Please note, this is my first fanfic ever, and I tried writing this on Microsoft Word first, which most of you know sucks, because now the italics and bold fonts are gone. So, if there are any parts that seem like they're in a ponies' mind but aren't italic, I probably just missed it. Also, I want you all to know one thing: this was a seat-of-the-pants written story. I didn't have a plan for it, and I like it better that way. Because unlike in a book, where I need to establish certain things, here, you already have a blank template of fillies, Celestia, colts, mares, etc. I leave most of it up to the reader to make up the surroundings and the characters that Peter Roose and Rainbow Dash don't manage to explain on their trips through their own psyches.

Twilight Sparkle looked up at the full moon, grateful for the light it gave her. Spike muttered something in his sleep, turning over in his small bed, grateful as well that Twilight didn’t need to use that light orb tonight to read. Maybe tonight he would get some sleep.

Poor Spike…he must be exhausted after running around for Rarity all day.

Deep down, Twilight knew that he wasn’t tired because of that. Spike could run around all day for Rarity and not need a break, even under Celestia’s boiling hot Summer sun.

Putting down her book, ‘Magical Flight – How a Unicorn Can Fly’, the lavender unicorn very dimly lit her horn to close the shades.

Hey, maybe now I can finally get some sleep after helping Fluttershy with that weird chinchilla thing that was ruining her house…

She sighed in satisfaction, her magical mattress forming to her body, synthesizing the feeling of sleeping on a cloud. Perhaps tonight, she would actually know what it felt like-to sleep on a cloud. She hadn’t slept so good the night before, so maybe her pre-sleep reading would help.

Note to self: don’t read the section on crashing before sleep again.

She shuddered, pushing the illustrations of unicorns’ horns split open down the middle out of her head, especially the one where the magical core was leaking all over the unicorns’ face.

She finally began to nod off after shifting around in her bed for about twenty minutes, her bedrooms’ interior flashing before her eyes as she rolled around on her magic mattress. She let out a small chuckle before falling asleep, as she had just named her magic mattress a ‘magess.’ (She still hadn’t read her book on making good puns.)

Oh, wow…if this is what Rainbow Dash feels when she sleeps, I’m surprised she ever…wakes…up…

Her thoughts drifted into the void of sleep, dragging her conscious along with them. She fell and spiraled into a restful sleep, dreams swimming before her closed eyes, their true meanings forever hidden.

At the same time that the lavender unicorn fell into her dreams, a rainbow-maned cyan Pegasus was in the corner of her house, trying to pull herself out of that dark realm of nightmares.

Burning…everything was burning…everypony, dead, and because she decided to leave them for a nap…Pinkie Pie’s hard work on Sugarcube Corner, with all coated candy and frosting galore, all for naught, as the insane…things burned it to the ground, Mr. and Mrs. Cake screaming inside. And all the while, Rainbow Dash slept through it, dreaming of the Wonderbolts, whose skulls now sat next to those of the Princess’. And When Rainbow Dash awoke to the chaos and the destruction, she merely shrugged, and went back to sleep, mumbling, ‘ain’t my problem,’ her friends burning in their own personal hell, screaming her name, saying how she had failed them…

The dreams had been haunting her all month, ever since she had failed her friends, ever since she had been Discords’ puppet, the one who broke the rules. Everypony else had forgotten about how they changed, they had laughed it off, they realized that all it did was make them stronger. And even Rainbow Dash had laughed it off, promising that she would never abandon them again. But, the mere idea that she had abandoned them for her wings pained her…it almost broke her.

No…I was Discords’ puppet, I was nothing but a pawn, I wasn’t in control, I was not in control, it wasn’t my fault, it was Discord…

Something changed in her, something deep down, a dark idea.

But…when you got stuck in that hurricane the other day, what did they do? They ran away. They ran away like cowards, too afraid to be loyal to the one who had shown them undying loyalty. Why should I be friends with them, why should I be loyal to them. I’ll show them…when Ponyville is attacked, they’ll be sorry.

She immediately hit herself, hard, in the face, her hoof and her jaw stinging. She went back to bed, crying off the horrifying images, trying to put her shame to rest.

