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“What? You gonna judge me for blackmailing and knocking out Zecora?”

*No.*

“Tell me we should kill Twilight before she learns too much?”

*No.*

“Ask me to masturbate furiously because you’re desperate for some action?”

*What!? No, what’s wrong with you?*

Pinkamena snickered slightly, enjoying the reaction. The last one was just a joke; she still liked to joke around occasionally, even though they’re dirty most of the time.

“Well, I’m out of guesses. What did you want then? It must be important, considering you only ever talk to me after my daily release.”

She seemed to hesitate, as she took longer to answer this time than she had before.

"It’s…it’s about Meotrize.*

Her voice came out slow and softly spoken as if it was a touchy subject. Pinkamena had always been able to read people, with a few exceptions. Whether it be by looks, body language, or voice patterns. By the way, she was talking, she was afraid. And considering she had said she doesn’t feel as much emotion as she did, it must have been a lot of fear.

Pinkamena sat up in her bad, with an annoyed look on her face. She had been through a very long and frustrating day, now when she finally gets to rest, Sylia decided to choose now to talk. Pinkamena, knowing this was going to be a long night, she began to get comfortable. She put her back to the headboard while straightening herself out; it looked like a very odd position for a pony to be in. But, considering the kind of pony Pinkamena is, she didn’t really mind strange positions.

“Do you know something?”

Pinkamena’s face and voice were previously a joking one, but now it was a serious one, with a hint of curiosity. Out of the possibilities, Pinkamena had thought about anyone who knew of Meotrize, Sylia wasn’t one of them. Considering her whole bodiless situation, it wouldn’t seem like someone like her would know about something like this.

*No, I know everything about Meotrize. I know where and what it was, what happened to it, and the war that involved it. I also know Equestria’s involvement, and why Celestia wants it to remain hidden. I know about because I lived there, I’m the Meotrizen Celestia was accusing you of being.*

Pinkamena said nothing; she had nothing to say. She could hear the guilt in Sylia’s voice and could tell she was sorry. It made sense, while psychopaths like Pinkamena are uncommon, it’s even more uncommon for two to meet each other, especially in this specific situation. And since psychos tend to feel no sympathy or guilt for their victims, would that mean they would for other psychos? Probably, but that wasn’t all on Pinkamena’s mind.

Pinkamena was trying to figure out whether she should believe her, and what to do about it. Sylia could tell she was trying to think, so, she decided to remain quiet, not wanting to annoy her any more than she was already from everything before. While they were friends of sorts, their relationship is…shaky.

“Well, that certainly explains a lot. If this is true that is, which I think it is, you have no reason to lie to me. I have questions, a lot of questions. Both about Meotrize, and other things.”

Pinkamena said slowly, almost like a detective to a suspect during an interrogation. While this was normal, the lack of emotion in her voice was unnerving. Something about it this time was different, it was utterly void of emotion, but at the same time, Sylia could feel mixed emotions coming from Pinkamena. Curiosity was a main, but there was also a few others. The one that truly shocked her though was the ever so slight trace of sympathy.

*I-I will, but, you have to understand, there’s still only so much I can tell you right now. Not because I don’t trust you or anything, I do entirely; it’s just, I don’t think you’re ready. Understand?*

Sylia’s voice was shaky, and cautions. This was the Sylia Pinkamena knew and was friends with. But, according to her, she was once a very different person, more like Pinkamena, apparently. She was only this way because of both her situation and as she had explained once before, her emotions were fading. So, whatever had made her so terrified before, must be something to be cautious of.

“Sylia, our relationship is a strange one. I have no idea what you look like, who you really are, or how you got into my head, but, you’re my friend. The conversations we had, the jokes we shared, and the way you didn’t judge me but sympathized with me when I was killing myself shows that you’re trustworthy. I trust you, and I trust whatever you’re hiding from me, is for a good reason. But, being the kind of pony I am, my curiosity might get the better of me.”

