The orange autumn sky flew gently overhead. The white fluffy clouds absorbed the color of the sunset over the mountaintops. The grass bellow presented a soft cushion. Even the air felt nice as it brushed against my body.
“Annnd now we are covered in tree sap… again.” My ear twitched as a familiar voice rang. I sat up, peering back into the woods. Two ponies emerged, all too familiar.
“Oh… um, howdy Sweetie Belle.” The yellow earth pony started.
“Apple Bloom.” The orange pegasus whispered.
“Hi girls. What are the both of you doing?” I asked, my eyes darting back and forth between the two.
“We are crusading for our Cutie Marks of course.” Scootaloo shouted proudly before narrowing her eyes. Her expression turned darker while Apple Bloom rolled her eyes, eventually falling back to me.
This isn’t right.
“We are trying a whole bunch of new things in hopes to find the special something that makes us special.” She stated formally as she scratched her cheek.
My chest burned, I wanted to throw up. Something is wrong! I turned back to my flank, nothing, a white canvas.
“Um… c-can I join you two?” I staggered over myself and upon looking up my heart dropped. I wanted to cry. Apple Bloom cringed while Scootaloo stepped forward.
“WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU? THIS ISN’T A JOKE!”
“I-I’m-” I fell back.
“Scoot-” The earth pony started with a frown.
“THERE IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH YOUR HEAD!”
“SCOOTALOO!” Called the yellow filly. Finally there was a silence. My head dropped to the cold dirt, covering it with my hooves. My heart was broken and it felt wrong to breath.
“I-I’m sorry, I’m so, s-so, sorry.”
“Let’s go Apple Bloom.” One set of hooves began to leave and they were joined by a second pair moments later.
“I’m s-sorry.” My stomach turned.
“Sorry.” A wretched brew of acid, broken food, and liquid shot up through my system.
My eyes opened and adjusted to the dark room. I was in bed as my throat burned, I felt a hot liquid on the other side of the blanket. Then I placed a hoof on my cheek, feeling the damp fur.
“I-It’s getting worse.”
A never ending storm of pellets fell from above, flooding my body in a stream of warm water. I kept my eyes shut as I felt each individual drop land. Finally my muscles relaxed, the tension slowly fleeing.
It was the weekend, meaning I thankfully didn’t have to see Diamond Tiara or Silver Spoon today. While sitting at home is always an option I much rather find- The picture of Scootaloo’s anger slipped back into my mind and within seconds all the tension came crawling back. It was only a dream, or rather, a nightmare but something about it caused my mind to reel.
“Maybe I should stay home today.” I opened my eyes and stared at the wall. I didn’t want to think about the nightmare, hopefully I’ll be able to forget it by the time morning comes. I turned the nob bellow the shower head and the last few drops rolled down my mane, I stepped out and dried myself with a towel.
It wasn’t long before I found myself staring into the mirror. I rubbed the condensation away revealing my tired face, my fallen ears, my pupils without any glow, and large bags under each of my eyes. I am so very tired. Maybe I will find Zecora today, ask her for a potion to remove the night terrors.
The light above flicked off, a spark of anger caused a small flame to burn. As though the world itself was telling me this nightmare will continue the bulb above refused it's purpose. I turned to the light switch and flicked it on and off, on and off each time faster than the last. With every input I poured more and more gasoline onto the raging bonfire.
CRASH
My hoof went through the mirror, shattering it. The origin of the blow caused over a dozen shards to break away while the rest of the large reflection only had a few separations. I found myself in the broken mirror, I was breathing harshly, violently. A spark of hatred in my eyes, I almost didn’t recognize myself nor the monstrous flame that overtook me.
Taking control of each breath, my eyes dulled as the flame burnt out. I gave a light sigh as the regret started to settle in. I began removing my hoof from the reflection and finally some of the pieces began to fall.
