The Conversion Bureau: Unforeseen Consequences

by GIULIO

Journal - 2015-2016 Edition

January 12, 2015

Well, I've finally decided to follow Helen's advice and keep a diary, mostly to see if I change at all once I go to the bureau tomorrow.

A bit funny her worry: I am gonna change. Gonna miss my hands and being tall.

But I understand what she meant by that. I'm kind of worried myself. Am I gonna have the same personality and all? I'm not sure, but everyone's been saying that the thing actually works, no mind fucks or anything of the sorts have been reported.

Besides, even if this does have some side effects, long-term or not, I need this. There's no opportunity for me, not without a degree of some sort, and neither I nor Helen can afford three years of study. Hell, there've been rumors that they're gonna start cutting funds for education and social stuff here. Not that I would really blame them, with the barrier this close.

If anything that the ponies have been saying are true then I'm at least gonna have a job. That's all I want in life. Well, maybe a bit more than that, but that would be the icing on the cake for me. I don't want to have to worry that my sister will go broke because of me. And if I can't work here, then why not in Equist Equestria? From the pictures I've seen it at least looks nice. That's gotta count for something at least.

It's getting late. Gonna hit the sack now, though I doubt that I'm gonna be able to sleep easy tonight. Tomorrow's going to be a new start.

January 13, 2015

Didn't sleep much – too anxious. Not surprising though, all things considered.

I've just gotten off the phone with Helen, and I'm feeling really bad sad unsure. But she knows as well as I do that this has gotta be done. She can't keep bailing me out of my financial troubles forever, and I've got to do something with my life. The ponies are offering a chance, and I'm sure as hell gonna take it.

I'll have one last snack before I go. I'm feeling biltong. Might as well make it meat, since I will never be able to eat it again after this.

Well. Good luck to myself I guess.

January 18, 2015

Ha Hey I'm t back.

Holy hell is it hard to write. I can barely read this. I'll ka keep this entry short then.

Stayed five days to get used to my new body, lika like learning how to walk and gre grab things. I also arranged for the trig trip to A Equa Equestria. Soonest flight will be soma sometime around next month. In the ma meantime the Crown will be pag paying my rent and food. One thing you'va ve gotta admit about pom ponies, they are as altrw altruistic as the Dalai Lama.

I'll y go call Helen and ta tell her the good news.

Still the same Richard as always. Y Just more hairy and with more la legs.

January 19, 2015

Still trying to get w used to writing with h∞ hooves. Miss having hands already, hooves e are a bitch to w use. And don't get me starta ed on using the bathroom.

Anyways, I talked with Helen last m night, told her all about the process. She sounded surpriz sed that I sound so normal. To be honest, so e am I.

The v weirdest thing abc out this is seeing a horse face instead of mg my usual face in the mim mirror. I'm an 'earth pony' now, e as they said, nothing special abw about me but strength and vitality. I da definitely feel stronger, but I've yet to try my body out im in terms of what I g can do.

At least I'm not a god awful colour, like pink or g yellow or green. I like this shade of red. No 'cutia e mark' yet – apparently the at comes later. I'm kim kinda curious as to what it'll be.

Well, since I've y got nothiny g else to do, I think I'll take a stroll down waterfront.

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So gle ad that I'm home. The looks I ga got from people creeped me out. As a white man in Sow South Africa, I always got stares from the Africans, but thiz s was a compla etely different thing. Before it was just because I was a different colour, now peopla e were afraid of me.

I know that aparthaeid's still a fresh memory, but I hom honestly expected better from people. I'm wishiny g dad was here ta to accompany me. At least I'd feel se safe with someone his size around me.

Me Maybe it's best if I stay indoors until I get word from tha e bureau.

January 20, 2015

Been mostly a boring day today. The only thing a of interest that happened was meeting my neighbours. The kids were excited about having a pony next door, and at least the couple weren't judgemental of my transformation. It's refreshing to have people smiling at me rather than staring.

I've practised writing a lot; still not very readable, but at least I'm not making a lot of miste scratch that. Still making some mistakes, but not as many as the last few days. I also tried accessing my laptop but hooves and keyboards don't mix. I had to use a pen to manually prez ss the keys to navigate my way. Somehow the mouse wasn't that difficult to handle with my hoof, but it still was a chore just to check my email.

