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Wrote this thing at 8 AM while unable to sleep, don't expect quality.
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>be equestria
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>happily, all your ponies and critters are all unicellular
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>assorted blobs shaped like ponies, bunnies, etc
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>plants? multicellular, but plants are fancy expensive creations, couldn't work as unicellulars here
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>the passive magic metabolism of every cell feeds back to the magical gestalt
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>be chill for millenia as nothing of note happens
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>be being as beings can be
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>suddenly feel an extreme magic drain followed by an equally massive influx of magic
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>feels like equestria went barren for a sec, then got filled with a million elements of harmony beams at once
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>all of nature noticed, they felt the sudden emptiness followed by excess energy
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>be anon
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>wake up in some lush plains
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>you simultaneously feel sore in every muscle, bone, sinew and nerve, but also feel better than ever what the fuck
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>stand up
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>"hello?" you ask
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>you hear a reply behind you
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>you turn, nothing is there
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>huh? "anyone there?"
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>you hear a chorus answer back
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" H E L L O "
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>FUCK your head it stings, but there's nobody here?
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>you spend the next hour talking with this formless chorus
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>eventually make the connection that the chorus is you
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>wat
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>did you suddenly get ultra schizophrenia
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>you realize you're hyperaware of the position of every single bit of your body
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>cosmic horror beyond your comprehension? YEP, you don't get it, you were never up for smartitude
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>start walking around, silently talking with yourself
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>find a town with small ponies
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>they talk somehow
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>a group lead by a purple one shoots you with some weird rainbow beam
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>man, if you felt any better it'd be like walking orgasms or some shit
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>the tiny horses freak out
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>sit down and try to talk
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>be smart and purple, t to the w l i g h t, book nerd made of sparkle and smartitude
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>oh Celestia it resisted the elements, or consumed the energy? oh buck oh buck
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>it's gonna ea- it sat down?
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>it starts talking in a weirdly echoy voice
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>you feel invigorated just by standing near it, it's like a walking leyline
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>several hours pass and you make amends, seems he(?) is called anon
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>can't be a he, right? no single being could passively recirculate that much magic, except maybe the tree of harmony
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>is he a tree? "hey fluttershy, is this guy a tree?"
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>she says no
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>several weeks pass, anon has been hired to meander about in the local factory, his mere presence is enough to power the machinery and reinvigorate the workers
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>you came by to visit
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>a woodcutting saw cracks and shoots some fast moving shards his way
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>he dodges instinctively and only gets a mild cut on his cheek
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>phew that was close, but- why isn't he closing the cut?
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>you inquire with the creature
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>he tells you it takes a while for the cells(?) to close a wound, also something about my toe kondria or similar
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>cells? plural?
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>you hand him a hoofkerchief and covertly dap another one in that strange red fluid
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>say goodbye and tell him to go to the doctor if the cut was too bad
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>plural... Only plants have multiple cells
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>you go to the botanic microscope and put the dyed hoofkerchief under it
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>you see thousands, if not millions of tiny ones, walking about
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>luna, please protect me from this knowledge
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>after a few weeks of study, you have come to confirm that Anon is indeed multicellular, like a tree. But so much more detailed
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>it's not that he's particularly good at recirculsting ambient magic, it's that he has trillions of himself doing it at the same time
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>try to communicate with the individual cells
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>they barely respond to basic stimuli, they look lost and disheartened when disconnected
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>they start working again the moment you put them near or on Anon
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>you make it your mission to befriend this alien colony
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>be a bipedal hivemind with a purple butt companion
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>this purple mare has been chatting you up for a while
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>she's nice, you like her
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>"you know, twilight, I'd call you my vvery first friend here, thanks for always being here."
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>she freezes in shock
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>a counter appears in front of her horn and it rapidly climbs from 9 to well over the trillions
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>she bends down in what seems to be agony
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>"OH FUCK TWIGGLES ARE YOU OK?"
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>she gives a quiet moan of approval as extraneous magics fill her body
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>a pair of wings suddenly form from her back
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>her horn grows a lot, and she gets way taller too
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>she calms down and loses her balance after this sudden shift
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>turns out being your friend counts as being friends with an entire planet's worth of people, making her the most harmonious and friended pony in history
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>ok then, what now?
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>you were never into horses, so you're pretty much eternally single
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>meander about the world without a care, your visit being treated as a beneficial natural event
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>make your way to the far norths
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>find a derelict research station with a weird tentacly pony living within
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>she seems chill
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>hang around for a while
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>start catching feelings for the thingpony
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>neither of you talk, but you can communicate all the same
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>hivemind telepathy? maybe
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>maybe you ARE into horses a bit, or at least this one
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>ask her out, she agrees
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>take her back to ponyville
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>twiggles is genuinely horrified at a cosmic horror beyond compare in the shape of thingmare
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>she does a quintuple take when you tell her the thingmare is your girlfriend
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>live the rest of your days just hanging around and doting on your thingwife, your unique multicellular biologies allowing you engage in ways the normal ponies cannot
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>life is good for a hivemind
by SymphonyAnon
by SymphonyAnon
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