Pinkamena wasn’t lying; she did trust Sylia. But, she wasn’t being entirely honest either. While everything she had said was true, there was a little more to the story than that. Sylia had only ever started talking to her when she changed, so that raises the question, how long had she been there? There were many other questions that made Pinkamena suspicious of her, such as, why did these dreams really start? Is Sylia the only one in Pinkamena’s head? If so, why are any others remaining so quiet?

No, Pinkamena knew there was someone else in her head. She had never told Sylia about this, for multiple reasons. But in the days when she was still Pinkie, something… strange happened. While the dreams were what slowly made her who she is, they were more like light winds that were slowly pushing her over the edge; then there was the storm that forced her over it.

One night, while she had gone to the bathroom to puke like she usually did, which ironically, she didn’t, that’s when the bizarre thing happened. On her way out, she looked in the mirror like she did every night to see what her current state was, but this time was different. There was something in the mirror, something… demonic.

It looked like her, or at least, it had her body. Well, it had her current body, not the one she had back then. Back then, she had the bimbo cotton candy hair. But now, she had the dull curtain hair look, which the thing in the mirror had. What made it demonic though, wasn’t it’s uncanny similarity to her, it was its face.

Its pupils were dark red and dilated, with a black sclera, making it something…unnatural. Those eyes were like a black hole, it was empty, emotionless, pulling on anything that dares to so much as look at it. Something else about its eyes though was the way they bled. It wasn’t normal blood though; it was dark black and thick. It came out of her eyes like tears, in streams. But at the same time, it oozed out, almost like that last drop of ketchup out of the bottle. Slowly going down, but taking its time.

But it's smiling; it’s horrible smile, was traumatizing. It was stretched farther than anything Pinkie could ever have hoped to accomplish, and would ever want to. Its teeth looked old and crooked like they hadn’t been brushed or flossed in years. But the intent behind that smile, the look it was giving her, it was something Pinkamena could never accomplish in her life. What happened afterward is what pushed her, what changed her, it started talking to her.

It was like Sylia’s voice, everywhere but nowhere at the same time, but that’s where the similarities stopped. It sounded dark and deep and was slow and terrifying. It sounded like echoes as if there were seven of them trying to speak at the same time, all with the same kind of voice and intentions. If The Royal Canterlot voice had an opposite, this would be it. It was full of ill intent, and darkness, it sounded as if pure evil had a voice.

Never in her life, nor as Pinkie or Pinkamena, had she ever feared anything. Pinkie would always just laughed at anything scary, and Pinkamena enjoyed the thrill, but this was different. To this day, to this very moment, it’s face and the things it whispered to her, the horrible things she dares not repeat, haunt her to this day. There is not a single day that goes by she doesn’t think about it, not a single day goes by when she’s not full of fear at the slight chance that thing will appear again.

*Pinkamena?*

Pinkamena quickly opened her eyes; not even realized she had closed them. She must have subconsciously done it when she began to remember that night, and begin to think of that…thing.

*Pinkamena? Are you okay? I sensed some fear from you, and you’re not the type to get scared easily. What were you thinking about?*

She was about to respond, but then she hesitated. She couldn’t let Sylia know about that night because if she does, she might learn that Pinkamena was suspicious of her. So, she calmed herself down and made up the best lie at the moment she could.

“It was over coated by your fear, but I did get scared of Celestia. After all, she is a god, so thinking about what happened made me scared, but I’m fine. Just, tell me about Meotrize, and you. I need to know everything, both about Meotrize and you. That’s all I ask, can you do that much for me?”

There was silence in the room, the tension from the silence increasing by the second. For a while, Pinkamena would have thought she left if she hadn’t felt her presence.