So with playing or watching videos online not being a ideal option, I decided to watch some tv. Mostly stuck to the news, since everything else consisted of a either reruns or crappy reality shows. Conversion bureaus are really catching on, especially in South Africa. Some hardliners are unhappy at the prospect of haw ving to deal with so many aliens around. Some figured that if people weren't turning into them then they would've kicked the ponies out already. The UN and the Human Rights agencies are applauding the government's decision to keep the bureaus open despite of the staw unch resistance.

Personally I'm happy that there is a choice for the people who need it most. It might not be the ideal one but it is best one for me at least.

Now what am I going to do with all of the stocked up boerwors I've got in the pantry? Maybe the Sisulus might enjoy them.

Heh, a meat delivery pony, that's a first.

January 21, 2015

Thandi came over to visit. I swear she cracked a rib or two when she embraced me. I forgot how much she found the ponies cute. Every time I wasn't looking she would just sigh and go 'ag shame' while she goggled at me.

It was a bit scary, but it was definitely better than the stares I got when I went to the Waterfront.

Anyways, sha e came over to tell me that she lost her job at the Woolsworth store and wanted to tell me that she was going to the bureau tomorrow. I tried to make sure that she wasn't jumping the gun on this and just doing this to be a pony. As I remember, her parents have been on the fritz when the ponies showed up. I can't really blame them – seeing these strange aliens coming out of an island that came out of nowhere shook the faith of a lot of people. I still remember the shitstorm they had in the Vatican. 'Where's your God now?' and all that kak.

Thandi insisted that she we was searching for jobs but drawing a blank with the interviews. I wanna believe that she's doing this for lack of opportunity here, but I can't shake this feeling that she's doing this for the sake of being a pony. I've told her that my life has changed a lot since the change and that those changes were hard to adapt to. I still haven't adapted completely, but I'm doiny g my best.

She seems dead-set on this though. I can't stop her, just give her some pointers.

I just hope she knows what she's getting herself into.

January 22, 2015

I'm not sure of what I'm going to write here. I swore to Helen that I'd jot down anything that I felt was wrong with me. I'm not convinced that it's really anything, but a promise is a promise.

Ever since I've changed, I have had no dreams. Normally I do go without dreaming for a while, a few days usually. Now I didn't think much of it when I noticed it, thinking that it was just a long period of dreamless sleep. The last few days though I'm not sure if I'm really having dreamless nights.

It's weird. When I have a dreamless night, the time between me falling asleep and waking up feels like minutes, seconds even. But recently I've been experiencing black. Pure, dark, blackness, for several long minutes. I didn't see, hear, smell, feel anything in that 'dream'. I couldn't move or do anything. Just complete darkness.

Last night was the longest. Felt like a whole hour between sleeping and waking. I'm not sure if this is just a side effect of the change, but it is beginning to get me worried. I'm thinking of going to the bureau to have it checked out.

I'll go as soon as I'm done having breakfast.

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Well, the doctors there told ma me that it's a temporary side effect that some people are experiencing. That's a relief, I definitely feel better about it.

I think that I'll tell Helen about it. She did ask me to keep her informed on any complications.

I'm not sure what to do for this coming weekend though. I'm itching to stretch my legs and get out of the apartment. Maybe not to stay out in tha the streets, but somewhere.

Hm. Tomorrow the neighbours' kids will be in for the afternoon. Maybe I can do something for them. After all, I'm a pony now. Might as well as make others happy by virtue of being one.

January 23, 2015

I'm pleased with myself. After talking with the parents, I got to have a walk outside with the kids. We mostly stayed in the Table Bay, visiting the waterfront and the likes.

People still stared, but this time I didn't feel uncomfortable about it. Besides having two kids to make me seem less dangerous (still don't know how people can think of ponies as scary), I think the number of ponies around seems to have tempered moods a bit. Not many Equestrians migrated here, and I can say for certain the number has increased. Whether they are new ponies coming here or people going pony I can't tell.

Anyways the children had a blast. I let them ride me and I wowed them with my newfound strength when I helped a sneeudier moor his boat. Surprised myself actually, pony jaws are quita e strong.

Helen's been calling me non-stop while I was out and when we talked she was very worried with what the voice mail I left her last night. I've managed to calm her down, but she is insisting that I keep her in the loop if anything else happens. Will do sis.

