"Colorless" [A MLP TwiDash FanFic]

~I have to find a way...~

What do I do?

What do we do?

It’s a question which I ask myself often now, practically every single day. As bleak as things may have gotten, I still cling onto a glimmer of hope. I still tell myself that everything will be alright. Because really, what else is there to do?

As I look outside, I try to envision what everything used to look like. Any day of the week the skies would be a crisp blue, the grass a cool green, other flowers and plants creating a wondrous palette of color which delighted the eye.

I won’t lie, those days are sorely missed. But even now I cling on to the memories of the good times, the carefree days when we lived and didn’t have to worry about the next day. How I miss those times…

Even more, I miss you.

Where did you go?

Where did the energy, the brashness, and the awesomeness of the pony I love most disappear to?

I could always expect you to be in a positive mood, always able to get me out of the dumps when things were bleak, or to cheer me up when my experiments went afoul. You were the beam of light which lit me up aflame, and even now you still do.

But this flame has been dying. It’s been dying for years.

Just like our world has slowly died.

I can still see the headline in the newspaper the day I had read it. Scientists had discovered a breakthrough in energy resources, claiming that color could be used as a natural and essentially pollution free fuel source.

At first the idea seemed skeptical for me. Merely a part of the electromagnetic spectrum, I didn’t understand how color could be used for energy. Even now, I still don’t fully understand how they did it.

But ponies approved of the idea.

And so they began to use color as an energy source. Within a year, color became the number one energy source, and the whole idea of a color revolution came to fruition.

It was heralded as nature’s savior, as a way for all of the world to go green. Eventually, our skepticism died down, and even we were supporters of the movement.

Everything was perfect.

Everything… until a side effect became evident.

We were walking through town, when we noticed a single lone flower nestled in the ground between two rocks. The flower seemed relatively normal at first glance, until you looked at its appearance.

Gray.

The flower was gray and lacking any sort of color.

I had dismissed it as nothing significant, and didn’t connect it to the color revolution at all.

Unfortunately that was a mistake of grand proportions. Soon, we were racing towards the city, but more specifically to see Princess Celestia.

I’ll never forget the sight of when the two massive wood carved doors opened.  She coule barely speak, was devoid of any color, and weakened to a point neither of us had ever witnessed before. She was still running things even in her state of health, but told me that she had no idea what had happened.

She entrusted me to find out the cause.

I entrusted myself to find the cause and solution.

The scientists who created the machines which converted the color into useable energy had done specifically what they set out to do. However, they forgot a crucial step in the process. They had a hypothesis, variables, an experiment, and results, the full scientific method one would say. But they failed to properly look at the data at hand. Knowing the machine worked was enough for them, even if it meant harming the population for their fame.