*Ok, I’ll start, don’t interrupt me or I might change my mind. The reason why you won’t find anything about Meotrize, and why I’m not worried about Twilight finding anything out about it, is because it doesn’t exist. At least, not anymore. The thing is though, it’s not a forgotten city or an empire, nor is it another land or even a planet. Meotrize is a completely different dimension.*

She paused as if waiting for the surprised reaction from Pinkamena. But then she remembered Pinkamena wasn’t really the type that gets surprised or scared that much anymore and decided to just continue with the story.

*Anyway, as I said earlier, this place couldn’t have been more different than Equestria. There was crime nearly every day, people, as I’ll refer to them as were killed everyday. There wasn’t a single day that went by that someone didn’t either suffer or lose everything. It wasn’t always like that, but it changed one day when the old king died.

I say, old king, because I don’t know his name, it was so long ago, few even do. He wasn’t killed in a battle or anything like that; he simply died of old age. But he didn’t have any heirs to the throne so that no one could take place. The next best choice was to choose an entirely different royal family, the Lanz family. My family.*

Once again, Pinkamena sat there quietly, not reacting in even the slightest. Sylia ignored this and decided to continue her story.

*I wasn’t lying when I said my family was bucked up, under exaggerating. Bucked up would be too good for them. My family took over Carnia Millenniums before I was born, Carnia was the name of the kingdom we lived in, by the way. But ever since they did take over, everything went to Tartarus. Crime rates skyrocketed, murder and rape were at an all-time high, even the amount of corrupted guards was increasing. It was a worse tyranny than Sombra’s reign over The Crystal Empire.

And as you would imagine, my family was behind it all. The details on how would just bore you so, I won’t bother. Ever since my seven times grandfather was the ruler, I’ll explain that later, they became a more aggressive kingdom. They began to take over nearby cities, towns, even other kingdoms. It didn’t stop until they conquered everything.*

“Wait, how were you able to take over other places when your kingdom was in such a horrible state?”

Pinkamena said, no other emotion than curiosity in her voice and on her face.

*I was just going to explain that, you see, as you might have noticed, we’re not ponies. We couldn’t be more different, actually. But since I don’t really have a body, I can’t show you what we looked like. But if I ever get one, I’ll show you. Anyway, no matter what species we were, it still wouldn’t explain why we lived so long, so I’ll explain the best I can.

Ever since the very first member of our family was born, we strived for one thing, perfection. And while nobody’s perfect was still known by us, they wanted to get as close as possible. So, for as long as our family has been around, they tried for perfection. They used magic to artificially prolong our lives, so much so, that it manipulated our genetics. The average lifespan of our species was eighty years, but due to the incredible amount of DNA manipulation, and genetic mutation, any healthy member of our family, is capable of living averagely to five hundred years.

But, as I said earlier, they wanted to be perfect, so they didn’t focus on just a long life. Intelligence, strength, endurance, beauty, and many other traits and features were focused on. Everyday, since the day one could walk, a member of the family is raised with these features in mind. They’re homeschooled by the family, so they're almost always geniuses. Then, they’re trained in battle, by previous family members. They were beaten every single day by their parents to increase endurance, but before they’re trained in hardcore regimens until their body doesn’t have the room to grow any more muscles, which was abnormal on it’s own.

And to ensure all members of the family were beautiful, only people deemed by the family as worthy would be allowed to be impregnated. With all this genetic manipulation that was being done, every generation was a little better than the last. They were faster, stronger, smarter, and prettier than the previous. And this stayed to the last generation, mine, which I will explain later.

At the time, our family was small. But still, they were fully capable of taking on an army. With every location they took over, the family grew, making us capable of taking down bigger and tougher targets. By the time my generation came along, there was a family in each place we conquered.*

Sylia laughed for a few seconds, but this was no normal laugh. This was the laugh of someone who knew they were about to die, but it was different, it had traces of… nostalgia in it.

