-The Get Chapter 11-

-The Get Chapter 11-

 

There were no words.

 

Here you lay, soaked in a puddle of your own creation, while the pony you wanted to see least was desperately trying to avert her gaze. This HAD to be the new low; quite literally the utmost awkward situation you've ever been in, period. If you still had toes they'd be curled up so tightly right now that they'd easily cut steel.

 

"I... I thought you were asleep!" Twilight splutters in embarrassment, her discomfort plainly conveyed in her tone. "Why didn't you say anything if you were doing that?! I would have waited!"

 

Taking advantage of Twilight's sudden, immense interest in the windowsill you manage to re-arrange yourself into a sitting stance, deciding to ignore all the discomforting wet patches clinging to your coat.

 

"I didn't reply because I didn't want disturbed!" you hiss urgently to Twilight's back, to no reply.

 

Why was she here? Why now? This certainly didn't bode well. Twilight was currently at the top of you shit-list, and yet she still had the guts to appear before you face-to-face. Bubbling anger seeps in your chest, unleashing the ferociously grumpy beast inside you, and yet... why is Twilight's pretense making you feel intimidated?

 

"What... what are you doing here? What time is it?" Self-awareness was sky-rocketing with each word issued from your squeaky mouth. The room is still covered in darkness, but you're certain that the side of Twilight's face you can see twitches at the sound. Did... she just smile?

 

-

 

Perhaps it was a trick cast from the firefly's light - which was enthusiastically dancing across Twilight's face - but if she truly was smiling at your current state... not acceptable. Something inside you snaps, your already low spirits suddenly plummeting further. Throat tight with malice, enraged blood gushes into your ears and neck causing them to throb.

 

"Oh, you sound completely different! A complete contrast to your old, deep mumble." Twilight simpers, "In answer to your question, it's around 10pm" she answers brightly, oblivious to your rising emotions. "The nurse said that due to my..." her voice dies down a mere whisper "...Princess privileges... I'm allowed in here out of visiting hours. I wanted to take this opportunity to talk to you about... about..."

 

"About what?" You were quickly learning that your new voice's pitch was directly proportional to your current anger levels.

 

"Well, first I wanted to discus-" Twilight begins, finally turning around to face you. Once glace at your scrunched-up face fills her own expression with doubt.

 

"Hey, are you okay? Do you need the nurse or...?"

 

"No, I'm... I'm fine." It's a blatant lie, but anything to stop further questions.

 

Clearly not convinced, Twilight's expression immediately becomes one of sympathy, both her eyes shinier and larger than normal.

 

"Oh Mr. Poster, I'm so, so sorry. About all of this. It must be truly horrible to have your life turned on its head. If only you hadn't come to Equestria."

 

-

 

An impressive, impatient snort issues from your muzzle. Yeah, "If only".

 

Realizing she was treading in a potentially sensitive area, Twilight tries a different tact.

 

"If only we knew why you were sent here..."

 

It takes just about every ounce of will-power you can muster to not answer in a sardonically manner. Surely Twilight knew everything already? She always had the answers, after all. You take her bait, though.

 

"If what Celestia told me is to be believed, I'm here because I got repeating digits. On a post. Why or how that works? Completely beyond me. Probably magic, same thing that conveniently caused all this, right?" you finish holding out a limp foreleg towards Twilight. A trace of a frown etches itself on to her face, accompanied by a slight, reproachful look.

 

"That's -Princess- Celestia, Mr. Poster. Need I remind you each time?"

 

Just as you start to conjure a sarcastic reply, Twilight forcefully continues. "And Yes... magic. Why is magic such a dismissible force to you? Magic exists and plays an important role in daily Equestrian life - for both our young, who study it from birth, to our elders who use it to, well, raise the sun. I don't know if you know this, but my special talent is related to magic."

 

Twilight trails off, her emphasis on the last few words perhaps a hint she was slightly hurt by your attitude towards magic. It's magic, though! It's just so ludicrous, more so that it actually DOES exist as you glance down at your pony body.

 

-

 

There's a short silence in which Twilight's gaze drills into yours. She may be half the room away but you can sense her burning desire for knowledge.

 

"What exactly do you mean by 'Repeating digits', incidentally? Do integers hold massive importance to life on Earth? And what is a 'Post'? Is it related to receiving letters? Or perhaps related to large, metallic poles?" Twilight questions, trying her hardest to mask her curiosity with a lazy, disinterested tone. "And how would it make you feel if I dismissed it all?"

 

Currently you couldn't give a damn if she dismissed it all or not, but it's obvious she wouldn't allow herself to. However, was now really the best time to explain everything? Your mind is sleep-deprived, body sore and damp, not to mention your mood could be compared to that of an Ursa Major. Then again, it'd be great to get it all off your chest.

