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  1. 1.
    https://web.archive.org/save/https://mlpol.net/mlpol/282598#284592
  2. 2.
     
  3. 3.
    Sheol
  4. 4.
     
  5. 5.
    >it takes you a few minutes to realize something is wrong
  6. 6.
    >namely, that you don't know where the fuck you are
  7. 7.
    >let's see... did you take a wrong turn at...?
  8. 8.
    >wait, where were you even trying to go?
  9. 9.
    >were you trying to go somewhere?
  10. 10.
    >what the fuck were you doing just now?
  11. 11.
    >you're currently walking through a level, orange landscape covered by a yellow sky
  12. 12.
    >you'd think you'd remember walking into some place like this
  13. 13.
    >or waking up or something
  14. 14.
    >yet here you are, apparently in this wierd-ass place without realizing it
  15. 15.
    >is it some sort of amnesia?
  16. 16.
    >let's see...
  17. 17.
    >your name is Anonymous, or Anon for short
  18. 18.
    >this is only the second time you've unexpectedly ended up in a bizarre new world, the first time being when the magic bleach yeeted you into Equestria some years ago
  19. 19.
    >you hadn't counted on showing up as a nondescript little filly though
  20. 20.
    >a bit hopefully, you look down at your body to see if it's changed back
  21. 21.
    >nope
  22. 22.
    >damn
  23. 23.
    >anyways, all your memories are in order as far as you can tell
  24. 24.
    >with the exception, of course, of just what the fuck happened that led up to you being in this place
  25. 25.
    >hey wait a second
  26. 26.
    >what if this is like that shit from Memento?
  27. 27.
    >you know, where the dude gets a head injury and forgets everything that happened since then every few minutes or so
  28. 28.
    >you zone out for a few seconds
  29. 29.
    >well, no further memory loss as far as you can tell
  30. 30.
    >probably
  31. 31.
    >so what the fuck is going on?
  32. 32.
    >looking at your surroundings, it doesn't look like there's anything in sight for miles
  33. 33.
    >there's probably not much point in continuing to walk
  34. 34.
    >but it sounds better than just sitting here psyching yourself out
  35. 35.
    >so
  36. 36.
    >onward you go
  37. 37.
     
  38. 38.
    >there is no way of knowing just how long you've been going
  39. 39.
    >the lighting in this place never changes
  40. 40.
    >there are absolutely no landmarks to measure your progress by
  41. 41.
    >and your hooves leave no impression in the hard, smooth, orange ground
  42. 42.
    >floor?
  43. 43.
    >you don't know
  44. 44.
    >but at some point
  45. 45.
    >you look up
  46. 46.
    >something has caught your eye
  47. 47.
    >something has broken the golden stillness of the sky
  48. 48.
    >there's a small spot of blue up there
  49. 49.
    >the spot gets bigger
  50. 50.
    >grows a head, hooves, and wings
  51. 51.
    >and shouts at you
  52. 52.
    <"Anon?"
  53. 53.
    "Rainbow Dash?"
  54. 54.
    >she lands with a grateful whush
  55. 55.
    "Oh good, a responsible adult. I don't suppose you know the way out of here?"
  56. 56.
    <"Gimme a break, I've been flying in this wierdo place for hours! I didn't think I was gonna find anyone at this rate."
  57. 57.
    >Dash leans to stretch those glutes
  58. 58.
    <"I was kinda hoping you had a plan."
  59. 59.
    "Walk til something happens."
  60. 60.
    <"That's basically my plan, but with walking instead of flying."
  61. 61.
    "Got a better one?"
  62. 62.
    >Dash scowls at the barren landscape
  63. 63.
    <"Not really."
  64. 64.
    >and so
  65. 65.
    >you walk
  66. 66.
     
