#fluttershy-is-dead
Apostasy (6/6)
Seven ponies were huddled in front of the witness stand in a tight embrace. “We missed you, Pinkie,” Applejack said, choking back tears. Even Mr. and Mrs. Pie looked happy—that was the first time I had seen them that way, I realized. Twilight Sparkle looked uncomfortable. Rainbow Dash looked—huh. Rainbow Dash looked sad.
I realized that there was no longer a box around me. I cautiously approached the group.
Rainbow Dash saw me, pulled herself from the group, and ran out of the room. For a moment I hesitated, wanting to follow her… but then proceeded toward the cluster of Ponyville ponies.
“Oh, hey, Scootaloo!” Pinkie Pie said, looking up from a tangle of pony arms.
“Hi, miss Pi—Pinkie. How ar… do you… um. Do you remember me?”
“Of course I remember you, silly! You’re the little pony that’s friends with Rarity’s sister and Applejack’s sister! And Rainbow Dash… uh, I was going to say I think she thinks you’re cool, but she kind of ran away… hey! Maybe she was trying to find you a present! I’m sure she’ll be back soo-oon.”
I… I didn’t know what to say to her. So I didn’t say anything.
“Oh! Hey everypony!” Pinkie Pie said, “Let’s dance!”
And she was gone.
Twilight Sparkle came to my side.
“I… I, uh, remember,” she said, “I shielded my mind, with–”
“That’s nice.”
“I just wanted to say, Scootaloo… you’re free to go now, I think. Nopony’s going to stop you.”
“…yeah.”
Twilight wandered away in the direction of Princess Celestia.
“Nopony.”
Princess Luna returned to the courtroom to find her sister talking to …that thing. She didn’t use the term as an insult to the thing; but rather to its creator. She liked Twilight; she was happy she was alive… but it was still another of ⨚’s big stupid plans to wrest complete control.
“Hello, sister,” the shadow-black alicorn said, trailing in chill air from outside the court. “I see you… went all-out, this time.”
“Yes, I did what I could,” Celestia said bruskly, then looked down at Twilight in apprehension. “Do you… do you think I’m a bad pony, now, Twilight?”
“I—I would neve–! Okay maybealittle ehhhhhhhhh I’m sorry!”
“Don’t apologize, my student! You might be right. I think it’s time you learned something about the justice system of Equestria, and why it is balanced as it is.”
Luna nodded, and Celestia looked back at her. “So, have you… decided?”
“Yes.”
“And, what? What does the True princess say about the way things have happened here today?”
“They’re…” Luna looked at the assembled gentry, each thoroughly confused and disheveled; she looked at the pack of Ponyvillians, now tango-ing across the dais; she glanced at the main doors.
“I don’t like it.”
Celestia looked like she had been slapped. She shrunk. Literally; she became the same size as Twilight beside her. Her head was down; her mane flopped over her face. “Okay.”
Twilight grimaced. “Princess, what’s wrong? Are you… are you okay, princess? Do you need a doctor? Do…”
“I… I’m fine, my… Twilight. I’m okay. I just…”
She straightened, and looked into Twilight’s eyes. Her gaze was dull, and did nothing. Her irises were purple. Twilight had never noticed that. “You are going to see something soon, Twilight… which I think you should remember. I am going to give you a choice, now: do you want to remember?”
“Won’t you… won’t you tell me what it is, Princess?” Twilight said.
“No, I don’t think I can. Take this as a general question. When something unbelieveable happens, something that changes you such that you aren’t yourself any more, do you… do you remember it, Twilight, or do you forget?”
Luna shook her head. She knew the answer the thing would give. She had heard it many hundreds of times. She wanted to be herself, more than anything—the empirical-positivist understanding of the world she had been fed was grounded in the idea of continuity. To discontinue your current self was to die, no matter whether there was a you to continue after your death or not. She would forget.
