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SCP-11: Where Babies Come From

By woggs123
Created: 2024-03-28 08:10:55
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  1. SCP-11
  2. Containment Class: Keter
  3. Harm Potential: Too high to count
  4. Moral Decay: See above
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  6. Special Containment Procedures:
  7. >SCP-11 sufferers are to be loudly ridiculed until the Herd Mentality can bring their minds into normalcy. Effective angles of attack include asking how it breathes in there, how it could possibly get in there, how it gets out, etc.
  8.  
  9. Description:
  10. >SCP-11 is the notion that babies are not only grown inside their mothers, but exit via the [REDACTED]. Those afflicted by this cognitohazard believe there is a correlation between the mother's gradual fattening, the currently-existing siblings being moved to a friend's house, and the seemingly-but-not-really suspicious loss of gravidity and addition of a baby sibling upon their return. This delusion is not pony-centric, affecting any intelligent life which does not lay eggs(1); of particular note is that SCP-063 and 063-G are also afflicted by SCP-11, which is an unusual break in the trend of their mental resistance.(2)
  11.  
  12. >(1): "Birds poop eggs" is a publicly-accepted scientific fact; if this topic is broached in therapeutic research sessions, the testfriend should emphasize the fact that ponies are not birds.
  13. >(2): 063 claims to have witnessed firsthand the 'birth' of 063-G; 063-G is likewise largely unfazed by these ideas, going so far as to claim her brother had 'an awkward talk with lots of picture books' approximately 1.5 years after her entry to Equestria. These books have been tentatively catalogued as SCP-11-B, and the search is ongoing.
  14.  
  15.  
  16. >WARNING: APPROACHING HARMONY-LEVEL CLASSIFIED INFORMATION
  17. >PROCEED BEYOND THIS POINT ONLY IF YOU HAVE COMMAND OVER A THAUMIEL-CLASS PROJECT OR O4 OVERRIDE CODES
  18. >FAILURE TO PROVIDE ACCESS AUTHORIZATION WILL RESULT IN IMMEDIATE TERMINATION OF EMPLOYMENT AND ERASURE OF VITAL INTELLIGENCE VIA AMNESTIC AGENT "IRISH ROSE"
  19. >THIS IS YOUR LAST WARNING. ACCESSING THE PASSWORD SCREEN EQUALS CONSENT TO THESE TERMS. Y/N?
  20.  
  21. Y
  22.  
  23. >QUIZFILLY SECURITY SYSTEMS PRESENTS:
  24. >A QUIZ!
  25. >Type your answers. Our patented inspelligence golem can parse some spelling errors, but to be safe please spell things correctly! It sure would suck to lose your job and memory of the last 10 years over typing 'cheez' instead of 'cheese' huh?
  26. >Question 1: Where does the baby come from?
  27. A: The tummy
  28. >Correct but not acceptable. One more chance.
  29. >Question 1: Where, in scientific terms, does the baby come from?
  30. A: After maturation, the fetus exits the mother's uterus via the vagina (birth canal).
  31. >Analyzing.
  32. >Correct and acceptable.
  33. >Questions 2 through 99 deemed unnecessary
  34. >ACCESS GRANTED.
  35.  
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  37.  
  38. SCP-11
  39. Containment Class: Keter
  40. Harm Potential: Minor
  41. Moral Decay: Normally minor; extreme and untreated cases could theoretically be civilization-ending
  42.  
  43. Special Containment Procedures:
  44. >SCP-11 is to be monitored and responded to according to each regional commander's discretion via methods listed in the public-facing SCP entry. Scattered minor cases are inevitable and largely harmless to the point of being non-anomalous; severe outbreaks can sow intense distrust between the sexes in their youths and irreversibly stunt the romantic growth of otherwise eligible parents.
  45.  
  46. Description:
  47. >SCP-11 is the state of distress and disgust caused by an adolescent pony learning the true process of sex, pregnancy and birth (SCP-11-A for the purposes of this document) before the core instincts are unlocked via the final stage of puberty. SCP-11 does not affect young foals; they will simply ignore the information given, or assume it is part of a ghost story, if informed verbally.