  67. 67.
    >step
  68. 68.
    >step
  69. 69.
    >step
  70. 70.
    >the process becomes mindless
  71. 71.
    >insulated from both your surroundings and your thoughts
  72. 72.
    >you may as well not even exist
  73. 73.
    >it's not until your hoof comes down on nothing
  74. 74.
    >and you stumble
  75. 75.
    "Whoah."
  76. 76.
    >Dash has been hovering overhead, and didn't suffer this particular mishap
  77. 77.
    >the ground has begun to decline into a valley
  78. 78.
    <"Hm?"
  79. 79.
    >down in the valley lies what can only be described as a nice little villa
  80. 80.
    >white walls, pillared arches, a bright blue swimming pool
  81. 81.
    <"Weird."
  82. 82.
    "For sure it's the valley of death."
  83. 83.
    <"What?"
  84. 84.
    "Nothing. It's a reference."
  85. 85.
    <"You're one weird kid, Anon."
  86. 86.
    "Well, something happened, so I guess we're done walking now."
  87. 87.
    <"You're not seriously gonna go down there, are you?"
  88. 88.
    "Why not? See any other water nearby? I'm thirsty as shit."
  89. 89.
    <"You can't drink pool water."
  90. 90.
    "They probably have faucets."
  91. 91.
    >you start trotting down into the valley
  92. 92.
    <"Oh, this is so lame..."
  93. 93.
    "Come on. You scared?"
  94. 94.
    <"N-no!"
  95. 95.
    >a rainbow blur whizzes past you
  96. 96.
    >Rainbow Dash appears by the door of the villa
  97. 97.
    >you break into a light jog and catch up with her
  98. 98.
    >you reach for the doorknob, but Dash holds up a hoof
  99. 99.
    <"Whoah, kiddo. It might be dangerous in there. Let me go in first. You know, to protect you."
  100. 100.
    >Dash flexes her wings
  101. 101.
    >you groan
  102. 102.
    "Okay, sure, fine, go."
  103. 103.
    <"Not gonna beg me not to risk my life for you?"
  104. 104.
    "Bluefast, my hooves are so sore I don't care about risking my own life for a good sofa, let alone yours. Let's just go."
  105. 105.
    <"All right, all right, geez."
  106. 106.
    >Dash hesitates dramatically
  107. 107.
    >then throws open the door and summersaults inside
  108. 108.
    >she scans to the left
  109. 109.
    >scans to the right
  110. 110.
    >then throws back her wing to give you a 'come hither' signal
  111. 111.
    >you clomp inside, deliberately as loud as possible, and slam the door behind you
  112. 112.
    <"Sssshhhhhhh!"
  113. 113.
    "Yeah sure, whatever. Listen, I'm gonna go find a bathroom. If it smells like I'm taking a ginormous shit, it's because I am."
  114. 114.
    >Dash's ears prick up as if something has alarmed her
  115. 115.
    <"Anon, you can't."
  116. 116.
    "Huh? Why not?"
  117. 117.
    <"Because I was gonna do that."
  118. 118.
    >with that, Dash disappears, leaving behind only a rainbow contrail
  119. 119.
    >no fuck shit damn piss cock niggers that cunt can spend all day hogging a shitter
  120. 120.
    >you run after her
  121. 121.
    "Please no!"
  122. 122.
     
  123. 123.
    >fortunately, the villa apparently has multiple bathrooms
  124. 124.
    >the one you found even has a shower, for advanced freshening up
  125. 125.
    >once you're done with that, you head back out into the main living room
  126. 126.
    >Dash is sprawled out on the couch
  127. 127.
    <"Hey, sport."
  128. 128.
    "Hey. So something just occured to me."
  129. 129.
    <"What's that?"
  130. 130.
    "Someone probably lives here."
  131. 131.
    <"I hope so."
  132. 132.
    "Think they'll appreciate us making ourselves at home when they get back?"
  133. 133.
    >Dash shrugs
  134. 134.
    <"Dunno. I just hope they'll be able to tell us the way out of bizzaro town."
  135. 135.
    "That's a good point."
  136. 136.
    >something on the wall attracts your gaze
  137. 137.
    "Uh, hang on a second."
  138. 138.
    >you point at a framed photograph hanging on the wall
  139. 139.
    >you'd call the creature in the photo a minotaur
  140. 140.
    >except that you've met minotaurs
  141. 141.
    >and this guy looks more like a giant, scarred man with bull's horns crudely sewn onto his scalp
  142. 142.
    "What if that's the guy who lives here?"
  143. 143.
    >Dash grimaces
  144. 144.
    <"Uh, maybe he's friendly?"
  145. 145.
    "Or maybe he eats ponies?"
  146. 146.
    <"Eugh. That'd be bad."
  147. 147.
    "Yeah."
  148. 148.
    <"Maybe we should get out of here."
  149. 149.
    "I think we should get out of here."
  150. 150.
    >Dash hops off the couch, and together you head for the door
  151. 151.
    >it's just that, when Dash opens the door
  152. 152.
    >she slams it shut again
  153. 153.
    <"Anon."
  154. 154.
    "Huh? What happened?"
  155. 155.
    <"I don't know if we should go out there."
  156. 156.
    "Why not? There's nothing out there."
  157. 157.
    >Dash just shakes her head
  158. 158.
    <"I really don't think we should go out there."
  159. 159.
    "Oh, let me see."
  160. 160.
    >you crack open the door
  161. 161.
    >and promptly slam it shut again
  162. 162.
    >you hit the lock for good measure
  163. 163.
    "I don't think we should go out there."
  164. 164.
    >what exactly is out there?
  165. 165.
    >well
  166. 166.
    >they're ponies
  167. 167.
    >almost
  168. 168.
     
