Alright, bronies and pegasister, here's the sequel so you won't flame me to death after the previous ending.
Fair word of warning: massive acid trip coming your way

“I have no mouth and I must scream.”

Good, now that the one sentence I had hoped to never say sincerely has been said sincerely, I could focus on more important things…

Discord was free. He was very much free and I was imprisoned in his statue in his stead. Not only that, but I had pissed him off so much with my rant that he had left a parting gift in the form of a distorted perception of time. Namely, it would go on even more slowly while I was all alone and, well, nobody messes around Discord’s statue anymore. Again, this was easily on my top ten of disaster-tastic fate.

I was stuck here, my limbs being awkwardly shaped like Discord’s and made of granite. At the very least, his eyes had been open when the Mane Six friendshipped him. It wasn’t much, but I had a great view of Canterlot’s castle.

Hey, if I focused, I could make out some scriptures on the adjacent statue. The very deep interpretation of a mare looking at the sky was apparently that she liked her princess’ beautiful sun. Wow.

How long was Eternity again?

Snap.

“Ninety thousand five, ninety thousand six, ninety thousand seven…”

Who knew that counting could actually go on for so long?

Briefly, I wondered how long it would take for me to reach infinity. After a second (SEVENTYFIVEANDTHREETENTHS!), I shrugged mentally and went back to this new task.

“Ninety thousand eight, ninety thousand nine…”

“If Luna can invade dreams, does that mean she saw that really embarrassing one where I had no pants in front of a dozen griffons?…Oh, wait, that wasn’t me. And I’m never wearing pants nowadays.”

“Time to die, Brain!” I snarled, channeling my inner badass.

“NEVER!”

“Okay.”

~ Sixty buckets of oats on the waaaaaaaall, sixty buckets of oaaaaats ~

“There is just something fascinating about the lack of EVERYTHING here…”

Should there be such a thing as cream cheese?

“Snips and Snail are best ponies!”

Wait, didn’t I already do that one with Celestia?

“Never mind then!” I shouted into the great void of my mental landscape.

“No problem, partner!” The voices shouted back.

“-should lead to world peace through the external use of silverware. Now all I need to find is a pair of short pants an-”

~Seventy buckets of oats on the waaaaaaaall, seventy buckets of oaaaaats~

Don’t mind me, I’m just rambling.

“Anypony knows a good joke? I need to laugh at this mind breaking predicament.”

Wait…

Was that a bird on the edge of that fence? For real?!

Ohmygosh, ohmygosh, ohmygosh, ohmygosh, ohmygosh, ohmygosh (RAINBOW)! A BIRD! THERE IS A REAL LIVING BIRD! SOMETHING THAT IS NOT JUST MY CRAZY SPREADING THROUGH A FAT LOAD OF UNMOVING STONE!

“WHERE?!” All thirty-three of my new imaginary friends rushed to the front of my mind, hoping to see that bird through my unmoving eyes.

Shit had hit the fan, guys.

“Come here, birdie birdie birdie!” John Brakenbeard called, making smooches and cooing sounds.

“Let’s eat it!” Barbara Sunshine chipped in.

“You are a figment of the main guy’s personality, darling.” I knew this voice…

Holy crap! MADAME BUCKET!

“You’re alive?!” I shouted, overwhelmed by that crazy development. What a plot twist! “I-I thought you died after you stayed in that closet on Earth!”

“I did.” Madame Bucket nodded, before fading away.

My imaginary friends and myself all chorused a great ‘Noooo!’ together, before returning to observing the bird.

‘That could make a good idea for a new fanfic actually.’

“Has anyone seen Madame Bucket around here?”

“She’s dead, Mister Broom,” I replied, still mourning that tragic loss. “Like you.”

“How sad,” he commented, staying very tangible and real.

Huh.

~I used to wonder what friendship could be…~

“Thirty-five million, thirty-six million, thirty-seven million…”

Luckily, the sun was still in the same position as I had last left it. It had not moved an inch since the last time I sang all of Celine Dion’s songs one by one, in reverse. You heard right, the sun had not moved since the moment I stopped paying attention to it.

Wait…

“Oh sweet potato! I’M CELESTIA!”

“I’ll administer my kingdom with fairness and cake, my little ponies…” I declared regally, voice shining with love and friendship.

“Long live the princess!”

~Twelve buckets of oats on the waaa… oh buck it, that one’s getting old.~

Their screams of agony were music to my ears.

“The princess has gone mad! She’s killing us all!” They shriveled and disintegrated under the strength of my dark powers.

“All according to plan.” I chuckled, grabbing an imaginary bag of potato chips.

“Whyyyyyyyyyyyy?!”

“Because there was no cake.” I shook my head, finally admitting the terrible truth. “I couldn’t let you live knowing that the cake is a…”

Nah, I would not go there.

Which came first: the chicken or the egg?