*My generation, in the only words I could put it, was the best at being the worst. One of the traits that was being focused on, if you can even call it that, was bloodlust. As you know, sometimes people are born with certain…mutations. Photographic memory, ambidextrous, and an unnatural want to kill. While the other ones were also focused on, bloodlust was focused on the most. While they could increase the chance of these genetic mutations through what they do, it can’t be guaranteed. So you can imagine the chances of a single individual getting all these traits, but I’ll talk more about that later.Most people would ask why bloodlust would be something you would want, as it has no benefit or improvements, it’s nothing but an unnecessary urge. Which is true, or at least, it is for artificial bloodlust. You see, what most don’t know, is there are two kinds of bloodlust. There’s artificial bloodlust, which can be caused. Such as a traumatic event, emotional issues, repressed emotions, and other such things.*

Suddenly, she seemed to giggle. But this wasn’t the kind of giggle Pinkamena would get out of her from a joke, it was much darker. Pinkamena noticed this, but she didn’t act on it, she was quite familiar with that kind of giggle.

But then, there’s natural bloodlust, which other than the name, it has no real similarities. It’s something you're born with, something that no matter what kind of family or environment you’re born into, you’re going to live with it for the rest of your life. And unlike it’s sad counterpart, it actually has benefits. A lack of fear, a high tolerance for pain, an ability to think of multiple ways to kill an enemy in seconds, and a motivation to kill. Though, it’s only real con, is it requires a catalyst. To activate it, you need to take a life, a person’s life.

But when it does, the urge it gives you is…indescribable. You’d have to experience it to understand, and I hate to tell you, but your bloodlust is artificial. But, moving on to the previous subject, I hope you can understand why certain kind of people would want this, or want it for their children.

Anyway, as I’m pretty sure you’ve figured out, I’m a part of that family. Or, to be more specific, I am- was a part of the last generation, nor was I an only child. There were three others, my siblings. Talia and Mony, my sisters. There were the snobby, spoiled brats of the family. They acted like they were the best at everything, wanted everything, and did everyone; they were basically like the stepsisters from Ponyella. But they did make up for it; they were smart, good in battle, and pretty.

Then there was my brother, who I personally liked. His name was Brakon, and he was too kind for the family he was born in. I can’t really describe him to you, so you’ll just have to take my word for it that he was hot as Tartarus. I wasn’t attracted to him or anything, even he thought I was hot, it was just a mutual understanding between us. He was always nice to me, and pretty much everyone who wasn’t an enemy, he was kind to. He was strong and smart, and pretty much as close to perfect as possible. Sadly, unlike Talia and Mony, who both had photographic memory, he had no special traits. He was also the heir to the family, or, was. Anyway, now that we're done, let's move on to my parents.

I never met my mother, and I’m still not sure if I want to. I don’t even know if she cared for us or not, or if she was even alive. All I know is what father told us, and that wasn’t much. He said she wasn’t allowed to see us, and that she never will. He never told us anymore, nor did any of us ask. But, since I’ve mentioned him, I might as well start on him, my father.

He was…indescribable. Years of discipline, strictness, and just constant high expectations since he was an only child, made him who he was. He was also one of the rare who got bloodlust, which that alone would make a person aggressive, mixed in with the way our family raised, he was almost never calm. He was brutal, strict, ruthless, seemed to have no sense of shame nor dignity. He did what he wanted, how he wanted, when he wanted, and no one could have stopped him. His punishments always went overboard, and were done for the smallest of things. He expected the impossible, and didn’t care how much others suffered in order for it to get done, even his own children. Now, I could sit here for hours and tell you the kind of person he was, but there would be no point in that. So, I’ll just skip my daddy issues, and move on to me.*

Suddenly, a chill went down Pinkamena’s spine. Something changed, Sylia’s entire mood changed. She felt darker, sadistic, evil, and happy all at the same time. It completely turned Pinkamena on, but she didn’t express it, she was still suspicious. There were certain things Sylia was telling her, and certain signs or voice patterns would change when talking about a specific thing or person, she was hiding something, something important.