  169. 169.
    >the ponies outside are...
  170. 170.
    "What the fuck are they?"
  171. 171.
    <"Why would you ask me? I don't know!"
  172. 172.
    "Well, pick me up. I wanna look out the peep hole."
  173. 173.
    <"Whoah, no. It is way too scary out there for a little kid to be looking. I'll look through the peep hole."
  174. 174.
    "All right, fine, just tell me what it is."
  175. 175.
    >Dash looks through the door's peep hole
  176. 176.
    >and violently cringes
  177. 177.
    <"Ah! No! No way! Uh uh!"
  178. 178.
    "Pussy."
  179. 179.
    <"Oh, you think you're so tough? Why don't you take a look then?"
  180. 180.
    >Dash hooks her hooves under your forelegs and hoists you up to the peep hole
  181. 181.
    "Finally. Thank you."
  182. 182.
    >you peer into the horde
  183. 183.
    >the creatures are slow
  184. 184.
    >shambling
  185. 185.
    >and deformed in very
  186. 186.
    >very
  187. 187.
    >odd ways
  188. 188.
    >only years of browsing imageboards could have prepared you to gaze upon the blasphemous forms with your sanity intact
  189. 189.
    "Dickshitting nipples..."
  190. 190.
    >actually, dickshitting nipples is about the only bizzare body modification you don't see out there
  191. 191.
    >that one has heads sprouting out of its spine
  192. 192.
    >you catch a glimpse of one in the air, eight wings beating in unison on its sides
  193. 193.
    "Guess I can't ask you to fly us out of here then..."
  194. 194.
    <"Huh? Why not?"
  195. 195.
    "Hang on a second."
  196. 196.
    >an idiot pony's head lolls atop a gigantic hoof
  197. 197.
    >one, built like a centipede, skitters by with dozens of torsos and scores of legs
  198. 198.
    >that one has...
  199. 199.
    "Oh, there are dickshitting nipples out there. Interesting."
  200. 200.
    <"Anon, you are such a weird kid."
  201. 201.
    "Yeah, well, I've seen enough. Put me down."
  202. 202.
    >once you're back on the floor, you take a deep breath
  203. 203.
    "Well that is horrifying."
  204. 204.
    <"And? What are they?"
  205. 205.
    "Just a lot of really deformed ponies, as far as I can tell. They don't look very smart."
  206. 206.
    <"Do any of them fly?"
  207. 207.
    "Oh yeah. And fast, too. I wouldn't risk trying to fly out of here."
  208. 208.
    >Dash frowns
  209. 209.
    <"They couldn't outfly me though, right?"
  210. 210.
    "Dunno. I wouldn't wanna find out the hard way, though."
  211. 211.
    >Dash groans
  212. 212.
    <"Yeah, guess not."
  213. 213.
    >you scowl
  214. 214.
    "One thing I don't know is what the hell we're supposed to do now."
  215. 215.
    <"Well, at least the big horned thing probably won't be coming back any time soon."
  216. 216.
    "Yeah. Unless those things are his pets or something."
  217. 217.
    >your mind goes racing
  218. 218.
    >trying to think of some solution
  219. 219.
    <"Anon."
  220. 220.
    >some possibilty
  221. 221.
    <"Anon."
  222. 222.
    >some slight sliver of hope
  223. 223.
    <"Anon!"
  224. 224.
    "Huh?"
  225. 225.
    >Rainbow Dash pats you on the head
  226. 226.
    <"Maybe we just need to chill out for right now. Those things showed up, maybe they'll go away. Let's just wait and see. It's not like they're bashing down the doors or anything."
  227. 227.
    >the storm in your brain subsides
  228. 228.
    "Yeah. All right, yeah. Yeah, you're right."
  229. 229.
    >something in the way your heart is beating makes you wonder if you believe what it is you're saying
  230. 230.
    "Let's just wait for now."
  231. 231.
     