  48. >Adolescent foals who obtain this information(3) will experience an intense disgust towards the female anatomy (if male) or intense trepidation towards the idea of being entered or giving birth (if female). While small amounts of these negative feelings can be written off as a perfectly normal sense of bewilderment and nervousness towards such new and earthshaking information, the herd mentality effect can cause a catastrophic snowballing that leaves an entire town with no new foals for years(4).
  49. >Foals who bear witness to a creature giving birth are largely immunized to SCP-11; while both sexes display a combination of disgust, fear and curiosity, these negative feelings are far lesser than the existential rage observed in adolescent victims. Given the high marriage and birth rates of ponies who work closely with animals or as doctor's assistants, this phenomenon may even heighten a pony's inclination towards foalraising.
  50.  
  51. >(3): Via videographical evidence, sufficiently detailed written word accompanied with pictographic aids, or Meg forbid: walking in on their parents procreating with no 'wrestling' blanket. Merely knowing "foals come from inside mares" is not enough to trigger SCP-11.
  52. >(4): Which has a catastrophic affect on the morale of every demographic, especially the foals waiting to be born (see: the isekai incident)
  53.  
  54. -----
  55.  
  56. >>40940079
  57. >>40940274
  58. SCP-11-A
  59. Containment Class: Thaumiel
  60. Harm Potential: Negative however much harm it takes to kill one pony
  61. Moral Decay: Potentially extinction-level; refer to SCP-11 documentation
  62.  
  63. Special Containment Procedures:
  64. >SCP-11-A is a normal aspect of life and does not require containment. SCP-11-A is in fact necessary for the survival of all known civilizations due to its ability to counteract natural population decline. Premature knowledge of its mechanisms has proven to be extremely distressing on lifeforms who have yet to reach intellectual maturity, which requires constant consideration as per SCP-11's containment measures.
  65.  
  66. Description:
  67. >SCP-11-A refers to sex, pregnancy and birth. Anypony able to access this document has at least the bare minimum understanding of this, so this document will not detail the processes. Instead, Foundation agents have enlisted HHM(5) Twilight Velvet to share her knowledge and theories on how and why our physiology is so different from that of feral animals; HHM is a board-certified Mother of Two and professor of foalology, at the near-scandalously young age of 87.(6)
  68.  
  69. >A pony will naturally experience three distinct stages of their ~250 year lifespan: Foalhood, Adulthood and Old. An exceptionally long transition period exists between foalhood and adulthood, commonly called either adolescence or being a young mare/stallion, beginning at 15 in most cases and lasting to anywhere between 50 and 150 years of age(7).
  70. >A pony is technically fully-grown and capable of siring/bearing life by age 20, and this is accompanied by an intense interest in the opposite sex. Said interest will differ from pony to pony; some groups continue to prioritize same-sex cameraderie until one day they all start planning a family with the same stallion. Others will immediately shift to focus on a ritualized, romantic friendship with a dedicated partner.(8)
  71. >Neither party will naturally become fully aware of their different biology. Most colts will understand and accept that fillies simply 'pee different' and vice versa, with some occasional fixation on the "mystery" of the opposite sex. For most foals, that's it- half or more of their lives may be spent with a fully mature body and the brain of a schoolfoal, just barely able to channel their reproductive hormones into something that won't produce foals.
  72. >That is, until two things happen: One, their love matrix sends and receives mirrored signals with their future mate(9). Two, their harmonic matrix detects a less-than-optimal number of ponies for their current environment's food production and living space. If both conditions are met, you have a marriage to plan. Without these conditions? Well, [REDACTED]
  73.  
  74. >(5): Her/His Highness's Mommy, a royal title given to the currently-living... bearer of any crown-bearer. It is also honorarily given to Princess Celestia's current seneschal, for some reason. Point is: MOMMA'S GOT A TITLE, BABY
  75. >(6): Flattery isn't going to get you out of spring cleaning, Shining. Broom, mop, the house I raised you in, 0800 SHARP. Bring my granddaughter.
  76. >(7): 100 is the mean age of maturity; adulthood and pregnancy have been observed in as young as 15 and as old as 200.