It was probably the amoeba.

Wow, this was so boring.

The clear blue sky had never seemed like such a bore before. Why couldn’t there be a little bit less Order around here?
‘Gee, Celestia, congrats on making it so Equestria had the most love Chrysalis ever saw, but would it kill you to let nature do its work around here? Everything is completely monitored, square, nada nada, BORING!’

“WHY DON’T YOU JUST EXPLODE, YOU STUPID CASTLE?! EH?! WHY DON’T YOU TRY DOING SOMETHING FOR ONCE?! I’M GOING TO DESTROY YOU ONE STONE AT A TIME!”

“And then I said ‘Oatmeal?! Are you crazy?!’”

I giggled. This was funny.

“…lie.”

Oh no. I said it after all.

I shrugged.

It didn’t matter; all my imaginary friends had died in that tragic accidental explosion of their spleen. How I still mourn their death, weeping silently in the middle of this never ending day.

Hum…

I directed my attention to the outside world, eying the great ball of fire in the sky commonly referred to as the sun…

I sniffed, fighting unshed tears and the growing sadness in my non-existing body. John Brakenbeard had been the one to teach me that.

“I regret killing you, Jooooooohn!” I wailed, bawling my stony eyes out.

“Did you hear that?”

I squeaked in shock.

W-was that an actual pony? Or just a strangely shaped moving and talking rock? I would dig either of those things, just so long as it wasn’t one of my dead imaginary friends!

“I’m telling you…” The words stretched out, becoming impossible to understand. “-gerous… urgen-” Noooooo, why are you so much at the edge of the spell? I can’t understand anything you say!

The pony-shaped thing grew slightly, lifting my heart with the hopes that it was getting closer. It became even cooler when I saw another living thing behind the first one. If my ears weren’t full of granite, I’d believe they were having a conversation.

Kill me now. This was too good to be true.

“And I am telling you that the seal is stable. The readings we have recorded just this morning indicated a normal level of activity.” The tone used by the blue pony (a real pony, YES!) was whiny and weak.

Oh Celestia… You’re so good to me.

Wait, didn’t I turn out to be Celestia? No, right, I was actually an imposter that only pretended to have powers over the sun to lull my subjects into a sense of false security. After all, I could only create an orb of light in the sky and move it around. It was a great weapon to blind unsuspecting innocents waiting to be slaughtered. Good times.

“Get over yourself, Axis Displacement!” The second pony scowled, poking the blue unicorn in the chest, right over his white blouse. “The Princess expressed concern about a fluctuation here one hour ago and we are going to check it out. Now do your job like you’re supposed to!”

Axis puffed his chest, indignation seething out of his pores. “Of course I will do this job! I was simply expressing my opinion on the matter!”

Hey… those guys were pretty funny when they were fighting…

“And my opinion is that you’re a lazy bum that skimmed his way through his studies instead of working hard at the University of Camelbridge!” The green unicorn retorted, readjusting his glasses smugly.

“Why you insolent…” Axis D grumbled darkly. However, as he opened his mouth to give a scathing reply, a small item in his pocket glowed and flashed red twice. After a brief moment of blindness, I could see the scientist straightening, before blinking and shaking his head. “Good gracious… You were right. This place is making me short tempered!”

Huuuuuuuh?

The green pony looked really smug at that.

“I told you. Discord’s statue is letting his power out. The Princess must be informed of the situation at once.”

“What are you guys saying?” I asked, really confused.

They both froze.

“Did you feel that, Contemporized Situation?” Axis D glanced prudently at me, his body language betraying fear.

“You mean the sudden wave of warmth coming from the stone?” Sir Situation of the contemporized replied to my next question before I could ask them. He was a psychic!

That was so cool. I bet he’d be a kickass fighter too! Who wouldn’t when they could predict the opponent’s move! Oh, I wanted to see that now.

“No, of course not. I was talking about the sudden wave of stupidity radiating from your general person,” Axis D spat.

A sudden drift of cold air made me shiver, which was kind of weird considering I was a stone statue. Curiously, this seemed to come from behind my armpit.

“I’m sorry,” the green pony turned around, rolling around the sleeves of his scientist jacket with his magic. Ooooooh, this was going to be so cool. “I could not hear you over the sound of your asymmetrical and unrefined sense of quantic thinking.”

Was there a windigo around this place or something? My mental self was clinging to an imaginary lamppost in the face of a blizzard!

My triple layers of sky coats made that a breeze, but I did not want to miss some of the eggheads’ fight!

“You asked for it, you condescending fool…” Axis D stretched his hind legs, wearing a scary smile.

‘Fight, fight, fight, fight, fight!’

To my great disappointment though, the same annoying device from before flashed again and suddenly those two were back to being reasonable.

“Good grief…” My favorite stallion muttered, wide eyes. “I… I do apologize, Axis Displacement.”