  232. 232.
    >days pass
  233. 233.
    >the creatures don't
  234. 234.
    >well, you assume it's been days anyway
  235. 235.
    >night time doesn't happen here, but you've fallen asleep about four times
  236. 236.
    >there's actually a large stockpile of food in the house
  237. 237.
    >where did it come from?
  238. 238.
    >and why is is mostly hay and flowers?
  239. 239.
    >there's a few cuts of meat you would have enjoyed if you still had an omnivore's digestive tract
  240. 240.
    >so the owner couldn't have been a vegetarian
  241. 241.
    >but on the whole, the pantry is very pony-friendly
  242. 242.
    >it's impossible to tell why this would be
  243. 243.
    >you've performed a few experiments to gauge how aggressive the creatures are
  244. 244.
    >most recently you tossed one of those cuts of meat out of a high window
  245. 245.
    >it landed in the midst of the creatures with a satisfying slap
  246. 246.
    >but they ignored it
  247. 247.
    >they ignore everything
  248. 248.
    >you're beginning to wonder if you could just walk right through them
  249. 249.
    >but then, even if you could, should you?
  250. 250.
    >for miles around, this villa is the only apparent source of food, water, and shelter
  251. 251.
    >but if that's the case, then what are the things outside eating?
  252. 252.
    >and where were they hiding that neither you nor Rainbow Dash saw them in your wanderings?
  253. 253.
    >and if the owner of the house is away, he must have gone someplace he thought was worth visiting
  254. 254.
    >since all the food in the house is still good, he must have been here recently
  255. 255.
    >but where else is there to go?
  256. 256.
    >are there some sort of people there who could help?
  257. 257.
    >you spend every day stuck in this mental deadlock with yourself
  258. 258.
    >you can't make anything add up
  259. 259.
    >it's hard to say for sure, but it seems like Rainbow Dash must be having some similar conflict
  260. 260.
    >she spends all day looking out one of the second story windows
  261. 261.
    >eyeballing the flying creature
  262. 262.
    >it never seems to land
  263. 263.
    >day after day, it takes lazy circles around the house
  264. 264.
    >but every so often
  265. 265.
    >it goes fast
  266. 266.
    >real fast
  267. 267.
    >for just a second
  268. 268.
    >and then it resumes its normal course
  269. 269.
    >you hate it
  270. 270.
    >you hate all of them
  271. 271.
    >you wish they'd go away
  272. 272.
    >even though you're not sure if they'll hurt you
  273. 273.
    >hell, even if they turned out to be totally harmless
  274. 274.
    >they're not wholesome
  275. 275.
    >they're not healthy
  276. 276.
    >if you've gone to sleep four times, then this must be the fifth day
  277. 277.
    >it's on the fifth day, then, that the monotony is broken
  278. 278.
    >it's on the fifth day
  279. 279.
    >that something changes
  280. 280.
    >you're raiding the fridge when you hear a loud pounding on the door
  281. 281.
    >you rush to the main entrance
  282. 282.
    >and hesitate
  283. 283.
    >maybe you should go get Rainbow Dash now?
  284. 284.
    >if nothing else, she can reach the peep hole to see what's knocking
  285. 285.
    <"Anon, are you in there?"
  286. 286.
    >your eyes widen
  287. 287.
    >it sounds like Rainbow Dash outside
  288. 288.
     
  289. 289.
    >every horror movie you've ever seen is telling you not to touch that fucking door
  290. 290.
    "Bullshit it's Rainbow Dash!"
  291. 291.
    <"Anon, come on, I'm hurt out here!"
  292. 292.
    "No you come on, that's the oldest monster trick in the book!"
  293. 293.
    <"Anon, these things are touching me and it's weird, please!"
  294. 294.
    "What, just touching you?"
  295. 295.
    <"Yeah, and it's freaky, so let me in!"
  296. 296.
    >huh...
  297. 297.
    >it definitely sounds like Rainbow Dash
  298. 298.
    "All right, so how'd you get hurt?"
  299. 299.
    >a pause
  300. 300.
    <"I was trying to fly out a window, and that thing with all the wings bumped into me."
  301. 301.
    "It just bumped into you?"
  302. 302.
    <"Yeah, like it didn't even see me. It's still up there."
  303. 303.
    "So you're not in the house."
  304. 304.
    <"No, I'm not in the house."
  305. 305.
    "And there should be a window open upstairs."
  306. 306.
    <"Yeah, there's a window open, what does this have to do with anything?"
  307. 307.
    "I'm gonna go check."
  308. 308.
    <"Ugh... Hurry up!"
  309. 309.
    >you run upstairs, calling out Dash's name
  310. 310.
    >there's no response
  311. 311.
    >you locate the open window pretty quickly
  312. 312.
    >it's the same one she's been staring out of this entire time
  313. 313.
    >and when you rear up to close it, you spot her down on the ground
  314. 314.
    >one of her wings is flopping pretty uselessly at her side
  315. 315.
    >and, just like she said, the creatures are just bumping into her
  316. 316.
    >like they don't even see her
  317. 317.
    >all right
  318. 318.
    >so you go downstairs and you let her in
  319. 319.
    >and she staggers inside
  320. 320.
    >and...
  321. 321.
    <"Ugh, finally!"
  322. 322.
    >nothing untoward happens
  323. 323.
    >you close and lock the door behind her
  324. 324.
    >it's not til she's safely inside
  325. 325.
    >that you notice something
  326. 326.
    "So, uh... your wing looks pretty bad."
  327. 327.
    <"Yeah. I think it's broken."
  328. 328.
    "You don't look like you're in a lot of pain though."
  329. 329.
    >Rainbow Dash cringes
  330. 330.
    >then frowns
  331. 331.
    <"I'm not."
  332. 332.
    "Huh?"
  333. 333.
    >she eyes her own wing nervously
  334. 334.
    <"My wing feels... really good right now. I've got a couple of cuts and scrapes that feel pretty good too."
  335. 335.
    "What?"
  336. 336.
    >Dash looks up at the ceiling and sighs
  337. 337.
    <"I feel really... really good. And it's weird. I just... Can you help me get this thing set so I can sleep it off? Hopefully it'll hurt like normal when I wake up."
  338. 338.
     