*Remember earlier when I mention just how low the chances of someone getting all the traits? Well, in the centuries they’ve tried, my family was never able to procure such a perfect specimen, until me. I was both the first, and the last to be born so lucky. I was the idea of perfection, mixed with my traits, I was beautiful, intelligent, strong, quick to adapt and learn, but most of all, I was a warrior. I was the prodigy among prodigies. Obviously, this made others jealous, which turned into hatred. My brother was the only member of my family who was ever kind to me.

That’s not all though, not even close. I was…different than the others. My bloodlust was abnormal, which is a weird thing to call it. I said it was a hard trait to get, not impossible. Multiple ancestors of the family had bloodlust, and all of them tried to explain what they could about it. Mine was much different than the kind my ancestors had, and my family didn’t like things they didn’t know about or confused them.

Other than giving a stronger urge, the bloodlust I had gave many advantages. In battle, I seemed to grow stronger, faster, and relied more on my primal instinct than the training I went through, which sometimes caused more problems than what it solves. My magic seemed to spike in power, durability, and quantity, but something else changed about it was different. It’s color changed, it was normally bright red, but in battle, it changed to a much darker red, almost black. Members of my family who either trained me or watched me battle said other things changed, they said my eyes seemed to turn into a more purple color, and that my teeth seemed to get sharper, there were many other minor changes, which earned me many nicknames, but there was one I was always fond of, The Angel of Insanity. But I’m sure you’ve heard enough about me and my family. Let’s move on to what you're really wanna know about: The Dimension War.

As I said before, Meotrize is a completely different dimension. But, that doesn’t mean Equestria had absolutely nothing to do with it. It’s true they remained strangers to each others existence for a very long time, but nothing last forever. I don’t know the details myself, as he rarely told me or anyone else anything, but he somehow learned of Equestria, and how their leaders were posing as gods. This is something me and my family had been trying to do for as long as we’ve been around, but it never worked. The populace was more than happy to see us as demons, but never gods, that’s one of the few goals we were never able to accomplish.

This was around the time Celestia and Luna had first taken place as the rulers of Equestria, which is a story all on its own, which I have absolutely no intention of telling you, it’s not my place. So, when he heard they were recently crowned and were already being called gods, it enraged him. Mostly because of all the effort, it took our family to get where they were, and yet they had more than we had with little to no effort on their part. So, claiming it was to dominate another dimension and not because of his jealousy, he convinced the rest of the family with his social status and charm, to declare war on Equestria.

Like today, Equestria was an extremely pacifist nation and tried to avoid bloodshed at any cost. But no enemy had reasoned with us before, Equestria was no exception. Using the extremely talented witches, mages, and other magic casters we had at our disposal, we were able to gain access to their dimension. And so began The Dimension War, the end of my family, and the peace of Equestria, along with millions of lives on both sides.*

Once again, Pinkamena stayed quiet, still not reacting in any way. Sylia really wished she could read Pinkamena’s thoughts, the anxiety of waiting for her reaction was destroying her. But she said she’d tell her story, and she will.

*The war started off as you’d expect, my family started attacking smaller towns and cities, showing Celestia just how serious they were. It took the destruction of three towns, two cities, and countless lives before Celestia retaliated. She gathered every single soldier and guard in Equestria, even going as far as to enlist prisoners from before they were leading, creating a vast and dangerous army. It might have seemed stupid to remove all defenses from the towns and cities, but Celestia realized my family liked at least some fight, so they wouldn’t attack a place with no defenses, which we probably should have, but my father’s pride wouldn’t have allowed us to do such a thing.

Celestia’s strategy was simple and efficient. Using a powerful time potion made by the zebras, which can’t be replicated today, as the ingredients no longer exist, though they can be substituted to make a much less potent potion. Using both the potion and her alicorn powers to enhance it, she was able to see a week ahead of time. She used this to see when attacks would happen, and planned accordingly. She split the army in half, one to defend Canterlot, and the other to defend the place or places being attacked.