“Me too,” the other scientist nodded, looking quite embarrassed. “It is a good thing the Princess gave us this chaos dispelling machine.”

A what now?

“Yes, can you imagine the kind of punishment that would fall on our heads if we accidentally freed Discord ourselves?” His companion laughed.

Oh, yeah, there was that too. But I was not Discord. I was like thirty percent sure of it, so that meant his previous method of escaping would not work, right?

As everypony knows, random blizzards happen all the time inside crazy demoniac statues of ancient evils.

‘That’s how Barbara Sunshine died.’ I sniffed, reminiscing that bright ray of hope and sociopathic joy.

“Indeed. We should report to Prince Blueblood immediately! He will know what to do.”

What?

W-were they ditching me for Blueblood?!

H-how could they? How could they betray me like that? How could they betray every brony that ever liked Rarity?! THOSE BASTARDS!

A monstrous anger grew within me, worse than when I heard of Theodoras Mirith’s untimely demise during the rebellion of my fake princess realm, worse than even the moment Giantonio stole the last cookie!

So, with the intent of hurting them, I screamed, putting all my venom and my fury into the most insulting remark I could think of. “YOUR MOM CAN’T DO ADVANCED CALCULUS!”

Something strange happened.

Axis Displacement roared, throttling his colleague outright.

Weirder still, his fellow stallion pinned him to the ground with just as much ferocity.

“HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT?!” They both screamed at once.

“Make a wish, guys!” I cheered, hoping they would wish for my freedom. It would be awesome!

Hum… maybe wishing in Equestria involved biting another pony there… Ouch. Subconsciously, I squirmed and moved my non-existing limbs to cover up… that place.

Who bites the middle of the back? That had to count as foul play.

Crack.

“Huh?” Did I imagine that? Probably because I imagined lots of things these days…

Looking around was an impossible option, because stone statue, so I really could not do anything to confirm it. Maybe If I asked them nicely, Axis D and Sir de la Contemporized would pause in their fight to answer me.

Time to impersonate Fluttershy. “Guys? I don’t mean to disrupt your hobbies, because everypony’s got to have some, that’s cool, who am I to judge and all, but could you just tell me if you heard that cracking noise too? It’s really bugging me…”

They bucked each other in the face. Simultaneously.

I was impressed.

Crack.

THERE! I just heard it again! I knew I wasn’t hearing things!

…This time, I mean.

Crack.

My mental voice died in my mental throat, as cells destroying cold invaded my very soul in viciously aggressive waves. Pulsing in synch, the hole under my armpit seemed to be the cause of my predicament.

This was getting annoying. Was there any doctor in the area?

Crack.

The cold intensified.

“GUYS! FETCH ME A PARKA!” I yelled at the top of my lungs.

Ironically, both scientists froze in their fight, hooves suspended in the striking motion they had prepared.

Crack.

If they had looked nervous before, it was nothing compared to now. They were white and looked ready to soil their pants, which they were not wearing.

Good, no laundry fees then.

“You…” The blue unicorn stopped mid-sentence, appearing on the verge of throwing up from abject terror. “…you heard it, right?”

“N-no…” The green one shook his head in denial. “You just asked me to fetch you some pieces of clothing.”

“Actually, that was me, Contemporized Situation.” I jumped in, because I couldn’t let him misunderstand my words.

Crack.

The stallion proceeded to faint on the spot, leaving his panicked colleague squeaking like a mouse.

“Oh no!” I exclaimed dramatically, putting a hand over my heart. “Do you think he’s okay?”

I looked at Axis D.

He stared back, with fear stricken eyes. His dilated brown pupils looked very nice, but I could not help wonder what was so scary about talking to a statue. Must be a cultural thing…

“Axis Displacement?” I asked, virtually tilting my head to the side.

Crack.

Hey, I felt that! It was on my belly.

Great, now that spot was super itchy and I could not scratch it.

Oh well, I should think of something else, like my pal a few meters away from me. “Axis?”

Before I could blink – which is admittedly not saying much –, Axis turned around and started running away, screaming as loudly as he could.

“Wait!” I called back, a very real fear taking place in my guts. I did not want to be left behind! “Don’t leave me alone! Please!”

And the cold…

The cracking noises multiplied, as the stone I was encased in started to break. Some even appeared directly into my field of vision, spreading like wildfire!

Sensations returned to my legs, hinting as to the nature of this new development.

It hit me like a truck.

“The seal is breaking!” I shouted. “Wait… I’m not physically here, am I? I’m just a bunch of electrical currents between neurons and their diverse links, creating the network that is my mind. And Discord is free…”

I was on the verge of a revelation here…

The cracks started to shine and ominous spatial distortion sound started to echo around.

“Wait… I’m not really here. I’m bound to this statue. If it breaks, what will ha-”

It exploded.