  339. 339.
    >fortunately, this isn't Dash's first broken wing
  340. 340.
    >she's more or less able to tell you what to do
  341. 341.
    >and once it's done, she passes out on the couch without any fuss
  342. 342.
    >you stay with her til she's asleep
  343. 343.
    >and then you stay for a long while after
  344. 344.
    >you really think you ought to be more uneasy about all this
  345. 345.
    >you wonder if you should find some way to secure her in place
  346. 346.
    >just to be on the safe side
  347. 347.
    >well, maybe that would be the smart thing to do
  348. 348.
    >but to be perfectly honest, you're running out of mental energy
  349. 349.
    >and it's hard to muster up many more fucks to give
  350. 350.
    >you decide that shutting yourself up in the master bedroom will make you secure enough for the time being
  351. 351.
    >because even on the off-chance Dash somehow turns into one of those things or something, it's not like they can open doors
  352. 352.
    >and if you're wrong, whatever
  353. 353.
    >at any rate, the master bedroom is where you left that book
  354. 354.
    >you see, the cloth for Dash's wing-splint had to come from somewhere
  355. 355.
    >and though you were sorry to rip up that nice Oxford shirt, it had to be done
  356. 356.
    >but while you were searching, you found it
  357. 357.
    >the book
  358. 358.
    >once the door is shut behind you, you hop up onto the bed and grab the book
  359. 359.
    >it's not written in horse-runes
  360. 360.
    >it's written in English
  361. 361.
    >the book is handwritten, and bound in a moleskin cover
  362. 362.
    >a journal
  363. 363.
    >the journal of one Dr. Dick Katz, who you assume is the owner of the house
  364. 364.
    >is Katz the man with the horns?
  365. 365.
    >you don't know
  366. 366.
    >what you do know is that you can't go on just sitting around and worrying in circles
  367. 367.
    >at best, the journal will shed some light on your situation
  368. 368.
    >and if not, it might give your weary brain a much-needed break
  369. 369.
    >and so
  370. 370.
    >you dive right in
  371. 371.
     
  372. 372.
    >"My name is Doctor Richard B. Katz, and my adventure has been a strange one.
  373. 373.
    >I shall attempt, in the course of this writing, to assume nothing whatsoever of my audience. I realize, of course, that this is a strictly impossible task. Indeed, assuming I'll have an audience at all is the sheerest vanity, and assuming they'll read English is wishful thinking.
  374. 374.
    >But given my experiences thus far, I must try - to the limit of reason - to assume nothing at all of you. You could be anyone, from anywhere, from any time.
  375. 375.
    >And for the peace of my mind, I must write.
  376. 376.
    >I was born on a small planet called Earth, in the Earthly year of 2046. It was around this time that my species - mankind - began to develop what can only be described as psychological powers.
  377. 377.
    >When I was a boy, my power of mind was poorly understood, and made me an anomaly. Now that I am a man - fifty-four years old, in Earthly time - such powers are commonplace, and I am proud to say that it is largely through my efforts that they are now largely understood."
  378. 378.
     
  379. 379.
    >an intrusive thought jolts you out of your reading
  380. 380.
    "Aw, man. I could've lived to see my grandkids be telepaths."
  381. 381.
    >you shake your head and try to look at the bigger picture
  382. 382.
    >whoever Katz is, he's from what you would consider the future
  383. 383.
    >how exactly could he have ended up in this place before you?
  384. 384.
     