She looked to the full moon, grateful for the light it gave her. A light…of hope, the light that showed that even in the darkest places, (such as the never ending void of space,) there was always hope. Rainbow Dash looked at the moon, a single tear of happiness sliding down her curved face. The moon was always there in the dark, to give her hope, the massive body reflecting the suns’ rays (Rainbow Dash didn’t let on, but she was obsessed with how the moon and sun had risen and set before Celestia and Luna were in power. It could be a thorn in her side sometimes, though, especially when she had to cover up one of Twilight’s PCR-pre Celestia’s reign-astronomy books going missing.)

She sighed in satisfaction, the cloud forming to her body. She could finally get some sleep, the angle of incidence that caused summer consuming her mind, the thoughts on astronomy pushing the dark dreams out.

That night, the Pegasus known for abandoning education for the freedom of flight had dreams about how the sun was once the center of the solar system.

Hard to believe that a burning object could suck other things up…and black holes, black holes…are…awesome…

Her thoughts spiraled into the black hole of sleep, tugging her along.

Two down, four to go, thought the Entity trying to breach into Equestria, the rapid steady thoughts of the six harmony ponies slowly dwindling into the chaotic tumble of sleep and dreams.

Rarity held her mouth, trying desperately not to scream.

She…had…done it. The impossible, the unthinkable:

She had made her tail more fabulous than it already was.

Twirling her now positively glowing tail around, Rarity admired its beauty. The thin stripes of fabulous shined on her tail, reflecting her emotions, her mood, her very thoughts. (Of course, in a very obscure way…couldn’t have other ponies seeing how she felt about them, now, could she?)

She giggled with delight, twirling her tail this way and that, entranced by her own beauty.

Oh, Twilight…however shall I thank you for teaching me this simply amazing spell?

The spell in question was one that would imbue an object with the caster’s personality: a spell that only a unicorn with an unquestionable sense of fashion, such as the marvelous Miss Rarity, could cast. It would show how they felt, and would also reflect their reactions to the outside world, and only those that truly knew them would be able to discern what the rapidly changing colors meant.

The marshmallow unicorn flopped onto her bed, simply in love with her tail and her undeniable brilliance.

She giggled, and whispered to herself, not in a form of insanity, but in a form of delight and excitement.

“Oh, my, I can simply hear the photo ponies in Canterlot now: ‘Oh, Miss Rarity, I am simply entranced by your tail. You simply must be on the cover of ‘Pony of the Month'!'"

She let out a high pitched giggle, laughing herself to sleep.

My, oh my, I’ll never sleep, my tail is just too-

She passed out, the spell finally taking its toll. What Twilight forgot to tell her is that it had the same effects as caffeine and energy drinks: a surge of success, and then a crash.

Rarity quickly crashed, the surge of success the largest the Soul had ever seen. (Each spell had its own Soul: not a real pony who had created it, but just a being that changed the world according to a pony’s command when it accessed the image of that Soul: the spell. Each spell already existed, the ponies just had to discover them.)

As Rarity fell to sleep, the Entity chuckled, thinking in its deep, but peaceful, voice.

Well, three down. Three more to go. By this rate I’ll be in Equestria by the time this damn thing powers up.

Fluttershy kissed the chinchilla on the nose. She had never seen anything cuter. Its small, rabbit-like ears, its fluffy, squirrel tail, its small rabbit feet, its tiny hamster arms, its long, thin whiskers, its long, hamster-like body (which most of the time was scrunched up into a little ball, giving it a more puff-ball look.)

Angel merely stared at her, his real rabbits’ feet patting on the wooden table, his carrot crunching in his mouth.

The pink-maned yellow pony popped her head out of her bedroom window, looking up at the moon.

Good thing it’s out tonight, or I think I’d be up all night making sure Devil doesn’t get away.

She looked over at Devil the Chinchilla, her small, sympathetic eyes meeting the even smaller, mischievous eyes. Fluttershy had never met such a mischievous animal – besides, of course, Angel.

She let out a chuckle as Devil threw his hay to the other side of the cage, only to cross the three-foot cage with a single leap. Fluttershy wasn’t shocked by its ability to jump, as it had shown it when it jumped straight up into Twilights’ trap – a full five feet! – where a raisin awaited the over-eager Devil.

Fluttershy had thought that Twilight had hurt it, as it hadn’t moved while the basket fell, covering her and the raisin. Fluttershy had opened it to find something she hadn’t expected-a profound lack of one chinchilla, and the presence of one raisin.