“I… I’ll remember,” the thing said. “I’ll remember, because somepony needs to remember it, even if it’s not me. I… I learned that today, Princess.”
Luna raised her eyebrows slightly. Had she allowed herself any more display of emotion at that moment, she might have ran, screaming and cackling, into the night. “Huh,” she said, “…Twilight, do you want to, to come out with us for a—a private party, after this?”
Celestia gawked. As far as she knew, Luna had never offered Twilight to join them at the, ahem, dämmerung. But then, she could only trust what Luna had told her of all the previous ones. Celestia smiled. “Yes! Come, come and watch, Twilight! It will be spectacular.”
Twilight hesitated. “I… I don’t really like parties… but, I guess, if it’s private, and just with you, Princess… and you, um, Princess… then that sounds like fun. Sure. When?”
Celestia looked at Luna. “Yes, when?”
“Right after I get back, sister,” Luna replied, already heading toward the door, “I just need to take care of a few things.”
The sun was setting in the garden, casting soft, red-gold light on the bushes lining the courthouse walls. Between two of them, in dark, damp shade, Rainbow Dash was curled into a ball.
“Oh, why, why did I do that, why, Celles, why—I could have…I could have apologized, or tried to cheer her up, or anything, but instead I fucked up, I fucked it all up, worse than it’s ever been, and…”
“Excuse me,” a soft voice called out from the garden, matching two quickly-approaching pairs of hooves. “Rainbow Dash?”
“Oh gods is it nooo please I don’t want to please just let it be over and oh—”
“Rainbow Dash, it’s–”
“no please no Scootaloo I can’t if I see you I’ll just I’ll just I—”
“Rainbow Dash, it’s me,” the voice arrived at the bushes, “Princess Luna.”
“I don’t know about you, Twilight,” Rarity said, trying to revive her mane from its pallor caused by twelve hours spent in a stuffy hall, “but I’m glad this is all over. I need to get home and have a bath. Two baths. And then get back to work. I’ve got such a backlog! I just…”
“Rarity…”
“Yes, dear?”
“Do you… do you think Pinkie will be able to get Sugarcube Corner back?”
“No, I don’t imagine so, dear. Tim Hoofton’s seems rather fond of the place.”
“Huh. I… I really wish things hadn’t turned out this way.”
“What are you talking about? We’re all friends again! We can deal with little things like living conditions later; we’ve all got one another to help us out now.”
“Yeah…”
The princess of the night chased after the setting sun. The protagonist was her first priority, but Rainbow Dash had been giving her such a headache with those self-abnegating thoughts. That—that error, in her—she had to remember that. She felt much more relaxed now, anyway. Able to have a decent conversation. She had even had time to run back to her summer cottage for cookies and a pair of socks.
In a grove, on a hill, beside a slowly-running stream, she found Schema Luenne Twirl looking up at her moon. “It’s pretty, isn’t it?” she said quietly.
I jumped and flicked my wings out in surprise. She was actually standing right in front of me. I have no idea how she had managed that.
“Scootaloo,” the alicorn said, “you’re going to be alright. You don’t have to worry about… about any of this.”
“But…” I looked at her eyes. They were just like the moon above them; cool, still, eternal—and barren. “But why didn’t anyone erase me? My memories? Why can’t I be happy like everypony else? I just want… I just…”
Luna shook her head. “That’s not what you really want. They’re not happy. They’re… less. Less than they were. Like trimmed branches—able to sprout new growth in unexplored directions, but ever-avoiding the one direction that may have proved…”
“But then, why?”
“Because that’s what’s Good. The world is better than it was, surely. Nopony will die, nopony will hate, nopony will fight. Nopony will love.”
“You sound…”
“Unconvinced?” the alicorn sat down beside me. She had also left her imposing quarterhorse stature behind, and was roughly the size of miss Pin—Pinkie. “I am too. Celestia thinks she knows what she’s doing. I can see that she’s trying. But…”
The princess reached over, and began to stroke my ear. I had a strange urge to lay my head in her lap. Seeing how upfront she was, herself, being, I decided to go with it.