  385. 385.
    >"As a psychologist, I pushed the limits of the human mind further than they'd ever been before.
  386. 386.
    >And it was in the year of 2100 - the beginning of our twenty-second century - that I planned to reveal just how far the mind of man could truly go.
  387. 387.
    >I'd spent years crafting a new world within my mind. A simple world - with a plain orange surface and a solid golden sky - but a world nonetheless.
  388. 388.
    >Even as plain as it was, the effort of maintaining an entire world within my mind was taxing enough. The details could come later, after the experiment had proved successful.
  389. 389.
    >Yes, the experiment. The experiment was all-important. I drove off friend, family, and colleague alike in the pursuit of my glorious experiment.
  390. 390.
    >It would all be worth it when I had proven that it was possible to bring the world within my mind to physical reality, and to bodily travel to it.
  391. 391.
    >Yes, that was my dream. Imagine, dear reader, the possibilities. Several psychologists pooling their powers of mind together could sculpt a veritable utopia, and really send people there.
  392. 392.
    >Hunger and living space would never pester mankind again, for every man could really have his own garden world if he wanted it.
  393. 393.
    >Ah, but I miscalculated. Grievously miscalculated.
  394. 394.
    >My world, I was able to bring to reality.
  395. 395.
    >My body, I was able to transport to it.
  396. 396.
    >Yet somehow, I cannot seem to return.
  397. 397.
    >I know now that I can never go home."
  398. 398.
     
  399. 399.
    >you slam the book shut
  400. 400.
    "Oh, man. I know what that's like."
  401. 401.
    >this is really, really, not comforting reading
  402. 402.
    >it says right there in the first few pages that it's not possible to go home
  403. 403.
    >but hey, maybe there's a later entry where the guy figures it out somehow
  404. 404.
    >after all, you haven't exactly seen any humans around here
  405. 405.
    >and if Katz isn't here, he has to be somewhere
  406. 406.
    >right?
  407. 407.
     
  408. 408.
    >you poke your head out the door
  409. 409.
    >you figure if Rainbow Dash was going to go wrong, it would have happened by now
  410. 410.
    >not that you have any real basis to think that
  411. 411.
    >you head down to the couch where Dash was sleeping
  412. 412.
    >and
  413. 413.
    <"Hey 'Non."
  414. 414.
    >flapping her wings easily, she's hovering a few feet off the ground
  415. 415.
    "Uh, should you be flying right now?"
  416. 416.
    <"Eh, it feels all right."
  417. 417.
    "But, wasn't your wing broken?"
  418. 418.
    <"I thought it was, but..."
  419. 419.
    >she pulls a little loop-de-loop
  420. 420.
    <"I guess it wasn't."
  421. 421.
    "I see..."
  422. 422.
    >you don't see
  423. 423.
    >that thing was fucking broken
  424. 424.
    >you saw it flopping around
  425. 425.
    >hell, you felt it when you were setting it
  426. 426.
    "Well, uh, how are you feeling?"
  427. 427.
    <"Really good, honestly. It's kinda weird."
  428. 428.
    "Right, well, don't try any more daring escapes, all right?"
  429. 429.
    <"Yeah, yeah."
  430. 430.
    >you head back up the master bedroom
  431. 431.
    >there's a brief internal debate as to whether or not you should pile furniture against the door
  432. 432.
    >but you realize you're probably too small to do that
  433. 433.
    >what the hell is going on with Rainbow Dash?
  434. 434.
    >she's definitely raising some red flags in your mind
  435. 435.
    >but she's acting like herself
  436. 436.
    >ugh
  437. 437.
    >maybe you should think of something to ask her
  438. 438.
    >the sort of thing only the real Rainbow Dash would know
  439. 439.
    >like, um...
  440. 440.
    >well, you'll think of something
  441. 441.
    >but if you hear "I wouldn't worry about it" come out of her mouth you're getting the fuck out of here no matter what
  442. 442.
    >anyway
  443. 443.
    >maybe there's something in Katz' journal that'll shed some light
  444. 444.
     
  445. 445.
    >"Among the many things I failed to anticipate was the presence of a lifeform in my world that I did not create.
  446. 446.
    >Her name is Sudsy Days, and she calls herself a unicorn.
  447. 447.
    >A brief description of Miss Days' species will probably be relevant here. She is a quadruped, a bit over one meter in height, sporting one hoof on each leg and one spiraled horn on her head.
  448. 448.
    >Her land she calls Equestria, and the current year in that land is the 893rd Year of the Sun. It is ruled by a single princess, and inhabited by a people called ponies, of which Miss Days' unicorn race is a subspecies."
  449. 449.
     
