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In the Time You Have Left

By twilightgamenight
Created: 2021-07-16 21:31:33
Updated: 2021-01-31 22:03:02
Expiry: Never

anon twilight sparkle dark nsfw complete one-shot warhammer author went off the rails based on a prompt

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>”Stay with me, Anon! Everything will be okay!”
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"No, it's... it's okay, Twilight."
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>You reach around blindly, unable to turn your head for some reason.
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>"Just stay awake," she sobs, pressing her hooves into you. "Stay with me!"
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>Trying to staunch the bleeding, probably.
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"Did we..."
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>It's hard to talk.
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>Probably the rib that's piercing your left lung.
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>"Don't say anything! Just stay still!"
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>She looks around frantically, her head swivelling this way and that as she searches for something.
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>"Fluttershy will be here soon, and she...she ..."
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"That's not important."
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>"There's nothing more important than you!" she cries, shutting her eyes. "Not to me!"
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>She can't bear to see you like this.
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>You almost feel guilty.
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>You should have fought better.
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"Did we... did we get them all?"
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>You’re dying. All that is left is for you to do what you can with the time that remains.
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>Slowly, she nods.
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>Her lower lip is gripped between her teeth.
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>She’s trying not to cry.
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“The enemy are all…”
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>You cough, speckling your princess’s face with your own blood.
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>”Yes, Anon,” she mumbles, “they’re dead. They’re all dead and your fight is over. Just rest now. Fluttershy –“
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“Twilight…”
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>”Yes?”
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>There.
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>Your hand finds what it was hunting for.
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>”Yes, Anon?”
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“The fight… is never over.”
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>Her eyes flare open, hunting for the threat.
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>With effort almost beyond you, your fingers curl around the wooden handle.
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>She gasps as you try to raise your arm.
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>”No, don’t! You’re hurt.”
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>You know this.
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>”You aren’t in any condition to fight!”
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“That’s why… why I have to…”
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>”I’ll take care of it! Whatever it is, I’ll take care of it!”
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>Her breathing is rapid and shallow – she’s on the verge of panic.
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>Trying to stop your bleeding, trying to find the enemy – her fear for you, her fear for everything, it’s all too much for her.
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>You struggle to stand, but your body refuses.
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>It’s not a matter of being too weak; the necessary tendons and ligaments simply aren’t attached anymore.
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>”Don’t move!” Twilight cries, pushing you back down. “You’re making the bleeding worse!”
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“It’s okay, Twi…”
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>You’re out of breath before you can say her full name.
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>Huh.
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>It’s a cute nickname – Twi – you wish you had thought of it before now.
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>Before it was too late to matter anymore.
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>Shame.
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>Twi looks down at you with such compassion and tenderness, all other concerns forgotten.
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>At this moment, you and your injuries are the sum of her world.
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>You try to sit up, eliciting a fresh wave of crimson from your wounds and snapping Twilight out of her trance.
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>”FLUTTERSHY!” she screams. “FLUTTERSHY, HURRY UP!”
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>She’s given in to her panic.
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>”HE’S BLEEDING! OH, SUN, HE’S BLEEDING OUT! FLUTTERSHY!”
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“Twi…”
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>Her head snaps back to face you.
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“…it’s okay…”
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>She’s crying.
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>She’s crying for you.
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>Why?
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>”N-no, it’s – it’s not…”
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“Yes, it is.”
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>Somehow, you raise your hand to stroke her cheek, smearing the blood spattered across her purple coat.
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>It almost looks like the blush of a lovestruck schoolfilly.
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>”B-but –“
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>Your grip on the handle is strong.
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“Twi, it’s okay. There’s… there are only two left.”
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>You run your fingers through the vibrant strands of her mane.
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>”You’re bleeding.”
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“I know.”
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>You feel stronger now, strong enough to raise your other arm.
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>The final burst of energy before life leaves you altogether.
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>You’ve seen it many times, on many battlefields, in many warriors, from the wastes to the walls of Praag and Erengrad and beyond.
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>And now… here. In you.
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>How odd.
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>You always thought you would live forever. You thought you were special.
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>”You’re bleeding,” she repeats dully, too traumatized to find other words, other things to say.
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“It’s okay.”
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>Her eyelids flutter, trying to blink away the tears.
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>”It’s not.”
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“It’s okay.
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>Twi closes her eyes, but the tears come anyway.
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“It’s okay.”
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>”S-stop saying that.”
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“But it is.”
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>”Why!?”
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“Because Khorne cares not from whence the blood flows –“
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>Twi gasps in pain as the fingers running through her mane become a fist, gripping her and holding her in place.
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“-ONLY THAT IT FLOWS!”
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>She screams as your axe cuts into her neck, for as long as she is able.
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>It turns into a wet gurgle as she chokes on her own blood.
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>The mare tries to rear back, tries to run, but your grip on her mane holds her in place with the insane strength of a dying man.
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>In panic, in mortal terror, without even being aware of what she is doing, hooves hammer your chest, breaking bones and rupturing organs.
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>It doesn’t matter.
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>You’re dead anyway.
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>It’s only a matter of how much blood you can spill before the last of yours is drained.
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>You pull your axe free in a fountain of red.
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>The look of betrayal and confusion that flashes across her face hurts.
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>She should have known this would happen.
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>You had told her.
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>Chaos will have blood.
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>Yours… or theirs.
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>The axe smashes into her neck again, sanguine spatter turning the crystal floors red as her blood mingles with yours.
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>Twilight’s eyes roll back in their sockets, bringing a hint of a smile to your face.
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>So very like her, to roll her eyes at you even in her final moments.
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>With a shudder, she falls, collapsing heavily on legs that cannot feel anything.
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>She’s dead.
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>Not dying.
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>Dead.
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>You didn’t want her to suffer.
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>There is no glory in sadism, only in blood.
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>Your death takes longer; you lay there, trapped under the body of your friend, your strength all but spent.
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>Hoofsteps resound sharply, a quick four-beat cadence singing throughout the crystal castle.
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>”Twilight!?”
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>It’s Fluttershy.
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>”Anon!?”
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>The hoofsteps stop.
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>You can’t turn your head to face her.
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>”TWILIGHT!? OH MY GOSH, ARE YOU… Twilight, are you… oh, Celestia…”
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>Hesitantly, the mare approaches, slowly coming into your field of view.
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>You… you might have it in you for one more swing.
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>”Anon… what…?”
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>You will never reach her.
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>That’s okay.
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>Chaos will have blood.
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>If not theirs…
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>”Anon, why are you smiling!?”
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>Slowly, too slowly, yet as quickly as you can, you raise your axe to your throat.
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“Blood…”
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>If not theirs…
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“… for the Blood God.”
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>… then yours.