>"Hey. This ain't normal, is it."
>The sun
>The sun is broken
>Shaped like the crescent moon with
>With fucking teeth marks on it
"I... nah. I don't think it is, Applejack."
>You were inside comparing notes about how to streamline her family business
>Least you could do with your professional past is put it to good use in the land of technicolor knockouts and beauties
>That all came to an end the second you heard the crunch of someone biting into a glass saucer
>That's what it sounded like to you anyway
>"This is bad. I think we should get Twilight."
"I think so too but..."
>With hardly any strength you lift your arm
>The brown path of a road going from the family house to the barn had twisted into a licorice-like spiral that looked like something out from an old video game
>The grass around it, spreading out to infect the rest, had started to melt into a mesh of grass blade-topped sharks
"I don't think I can make that jump."
>You've heard of this before
>Not this situation, but of reality falling apart
>It has only ever meant one thing
>"Discord. Discord must be doing this. That don't make sense, Fluttershy told me-"
"I don't think Discord is causing this..."
>"Who else could be doing this?"
>You exhale a laugh
>If a single "ha" counts as a laugh
"Whatever ate the sun."
>You hear Applejack say something but it's out of your depth to pay attention to what you see versus what she wants you to hear
>Four blips in the sky
>Brilliant, shining orange
>Aurora streaks of blue and purple
>A shining purple star
>A jagged spike of green
>All of them
>All of them are surrounded by a pure, complete void
>There wasn't a void moments before
>In the time it took for you to realize that, the spike of green warped and... burst
>The grass blade storm of sharks sprang from the earth and launched up toward the bursting star
>Even the licorice path whipped out, leaving behind editing stills and pencil sketches of the path from two seasons ago
>"What in... what. What are they doing up there?"
>The shock in the pony's voice is so dull you'd think you were looking at half-baked fireworks
>Was she really this used to this sort of chaotic exposure?
>Were you?
>The entire sky fills with grass sharks
>And licorice spears of gravel
>And giant letters from the earth itself that spell out
>You don't know what it spells out
>Ponies don't use English letters
"Fighting? Don't you guys have those Elements?"
>No answer
>You break away from the sight of a second sun being born to look at Applejack
>Her face
>If you ever thought you'd have another chance to sleep, you'd be kept awake by her face
>"D... did you see that?"
"Which part?"
>You go back to the sky
>The green star has become it's own planet
>Countless letters so big even visible in the growing abyss that used to be the sky swirl around like a comet field
>The aurora visage of night had flickered out, leaving the cosmos available to the naked eye
>And naked was the cosmos
>"That was Princess Luna. Did you see it?"

>"Something ate her. Something with teeth opened and-and she's gone."
>Impossible
>There is nothing that could have done that
>Not up there
>Not so impossible to see when the sky could be so barren
>Barren save for the sun, the gleam, and the star
>And something else
>You hadn't realized it but your legs gave out
>For a glimpse you see it
>Impossible numbers of long, needle spines opening in the void
>Like an etch-a-sketch, the green star vanishes
>The entire battalion of reality it stripped from the very earth vanished too
>Closed around the gaping maw of
>Of
>
>If you had a word to describe it, it wouldn't be
>Only the second sun and purple gleam remained
>The second sun had to be at least five times brighter than the one that had been...
>Where was it?
>It was up there not moments ago
>Though it burned your mind, the light from the second sun gave you insight
>It wasn't the night sky you were looking at
>Not some ceaseless abyss of space
>Segments
>Black segments
>Segments that blotted out the sky in it's entirety
>Segments that pulsed and coiled around everything, everywhere
>Segments so big that even the second sun looked like a mole on an otherwise unremarkable face
>Laughing
>Applejack is laughing
>Not one to be outmatched, the purple gleam had been darting around the ether
>While it did not muster a sun, the darting purple bullet-trailed by a thin myriad of colors-sped up until it became a solid figure
>A circle with so many figures that it may as well had become a solid figure
>Rather than vanish like the green star, the second sun revealed that it wasn't teeth of any sort but more segments that would spell demise for the purple plate
>Segmented tendrils
>Or fingers
>Scooping down at the purple plate
>Swiping or scraping at it, just to have no effect
>Only after an hour's worth of evading passed in a second did the entirety of the purple emblem vanish
>All it took was one tendril to hit the right, singular spot
>No more purple then
>Next was the second sun
>Segmented abyssal loops tried to coil around it
>You can only assume so, as loose strands tried to get in front of the second sun
>It failed
>It failed
>It failed yet again
>Until a hole appeared in the very center
>Small
>A needle's point in a zeppelin bulk
>As soon as you noticed that needle, the second sun blotted out complete
>The entire sky fell to complete darkness
>No more stars
>No more moon
>No sun
>Either of them
>Nothing
>Nothing but Applejack laughing
>You're speechless
>You don't hear when the laughter stops
>Or the horrific shrieks from Ponyville
>Were they truly only just now?
>You only see what you can't anymore
>It's all over
>You never knew