 

"Are you sure you really want to know what Repeating Digits and 'Gets' are? Who a poster really is, and why they're chosen? I don't want to spoil some grand illusion you have of me, now."

 

At this, Twilight's ears perk up and her frown re-configures into a eager smile. "Oh I doubt you'd be able to do that, you know we all think highly of you as a friend! Though it's kinda weird that you have a new form, it doesn't really feel like I'm speaking to someone from another world anymore. I think you look great!"

 

This compliment does the opposite of Twilight's intention, further fouling your already tepid mood.

 

-

 

As you now resided in a younger form, a new fear had developed: Ponies not taking you seriously. If the doctor's earlier antics were anything to go by... Maybe it's time to tell Twilight what kind of person you were before; set an example so she'd never try and belittle you.

 

"A Poster," you begin, "is someone who creates messages. No, not written letters," you interject to stop Twilight interrupting, "but instead short messages created using our native technologies. There are many Posters; literally hundreds, maybe tens of thousands. We post messages to each other."

 

"But why? What purpose does it all serve? Earth must be very social if Posters just message each other out of the blue all the time."

 

In spite of yourself, Twilight's naivety causes a small smile to curl your petite lip.

 

"Oh, we do post all the time, but it's all for a purpose. An 'Original Poster' will create a 'Thread', that is to say, a first post. Once created, other Posters can join and flourish within the Thread. A Thread can specify any subject or topic, and we all discuss it together."

 

Twilight gradually creeps closer, her expression growing wide with wonder.

 

"Wow, that sounds so dignified! A Poster makes the Thread, and other Posters join to discuss? What do you discuss?"

 

"We can, and will, literally discuss anything and everything. From where I'm from though, it's mainly..." you hesitate for the first time; was this a good idea? Perhaps not, but your judgement was faltering.

 

"You."

 

-

 

Whatever answer Twilight had been expecting, it certainly wasn't this. There's a brief pause while her expression painstakingly rearranges itself into one of polite confusion.

 

"I'm sorry, but... I think I misheard you?"

 

It's blatantly obvious she'd heard your answer correctly, simply not wanting to acknowledge it. Heaving a sigh, you decided to go all-out.

 

"I said 'You', as in Equestria; your friends; -everything- pony. The gateway that brought me here, that is to say, the place we Posters gathered..." you falter, watching Twilight closely, "...was dedicated to the discussion of, well, your world. Your life."

 

After the final word silence fills the room like cold mist; your heart starting to beat harder than what was comfortable, to the point of being audible. Would telling Twilight everything about posting really be a sensible thing to do? The clear answer is 'No', but emotion-fueled adrenaline starts to kick in, creating a strange urge to confess.

 

By now your eyes have been given ample time to adapt to the dimly lit room, and as they cast towards Twilight there's little surprise when they meet her vacant expression, eyes wide in shock. Regret slowly seeps into your bones filling them as efficiently as if they were hollow. Okay, so revealing that you knew all about Equestria before visiting probably wasn't the smartest move you'd ever made, however it's far too late to take back what you've said. Fuck, why can't you get a grip? Perhaps you should make a run for it?

 

-

 

Your eyes immediately fixate on the dark space under the hospital bed; for a split-second you seriously consider diving under there to hide forever, until...

 

"What? But how is that possible?" Twilight voices her mind aloud, the a quiver audible in each word. Suddenly drawing herself up to her full height she cautiously trots closer to you, standing 2 pony-lengths away.

 

"How -could- you discuss us? What -was- there to discuss?" It clear her curiosity is now roused.

 

All hope of escape dies as Twilight now stands between you and the door. Quickly averting your gaze, you stare up at the ceiling to avoid Twilight's eye. As you do, the sensation of flowing mane startles you serving as a reminder of what you now were; what Twilight had forced upon you.

 

Could you really explain it all? That fateful board were you'd literally wasted days of your life posting non-nonsensical, cruel things? It's all coming back now: the grotesque greentext stories; supreme shitposting; moronic memes; crude clopfics; repulsive rule 34; the complete corruption of a show for little girls. Would you allow yourself to take it one step further and actually explain the crimes to the victim? Victim...

 

Weren't you the true victim? You didn't want any of this, yet you just had to 'deal with it'. A familiar anger beings to boil internally; this transformation and life had been forced on you unwillingly, so why not tell Twilight something she'd be unwilling to hear? Emotions start to conflict.

 

-

 

Okay, so this whole transformation business was probably enviable as soon as you set foot in this ludicrous land. However, if you were going to turn, you wanted it to be on your own terms - to be in control of your own life. This wasn't the case anymore as Twilight had manipulated the outcome. Hell, at this point it wasn't even the results of what Twilight did that bothered you, but the general principle: You had been denied a choice on a personal matter. The abysmal ethics of the situation completely fucks you off, just thinking about it makes the already boiling blood in your veins peak. With rationality rapidly going out the window your eyes dart back to Twilight, the gaze piercing through her very soul. All cares you'd had up until this point were gone.

