UNTITLED (Twilight Sparkle), by Unknown

 

"My transport is already in the bay. Bring her there."

"They replaced your horn."

"Yes, I know. So any plans you had about threatening me aren't going to work."

"Do you know who I am?"

"Answer me."

"Oh, I undoubtedly will. You see, I am Anonymous. You know—of Nameless Portal Technology Holdings."

"Yep. I'm the one responsible for all this. Bridged our worlds and brought all that misery upon you. Of course, that was indirect. This is... Going to be less so."

"A bit of privacy, please. I was going to wait until back at home, but this is too delicious to resist."

"You have retained your maidenhood. I'm impressed. That's rather hard for... ponies out there."

"Hm. Honey, I don't think your intent matters."

"I'd... appreciate it if you let me explain before killing me."

"You aren't the only person out-of-world in this car. I'm Anonymous, but not the right one."

"I had you tied up in chains, completely defenseless, two seconds ago. At the very least you should believe I don't intend to harm you."

"They're alive."

"Not really."

"I've... I've only been here for three years, Twilight. I can prove that much. But that means that the other guy..."

"Post traumatic stress and all sorts of abuse issues for Applejack, Fluttershy, and Rarity. Dash is mostly okay, but he had a few of the Wonderbolts too, and a, uh, a thing for breeding. She's... She's a good mom, but, well..."

"Pinkie is my newest acquire. She, uh, didn't take well to the mental state of the others."

"I—I swear, that was not me. Not—not the me you're talking to, anyway."

"Here."

"I—Look, we've been over this!"

"Yes, I am, I know! I can explain that too!"

"I know! L-look."

"The world we're in is—it's like a version of my world but with everybody's bad qualities amplified. Not quite the evil universe stereotype, but it's a world where everything is just a dozen times worse. Or, at least, that's what I think it is. I don't know. Unlike my counterpart, I am not an award-winning scientist."

"So my bad qualities are a weird tendency to fantasize about other places and, uh, the shitload of weird kinks I have. Amplify that and you get a universe-hopping sex terrorist."

"I know, I know. So he invented portal technology and, uh, you know what happened next."

"He used his portal to get into our universe and then committed suicide."

"My universe, not ours. I—Okay. So one of my other really bad qualities is this, uh, weird desire to be loved by people without deserving it. So, when his slaves didn't eventually start loving him, it... drove him a bit nuts. Then he saw my world, where I was... You know, I was doing okay, I guess. I at least had friends. Which he didn't."

"So he shows up in my room one night. Crying and screaming about how he couldn't make them love him. Then he, uh, well... blew his fucking brains out."

"Yeah. So I, well, I had a portal in front of me, and an alternate version of me had just finished rambling about being insanely rich but unhappy. So of course I decided to check it out. Then, once I got there and saw what he'd done, well."

"I had to try to fix it. Somehow."

"Yeah, they all think it was me who blew my brains out. Probably. I haven't been back."

"Okay. Look. You have to get those chains back on, like, right now."

"Yes you fucking will, because everybody thinks I am some kind of weird monstrous sex pervert and I cannot blow my cover."

"There is literally no time to fucking argue about this. Chains. Now."

"Okay. Try to look, uh, traumatized. I—Shit. Okay. Do you mind if I punch you in the face?"

"He thinks I was raping you and the other guy was known for violence, okay?"

"Sorry. Also, uh, try to salivate a lot. Like... Like get it all over your face."

"So it looks like you just got done performing fellatio on me."

"Okay, fine, whatever. Now, look traumatized."

"We are near the airport, yes?"

"Good. I trust everything is safe to transport her with me?"

"Even better."

"Want a drink?"

"Spring water. That stuff is ten dollars a bottle. Tastes good, though. Or—expensive, at least."

"Yeah. He's, uh, probably the worst fucking human being I have ever had the misfortune of interacting with. Extremely wealthy, though. Unfortunately, other me didn't really care for alicorns, so they wound up in his hands."

"Yeah. They're... they're alive."

"He brings them out in public a lot. Dresses them up real nice. Takes them to operas and charity dinners, that sort of thing. Even Shining."

"Well, I've actually talked to them. Me and Ricardo bump elbows fairly often, even though I try to avoid it."

"He's a breeder. So... They're, uh—I'm not going to get into the details. But the stuff the other me did with Dash is, uh, well, that's smalltime compared to this."

"I've tried. He won't sell them to me. The guy hates me because I cut all contact with him. Real me, not other me. Other me was using him for tips on, uh, the stuff with Dash, and promised him the foals. A promise I went back on, of course, because it was fucking horrible. He didn't see it that way."

"Shining? He's the primary broodstallion. Strong muscles, good genetics. It was obvious, really. I suppose that's the best outcome for him, really—at least he can make sure he doesn't hurt them. I mean, I do think they're all treated fairly well, I just... something about it doesn't sit right with me, you know? Treating them like cattle. It's almost worse that he treats them well, because I know he's just doing it to keep the value of the offspring."

"Yeah. Even if that isn't saying much..."

"I just... Okay. How are you feeling?"

"I asked how you're feeling. Because, uh, I have... I've been pretending to be this horrible, terrible person for three years. And I haven't had anybody to talk to. Dash, sometimes. Spitefire. But they—they went through a lot. They both have kids to look after. So that was...."

"No."

"I'm better than your friends. I've suffered, far, far less trauma. But I'm still not okay. So... Do you mind if I yell for a bit?"

"Yes. Yell. This room is completely soundproof. I often yell in here, actually. But mostly that's just to myself, and it doesn't have the same feeling, you know? I mean—that other guy went to an entire other universe to have somebody to yell at. Not that I was the target of his yelling. I was just somebody to—absorb emotion, I guess."

"And right now I could use somebody to absorb some emotion. But you've been through a lot, so—"

"Alright. Uh, just, stop me if you need to."

"I fucking hate this. I hate it. Like—Okay. So this is, this is a lot of really, really complex feelings here. So just—first off, this world isn't—a lot of this stuff isn't entirely unpleasant to me. There's—"

"Okay, step back. Everything here is unpleasant. It's horrible. But this guy is still me, just worse. So every fucking thing he does is something I like, but taken to a level where I hate it. And, uh, fair warning, some of this is going to be sexual."

"Yeah. Okay, cool. Great. So we're on the same page. Awesome."

"So I'm like a sex weirdo. I have fetishes that are a bit extreme. And this guy has those too, and he puts them into practice, and it's horrifying. The shit with Fluttershy? That's bondage–something I enjoy—taken to this level where it's so fucking horrifying that I want to throw up. I think that impregnation shit is hot, and this other guy decides to forcibly breed sentient beings. Rarity is mentally fucked up because that guy forced her to act like a pet, and beat the fucking SHIT out of her when she was bad. I happen to like that kind of thing in moderation and with consenting partners. All the shit he did is just a worse version of stuff I'm into. That's the only reason I didn't fucking flee back to my own world immediately. I had to stay and prove to myself that I wasn't this guy. That I was—that I was a GOOD person, and he was the BAD one."

"But—but beyond just me. I HATE this place. I hate every stupid motherfucker in it. I hate them. I tried—I tried to find good, but—"

"That auction they sold you at was TELEVISED, and he advertised your virginity. Fucking TELEVISED, and they aren't even PRETENDING. Every single motherfucker here is just—just totally okay with this shit. And I hate it. I can't—I HATE it."

"There's something just so—I hate that shit. I mean, if you're killing people, you're at least acknowledging that they might be a threat, right? You respect them at least a little bit. But that—just treating them like property. God. That's the most evil shit you can do."

"So—So just—Okay."

"Anytime."