“But she doesn’t see the potential for growth each branch has, apart from all the others. She’s trying to grow a good tree. I’m trying to grow a thousand flowers, each with individual light, even at the expense of the tree. She… eh, this is all gibberish to you. I’m sorry.”
I tried to shake my head, but just ended up rocking it back and forth, slightly, against her legs. She was warm for an avatar of night. I felt very sleepy, and very cold. The princess noticed, I think; she put something on my feet.
“I should answer your question; that’s why I came here, actually. You,” she pointed her hoof down at my nose, which was itself pointed up at the moon, “are special in this… part of time. My sister has no power over you here. And I… I could ease you, but that is not my role. I am here to replant a fallen seed. I think…”
My head was warm, and my eyelids were beginning to droop. I could hardly hear her.
“I think you’ll like it this way.”
Twilight had followed her Princess out to a gentle slope behind the courthouse, overlooking most of the lower town of Canterlot. She wanted to ask if they were going to head back to the castle soon—she had a few things she wanted to check in the imperial archives, not to mention a few words she’d prefer to have with the princess in total privacy, now that she was kind of more… pony-sized (and calling her by her first name! Mmmm…)
Luna appeared as a dark spot against the moon, fluttering down gently to land beside them.
“Are we all ready?” she said, seeming cheerful.
Celestia nodded, and motioned to the freshly-spread picnic blanket. The sun had fled beyond the horizon, and the stars were coming out. It reminded Twilight of the meteor shower.
“Excellent; let’s sit down, then, and I’ll set things in motion. Did you bring any, ah, music, sister?”
“I didn’t know we needed any! Can… could we just sing or something?”
“Oh; sure, I suppose. This sort of thing is always more fun with a soundtrack, though.”
Twilight sat down on the blanket, and then the two Celestial sisters sat on either side of her. Celestia leaned on Twilight’s shoulder. “Twilight—you—I love you.”
Twilight recoiled slightly, and flailed her arms about in a random fashion. “WhaaaAaaaaAAa— I… I…”
“It’s okay, my student. ESP. I’ve known your feelings for years. I’ve just never said anything. It’s… it was improper.”
“Oh. Um… oh.”
Twilight sat in silence for a few minutes. Then she put an arm around Celestia’s shoulder, and smiled.
“So,” Luna said quite instantly in response to that, “we’ll be able to see the first effects in around 9 minutes. Know anything that long?”
Celestia shook her head. “I’m… my mind is still stuck, on, y’know.”
“Egh. Give that album a rest already, it’s, like, 50 years old now.”
“Okay… how about… Black Hole Sun? Death Is Not The End? The World Is Growing Loud?”
“Uh…” Luna looked annoyed, but was also smirking slightly, “can you make it slightly happier?”
“Oh, sure. How about this?”
And then, in a perfect voice—and, in fact, it seemed there were instruments, playing from some distant world, or realm of being,
“When that fat old sun in the sky is falling,
Summer evening birds are calling.
Summer’s thunder time of year,
The sound of music in my ears.
Distant bells,
New mown grass smells so sweet.
By the river holding hands,
Roll me up and lay me down.
And if you sit,
Don’t make a sound.
Pick your feet up off the ground.
And if you hear as the warm night falls
The silver sound from a time so strange,
Sing to me, sing to me.
When that fat old sun in the sky is falling,
Summer evening birds are calling.
Children’s laughter in my ears,
The last sunlight disappears.
And if you sit,
Don’t make a sound.
Pick your feet up off the ground.
And if you hear as the warm night falls
The silver sound from a time so strange,
Sing to me, sing to me.
When that fat old sun in the sky is falling,
Summer evening birds are calling.
Children’s laughter in my ears,
The last sunlight disappears.”
When Celestia had finished, Twilight had almost slumped entirely over her, and was hugging her from behind, her face nestled in her mane and her eyes closed.