If it was multiple places, Celestia would split the army even further, and used Luna to defend a place by herself. If it was one place, Celestia would send the army with Luna, while she stayed at Canterlot, in case something unexpected happened. This strategy worked for a while, resulting in minimal casualties, sometimes even none. But eventually, my father got frustrated with the loss of so many soldiers, though, we honestly had more than we needed. So, he decided to both increase the size of the attacking armies, and to send a little back up. Before, our family wanted to sit back and let the foot soldiers do all the work, like they were used to. But apparently, they underestimated Equestria, and that irritated the entire family.

They decided to send in family members to fight, and it was honestly overkill. Luna was able to handle maybe one or two, but mortals weren’t so lucky. The tides were eventually turned, to the point where they were losing much more than we did. Celestia noticed this and decided to risk sending in the other half of the army, and herself. Celestia had never taken a life before, so she didn’t take it very well. But she didn’t have any choice, the mixture of the side effects of constantly drinking time potions, and killing thousands, she became a mad queen for a while. Sometimes, I still don’t think she’s over it.

This war went on for years, until the point where both sides had more citizens than soldiers. Though for us, that wasn’t an issue, as we forced citizens to fight. But Celestia couldn’t do that, while she lost most of her sanity, she wasn’t completely gone, as Luna was still there to help her through it. This put Equestria at a huge disadvantage, and they began to lose. But as you would guess, something happened.

While on a scouting party in The Everfree Forest, a couple of guards stumbled upon The Mirror Pool. This was after the zebras abandoned it, but before they found someone suitable to be a guardian. So, discovering the abilities of it, Celestia decided to use the pool to recreate her army and make it bigger. To this very day, it’s still used. But only rarely, as there’s no real reason to need an army. That’s the reason why so many guards look so similar, in case you were ever curious about that.

My father was smart, but not a strategist. So, using pure numbers, we started losing. It took years, maybe even decades, but eventually, they won. Sort of. It got down to the point to where we had used every citizen, every soldier, even every family member. Only me and the rest of my family remained to fight, and fight we did. But, of course, no matter how strong one may be, any enemy can be outnumbered.

But my father refused to lose, despite having lost almost everything. So, all of us banded together and attacked Canterlot. But, Celestia knew about this of course. She spent her preparation time cloning her army until she felt she had enough. By the time we got there, there were millions, maybe even billions of soldiers. Eventually, they got us. But my father, he was very persistent. He and he alone were able to get to the castle, but sadly, he didn’t get to Celestia.

Luna had expected we might get through, and was waiting. In his weakened state, Luna was quickly able to finish him off. But my father wasn’t finished, he infused all his remaining magic into Luna, slowly corrupting her, creating Nightmare Moon. But the magic didn’t act on its own, it fed on the envy and hate Luna felt for her sister until it was powerful enough to take her over, and obviously, it did. And, until now, Celestia and Luna thought we were all dead. But if there's one thing my families known for, it always has a backup plan.

As I said before, we had very talented mages and alchemist at our disposal. So, my father, when he realized we were going to lose, asked everyone we had left to make a resurrection potion or spell. Even then, such a thing was impossible, but, they could make the next best thing. They called it the Quetzalcoatl, but what it did, was more like reincarnation than resurrection.

The potion/spell, it was really a combination of both, relied entirely on the amount of magic the user had. There were enough resources to make enough for all of us, so that’s what we did. The potion took an immense amount of our magical power, so when we fought, we were already much weaker than before. But despite the sacrifice, it did it’s intended use.

It takes the mind and soul of the user, and at death, it turns it into an ethereal form. Much like the Wendigoes. As an ethereal, we were not bound by any laws of physics. We were able to go into other dimensions or forbidden areas, which was also its intended use. But our dimension was destroyed, so we had no choice but to go to Equestria. As you would imagine, being ethereal was very, well, unexplainable. You have no sense of time, no sense of self-awareness, the only reason we even were able to go to Equestria is because of our last directive, which was go to Equestria and find a host.

