<strong class="Un">safe Space</strong>

”Darling Discord! How will you ignore me now that I am everything!?”

Have you ever had that annoying Ex that just won’t stop trying to get your attention no matter how much you ignore her?

And now: We are entering the thrilling conclusion to this incredibly stupid mad tale of madness.

with fitting Music

How long had it been since planet Equus was no more? Did time even matter any more? It seems unlikely – as out there. Cosmos stretched out into infinity. Backwards and forwards through time and space. Seconds and eons blending together in an incomprehensible mess.

Out there, Countless, worlds burned in the hellfire of creation. Galaxies filled with a mockery of life were forced to be just to suffer. Nebulas of nerve tissue were brought in and erased form from existence with such speeds that the only thing that became of their existence was their collective screams of pain.

The only refuge from the absolute malice of the universe was the inside of a realm of chaos and madness. That despite its twisted nature was a force opposite to the madness outside. For despite bouth being chaos, the two forces might as well be called oposites when they are the only things in this universe. Oposite enough to exist as a thing of its own. The only thing that had not yet been absorbed by the cosmos, as it waited for its Creator to willingly give himself to her.

Discords personal space, his pocket dimension, had always been just that – A pocket. A space within real space. By his will bent into its chaotic existence out of real-space. Existing somewhere outside its rules yet still tied to it through accessibility. Even though this Sanctuary could not be found or accessed by others of the real world, due to real-space quite literally being ”in the way”, as far as Fluttershy understood it.

Now, the layers of real-space had been stripped away. Ceased to exist. And Sanctuary had become but a memory, one in which this manifestation of Discords will now existed as the only thing that remained of the real-space that the pocket had once been folded out of.

Outside of it. There was only Cosmos. The ever present Cosmic Cosmos that had become the new reality in which this pocket dimension resided. The Chaos-Space that this pocket was folded out of. The ocean around a bubble, if you will.

And unlike the bygone real-space, that merely existed humbly and quiet. Cosmos was an ever present presence that made its existence impossible to ignore. An existence that constantly reminded you of its existence by its screaming, grayling, grading presence against the pockets walls. A reality with a malicious consciousness that screamed for atention.

A reality that screamed for Discord. A reality that would never stop screaming, now that it had made itself impossible to ignore. By becoming existence itself.

A reality that, for all tense and purposes, had been screaming, and would be screaming, for all eternity, Until he willingly gave himself to her.

Or – as Fluttershy was trying to coax him into. untill he maned up and face his Ex. Not in a battle of chaos, but to simply tell her that he wasn’t interested. She knew that it was hard for him. He had spent an unknowable amount of time avoiding the issue. He had done everything to not have to deal with her. And through everything she had done, he had managed for an ungoodly amount of time to not say anything to her.

But there was nothing left for him to do now. All his plans to avoid his ex had failed. And now she was everything, inpossible to ignore. Rregardless of how long it had to take. Fluttershy had to get it out of him eventually, They han an infinite amount of un-time on their paws now.

And It was only a matter of untime untill someone would have to do someting, For chaos can not exist in stagnation.