Twilight had merely laughed and used telekinetic magic to pull the chinchilla out of the basket - it had used its claws to cling on to the weaved interior of the straw prison.

Fluttershy let out a laugh, still remembering the havoc the cute little puffball had caused Twilight and Fluttershy. Fluttershy had stopped Twilight from using magic so many times, as the yellow Pegasus was afraid the magic would hurt the poor thing. (Little did Fluttershy know, the time before they had come up with the idea of a trap, Twilight had been trying to use the magic to throw Fluttershy at the rodent, frustrated by the constant pokes to her horn and the ‘angry’ pleads from Fluttershy to not use magic.)

Fluttershy got into her bed, using her wings to spread the sheets above and over her. Her hooves still tingled where the chinchillas’ tiny, but stiff, whiskers had tickled her, the constant motion sending Fluttershy into a fit of giggles.

She let go of a final laugh, but stopped short when she feared that it would be too loud, and that it would wake up Devil and Ang-

She sat upright, her wings tangling the bed sheets around her as the sprung out of bed to meet an angry rabbit.

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Angel, I almost forgot about your milk!”

Her whispered apology was met with a smack to the top of the head with the butt of a carrot.

“Angel,” she rumbled slowly, recovering from the outburst of anger. The bunny quickly covered his eyes with his paws, scared to peep out at the Stare.

“Angel bunny, what did I tell you about hitting?”

Angel quaked in fear, the Stare practically burning through his paws. He removed them obediently, afraid to anger Fluttershy and force her to intensify her Stare even more. He looked into her eyes, and his body shook with fear. He slowly shook his head as if to say, no hitting. Got it.

Fluttershy smiled – something horrifying with the Stare full in his face.

“Go to bed, now. No milk tonight.”

Angel would have normally dropped his jaw and tried to mush her into giving him the milk, but Fluttershy wasn’t giving up, and Angel was frozen. He obediently walked over to his small bed, hiding underneath the covers. A few minutes later, he heard a scraping noise and a nudge, and a whispered, “good night, Angel bunny.” He gratefully drank his milk, his heart warmed by Fluttershys’ kindness.

Fluttershy nodded herself to sleep, her guilt at using the Stare on her closest friend lessened now that she had shown him some genuine kindness, and embraced the kindness of sleep.

The Entity merely smiled.

And my friends asked me why I want to go here…that is exactly why. Peace, love, and tolerance…something almost absent in this world.

Applejack stared at the moon, amazed at how it lit up her orchard at this time of night.

Well, mah trees sure do look fine. All nice and lit up like that…Bloomberg would have loved it.

She smiled at the thought of her apple tree, sitting in the apples in the Appleloosa orchard.

Ah sure hope them buffalo are enjoyin’ the fine apples Bloomberg has…must be the best apple pie in all of Appleloosa when they harvest mah apple tree…

She had told Rarity of her plan to go visit Bloomberg, to see how the tree was growing, see if it had maybe reached the legendary height that the tree ‘Jordan’ had once reached: a whopping two hundred feet. When Rarity heard the words ‘visit’ and ‘Bloomberg’ in the same sentence, she had fallen over laughing, pointing at the country pony, a fit of hysterics taking over her body.

“Visit…a…tree?!” Rarity had said between laughter, barely having enough time to breath. “My dear, why…would you….visit a…tree? It’s not a…person!” Rarity was starting to recover, and Applejack was slightly blushing. She couldn’t help herself.

“Fine, Rarity. Ah guess it was a stupid idea to visit a tree,” Applejack responded as she moved towards the door. Before she left, she looked back with a sly smile and quickly said, “Oh, and would’ya mind sayin’ hello to that absolute stud of a diamond Tom for me?” She ran out the door, laughter falling behind her as she fled from Rarity’s angry exclamations.

Applejack laughed softly, never taking her eyes off of the orchard, entranced by the beauty of the light hitting the lake that lay beyond the trees.

About a half an hour later, Applejack yawned, long and wide, and decided that she should probably hit the hay. Looking over at her bed, she was about to do a cannonball into it, but decided better of it, instead shimmying her way down through the sheets, into a tight embrace by the tucked-in sheets and covers, warmed by the sheets, happy that such things had been created.