 

"So you want to know what we discussed, huh? I can't guarantee you're going to like what you hear."

 

Surprisingly Twilight doesn't back down, her expression remaining determined, if not a little apprehensive.

 

"I just have one question," Twilight practically whispers, "If Posters really do discuss... me, my friends and Equestria... does that make your kind some type of.... deity?"

 

A uncontrollable, girlish titter escapes your lips - the image of you and your fellow shitposters being labelled as "deity" was too much.

 

"Oh Twi," you sneer, "I thought I knew you better than that. You, of all ponies, should know that there are no Gods - only Princesses. And no, we're not royalty either. Let me explain..."

 

-

 

And you do. You tell her every glorious detail that pops into your brain. The origin of post numbers and the amazing coincidences that were dubs, trips, quads all the way up to a full-on Get. Next, you explain how Posters celebrate ponies via beautiful drawn arts, down to questionable fetish images; moving on to how these arts also included short stories to full-blown fanfics of unfathomable proportions. You delve into Poster behaviors, how they enjoy reciting crude sexual acts to degrade both ponies they like and dislike, also copying other Poster's legendary posts as a means of insult. You also casually explain the concepts of buzzwords, board culture and the general lack of respect Posters had for their fellows.

 

"...And some Posters revere you above all, dubbing you as 'Purplesmart' and claiming you to be their waifu. A waifu is-"

 

"Stop."

 

"-when a Poster's love for a-"

 

"STOP."

 

A faint ring follows Twilight's shout. You obey her command immediately, already understanding that you'd said way too much.

 

Now that all your pent-up anger had been depleted, you started to understand the gravity of what you've just done.

 

"...I've made a huge mistake."

 

Twilight, who just 10 minutes ago had harbored a face full of wonder, now looked as if she'd aged by 10 years. The tension in the room gets unbearable; not aided by the absent-minded grinding of your large pony teeth. Soon enough it becomes abundantly clear no one wanted to break this new, chilling silence.

 

-

 

Okay, we're going to need some damage control up in this joint, stat.

 

"Look at me now though. That life, those days... they're all behind me. Honestly, how I got here doesn't really define the kind of person I am, it just..." you trail off, failing to convince even yourself. Why the hell would Twilight believe anything you say? You sheepishly look in her direction. When your eyes meet it provokes her into speech.

 

"Listen, Mr. Poster... I knew you could be a bit moody at times," Twilight begins, her voice being more convincing than her trembling legs, "But I always wanted the best for you - as any friend would. You were an alien to our world but that made no difference to how I felt about friendship."

 

Oh wow, were you about to get some kind of miraculous friendship redemption?

 

"Now though, after everything you just told me..." she pauses, attempting to maintain composure, "...I'm not sure I know who you are anymore. Your kind, they sound... well, dangerous."

 

"Dangerous?" you repeat utterly perplexed. Vulgar? Vile? Disgusting? You could probably live with any of them, but dangerous?

 

"Twilight," you begin, taking note of her over-bright eyes beautifully reflecting the firefly's ambiance. Were her eyes wet with tears? You make to advance towards Twilight, but she recoils.

 

"No! ...Sorry, but I don't feel comfortable being around a Poster right now; not after hearing all that..." A tear leaks silently from her eye.

 

"I'm not sure I can trust you anymore."

 

-

 

After these sour final words, Twilight swiftly turns around and pries open the door with magic. Failing to grace you with a last look, she departs. You don't chase after her, instead allowing the hospital door to close. The accompanying click amplified tenfold in the silent room.

 

Now you're all alone, left to wallow in regret.

 

Even now you're not sure if you'd done the correct thing - though you literally just told the truth. It's not as if you'd intentionally deceived Twilight or anyone else, hell she was just overreacting. Then again, how would you feel if it was revealed that strangers constantly discussed you?

 

Your brain travels this relentless thought-process for some time. For so long in fact, you don't remember falling asleep. Dawn's dazzling sunlight penetrates the window casting warm rays onto your back. Heaving a wide yawn, the first thing you come to realize is that your mouth is full of hair. What the fuck?

 

Brushing the hair out with a hasty hoof, you realize that once again your tail has curled round your chest and into your face. However, this time it's all wet. Were you... sucking your tail in your sleep?

 

There's a loud knock from the door that startles you. A familiar face peers in.

 

"Good Morning, Ms. Dee! Or should I say 'Puddle Princess'" he chortles.

 

It's too early for this shit.

 

"What do you mean, Dr. Hooflong?" you croak in a tired voice.

 

"Well, not to embarrass you, but... seems you missed the bedpan last night!"

 

Fuck everything.

 

-

 

To be CUNTZ.