I have no idea how long I was ethereal; I just know it’s been a very long time. Nor do I know if the rest of my family are still ethereal, found a host, or found a host before I did became a villain, and died. You may be wondering why I say villain, or why I chose you, well, I will explain. We can’t just choose any one we want as a host, because if so, I guarantee we would not be here. No, you see, certain standards have to be met, very specific standards.

The host can be any age or species, that’s not the issue. But, the host has to be as similar to you as possible, at least seventy percent. That means traits, mindset, family, those kinds of things. In a place like Equestria, finding anyone even remotely similar to us was immensely difficult. But I was patient, so I waited, and waited, and waited until you happened. I have no idea whether or not the rest of my family have found a host, but, I do know I’ve found mine. You had an eighty-two percent similarity to me, at least, to who I was.

You had a dark perception of reality, you worked every day, you were emotionally suffering, and you were born with photographic memory, those were more than enough traits for me to take over. Then the sonic rainboom happened, and I took you over at that time. The result was Pinkie, the sudden amount of magic entering your body sent you into shock, making your brain go into overdrive. As a result of the immense amount of magic from the sonic rainboom, and my magic, you gained The Pinkie Sense.

You became a happy, bouncy pony, nothing like me. The sudden change and timing made me more like your subconscious, making me unable to control your body. Then everything happened, and I had no choice but to watch. As you know, magic feeds of your emotions. Certain kind of emotions can only feed on negative emotions, and you had none. So my magic was slowly fading, as it both had no substance, and you had been using it every time you were in danger. With my magic, my emotions began to fade, and so did I. While me myself could never fade away, I could become nothing more than a being without soul or mind, I could become an ethereal again, one that would die when you did.

But no matter how much my emotions fade or how I change, my bloodlust would never go weak. Luckily though, with my situation being how it was, I couldn’t act on it. I thought I would have had to deal with it for as long as you were alive, which was a torture worse than anything my dad put me through. But then, something happened, something new.

On the day of your birthday, when everything happened, you changed. For a few hours, you became who you were when I took you over; you became dark. I jumped at the negative emotions, feeding and thriving off of them. So, even after you thought you were okay, you weren’t, not even close. With my emotions, the bloodlust became stronger. But I was still in your mind so that I couldn’t do anything. Though with the surge in magic, what I could do, was manipulate your dreams.

It didn’t get rid of it, but it helped. I don’t think I have to tell you what happened after that. That’s everything I know.*

Awkward silence followed, as Sylia didn’t want to speak anymore, and Pinkamena was remaining quiet. It felt like years, as Pinkamena simply sat there quietly, and Sylia waited for her to speak, full of anxiety. Sylia was about to speak again, but then Pinkamena began to speak.

So, it was your fault then?”

She said this in a strange way, similar to the way Celestia was talking before. Emotionless, but on the borderline of releasing every emotion being held back. Sylia was confused and scared at the same time; she didn't understand the question.

“It’s your fault I’m like this? A bloodthirsty pony who’s lost any connection with friends or family? Who has turned from an innocent, bouncy, joyful mare? Into a sadistic, psychotic, murderous pony? Who has even hurt the people who were once their friends? I’ll ask again, so it’s your fault I’m a monster.”

Sylia didn’t know how to react; this wasn’t the reaction she expected. Pinkamena may have said it quietly, but that’s only because there were others asleep in the house. The way she said the things she did, she was angry, really angry. In the entire time, Sylia’s been with Pinkamena, she’s never seen her angry, not once. But now, it was scary how she was angry, despite not being able actually to hurt her. Sylia was terrified, both because of Pinkamena being angry, and losing the only friendship, she’d be able to have.

*I-I’m sorry, Pinkamena! I didn’t mean to-*

“I’m just bucking with ya! Calm down.”

Pinkamena said, barely able to hold back her laughs. Her angry expression seeming to disappear, as it was replaced with a more joking one. Somehow, this was more unsettling.