It isn't late yet, I could go do some shopping since I've been stuck in the apartment for a while. I hope that Spar might offer some pony food. Normal veggies and fruit have been more than enough, but I want to try some of their cuisine. Pony cuisine is lekker than veggies if you're a pony right?

---

Okay.

I'm still kinda creeped out by what's happened, still not really sure what happened.

I was gonna take one last look at the fridge to see how much food I had left, when to my surprise it was filled with new foodstuff. The pantry too. After looking at my stash of receipts, surely enough, I found one from Spar this afternoon, and the items match up with what I found inside.

What's really scaring me right now is that I don't remember ever going out to shop.

I never forget stuff like that. Where I put my keys or my wallet sure, but making dinner or buying things? Something's up. Need to tell Helen about this. This is serious.

I'll give thosa e bureau doctors a piece of my mind tomorrow. I'm gatvol with them soeking with me.

January 24, 2015

MAAFOEDI FOK FOK FOK

They said nothing was going to go wrony g those fok bastards! They assured us nothing was wrong with the transformation!

BULLSH

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Why didn't they test this? Why?

---

I just finished talking with Helen. She's freaking out serious. Not as much as I am. FOK

---

Alright. I went to the bureau as normal, only to find it closed. One of the scrompies there told me that the SAPS forcefully cols closed the bureau under the order of the government. Only after reading the newspaper did I learn why:

People who turned pony are suffering from short-term memory loss, just like I am. And after a majority vote from the UN and a damning report from the Human Rights Watch the bureaus were closed, either by the national governments or by the Equestrian Crown itself, until all of the side effects are discovered and understood.

I'm glad that they did this before more people like me got themselves in this bind, but what really pisses me off is that they didn't check this out before this.

Kak man.

---

I'm scared. I'm forgetting things I did today

I need to talk to Helen

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My name is Richard Pretorius.

I am 23 years old, born in Johannesburg, raised and living in Cape Town by my parents, Gwendalyn and Pieter Pretorius.

I have an older sister, Helen Pretorius, she is 27 years old and is currently working at Oxford England.

My parents sadly passed away in a car crash four years ago – I have been living by myself here while my sister helped me with whatever money she could spare.

I am suffering from strange memory lapses and I may be losing important memories.

These are important memories. Whatever happens I must not forget these ones.

January 25, 2015

I'm hearing whispers in my dreams. They're lasting longer and longer and I'm hearing voices. I am really scared. My talks with Helen are the only thing keeping me together.

---

Helen's trying to get hold of a doctor for me since I think I keep on forgetting to do so myself. God I'm a mess right now.

I need to do something

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My name is Richard Pretorius.

I am 23 years old, born in Johannesburg, raised and living in Cape Town by my parents, Hele Gwendalyn and Pieter Pretorius.

I have an older sister, Helen Pretorius, she is 27 years old and is currently working at Oxford, in England

My parents died

---

Oh God I had to look back. I can't remember how they died. I'm reading what I wrote but I can't remember. I need to talk to Helen

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My name is Richard Pretorius.

I am 23 years old, from Cape Town and living there.

My parents are Genn GWENDALYN and PETE PIETER Pretorius.

I have an older sister called HELEN. She is 27 and is working at Oxford, Enlg England.

My parents died from a car in a car crash a few years back. I have been living alone since.

I'm losing my memories. These are the important ones. I mustn't forget these.

Don't forget Dan Don't forget Don't Forget

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I can't reach Helen. I need to talk to someone.

January 26, 2015

I am shaking right now.

I woke up in the apartment next to mine. The Sisulus I think.

I was covered in blood. Everything was bloodied.

There are maimed bodies of a couple and two children.

I think know that they let me in. They must have! The front door is fine!

I killed them.

Oh God I killed them

I am losing my mind

I need to call

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She's not anwsering. Can't reach her.

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What is her na

HELEN DAMMIT!

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My name is Richard Pret

I am a 23 years old living in Cape Town

My pare My parents are G

Doesn't matter! Look at previous if I need to remember!

My sister is Helen HELEN

Don't forget her Dont forget her

---

Locked the door and broke the key. If I lose it again, I won't hurt anyone else.

I'll beat this thing. I have to.

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THE PHONE IS BROKEN! WHY????

