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Letters He Will Finally Read

By Steam_Powered_Anon
Created: 2024-10-19 11:10:10
Updated: 2024-10-19 15:08:14
Expiry: Never
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  1. 1.
    I read “Letters he will never read” and it gutted me. So, here’s a cope ending for myself.
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    [Time dilation plays a kinda important part, (You) can figure it out]
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  4. 4.
    >You are Anon
  5. 5.
    >And a decade of research, subterfugue, bribery, and blood has finally come to fruition.
  6. 6.
    >You hold in your hands a leather-bound tome, the cover cracked and dulled with age, the pages yellowing and the ink fading.
  7. 7.
    >It contained the last scraps of archaic formulae for the rift-tearing ritual.
  8. 8.
    >The journey here had cost you an arm and a leg.
  9. 9.
    >Quite literally - your left arm and leg are void of their biologic nature, replaced by cold steel and warm servos.
  10. 10.
    >It was worth the price.
  11. 11.
    >It was the way back to Equestria.
  12. 12.
    >Back to your friends.
  13. 13.
    >The place where you truly belong.
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    >
  15. 15.
    >Twilight had told you that the portal would be two-way, that you could come and go as you please, that everypony you had come to care for would visit.
  16. 16.
    >The last thing you saw of Equestria was her waving, before the rift between your worlds closed.
  17. 17.
    >It did not re-open.
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    >
  19. 19.
    >You waited.
  20. 20.
    >Seconds turned to minutes.
  21. 21.
    >Minutes to hours.
  22. 22.
    >Hours to days.
  23. 23.
    >You lost hope a month in.
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    >
  25. 25.
    >You were deep into thaumaturgic research within the year.
  26. 26.
    >Doing whatever was necessary to study the weird, the wild, the esoteric.
  27. 27.
    >You just wanted to see your friends again.
  28. 28.
    >It was all so…
  29. 29.
    >Bleak. Tiresome. Depressing.
  30. 30.
    >The happy memories kept you going for a while.
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    >While they have not faded, they stopped driving you after four years.
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    >
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    >The next six were powered purely by spite.
  34. 34.
    >At God, Allah, Odin, the Flying Spaghetti Monster - whoever ran the show behind the curtains.
  35. 35.
    >You would break the chains of this world if it was the last thing you did.
  36. 36.
    >
  37. 37.
    >And now, here you stand.
  38. 38.
    >Within a room lit only by candlelight, thaumaturgic formulae spread before you in rings of chalk and your own dried blood.
  39. 39.
    >Within your hand of cold steel lies your collection of notes, research, runes, and other assorted items.
  40. 40.
    >All so you can leave this world behind.
  41. 41.
    >Beside you is a well-worn medium-sized backpack, full of what few belongings you chose to keep over the years.
  42. 42.
    >Mostly extra research, or things you thought ponies would find nice.
  43. 43.
    >You breathe in a shaky breath.
  44. 44.
    >It’s time.
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    >
  46. 46.
    >You are Twilight Sparkle
  47. 47.
    >And your daily routine has remained unchanged for the past year.
  48. 48.
    >Wake up, dried tears over the bags under your eyes.
  49. 49.
    >Re-read the portal spell for the thousandth time.
  50. 50.
    >Try it again.
  51. 51.
    >Spike brings you breakfast.
  52. 52.
    >You ignore it until you almost collapse from hunger.
  53. 53.
    >You eat what little you can bear.
  54. 54.
    >You re-read the spell again. Quintouple check everything
  55. 55.
    >You try it again.
  56. 56.
    >And again.
  57. 57.
    >And. Again.
  58. 58.
    >Spike brings you lunch.
  59. 59.
    >You eat what little you can bear.
  60. 60.
    >You. Keep. Trying.
  61. 61.
    >You’ve hardly seen your friends since he left…
  62. 62.
    >It’s your fault.
  63. 63.
    >YOU did something wrong.
  64. 64.
    >It’syourfaultit’syourfaultit’syourfaultyouFAILURE
  65. 65.
    >You collapse, sobs racking your body.
  66. 66.
    >You have to keep trying. There HAS to be a way to fix this…
  67. 67.
    >…Maybe another letter would help.
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    >
  69. 69.
    >This is the 375th letter to Anon you’ve wrote now.
  70. 70.
    >You know he will never read them, but…
  71. 71.
    >It still helps.
  72. 72.
    >Sometimes.
  73. 73.
    >Your face remains soaked in tears as you sigh, stowing your quill and ink once more.
  74. 74.
    >With slow hoofsteps, you begin your pilgrimmage.
  75. 75.
    >Back through the library.
  76. 76.
    >Up the stairs.
  77. 77.
    >Two rooms down from yours.
  78. 78.
    >Anon’s room.
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    >At least…it was.
  80. 80.
    >You’ve done this enough times to wear a shallow groove in the floor.
  81. 81.
    >You gently grasp the handle in your magic, opening the door the same as always.
  82. 82.
    >Expecting to walk over to his desk, and place the letter on the ever-growing pile.
  83. 83.
    >Letters from yourself.
  84. 84.
    >From your friends.
  85. 85.
    >Neighbors.
  86. 86.
    >A Princess or three.
  87. 87.
    >Except…
  88. 88.
    >That is not what happens.
  89. 89.
    >Instead of the desk and letters burned into your frontal lobe, a tall, familiar shape stands before the desk, shuffling through the letters.
  90. 90.
    >A worn bag at his side.

Letters He Will Finally Read

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