  77. >(8):You and Cady were so cute, with all your explosive breakups and third, fourth, and fifth wheel lovers JUST so you could reconcile with a big dance number! I still have your little greaser outfit, you looked so sharp!
  78. >(9): Typically described as kaleidoscopic tunnel vision and a sensation of anxiety in the stomach, and visible to careful observers as a glowing heart pictogram in the pupils.
  79.  
  80. -----
  81. >Twilight walked through the Foundation's oldest archives
  82. >Past thousands of years worth of history
  83. >The Foundation was not yet old enough to have outlived the first generation of ponies it protected
  84. >Yet its lineage was as old as the two sisters.
  85. >Older houses, some more brutal, some more foolish
  86. >All took the sacred oath:
  87. >To bravely face the dark, and carry the light of knowledge into it
  88. >To let ponies sleep soundly, never needing to know what goes bump in the night
  89. >To giggle at the ghosties, and hope they giggle back
  90. >The ponies who served the Knights Stabler, the Illuminated Cavalry, The Gentlemares' Scientific Society
  91. >All of them, long gone to their final bedtime
  92. >But the Foundation was here, doing the same thing, in its own way
  93. >Kind of like Twilight to her great grandparents-
  94. >She giggled
  95. >That made it sound like paramilitary research divisions could have babies
  96. >If that were the case, then this is Grampy Founder's photo album?
  97. >She walked onwards for hours, following magical signs only alicorns could read
  98. >When those ran out, she gauged her direction by the itchy tingle of warding spells, shrugged off by the sheer weight of her magical locus
  99. >There it was
  100. >At the end of a hall lined with statues, all of which took the appearance of the viewer's disapproving mother
  101. >A whirring white box, with a glowing screen
  102. >Only four arrow buttons, no quills or pens, nowhere you could write on if it had one, this was a con-
  103. >A microphone
  104. >It was voice-activated
  105.  
  106. "Hello?"
  107. >"WARNING: THE FOLLOWING INFORMATION IS CLASSIFIED AT LEVEL "RAINBOW OF LIGHT." NO LEGAL CODE EXISTS FOR SUCH A BREACH OF SECURITY. NO LEGAL PROTECTIONS EXIST FOR ONE WHO COMMITS IT. PROCEED AT THY OWN PERIL."
  108. "Acknowledged?"
  109. >Database entry 'SCP-11' contains heavily edited entries
  110. >Including one entry presented as accurate and top-clearance
  111. >Display unaltered entry?
  112. "Celestia, you don't have to talk like a computer, what's wr-"
  113. >Display unaltered entry?
  114. "UGH! Yes?"
  115.  
  116. >Celestia's voice came in on the crackling speakers
  117. >She read the initial documentation with mild amusement, as if reducing this object to a single number was the drollest anecdote of the entire social season
  118. >Yet, soon the humor gave way to pain and passion. Perhaps Twilight would have been happier if she'd left then- but no, Celestia needed her to know this.
  119. >Celestia had never steered her wrong; even when every sign pointed to her having done so, she still ended up being right in the end
  120. >Even Shining's wedding- she'd planned on making herself look stupid and mean...
  121. >And somehow that helped?
  122. >Ok, one error from everyone having a bad day on just the worst day to have a bad day.
  123. >She's been right most of the time in her bajillion year lifespan!
  124. >She must be right about this, too:
  125.  
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  127.  
  128. SCP-11
  129. Containment Class: Thaumiel
  130. Harm Potential: Far less than what we knew without it.
  131. Moral Decay: No.
  132.  
  133. Special Containment Procedures:
  134. >SCP-11 is the most critical defense in our war with cosmic indifference.
  135. >99 tribes of flutterponies taken as concubines. Fields of dying babes. Mothers worked to death in the mines. Fathers conscripted by Tirac, dead in a pit with his best charioteers. I, Sundancer of Ponyland, witnessed all of this and more. Until one night, my sister and I took new names in the shade of a nameless wood, and I, Celestia, swore "never again."
  136. >The Transcendence Protocol. Does. Not. Require. Containment.
  137.  