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Cant go to sleep whispers are making me do things must stay awake. No sleep tonight.

January 27, 2015

Whispers talking to me. I can't remember anything but them. Why won't they stop?

---

I slept. I can't remember what I did. I did something. I know that. I just don't know what.

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My name is Richard

My name is Richard

My sis

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I know I have a sister. I wrote that I had one. Helen. Why can't I remember having her? Oh god why is this happening?

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My name is Richard

My Name is Richard

My name is Richard.

Mg My name is richard

My name is Richard

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i can hear them while awake now! I can't block the noise out of my head!

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Richard

I am richard

Richard is my name

my name is richard

richard

I am richard

richard

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stop the noise I can't get it out of my head!

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richard Richard richarc richard richard ridhard Richerd Richard

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noise too much! camt get it owt of head

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richerdricharcrichardri chardrichardrichardrichardricherdricherdrichardric richard hardricherdricharcrichardrichard

April 12, 2015

is it Men i hear?

they ask if riChard is heer

there is no richi E near

an d i feAr

I am pr etty ri

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"That's the last page."

The transcriber's hands hovered over his keyboard as he looked over to his colleague. "Are you sure?" he asked apprehensively. As horrifying it was for him to note it all down, he knew that every little bit of text that could be salvaged would make for a more decisive piece of evidence.

"Yes," the woman replied, as she rapidly flipped through the pages caked with drops of dried blood. "I think this was when he was picked up from the police. Every page between this entry and the last is filled with incomprehensible scribbles and drawings."

The man's eyes perked up. "He filled up over forty pages in a day?"

With a nod as an answer, he slid down his chair slightly, holding his forehead in shocked awe. "Jesus," he muttered, "I knew that the serum was flawed, but this..."

"All I want to know is what went through the heads of those scientists," the forensic investigator said with disdain, "when they did their own private tests before they opened up those bureaus." She turned a few pages to refer back to an earlier entry of the journal. "The sick thing is that these people knew that they were losing their minds but nothing that they could do would help them."

"Tell me about it," the transcriber nodded agreeably. "At least Celestia handed over the ponies responsible to the courts. That tells me that not all of the ponies are careless idiots."

The woman remained unconvinced. "I don't think it'll be enough for us to forgive them though. This thing's gotten thousands of people killed, and it's affected thousands more." She set down the journal and prepared an evidence bag. "I'm sure of one thing," she said, casting a saddened look towards the man behind the computer, "I'm never gonna look at a pony in the same way anymore."

He remained quiet, dutifully returning his attention to the report that he compiled. The investigator, for her part, placed the damning evidence in the bag, labeled CASE PM #106 – EVIDENCE B-41, and stored it in the appropriate drawer. It would stay there until it would be needed in the day in court to remind everyone, human and pony, that the act of generosity of a few ended up being a death sentence for many.

The death of their humanity.

The death of Richard Pretorius.

Comments

[GIULIO]

Hello everyone, my second fic, and this time it's a one-shot journal style experiment that I've been meaning to try. I don't mean to imply anything about the TCB genre with this, just an attempt to make a horror fic in this style.

This isn't going to go anywhere, and it's in no way, shape or form related to my TPoG story. Comments are welcomed, I really want to know what you think of this style.

[Regidar]

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"Prepare for unforeseen consequences, Mr. Freeman."

[RandomEncounter]

Well, I think you pulled this format off rather well. Not bad for a one shot.

[Railyn]

Starting this, I was really iffy about it, simply because you used the word 'monster'. It's unclear whether he hates ponies (in which case, he wouldn't have gone to the bureau), or whether the serum transformed him into something else somehow. What ended up happening isn't indicated at all in the summary, and since it's pretty much the premise of the story, it might be a good thing to change.

That aside, I liked this a lot. The South African slang/language/whatever it is was nice, if a bit confusing. Small gripe: if you're going to use that sort of thing, make it clear from the start that your character lives there. I also liked the way in which you displayed the gradual deterioration of Richard's mental state, though the last bit of his journal, the entry that's ostensibly from April, was just kinda dumb. I get that you're trying to illustrate the fact that he no longer thinks like a human, but would he really be writing if his mind was animalistic?

One last thing: you got me to read a TCB story even though I lost interest in this AU a long time ago. Just thought that might be something you'd like to know.