“Twilight, look,” Celestia said, reaching behind herself and tapping her on the shoulder, “it’s starting.”
There was a white flash from below the horizon. It burned up across the sky, re-lighting all the fading dusk color in the sky. It reached up and up, blanketing the whole sky in pure, blazing white—and for a moment, no shadows could be seen anywhere, for as far as the (magically-protected) eye could see. And then it was gone.
Gone, completely. The dusk had left, and the night was instant and pitch black. Twilight blinked as her pupils refused to dialate.
“What. What was…”
“No more sun,” Celestia said, laughing maniacally, “no more work for me. I can relax! Twilight, kiss me.”
Twilight had no idea what was going on. But then there were lips, and they were warm, and soft.
Luna continued to watch the sky. After a few more minutes (during which Twilight learned quite a few more things about just what the princess had been holding back from her), she began pointing her hooves in random upward directions, a bit like an orchestra conductor. Twilight and Celestia both looked up.
One by one, stars were winking out of the sky.
Twilight gasped. Celestia just smiled and looked over at Luna. “Having fun?” she asked.
“Oh, it was fun at first. Then it was kind of tiresome. But now it’s entirely unconscious. Keep talking; keep me entertained.”
“Okay, big sis. What do you get when you cross a griffon with a–”
“–big scratches. Never cross a griffon.”
“Oh, so you’ve heard that one.”
“I’ve heard all of them. Literally. Even the one you’re about to make up.”
“Damn. *sigh* Uh… since I have your attention,” the no-longer-very-impressive irridescent-pink pony went on, “want to talk about God?”
“Oh please no, Celles, don’t start that again. I mean you’re, what, five billion years old? Six? Do you honestly still think—”
“It doesn’t matter what I think. You’ve never tried it, in any timeline. Just take up some religion; I don’t care which. Just for the sake of it. It might make you less boring to be around.”
“I am not infecting my universe with memetic parasprites just for your entertainment. …’sides, you probably have a way to turn it into you running things again, don’t you?”
“…yeah.”
“Why don’t we go back to singing?”
“Okay.”
“It’s gearing up…” Luna was gesturing more quickly now. As the sky emptied out, it seemed to be fading from black to some shade of misty pink. The ground felt… lighter, against Twilight’s bottom. She wanted to ask—
“No,” Celestia replied directly to her thoughts, “this isn’t what I was talking about before. Though I’m glad you’ll remember this, too. I… I want to… to be able to stay like this. Sister? …can I?”
“I don’t see why not. Though it might screw up your utility function; make you more like me. Would you like that, Celestia? To be more like your sister? To be all sappy and romantic all the time? To stop trying to optimize everything?”
“I… just might. But that’s probably mostly because I won’t even know I ever wanted it.”
“Yeah, probably. Isn’t this fun?”
Twilight interrupted them both to point at the …volume of space where the sky used to be. “Look! What is that?”
Luna and Celestia both giggled. Celestia quietly murmured into Twilight’s shoulder, “idth zh muuuuuuuuu—”
Luna had an extremely odd look on her face. Well, odd for her. “Devious and cute” would be the normal description. “Hey, sis, can I?” she said.
“*sigh* I didn’t expect you to… sure, why not. But it’s not even the same album–”
“Don’t-care-gonna-sing-it-now. Ahem.”
“All that you touch
and all that you see,
all that you taste—
all you feel—
and all that you love,
and all that you hate,
all you distrust—
all you save—
and all that you give,
and all that you deal,
and all that you buy, beg, borrow or steal;
and all you create,
and all you destroy,
and all that you do,
and all that you say;
and all that you eat,
and everyone you meet,
and all that you slight,
and everyone you fight;
and all that is now,
and all that is gone,
and all that’s to come,
and everything under the sun is in tune,
but the sun is eclipsed by the mooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo~”
Luna clopped her hooves together, and the universe was gone.