  450. 450.
    >ah
  451. 451.
    >893 was well over a hundred years ago in Equestria
  452. 452.
    >that might explain why this place already exists to your point of view, despite Katz being from Earth's future
  453. 453.
    >you know, through some sort of, uh...
  454. 454.
    >dimensional time shift bullshit
  455. 455.
    >trying to work out the exact details is giving you a headache
  456. 456.
    >back to the book
  457. 457.
     
  458. 458.
    >"Sudsy Days, through her horn, possesses a power of mind unlike anything the Earth has ever seen, which she refers to as magic.
  459. 459.
    >She, like me, was attempting to bring a mental world to physical fruition when she arrived here. I can only assume that the psychological factors which were introduced by Miss Days' experiment are precisely the factors which interfered with my own experiment, preventing me from returning to Earth.
  460. 460.
    >It is interesting to note that though Miss Days' mind contributed to the creation of this world, it seems to have conformed more to my simplistic vision than to her apparently complex one.
  461. 461.
    >According to Miss Days, it was her intention to create a world where the laws of nature should be altered so as to provide instant comfort and healing to the injured and the sick."
  462. 462.
     
  463. 463.
    >all right, that does shed some light
  464. 464.
    >probably
  465. 465.
    >maybe
  466. 466.
    >maybe Dash's wing healing so fast is just a normal thing in this world
  467. 467.
    >you hadn't even considered that
  468. 468.
    >you turn the page
  469. 469.
     
  470. 470.
    >"Combining our powers of mind, Sudsy Days and I were able to create a comfortable home within a valley. From this home, we attempted to devise some way of returning to our respective worlds.
  471. 471.
    >Sudsy had more success than I. She was able to establish a mental link to her home, but it was not enough for us to pull through to the other side.
  472. 472.
    >We soon discovered, however, that it was enough to pull ponies from Equestria over to our side.
  473. 473.
    >I suppose my own psychological influences are to blame for the bizzare results of Sudsy's work. It seems as though she created a sort of wandering doorway. A portal to this world, sporadically claiming ponies from any locale in the Equestrian sphere.
  474. 474.
    >We soon had three more ponies trapped with us, none of them with the same mental power as Sudsy Days herself. It became more imperative than ever that we find some way out of this world.
  475. 475.
    >At this point, we still believed that this world was solely the one that I had envisioned. We hadn't yet realized to what degree Sudsy Days had contributed to it.
  476. 476.
    >We began to learn one day when one of our victims, a pegasus, slipped and scraped her knee."
  477. 477.
     
  478. 478.
    >uh...
  479. 479.
    >speaking of injured pegasi...
  480. 480.
    >you've got a bad feeling
  481. 481.
    >you get out of the room and head downstairs
  482. 482.
    >Rainbow Dash isn't by the couch anymore
  483. 483.
    "Dash? Where are you?"
  484. 484.
    <"In the kitchen. What's up?"
  485. 485.
    >you trot into the kitchen
  486. 486.
    "Hey. How you doing? Your wing all right?"
  487. 487.
    >you get probably a bit too close and poke at the offending appendage probably a bit too much
  488. 488.
    >she jumps away a bit
  489. 489.
    <"Yeah, geez, I'm fine. What do you want?"
  490. 490.
    "Nothing, just uh... Think of any good escape plans?"
  491. 491.
    >she sighs
  492. 492.
    <"I don't know. I guess Twilight and the gang are bound to come look for us some time."
  493. 493.
    >she shakes her head
  494. 494.
    <"It's kinda hard to think right now. I'll probably go to bed pretty soon here."
  495. 495.
    "Yeah. Yeah, that's probably a good idea. Night, then."
  496. 496.
    <"Yep. Night."
  497. 497.
    >you head back upstairs to your book
  498. 498.
    >a glance outside the bedroom window tells you absolutely nothing about the time of day
  499. 499.
    >just a yellow sky, orange plains, and hordes of deformed ghoul-things
  500. 500.
    >when are you going to tell Dash about all this stuff you're learning?
  501. 501.
    >you forgot to ask her a question about herself, too
  502. 502.
    >whatever
  503. 503.
    >you nose the book back open
  504. 504.
     
  505. 505.
    >"You see, Miss Day's plan for a world without pain or injury was manifested in the form a new kind of microscopic life. I shall call them somazoans.
  506. 506.
    >They have minds, of a sort. Primitive, but I can feel them. They mean only the best. They think they're helping.
  507. 507.
    >And in a way, they are helping. I suspect that, once infected by them, it becomes impossible to be injured, to feel pain, to fall ill, or even to die.
  508. 508.
    >When we first realized that the somazoans existed, we assumed that they knew what they were doing.
  509. 509.
    >We were wrong.
  510. 510.
    >When we saw how quickly the poor pegasus' knee healed, I took it upon myself to make a number of small incisions on my face. Sudsy took on some experimental injuries as well.
  511. 511.
    >Somazoans enter the body by open wounds. The pleasure begins immediately upon infection.
  512. 512.
    >The mutations don't start for a few hours after that."
  513. 513.
     