[Detective Chmilewsky]

I like it because it doesn't seem like people have to either choose ponydom or death.

[EchoWolf31]

Gotta say man, this was really good. When I first read the summary, I honestly thought this was going to involve zombies for some stupid reason. But when I realized what it really was, I got pretty excited. I just love this style of horror. Mostly because showing the deterioration of someone's mental state using a diary just sends a chill up my spine in a way most other horror styles can't. So for this you get a thumbs up, a favorite, and just for the hell of it, a watch. I hope you make other one like this.

[Guardian]

Whoa.

[shutaro]

OK, this was creepy. Well done.
The only thing that didn't make much sense:
Why do they close the bureaus when they know there was something wrong?
"We may have "broken" newfoals out there. Let's make sure they don't get any help at all!"
Yeah, right. Maybe those guys worked at a nuclear power plant before?

[Neon Pegasus]

Oh, should I travel through the woods

Or should I not wishing I would

For above me lurks within the trees

No one could hear my deathly screams

The palest man, the blackest suit

Bigger than the tallest brute

Six black arms will grab you up

Or, stalk you till you just give up

A top hat bares upon his head

Makes your soul fill up with dread

He takes you when you least expect

Boil you up, and eat your neck

He'll leave your body not to eat

But staple your corpse on a tree

Fear the man, the slender man

For he can do, what no one can.

[GIULIO]

1636566
I knew that someone would do this. It was inevitable.

1636667
Merci!

1636673
I originally was going to go for a different approach, more akin to what the summary/description implied, with Richard literally trapped in a body which did horrendous things when he fell asleep/lost consciousness and was fully aware of what he had done. But then I decided to change the conflict into a loss of memory/humanity as I felt that it would create a more interesting drive for Richard.

The description remained because... I'm not exactly sure why, but you're right. I'm going to need to change it.

One of the reasons why I find this sort of journal style stories so fascinating (especially writing one) is that what the character jots down are not his complete thoughts and do not offer the full picture of what is actually happening in the story. There's a lot going on in the story beyond what Richard is writing, and I had a separate outline that detailed what happened while I wrote the journal entries.

While I did make Richard explain where he lived (the first 'My name is Richard Pretorius' bit), I only did so because I was in fact a bit worried that the bits of Afrikaans here and there would confuse readers who don't know about it. If it still wasn't clear, then I'm sorry, perhaps I should've done something more. But I was hesitant for the two forensic investigators to drone on with exposition since I felt that it would just ruin what I was going for.

And yeah, I was thinking of having Richard (or what was left of him) become obsessed with the journal, hence why he kept on writing on it and solely focusing on writing (albeit in an incoherent manner), hence the 40 pages filled with writing in less than a day. He still technically can think, but his mind has been broken so much that his thoughts are akin to a rambling of a madman. Although I will agree with you that having him write until the April entry is overdoing it. Maybe make his last entry at the end of February or something. Remember, just because the date says April or February, doesn't mean that it is that date. Really, he was picked up by the police the 28th of January.

And I'm glad that I got you reading the TCB subgenre again.

1636695
That's the thing, they don't. Richard explicitly stated that he was happy that people had the choice of either staying human or going pony, though not forced by the barrier as most stories would have it.

1636719
Same here man. I always liked the journal entry format for a horror story because it offers a very different perspective than that of more traditional formats.

1637443
Glad I wowed you.

1637609
Technically they closed the bureaus to stop further changes until they could figure out what was actually going on. Think of a boat taking in water, you stop the leak before you pump out the water that got in.

Again, as I said before to Orpheus there's a lot going on beyond what Richard is writing. The idea was that while the bureaus closed, scientists from both sides would get together to try to figure out what was going on. Unfortunately for them, it happened far too fast for them to resolve it.

1643162
Slenderman is an awesome meme/fad/myth/whatever, but this has nothing to do with it.

So shoo.

[Kayin Dreemurr]

Just reading the summary and seeing that cover pic give me Silent Hill vibes. Very large Silent Hill vibes.

[GIULIO]

1643952
Funny, I was listening to the Silent Hill soundtrack while writing this. Coincidence?

1643991
I did consider going that route, but it had been done before in another TCB fic, and while I would've liked to have tried that just for the sake of challenge, I opted for this. However, as I've stated before, a lot is going on 'behind the entries' - this final iteration of the fic has very little Jekyll and Hyde influence.

