The OC is unexplainable. It is infinite, yet finite. Everything is here at one point. The OC is always changing, never in one state or another. It is like looking into the void and seeing the void stare back at you. Most of the time, it just looks like any large city. It is full of exotic creations, from OC ponies like me all the way up to things that have a true form too terrible to comprehend. The OC is all things.

For now though, I am going to tell you of my life in the OC. When I was created, the OC looked like a golden paradise full of mystical creations. That lasted about 15 minutes, until I appeared in a small grey room. The room had everything you could ever want or need. I cannot explain this, except by saying, “It’s magic. I ain’t gotta explain that shit.”

The room had one door. The exit to the rest of the OC. Once you choose to cross that threshold, you can never return to that room, save by powerful magic held by those with my special ability: remembrance. Only beings of the OC can have this power, and very few creatures have it. It is a one in twenty seven thousand chance. For this, I am blessed. I can remember everything I have ever done. Every last detail, right down to the individual droplets of blood I spilled.

As I have previously mentioned, I have killed many times. Very few of those times were out of defence. Many times, it was a cold, heartless execution. I did it under my elder’s orders, when I was a member of the Lunesian Monks. They were cruel, heartless, sadistic bastards, but they had a way with words and money. I left their order after having met Trixie. I helped her on her path to darkness, and I assisted in the killing of her parents. However, I will explain this in another tale.

(A/N: Coming soon! Of Great and Powerful Things!)

I had no chance of reaching the heavens in that lifetime. I had a slim chance of redemption, so I took it. And here I was, in the OC.

*15 seconds ‘til spawn*

*14, 13, 12, 11, 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, spawning*

As I left my ethereal form, I noticed something odd. The room where I had appeared last time was gone. It had changed into a palace that appeared to be made of a silvery white liquid. It appeared to be deserted, so I walked forward and entered the main hall. That was the last I saw of the OC. I fell and could do nothing to save myself. All around me was darkness. There was nothing I could do to save myself. Then, like a light at the end of a tunnel, a light appeared at the end of a tunnel. I was floating towards it when the voice spoke. It whispered things in my ears, things that no mortal should ever hear. It was demonic, cruel, heartless and most of all; chaotic. It spoke of a time long ago when chaos ruled the universe. It was making me go insane, it seemed unending. Then, as I drew close to the light, it stopped and seemed to flee my mind. I am unsure of why, but I presume it was the light that drove it off. I hovered near the light for a time, unsure of what to do. I came close to it and it brushed against me. I had never felt such joy, such happiness in all my years. It was made of pure bliss. This lasted for a moment and then the space around me began to tear apart. Flashes of light, of all the spectrums, enough to blind anypony. I was spared blindness by what happened next. I began to fade, becoming ethereal once more, and then I disappeared entirely. I must have fallen unconscious or something, for I awoke outside the library in Ponyville.

60 years ago, this had become my home with Twilight. I looked around and saw a group of ponies walking towards the crater that was caused by the explosion in which I appeared.

“D-d-dad?” gasped Star in amazement. “But, you died years ago! How is it that you are here? And you look like you are 20 something years old!”

“Do I? Meh, okay. Anyway, what’s been going on since I died?”

“You died, dad! How the buck are you here, in the prime of your life?! This doesn’t make any sense!”

“Make sense? What fun is there in making sense? I am here because I was given a choice. I could spend eternity in eternal damnation. That’s right; I was in Celestia-damn Hell! However, I am a being of the OC with remembrance. I was given a choice. Save the world from myself, or try to earn redemption. I chose the latter. That is why I am here.”

“But how the buck are you here now? I saw you when you were buried! You DIED, dad! DIED!”

“Magic. *snort snort*”

“Bah, you’re hopeless. This doesn’t make any sense! Whatever…”

“Oh good, now down to business. What has happened since I, as you put it, died?”

“Well… Celestia help me, I need to sit down. This is all too much…”

“Well, come inside. We can talk there.”

“*sniff* Okay…”

“You okay, dear? Seriously, I died and now I’m back. Doesn’t that make you happy? I thought it would make you happy. I know how torn up you were in my last hour.”

“It does make me happy, dad. But you died. Ponies don’t simply get up again when they die. It’s a lot to take in.”

“I understand completely, Star. I think this calls for a strong drink or two. Is Confetti still alive and kicking?”

“No, I’m sorry.  I know you were good friends. He died about 3 months ago.”

“Damn. Rest in peace, buddy. Any of the others still going strong?”

“Nope. Rainbow was the last. She died last week. I’m sorry you missed her.”

“Oh well. Life goes on. I guess I did die before them, so it’s not such a big deal. I’ll miss them a whole fucking lot though… Now then, Star, a little tale about the twenty so years since I died, please.”

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(A/N: Go read Pinkie Has Officially Jacked This Story, by datdamnface for more of a backstory. I’m going camping for the next two weeks, so au revoir, you lovable asshats.)

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