*So, you’re not mad?”

“Sylia, I understand. It’s like you said before, the only reason you were able to try to use me as a host is that we’re similar. I was already capable of being like this long before we actually met. You didn’t even start speaking to me until recently, so, you had no real effect on my life. The only thing those ‘dreams’ did was give me the option to give in, and I simply took it. So no, I’m not mad at you.”

Well, that wasn’t true, not at all. Pinkamena wasn’t lying, at least, not until the last part. All the things she said was true, Sylia did not affect how things turned out, so why? For some reason, Pinkamena felt angry, boiling. The thing is though; she didn’t know why. After Sylia said she started the dreams, she just felt…hot. She herself didn’t understand why, she shouldn’t be angry, but she was.

Somehow, the fact that Pinkamena said she was faking scared Sylia even more. It seemed so real, so genuine. She didn’t think there was any way Pinkamena could have been faking it, but, she was. This wasn’t the first time either, Sylia had been there from the beginning, she’s seen everything. But most of all, she’s seen the acting. Pinkamena could fake emotions better than any actor on any movie, and it was scary how good she was at it. No one Sylia’s ever know has been that good, and she’s known a lot of actors. But, she’s thought about this before, and she’ll come to the same conclusion. Pinkamena just has a strange natural acting ability, and she didn’t have that ability. So, other than being a natural born trait, the only other reason would be because of IT, and she really hoped that thing wasn’t the reason, as that would cause a huge issue.

*But, Pinkamena, don’t you-*

“Look, Sylia, it’s been a long and tiring day. I had a rough fight with my clone, I’ve been threatened by a god, I now have a blackmail situation with a zebra, I just learned about an old and bloody war, and that some old, bloodthirsty, warrior ghost lives in my head. So, please, can we stop? I just want to get some sleep.”

Sylia wanted to retort, but, Pinkamena was right. There was no point talking about it anymore; she had told everything, well, almost everything. Pinkamena didn’t need to know about that; there was no reason it.

*Alright, I’ll leave you be. Just, be careful. You’re playing a very dangerous game here Pinkamena, and if you lose, we’ll both die.*

With that Sylia left, or, well, went to sleep. Pinkamena wasn’t really sure what it was, but she just called it sleep. But she wasn’t thinking about that, she was thinking about Sylia’s story. Her suspicions were now confirmed, Sylia was definitely hiding something. Something big, and dangerous. Not only that, but she had just realized just how true the words she had said were. She was playing a very dangerous game and a very stressful one. Her life was now very stressful, and sometimes, killing herself simply wasn’t enough.

And she now had to deal with all the recent events, and the ones bound to happen. She also has to find out what Sylia is hiding, which would be hard enough on its own, if Sylia wasn’t in her head always watching her. This had been a hard day, Pinkamena didn’t need sleep, she needed a drink. Pinkamena put her hoof under her bed, pulling a bottle of wine from a space between the boards, it was her secret stash. She only ever drank from it if it had ever been a stressful day, or Ponyville had come under attack, and she was on her deathbed.

Pinkamena had begun to drink the wine, glad the booze was slowly starting to wash away her anger, which she still hasn’t found out the reason for. After a few minutes, Pinkamena had felt a presence in her mind, Sylia. She had probably come back because she left out a few details or she had questions or something; this happened sometimes. Occasionally, Sylia would randomly come to talk to Pinkamena about various things just wanting to have a conversation; it was extremely annoying.

“Sylia, please, I’m trying to-

*Sorry to disappoint, but I'm not Sylia.*

Pinkamena dropped her bottle, causing it to spill all over the floor. But she didn’t care; she was too terrified even to react. It was that voice, the voice that belonged to that thing she saw that night. Hearing its voice, it’s dark and echoing voice, chilled her to the bone.

“You-You’re-“

*For now, you may call me, The Voice. To answer your obvious question, I came here because you and I, Pinkamena, need to talk.*