  138. Description:
  139. >Does Her guiding hand fall too heavily on the unlucky few? Yes. Never out of cruelty- some ponies just need a firmer hand, or to accept that no foal could be bad enough to deserve them as parents! If you knew how much each mistake wounded her- how much constant attention this delicate equilibrium required, and how wide is the rack which stretches Her very soul, you would....
  140. >You would know how much you are loved. Which is why I called you here. Part of your job is to counsel those thus afflicted. To keep this phenomena at a level of "amusing, foalish antics" rather than "maddened animals, braying at the denial of their loins." The procedure is thus: you, my most faithful student, will sit here and learn. You will share the burden of what I have done, what I am doing, and what I will continue to do.
  141. >Afterwards? I believe you will walk away with more happiness than you entered with. Or, at the minimum, a newly adamantine sense of purpose. You're about to face the Dark. With it, you will understand our hearth.
  142.  
  143.  
  144. >Where to begin? I'll assume you know our ancient history- the sanitized version, at least. The monster attacks, the narrow escapes from slavery, the kind stranger who always answered our cries. The truth of these times is far less clean, and even less happy.
  145. >Everypony knows who the Pearl Mother is. Everypony knows the tales of her adventures, the Binder of Centaurs. A few foals have even thought to ask, "why did the ponies in the first stories never show up again?" Typically the answer is "these stories are set eons apart, silly!" or "nopony actually knows who they were so we just make it up!"
  146.  
  147. >I know, Twilight.
  148. >I know their names, their faces.
  149. >They died.
  150. >They did not die eons apart.
  151. >And they did not die well, surrounded by family, a priest with words of comfort.
  152. >Theirs were sputtering, fearful deaths
  153. >Cold, water, war, disease, famine, the stomach of some indescribable beast,
  154. >Many were the times the living were not even afforded the solace of a burial
  155. >One day, your daughter just didn't come home. And you never knew if she found a nice colt and settled down
  156. >Or if she fell and broke her neck
  157. >Or if she now festered in the bowels of some indescribable thing.
  158. >Yes, I know this pain personally. You do not want to know how many foals I had outlived, even before my ascension.
  159.  
  160. -----
  161.  
  162. >I see you despairing already. Yes, there's a camera. No, you don't have one, I... I can't bear you seeing me like this.
  163. >I did not bring you here to shake your spirit. Know that this phenomenon is just... growing pains. It is less frequent and severe now than it was even two generations prior.
  164. >Your work. Her work.
  165. >They are bearing fruit.
  166. >Be not afraid: We. Are. Healing.
  167. >Remember that as we continue
  168.  
  169. >Back to the topic at hoof
  170. >Megan would come back after a year and recognize but a few faces.
  171. >The numbers never seemed to fluctuate
  172. >Because there were always refugees fleeing from somewhere
  173. >Because her old friends were dead, cold as the clay in which they now laid.
  174. >You have never faced true evil, Twilight
  175. >You have faced victims of bullying who couldn't stop retaliating, you have faced bullies who were never taught anything else
  176. >True evil is only visible in the empty skies, as you gaze upwards from the hundredth grave you've dug in half as many days
  177. >Innocent creatures forced into conflict because there simply wasn't enough to eat if they didn't
  178. >Loving parents forced to breed round the clock, because extinction was the alternative
  179. >So many eyes opened, only to close forever before they blossomed
  180.  
  181. >I have seen true evil
  182. >I have BEEN true evil- did you think such a foe as despair herself could be defeated cleanly?
  183. >Yet, if I have succeeded, you will NEVER face true evil
  184. >I care not what judgement might await me
  185. >Cast me into fire, into darkness
  186. >Beyond all hope of rescue or reprieve
  187. >My people may yet be free of despair
  188. >That knowledge alone is worth every Hell.
  189.  
  190. >Sorry. I get lost in the memory of those days
  191. >Memory and my need to ensure you are armed with knowledge
  192. >Knowledge... Yes. Stop talking in circles, stop fixating on all the- FUCK, I'm doing it again!
  193. >Knowledge!