High above Equestria, in the Dimensional Plane, the Entity began to breach.

Huh…power fluctuations are good…I just hope no one walks in to...this, or I would have to shut it down…I could never escape the pain here…Man, I could go for a McDonald’s-oh, five down, I see. Wait, speaking of McDonald’s…Oh, shit. How am I going to survive in Equestria? I need to eat meat, and every civilized being down there eats either vegetation or concentrated minerals, which only come in the form of gemstones, which would not only break my teeth but rip apart my esophagus and trachea when it goes down…well, at least they have apples and pizza…shit, I hope they accept the whole vegetarian aspect of fish not being meat. Well, time to creep another pony…

Pinkie Pie slept almost as soundly as…well…Pinkie Pie slept. Which was not exactly sound. It was more like a woodchuck trying to chuck stone. The two things just didn’t go together.

Pinkie stared into the mirror at the pink mare with a gravity-defying mane, her eyes barely slits, but somehow still able to see her reflection in the mirror opposite her four-poster canopied bed.

“All right…I’m watching you…You had better go to sleep, Pinkie…big day ahead of you…a lot of things to do…like a party for that new guy who’s coming.”

Her Pinkie Sense had started going crazy just before she went to sleep: a tail twitch, an ear flop, and a cutie shock (when the joint below her cutie mark clicked and sent a shock through her body.) She loved whenever someone new came into town, not only because of the fact that parties and new people were awesome, but also because the cutie shock sent her into an ecstatic state in which her mind went on party overdrive, making ideas for the party and constructing the scene until she had what she needed memorized.

“Alright…time…to sleep. Just like I practiced, every night of my life.”

Her small, high voice was too hushed for anyone else to hear her, as she had last been sent to some weird ponies in white coats when they heard to talking in her sleep like that.

I still can’t believe they thought I was crazy. I’m not crazy, I just think out loud a lot. Wait, am I thinking aloud now? Or am I just talking aloud in my head? Hey, brain, I’m watching you. Don’t try anything funny.

She poked at her head, her eyes crossed at the top of the giant white orbs, her tongue hanging out as if she was concentrating extremely hard, trying to see her forehead with a look not unlike one would use when looking at the suspect of a crime.

She poked her head with finality and a last whispered warning of, “Don’t try anything funny, brain. I know where you live,” and started snoring her high-pitched snore, letting out small whistles. She kept doing so for about a minute.

“That’s not helping you fall asleep,” she whispered to her brain, telling it off for trying to fake snore itself to sleep.

After five hours of tossing, turning, and threatening her mischievous, pink mind, she finally closed her eyes and fell asleep out of nowhere: one second she was about to do laps around her room to get tired, the next second she was knocked out.

The Entity was more alert than ever, ready to plunge deep into the depths of Equestria.

World War III had devastated the world. Not only was the economy shit, people were dying by the millions. Soldiers, mothers, children, countless missiles filled with explosives from TNT to Uranium-237 being plowed into cities. Genocides...something that I had never wanted to see outside of Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 3.

Unsurprisingly to me, who actually thinks at times, unlike his numbskull colleagues, World War III had started quite differently. Much less...subtly. Instead of one man starting a lie, it was one nation spreading a truth. Rather, one organization spreading a covered-up truth.

You see, my name is Peter Roose. I wanted to be a mechanical engineer, but when I saw World War III on the horizon, I changed. I became a psychological...adventurer, let's say. I delve deep into the mind and I pick out the things that look interesting.

Well, I found something very interesting. And, luckily for me, it was right after the bombing that happened at the Battery Tunnel. Luckily for me, I could escape while the war was young...

Right, the war. Probably should explain that one...a few years back, roughly in 2014, one organization, Unnamed (easily confused with the anti-fraud association, Anonymous) released some images that broke an agreement made between America and Iraq in early 2012. In this agreement, it was decided that neither country should have missile bases in civilian areas. Not only because a power failure would result in the radioactive decay of a civilian district, but also because of the fact that many new terrorist bases were found underneath town halls, morgues, and even Catholic churches (the terrorists decided to use the opposite of the stereotypical Middle-East terrorism base, a clever move.) Overall, the world was in chaos. So, they made the bill I mentioned above. Five months later, Unnamed discovered that one of Obama's new secretaries of defense (he apparently bribed his way in) was aiming missiles right for Iraq from the center of New York City. Not really the best way to keep the peace.