A bit of a spoiler: in my secondary outline, I had Richard visit the Sisulus to try to get his mind off of the memory lapses and distract himself. Suddenly he forgets where he is and who those people are. In his confusion, he overreacts when one of the kids jumps on him (wanting to ride him) and injures the child. The parents react in turn, making Richard panic. He crushes their ribs while trying to defend himself. This makes the kids cry, and in this moment of confused panic, Richard tries to shut them up by smashing their heads in. He suddenly stops, realizing what he's actually done, and feints at the sight of so much blood.

[GIULIO]

1644081
indeed.

[Codexwriter476]

Talk about creepypaste material...

[Alalic]

Oh wow, that certainly was creepy. Very creepy. Stories chronicling a character's descent into insanity always get to me.

[Microshazm]

Though I personally consider diary-style writing to be phony, I gotta admit the narrative you put up is all gripping, effective, and terrifying as well. Yet I say it doesn't come from the format but more from the kind of terror poor Dick goes through. It was nothing I'd expected, not "normal" insane but desperate insane. (Put rather bluntly in the end: "The sick thing is that these people knew that they were losing their minds and nothing that they could do would help them." BTW, the "and" should be "but" with a comma [or to be really honest, the sentence structure there is just plain kak].)

And a legitimate grammar goof: "anything that the ponies have been saying are true" --> "...have been saying is true".

I'm not gonna try and go into the theme of the story. For one there are some questionable plot bunnies hoppin' around which play out well for the plot itself but leave a hazy mystery hanging over a lot of things. I don't think "Richard is one unlucky Afrikaner" gets anybody very far.

I was waiting for Richie to go completely insane, beyond manically desperate, but I'm glad that didn't happen (as much as I enjoy stuff going more or less like I would've written it).

One last complaint: the final six lines completely break the narrative for some false, self-serving drama.

What's in here is in here and it works well.

[Brimstonne]

Creepy, pah, this barly even caused emotion to register. Play SCP Containment breach during midnight. Then you'll learn what scared means.

[kyle131996]

this was very good i hope to see more like it

[Westphalian_Musketeer]

Daaaayuuumn. Poor sod. Good job on the story. It was worth the time it took to read several times over. I tried reading another journal-style TCB fic (which shall remain unnamed), and it came off as abrasive, contrived, and used only for the purpose of slowing down the narrative while adding nothing to the plot, characterization, or entertainment. It was trying too hard to constantly remind you "Hey! I'm in a unique format! Look at me I'm special!"

But you, good sir, pulled it off well.

[Pearple Prose]

I don't like human fics, but I have to say, this was good.

The journal format was done well. Just the right amount of information was given to the reader to keep them interested, and the descent into madness was very creepy.

I don't really have much to say for any problems I found with it, other than maybe the tone leapt from rather normal to creepy a bit too quickly. I think maybe a couple more entries could have been put in to set up and foreshadow the descent a bit more.

All in all, a very clever and creepy piece, deserving of praise.

[Deathpony]

Well at least Celestia handed those responsible over

[Knight Toland of Astora]

Wait, a TCB story where it's mentioned that Celestia isn't evil
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[ThePinkShadow]

The fact that the people knew they were going crazy but couldn't do anything about it was a sick twist to the plot... I have had a mental breakdown while being totally aware of what is happening so I can honestly say you hit the horror of the situation on the head to a degree I didn't think you would.

I loved this story and the way it was presented so good job

[GIULIO]

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Thanks!

[Katamariguy]

I think the epilogue is a bit vague and leaves me asking what exactly had caused this turn of events.

[GIULIO]

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Well, it was sort of meant to be open to interpretation. Whereas the setup is similar to your average TCB, just without the hidden agenda.

[SlimeKing]

Ladies and gentle men, the only good Conversion Bureau fic.

[GIULIO]

6784419
I'd say that there are a good number of other 'good' TCB stories on this site. Be a little bit more open-minded when searching: you'll find some diamonds in the sea of mediocrity and misanthropy.

[Doctor Fluffy]

6784419
6798342 Concur'd. I've made 5 and the second chapter of one of them made all the readers freak out (in joy) so I gotta be doing something right. [/shameless plug]