  194. >Sir Daniel always loved bringing us books
  195. >One day, the pickings were quite slim. The only books that wouldn't be missed from his home were some treatises on forest management
  196. >Forestry proved quite the- aha- fruitful topic. The topic that made all the others make sense at last.
  197. >It described hunting wild deer as a necessary, even kind, act
  198. >Not just to the hunter who earns his daily bread
  199. >To the deer as well- for their behavior was learned generationally, to thrive under predation from wolves
  200. >Remove the wolves, and you don't get happy deer-
  201. >Well, you do- for a little while. Then they all starve, because the greenery can't provide for that many deer
  202. >Now many of them must starve, so their blood can feed the new greenwood
  203. >I can guess what you're thinking, my dear- no, increasing the greenery won't fix it. The deer don't know any better, they can't know any better, they'll just keep making more of themselves than there are plants to eat, unless there are wolves standing by to eat the slow ones.
  204.  
  205. -----
  206.  
  207. >Mmm, yes, you're understanding now, why our species can breed at 15, but doesn't?
  208. >It wasn't always like this
  209. >Because you were a mare at 5. FIVE!
  210. >And an old nag at 25- dead at 30!
  211. >Yet ever since that silly fashion show, when my horns and wings flickered, I hadn't aged a day.
  212. >Yes, Twilight- Magic, of course. We know that now.
  213. >Try to keep in mind, at the time, I was a dead-eyed klutz who'd been to more funerals than parties.
  214. >I did not have a wide frame of reference at the time
  215. >Nor much time to stop and ponder
  216. >How we were living a bit longer
  217. >How our foraging parties came back full more often than they used to
  218. >Well, I knew this, but I did not understand it
  219. >We all thought it was solely because the fierce, bald, fair-maned apes were protecting us
  220. >They were, of course- and you have two of their kind on your payroll, if you require evidence
  221. >But the sheer improbability of forging a friendship with them was what mattered more
  222. >Friendship is magic, but magic is friendship as well
  223. >If only I had been a sage, I could have realized sooner
  224. >I could have saved more..
  225.  
  226. >I.. Hm, I'm spiraling again. Where was I?
  227. >Nature!
  228. >Centuries passed in Paradise Estate
  229. >Ponies stopped letting Moony and I leave, we didn't age but that didn't mean death had no dominion
  230. >Ponies valued our minds; for though Paradise enjoyed longer lives than most, that still only meant a pony could die at 40, or even 50, if she had a safe job and a foalhood of constant good harvests.
  231. >The greatest service we could provide was simply having lived long enough to see the patterns of history play out
  232. >It left us with much time to ponder Nature
  233. >Nature is no mother- she is but the architect of a grand machine
  234. >She cares not for you, or any other component- that which breaks shall be replaced
  235. >The plates keep spinning, the machine keeps running- I'm sure it's beautiful, when you're not one of the parts ground to a nub and thrown back in the smelter.
  236. >Always one or two plates breaking, so the others could stay spinning
  237. >But what if one could balance every plate, simultaneously?
  238. >Nature cares not for us
  239. >Nature is cold and often cruel, but never willfully unfair- she is the embodiment of all mortal clay
  240. >She does not begrudge when an arm of her toy breaks itself- that is a part of its design, and she is equally content in observing the well-oiled pistons as she is marking the scatter of a blown casing. All outcomes are acceptable, so long as the machine keeps going in some form.
  241. >She cares for nothing else, it often seemed
  242. >Save perhaps that homage was paid to her one, iron law: strength
  243. >Thus, I reasoned: could one be strong enough to set the machine according to their own whims?
  244. >Could one take the throne from the forest queen? Would such a victory be honored, or would Nature finally play favorites?
  245. >And how would I do such a thing? How can one assail a castle that does not exist, and depose a king who only exists as a metaphor for the absurdity of life itself?
  246.  
  247. -----
  248.  
  249. >Hope and prosperity ebbed and flowed, as the centuries wore on, as they did in those days
  250. >My theory of magic = lifespan was proving correct
  251. >The Williamses were still with us, though even in this land of magic they were starting to get on in years
  252. >Ponies' theoretical lifespans were approaching what we now consider 'really sad but at least kind of not unfair for a pony with those eating habits.'
