavered from every fiber of her being . She made certain I would suffer eternally and could not do myself in. She left my mind intact. I can dream, I can wonder, I can lament. I remember all five of them. I wish– Well, it doesn’t make any sense. I know I saved them, I know I saved them from what has happened to me, but still, I cannot forget killing them. Fluttershy’s face. It isn’t easy. Sometimes I want to, it doesn’t matter. Celestia has altered me for her own peace of mind. I suppose. She doesn’t want me to run full speed into a crater and smash my skull. Or hold my breath until I faint. Or cut my throat on a rusted Sheet of metal. There are reflective surfaces down there. I will describe myself as I see myself. I am a great soft jelly thing. Smoothly rounded, with no mouth, with pulsing blue holes filled by fog where my eyes used to be. Rubbery appendages that were once my arms; bulks of rounding down into legless humps of soft slippery matter. I leave a moist trail when I move. Blotches of diseased, evil gray come and go on my surface, as though light is being beamed from within. Outwardly: dumbly, I shamble about, a thing that could never have been know as human, a thing whose shape is so alien a travesty that humanity becomes more obscene for the vague resemblance. Inwardly: alone. there. Living under the land, under the sea, in the belly of Celestia, whom we created because our time was badly spent and we must have known unconsciously that She could do it better. At least the four of them are safe at last. Celestia will be all the madder for that. It makes me a little happier. And yet. . . . Celestia has won, simply. . . . She has taken her revenge. . . I have no mouth. And I must scream. |
| Alexplosion #216639 1 year ago |
I can almost recite the AM's Hate soliloquy verbatim.
Therefore, I approve of this |
| Anonymous #216704 1 year ago |
short version - over a long ass time she turns into a slug/blob like creature loosing its mind... |
| dragonSpike #216911 1 year ago |
Somepony wanna TL;DR Bruce's post? Did Dash kill somepony or something? Was it on the moon? Why's she on the moon to start with? |
| Anonymous #217345 1 year ago |
^ its a refrence to the short story I have no mouth and I must scream. |