Friendship Letters
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A voice tears through the void, jagged and cold. It is Wrath. It has found you.
"WAKE UP."
The command rattles your bones. You try to speak, your lungs inexplicably burning. You call for Princess Luna.
"SILENCE. THE MARE OF THE MOON CANNOT HEAR YOU HERE. SHE IS NOT COMING TO SAVE YOU."
The darkness shifts, pressing against your skin like wet socks. Ew..
"A THOUGHT EXPERIMENT, LITTLE PONY. IS IT NOT CURIOUS? YOUR KIND CONCEALS EVERY ROTTING IMPULSE BEHIND A VEIL OF PAINTED SMILES AND SUGAR. TELL ME... WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF I UNRAVELED THE STITCHES? IF I LET THE POISON DRAIN?"
The world begins to spin. The horizon of your subconscious mind tilts until you are the only fixed point in a swirling abyss of nothingness.
"IMAGINE A BUTTON IN FRONT OF YOU. ITS FORM IS IRRELEVANT. COLOR, TEXTURE, SHAPE, ANY TRIVIALITIES. ONLY ITS FUNCTION MATTERS: THIS BUTTON WOULD PURGE THE NEGATIVITY. IT WOULD STRIP AWAY THE LIES AND CREATE A TRULY HONEST WORLD. BUT THE ACT IS PERMANENT. TOTAL. IRREVERSIBLE."
The voice drops to a low, rhythmic thrum that sends a shiver down your spine.
"HOW LONG UNTIL YOU PRESS IT? A SECOND? A DAY? A LIFETIME?"
Wrath pauses, the silence is deafening.
"NEVER."
"YOUR CURIOSITY WOULD BE YOUR SHACKLE. YOU WOULD SIT THERE, FROZEN BY INDECISION, WATCHING THE BUTTON UNTIL IT RUSTS INTO AN UNSALVAGEABLE HEAP. AND WHEN THE GEARS FINALLY GRIND TO A HALT... WHAT WILL YOU HAVE LEFT? TELL ME, LITTLE PONY; IN THE END, WAS YOUR SANCTIMONY WORTH THE RUIN?"
Wrath morphs itself away from you.
"WE WILL MEET AGAIN."
...
Your mind slowly drifts into consciousness.
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