So, he was assassinated by a close friend of mine (if I say his name he'll have to kill me) and the world went on normally.

Unfortunately, the Foreign Interactions guy 'forgot' to tell Iraq that we were no longer aiming missiles at them. Shit got real. The Foreign Interactions douche was beheaded by Obama himself (he went insane, seriously, after he found out that we could all die, he just snapped. They put Bush back in charge because...shit, I don't know. I don't want to start a political debate in a journal about shit that went down.)

Anyway, now New York City is in ruins, I'm in hiding in, ironically, the same CDC that was blown up in the second season of 'The Walking Dead', and I'm hell bent on escaping this world of pain. Getting to my imagination, the Plane of Imagination...I had discovered it during my college years.

I won't bore you with the 'Imagination Plane', but I will tell you that when it's accessed, I can leave. I'll destroy the portal with a timed explosive, as I don't want radiation leaking through to that world...

Anyway, I'm trying to breach into Equestria. There. Plain and simple. However, I need the Mane Six to be asleep, or their harmonious thoughts will block my device-the Entity.

The Entity reads the Dimensional Plane on which Equestria sits, and will tell me when all of the Six Harmony Ponies are asleep. And yes, I watch the ponies in their daily activities. Friendship is Magic was cancelled after Hasbro was torn to pieces by a nuclear bomb in an attempt to stop one of Americas' largest economic outposts. Luckily, they forgot about the weed company that is now set up. Yep, you heard me right. Legal weed, for those who just want to escape it all. Luckily, I can now do that without weed.

Anyway, I think it's about time I explain my awkward set up here...I'm locked in the CDC basement, just like that doctor in The Walking Dead (you know, it's really depressing to associate my position with that of a cop who has to deal with a bitchy blonde who can't get over the death of her sister...) and I'm building it out of computer parts. I was in my High Shcool robotics team, 806: Brooklyn Blacksmiths, which gives me an advantage with this electrical maze, but still, it's grueling work.

In the center of this room is a giant, circular platform with some rails. I made the portal there. Unfortunately, I can't stand it up. I have to be awkwardly perched on the edge of it, or else I'll fall into the Never Plane (the plane were your mind just doesn't give a shit about logic.)

Well, that's really all you need to know. I don't want you guys to know too much, you might just be military operatives...but, whatever, fuck it. The C-4 is already beeping, the Mane 6 are asleep, and I'm leaving this world of death and sorrow.

Peter Roose, Brony, age: 29, Family: died in the Grand Central Station event, Time of Log Off: 6:26 P.M. Date: 12/31/2026.

Oh, and one more thing. Everything here I said is useless, as the nuclear power plant in Japan is melting down.

And what I mean by that is the last one is melting down. They're all exploding simultaneously.

So, at midnight, on December 31st, 2026, the world is going to end with one huge bang...the bang of a giant nuclear explosion ten times that of the sun...times ten to the power of twenty three. That's in Mega Joules. One joule is enough to vaporize water. A mega joule is enough to vaporize me, a 112 pound Brony with extremely high metabolism. That amount of joules will take out earth and irradiate the moon, possibly even mars if it's in the right, actually wrong, place at the right/wrong time.

Well, I have to go. The C4 is setting off in five minutes. And you know what?

Finally. I hate it hear. The death that goes on around me...I'm the only person in the CDC who doesn't have radiation poisoning.

I'm the only one who went to Xaverian that made it out alive.

I am the luckiest man, and I am the unluckiest man.

Goodbye,

Peter Roose

And a post script: If anyone is somehow reading this...if somehow the CDC's terminal mainframe is still intact, and someone is reading this...I know that I must sound extremely anti-human right now. But listen to me: I forgive every person who has committed acts of warfare on the United States of America. I even forgive the Defense Secretary and the Foreign Interactions guy. I forgive them all. Because 'they know not what they do.' I call to you to forgive my people, if you are reading this far in the future. And I want you to promise yourself something: never give up. I've given up on the people here, and it's a horrible feeling, as if the whole world is against me. But never give up. People may suck sometimes, but just give them a chance...