Discord woke up, leaping out of the bed. He hopped over to the large window in his room, opened it, and took a huge whiff. Ahhh. Smells like chaos, brimstone, and misery! Ponies were oh so stupid, so blinded by their hope. They had thought he would be defeated so easily, that he had not thought of some contingency to save himself from the stone. It was all just part of the plan. When he executed the rest of it, the Princesses, Equestria, and all of society fell almost too easily. And the Elements? Those annoying, self righteous, lesson spewing brats were not given that luxury.
For you see, watching order crumble and seeing ponies turn on each other and commit heinous acts, finally revealing their true selves, well, even that got boring occasionally. So what to do when there’s no third rate rebellion to crush and when watching the status quo collapse gets too impersonal? Simple.
You see some friends. The Elements of Harmony, oh how he loathed them so. They were his antithesis, his opposite, so it was only natural to. But those blasted things messed with the natural chaos of things. They imposed order on the weather, on the animals, on every last thing in the world. There was no real conflict, real danger, real tragedy with those things removing the inherent unfairness of life. Discord would be the first to admit he’s done some corrupted things, but really, all of them pale to that perversion.
Anyway, letting those unnatural abominations just die would be letting them off too easy! And when you are a god, you have so many methods to make their lives a living Tartarus. With a snap of his fingers, he teleported to his favorite room, his special place. A flash of white light, and his bedroom was gone, replaced by a white room, filled with the six ponies, and nothing else.
Most ponies would’ve expected some machines. More stretchers, more tools, maybe a big pony with a black mask lurking around. But Discord knew those ponies were fools. For the best torture is not the physical, but the mental. And with a single finger to their heads, he had sent them to the darkest, most fearful places of their minds. Why torture somepony yourself when you can have them do it for you? He surveyed their minds, and delved into the hells they had created for themselves.
Dash was kneeling in misery, crying amidst the bodies of everypony she had left behind in Ponyville to be a Wonderbolt. The ultimate failure of loyalty. Fluttershy watched over and over while her brainwashed self killed her friends in the most awful ways. Combining her hatred of hurting others with the trauma of being forcibly changed. It was quite a beauty. Pinkie was alone, discarded by those she had loved, relegated to being once again only a mere clown. All they did was laugh, over and over at her. Discord joined in on the fun before jumping to Rarity, who was watching all her life’s work collapse in flames, and her reputation ruined by her past. Applejack watched her parents and family die before her eyes, unable to save them no matter what she did. Sometimes, they died because of her. And Twilight was exploding in a burst of uncontrollable magic, taking all of Equestria with her. Ah, childhood trauma. Never fails to deliver.
But as fun as they all were, Fluttershy’s world got him into a morbid mood, and with a snap of his fingers he changed the nightmares. Now, Dash was getting her wings chopped off in the most horrible, agonizing ways. But she did not die. No, much worse. She was allowed to live, live as a cripple, a fake Pegasus. All she was was flying. What was she now, drifting through life?
Fluttershy was falling, just like the day she got her Cutie Mark. She was again forgotten and ignored. Nopony cared to notice her falling to her death. And this time, there were no miraculous butterflies. She crashed, sometimes dying on impact. Mostly, however, she merely broke many bones, and laid there, alone and crying, bleeding to death. Begging for anypony to come and save her. Once her mind went the extra mile, and had all her animal friends devour her carcass. See? Ponies were far more fun than you’d first think.
Pinkie was again discarded, but this time in a much more brutal way. Her friends had suffered her last antic, and began beating her in a fit of annoyed rage. Such an extreme rejection! They had finally seen her for the pathetic, annoying, worthless waste of space she had tried to hide. Her misery was delicious.
Rarity’s was quite similar to Fluttershy’s. She too was falling, this time at the stadium Dash performed her Rainboom. But this did not end with a splat. No, Dash would save her. Only to then demolish her, sometimes physically, sometimes emotionally, for being such a selfish, worthless, cruel witch. Her other friends would follow Dash’s lead, and Rarity would be alone. Nopony wanted to see the works of such an awful pony.
Applejack lived. She lived out her life. She woke up, ate, bucked, sold, bucked, sleeped. Over and over again. Slowly dying inside as she realized she didn’t matter in the slightest. On her deathbed, she would curse the Apple family for burdening her with this life. Then, she’d die, only to wake up and repeat the cycle. Discord quite liked that one. It was artsy.
Twilight, though…. Twilight needed more. with a wicked grin, he placed his finger on her head, and brought her out of her mental hell. Only to bring her to each and every one of her friends’. He watched as she tried and failed to save them, as she puked at their gory remains. And when she had finally finished, he only turned her head to his and whispered “You lost.” He savored the tears, the pained whimper, and the delightfully loud scream before he sent her mind back to where it belonged.
He grinned. And he snapped his fingers once again.
Um. Wow. I’m not sure what else to say than this is dark as hell, and I’m going to need to go back and read some happy pony marriage stories to cleanse my soul. In all seriousness, the individual torments of each pony was well thought of and executed, and Discord was well portrayed here as a proud victor enjoying his spoils. So you did good. I guess. Well done?