  253. >Practical lifespans were still quite low on average
  254. >The scattered tribes of ponyland warred over dwindling resources, as mage lords and demons wreaked havoc with hoarded magic
  255. >Yes, Twilight, we're getting to the hearthswarming tale!
  256. >Recall how I said, "magic is friendship"- yes, Magic can be kinder than Nature- by virtue of caring about anything, it's kinder than Nature
  257. >It is a double-edged sword, however
  258. >Magic comes from, and creates, intelligent souls
  259. >Magic needs narrative, needs factions, needs ideas
  260. >Magic delights in weighty and unlikely tales, and harsh lessons taught hard
  261. >Where Nature is content to simply allow her children to kill each other over food
  262. >Magic requires meaning, pomp, circumstance
  263. >Magic sees the poor fucking infantry who kept dying in my place, whenever some two-bit PONCE from a segregated tribe considered our unity a threat
  264. >Magic would rather see the royal guard, laid to rest with laurels for defending his god-queen
  265. >Magic also sees the dead assassin was a noble's son, and says "why not a 10 year war? It will make a fun tale, of knights and princesses and-"
  266. >And it is indeed a fun tale, so long as you're not one of the thousands of conscripts who dies in a pit of mud, shit and blood. Nor the princess, whose letters of regret are becoming rather boilerplate.
  267. >All for the family squabble of two bastards you've never actually met.
  268. >I will never forgive Sombra. Nor myself.
  269.  
  270. >Right, sorry, spiraling? Okay..
  271.  
  272. >So, we knew we'd have to do something GLORIOUSLY stupid and hackneyed
  273. >Our enemies were two halves of the same coin
  274. >One needed to be given a face and a name and a fortress to assault
  275. >Banners raised in the name of something purer than mere survival
  276. >Carried by those who truly believed
  277. >And we'd only have the one shot for our little play
  278. >To tame Magic itself, with a willing sacrifice for a voodoo doll- perhaps stupid enough to work, but only because it's an ORIGINAL kind of stupid
  279.  
  280. >The other would not be half as easy
  281. >Magic's twin was, as I've explained, simply how the pony's mind can comprehend the trillions of intricate machines that govern our world. That ARE us, and our world, and the cosmos.
  282. >Defeating her is impossible- her only goal is to observe what happens
  283. >You must take control of her grand design
  284. >You want to stop the pointless cycle of slaughter? Alright sweetie, and how are you gonna do that without just making it happen somewhere else?
  285. >Or taking the scorched earth route and killing everyone, everywhere so nobody can ever feel bad again
  286. >Fucking Sombra I SWEAR
  287. >Sigh
  288. >Right, right
  289.  
  290. -----
  291.  
  292. >>40941116
  293. >So.
  294. >Two-pronged attack
  295. >Show up the bloody-fisted whimsy of Magic, get him to play a calmer game
  296. >Easy... Relatively
  297. >Subtly influence nature, and keep it influenced, and blunt the claws of circumstance until at the very least, civilized creatures need not die young. Ideally, we take our pets and our livestock with us as well- our gift to them for standing by us when there were no rules.
  298. >Much less easy
  299. >And much slower
  300. >Luna, growing steadily familiar with the realm of magic, already had an idea for the effigy of magic
  301. >It could be thrown together in a day if we absolutely had to-
  302. >Magic might give us a bonus for improv comedy if we did
  303. >It would all be useless without the Protocol, however
  304. >A brief moment of control in the narrative would be nothing with no agent to slip inside
  305. >And our only plan would take another bloody, wailing century to enact properly
  306.  
  307. >Starswirl knew of ancient Law, the kind found only where the roots are wild
  308. >At the core of the wildest forest in the land, where the wind is still everfree
  309. >Forbidden alchemies, blood magicks, words chanted to blazing nyx under a new moon
  310. >Every kind of spell, legal, illegal, and so horrible I won't even make them illegal because I don't want ponies to know they were ever possible
  311. >Mage and herbalist and bard tended to the grove
  312. >Until a silvery-pearly tree reached deep into the earth's core
  313. >How strangely fitting, that the one soul we could trust, bore a name which meant 'pearl.'