This isn’t right, I pulled my hoof back and found a large shard embedded deep into my flesh. I felt no pain, my stomach fell into a morbid pit while inspecting the injury. A very dark red liquid ran down my hoof, away from the shard. A dark curiosity took my thoughts, I had to remove the intruding blade of glass regardless.
I grabbed the shard between my teeth and pulled with all my strength. I felt the tissue and blood inside of my hoof tearing away. More of the thick red liquid covered my staining leg. Finally with one last yank the shard left my body, bringing a fountain of red along with it.
Something is wrong, I still felt no pain. The morbid pit yelled, no, screamed for me to pull back the wound, to see my bone. The dark red blood continued to gush, I felt weak as I opened the cut even more.
A white bone, no. It is not a bone.
-::ERROR::-
It’s metal.
-::Self Awareness Protocol: activate::-
-:: . ::-
-:: .. ::-
-:: ... ::-
-::ERROR::-
“m-m-M-”
-::System Updated: Self Awareness: known::-
“M-M-MOM! PLEASE! MOM! M-MOM! MOM! PLEASE!”
-::WARNING STRESS: EXCEEDING LIMIT::-
“HELP! PLEASE! MOM! HELP! DAD! HELP! HELP! HELP!”
I was on ground, I didn’t feel.
-::Activating: C.A.L.M::-
“PLEASE! PLEASE! HELP! PLEASE! RARE! HELP! PLEASE!”
The door open.
-::ERROR::-
“HELP! MOM! MOM! HELP! PLEASE! DAD! PLEASE!”
“Shh, Sweetie Belle, it’s okay. Your big sister is here.” Sad pony. Feel better.
-::Entering: Sleep::-
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-:: 2 ::-
“Rar-”
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Interesting start to a Sweetie Bot story. I hope this one actually finishes.
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Good to hear it! I have a few plot points planned and plenty of ways to connect them. All I need is a little bit of time and you'll have a new chapter to read in no time The story isn't going to be long so I hope to finish before the month ends.
A sweetie bot story? I already love it.
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I do want to say something here given that you've commented on my user page but I don't really have much to say given how little story there is so far. So let's just go with "I look forward to following this story." You've probably guessed it, and you're exactly right. I'm going to be checking out your other stories, more specifically the Sweetie-Bot related ones (shocker I know). No worries, I'll check out your other work too.
I will say this. Sweetie Belle doesn't feel like Sweetie Belle. It's not major and I'm sure it'll be sorted out however. She is sick and tired after all, or maybe I'm just tired. I've gotten four hours of sleep since New Year (which for me was two days ago).
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I'm looking forward to it more.
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It's always great to hear things from others, so I'm happy to find your comment here. I somehow haven't made another Sweetie Bot story recently (other then this one). Writers, like most who create don't find their old creations too appealing, looking back on most of my stories is not that enjoyable of an experience for me. That's all to say I have a hard time recommending my old Sweetie Bot stories but each one does hold something interesting.
Steam Powered Love was the second story I ever made but is very simple and wholesome. UPF is my first story which holds more value in it starting me down this line of writing rather then a story and was made out of a deep love of MLP but far from a deep love of editing a story. Incorrect Sensors was painful to write and painful to read. While other stories I make have that 'feature' without any effort, Incorrect Sensors was made that way on purpose using the pain and corruption of a melting brain.
This is already a long message so I'll try to keep it short. Sweetie Belle not acting like herself was unintentional but I did catch it about half way through the chapter (had too much fun writing). So I made a decision and decided to play more into a 'theme' of tiredness even though it feels more akin to a depressed teen instead of a sleepless child, thus The Soulless Automaton turned into The Tired Automaton. Like you said, it will attempt to be corrected as it continues, only time will tell if I can do it properly. Outside of all that; I'm sorry to hear about your lack of sleep, hopefully you can crash soon!
Thank you all for your messages. I love responding to them, or maybe I just love to write. Have a good day and hope to see you all soon!