  514. 514.
    >mutations?
  515. 515.
    >mutations!
  516. 516.
    >you race over toward the window
  517. 517.
    >there are more of them now
  518. 518.
    >the ground outside, which had seemed so solid before, now spits up groping hooves like a viscous fluid
  519. 519.
    >the creatures are crawling up onto the surface
  520. 520.
    >have they been... burrowing?
  521. 521.
    >amidst the horde of ghouls, you spot it
  522. 522.
    >a human hand rising from the orange
  523. 523.
    >you race over to the bed
  524. 524.
    >grab the book
  525. 525.
    >and curl up in a corner
  526. 526.
    >a corner where none of them can see you
  527. 527.
    >no, no, no, no
  528. 528.
    >you have to be misunderstanding this somehow
  529. 529.
     
  530. 530.
    >"By the time the poor pegasus began to sprout extra wings, everyone else had already self-inflicted experimental injuries
  531. 531.
    >The somazoans apparently thought that I could use a pair of horns upon my head.
  532. 532.
    >This, in itself, wouldn't have been so bad.
  533. 533.
    >It's the pleasure.
  534. 534.
    >The pleasure.
  535. 535.
    >The pleasure.
  536. 536.
    >It's the pleasure that's driving me mad.
  537. 537.
    >The four ponies, their minds have already been broken by it.
  538. 538.
    >I am the last, I think, because of my large body.
  539. 539.
    >But my mind.
  540. 540.
    >It's.
  541. 541.
    >Even now I'm laughing.
  542. 542.
    >I tried, with the last of my mental energy, to reach out to Earth one last time.
  543. 543.
    >I may have made things worse.
  544. 544.
    >I think I grabbed my maternal grandfather, as a young man, and flung him into some point in Equestria's future.
  545. 545.
    >I can't tell.
  546. 546.
    >No more energy to try and rescue him.
  547. 547.
    >It would be interesting, as a scientist, to note what happens to me and my works because of this. If anything.
  548. 548.
    >I don't think.
  549. 549.
    >I don't think.
  550. 550.
    >I don't think my mind will hold on long enough for that.
  551. 551.
    >I hope the mouth to this hell doesn't swallow him.
  552. 552.
    >I hope it doesn't swallow anyone.
  553. 553.
    >I'm slipping.
  554. 554.
    >I can feel it.
  555. 555.
    >I can feel it.
  556. 556.
    >I can"
  557. 557.
     
  558. 558.
    >the writing is illegible after this point
  559. 559.
    >you close the book
  560. 560.
    >you really
  561. 561.
    >really
  562. 562.
    >have to check on Dash
  563. 563.
    >you're going to have to pass that window to get to the door though
  564. 564.
    >you take a deep breath
  565. 565.
    >and do it
  566. 566.
    >you try not to look
  567. 567.
    >but somehow
  568. 568.
    >you turn around
  569. 569.
    >and there
  570. 570.
    >in the midst of the ghouls
  571. 571.
    >he stands
  572. 572.
    >easily twenty feet tall
  573. 573.
    >with shining, obsidian horns
  574. 574.
    >little, fleshy wings flutter uselessly on his sides
  575. 575.
    >dark red scales adorn his face at spotty intervals
  576. 576.
    >and
  577. 577.
    >he's laughing
  578. 578.
    >you can't hear it so much as
  579. 579.
    >feel it
  580. 580.
    >it's an idiot laughter
  581. 581.
    >the idiot laughter of an idiot devil
  582. 582.
    >you get ready to fling open the door and race away from the sight
  583. 583.
    >but the door flies open on its own
  584. 584.
    >it hits you in the nose pretty hard
  585. 585.
    >it's...
  586. 586.
    "Rainbow Dash! You're-"
  587. 587.
    <"Hehehehehehehehehehehehe..."
  588. 588.
    >she's sporting a third eye on her left cheekbone
  589. 589.
    "Holy hell..."
  590. 590.
    >and that's when you feel it
  591. 591.
    >a droplet of something sliding down your face and splashing on your lips
  592. 592.
    >you raise a hoof to your mouth and look at it
  593. 593.
    "No."
  594. 594.
    >there's a little crimson sparkle resting there on your hoof
  595. 595.
    >nosebleed

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