Twilight The Changeling

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        Twilight roamed the halls for what seemed like hours, her legs giving out from the stress. She had no idea what was happening to her, one moment she was trying to sleep, the next moment she finds herself roaming a strange hallway she had never seen before. At one point she thought she was roaming back and forth, but it turns out she had just been walking in one direction the entire time. What was happening? Why does she feel so numb? Why does she find it hard to think?

Suddenly, smoke had appeared from seemingly nowhere, and the walls started to transform into mirrors. But what greeted Twilight wasn't her reflection in the mirror, it was something much worse; the changeling queen, Queen Chrysalis. Suddenly, it felt as if she has woken up, but the nightmare still persisted. She lets out a gasp and suddenly jolted backwards.

"W-What's happening to me...?" She quizzed herself, unable to think properly.

Laughter began to echo from the mirrors, "I have trapped you in a world made up of your own thoughts, of course." she replied.

Twilight tilted her head on impulse, as if her actions have been manipulated by a greater power. Suddenly, as if on it's own, her body started to bow to Queen Chrysalis. She tried to let out a scream, but soon realized that her mouth had mysteriously disappeared. She struggled, trying to move her body, trying to have some kind of choice in the matter. But she can't.

"Curious?" Asked Queen Chrysalis, grinning from ear to ear. "I have met a very strange someone one day, he showed me quite the interesting bit of magic after trying to invite me to his dimension. He called it the 'Plana' I believe."

"And I bet we can have so much fun together!" A voice echoed from nowhere.

Twilight's vision starts to become blurry, as if she's slowly losing herself at the sound of the voice. She wishes she could just kill the sound, and she feels like she's running out of time to counteract whatever is happening to her. But she can't.

"Oh come on, just open up your eyes already. You'll get a good surprise if you do" The voice playfully spoke.

Twilight suddenly gets a sense of deja vu, as if she's heard the voice before. But with sinking horror she finally identified who the voice belonged to, it was her own voice. She opened her eyes, but where Chrysalis once stood a mysterious familiar looking changeling took her place. With a silky purple mane and tail, and eyes of a similar hue, Twilight suddenly felt her fear become comfortable, but can't place why she feels that way.

"There's no need to feel fear, I mean it's just you after all! I'm your reflection in the mirror, I've been with you your entire life. But I'm tired of just standing by and doing nothing, I want to be given a choice now!" The mysterious figure preached.

Twilight's pain suddenly turned into joy, why was she enjoying this? It felt as if something was altering her very being. Suddenly, she found she had a mouth again and let out a visceral scream into the air, breaking the silence.

"Afraid? I mean it's just you talking to yourself after all..." Twilight said. But it didn't make any sense.

With sinking horror, she looks down at her body, it was all black, and her mane had turned a silky purple. She looked back to the mirror only to find herself in it. She felt like trying to scream, but found that the reflection had screamed instead. She tries to struggle, but found that whatever she did to try and escape, the reflection in the mirror was doing the same.

"Messing with your memories is so fun, don't you think? And it's all because Queen Chrysalis was so kind to bless me with existence!" Twilight said.

Suddenly, strange thoughts began to fill Twilight's mind; Violence and to hurt, the need to be hurt and a thirst for all things malicious and the need to do wrong. Her pain suddenly melted away, and as her gaze went back to the mirror, her reflection was gone, as if it was a mere husk of her former self.

Twilight opened her eyes, she's back in her library. She woke up from the nightmare, thinking she was finally free. She got up from bed and saw Spike sound asleep. Suddenly, a wicked grin began to appear across her face.

"Sweet dreams, Spike..." The interloper said.