  314. >Megan, my friend, she volunteered to be the Heart of our machine
  315. >I-
  316. >
  317. >I watched as one third of the only reason our species was not a footnote in some other race's evolution
  318. >I-
  319. >I watched her impale the back of her head on that damned silver sapling
  320. >I fucking encouraged her
  321. >We all told ourselves, 'she's getting old,' 'at least it mattered,' 'she'll be remembered.'
  322. >Sure.
  323. >She's still dead, though.
  324. >Maybe not as dead as most dead ponies, but gone from this world in every way that matters all the same.
  325. >She suffered worse than I do- at least I get to play in the world we created. She's stuck doing maintenance duty.
  326. >
  327. >...
  328. >She died with a smile, Twilight
  329. >Not a kind smile
  330. >The raving smile of a madmare gone to fight Death itself
  331. >In that moment, I think I finally understood why they kept coming back for us
  332. >They wanted this fight as badly as I did
  333. >To prove to any Power that would bear witness: humankind is not powerless
  334. >...
  335. >Promise me, you'll make sure the Anons know they're loved, won't you?
  336. >Thank you
  337.  
  338. -----
  339.  
  340. >Where was I? Right
  341. >Megan and the Tree were now one
  342. >I might have felt the faintest wind toustle my mane
  343. >Megan reassuring me, or Nature being a good sport? To this day, I know not.
  344. >Hm, did you know- the Tree of Harmony is actually more like a fungus?
  345. >A century to let this project percolate
  346. >So this immortal, fungal tree could spread itself
  347. >Suffused with an alien awareness, it could spread a fragment of Megan, or her last wishes, or-
  348. >I don't know everything, Twilight, but
  349. >It slipped a little bit of that motherly love, defiance and self control into everything, everywhere.
  350. >Just one more century, a million more pointless deaths, and you know what? A couple bad sugar harvests, just to rub it in!
  351. >All the remaining Circle felt it, when the time was nigh
  352. >The sudden certainty, that this broken world which contained maybe 2, maybe 1, or maybe no gods, now definitely contained at least one.
  353. >Left alone, I'm confident Harmony could have fixed the world slowly. But Nature demands Strength, we had a show to put on, and I was tired of burying ponies.
  354.  
  355. >Danny had been playing with bad magic in the interim
  356. >Intentionally so, for he needed to appear monstrous
  357. >Just as we could trust Megan to never abuse her symbiotic influence over our hormones, we could trust that Danny wouldn't actually kill anyone no matter how insane he got
  358. >For one hundred years, he built his legend as the god-king of chaos and strife
  359. >Yes, I directly had a hoof in the creation of Discord
  360. >And he was and is brother to the being every pony invokes in some manner as a god
  361. >Why do you think I insisted he be reformed?
  362. >It wasn't just loyalty, no- everyone loves a redemption story.
  363. >Anyway
  364. >For the past one hundred winters, Discord had made sure every living soul knew his name
  365. >And associated him with despair, pain, war, all the bad things
  366. >So when we came out to play, every scrap of raw magic in the world knew we were fighting all those things too
  367. >So when we won?
  368. >You know how the story ends, from there
  369. >Obviously, Nature respected our victory
  370. >It's still in progress, of course, but she hasn't taken it back yet
  371. >Harmony does her very best to keep things balanced
  372. >She stumbles sometimes, but we're better off with her than without
  373. >Oh, Molly?
  374. >Her story ended much more simply:
  375. >She stayed with us until she passed
  376. >Acting as Seneschal to the royal court
  377. >I think, losing her was what drove Luna off the deep end
  378. >I should talk to her more often
  379. >Twilight?
  380. >Thank you for listening.
  381. >I know that was a scary story, but I need you to remember a few things:
  382. >One, Harmony chose you. No, she truly chose you- it's one of the few things she consciously thinks about. She trusted you to help her fix her broken friend, and you came through.
  383. >Two, I chose you. Because I believe in you. I believe you could have done the same things I've done, but better. Know that I would never speak lightly of those I have failed in the past. You could have saved more.
  384. >Three, I love you.

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