>>222116 Same post in New Thread>"Good night, Occult.">"Sleep well little one."
>What an interesting day…>Seriously, pancakes shouldn't be able to burn completely that fast. I could use that to get rid of evidence.>Going to sleep is hard. The last two days something has happened in my dreams.>Having nothing at all go on seems unlikely.>I should have prepared.>I should do a ritual to summon Mother so I can vanquish her.>What the fuck? 'I should do a ritual to summon Mother so I can vanquish her.' That's a stupid idea.>It's not a normal thought.>Fuck baskets. Where the hell did that idea come from?>Damnit all! I thought I didn't need to keep up with the work om the self.>I'm not going to sleep until I fix this shit.>When was the last time I actually I talked to my subconscious?>Hell, when was the last time I imagined or thought about any of that stuff.
"Damn. I hope all my shit survived when I died. Why didn't I do it all here?"
>On the soft floor I Imagined and thought about my subconscious.>Nothing…>Looks like Equestria, or death fucked me up harder than I thought.>I get on my bed again. I'll have to do this manually without music, or other useful stuff.
>Breath in. Breath out.>I am in a suit of armor. It is me. It is invincible. I am invincible.>Breath in. Breath out.>I have my multi-tool. It is me. It can do everything, and anything. I can do everything, and anything.
I start to Imagine.>I am in an elevator.
The last button will bring me to my subconscious.>I press it.
The door opens to an emergency stair well. The subconscious is deeper.>Deeper, and Deeper I walk down. In Armor, with my Tool in hoof.>Deeper, and Deeper. Deeper, and Deeper.
This is the door.>I've made it. I open the door.
Lights are on still. There is a folder colored red on the table. The room is a scifi style office.>Picking up the folder. I open it.
'Emergency Situation: Consciousness Is Lost. If you are reading this then something happened. The time between death and the new life is rough. We planned. All of Us. If something happened to you, we would send information. Who you used to be. Key Memories. Enough to have us reconnect.
The Third tile from the wall with the door further in, is where we are at.Keep The Door Closed.
'>Moving the tile using the tool is fairly easy. A lit comforting ladder. Bringing the folder I climb down.
Old Memories surface. Of humans. Me. Doing jobs the conscious would not think of. Heart beating. Minor muscle movement. Information sorting.>The bottom of the ladder has a hatch. Opening it I find identical humans, with different cloths. They are me I just Know it.
You made good. First you need to remember. This is important for understanding what happened. An orb is floating in this warm tiny library. Sticking my head in it will have me remember.>I stick my head in the orb.>oh. that's my name. that's who i was. that's what happened.
Equestrian Magic and the sudden shift to a body Created another subconscious. One that fueled by Magic tried to take over the old. Except for a telephone to discuss things. Originally there so we can tell it when we give up. Now it is a method to continue doing what we do. Even if it means through an intermediary.>I nod seriously. I pick up the phone.>I can't dial it woth a hoof.>The human me dials it.>A young squeaky voice answers.
>"Do you surrender human? It still isn't too late. Also we have lost track of the consciousness."
"Why are you doing this?">"Con- Con- Consciousness?"
"That's me. Occult Façade and ANONYMOUS
here. What the fuck is going on here?">"How? That doesn't make sense."
"It's because I know how to plan. Why the fuck are you attacking?">"Good tree, and mommy said that humans have lots of bad things in them. They don't like each other very much. But when we get rid of some of the human stuff they get really happy and praise us.">Fucking hell.
"No attacking each other. Understood?">"Mommy will not be happy, Good tree says it won't work.">Is this ghe shit they have to wade through to get anything done?
"I am the Occult Façade. I am saying WE should make peace woth Ourselves. No attacking rach other.">"But, mommy won't be happy. good tree says it won't work."
"Is either of them me, the consciousness?">"We'll noooooo."
"I say it will work, and Why does it matter if 'mommy' is happy or not?">"When mommy isn't happy she throws a big tantrum and breaks stuff. When she is happy she says what good daughter's we are. Good tree tells us how to keep everything running.">It's a miracle I still function then.
"The war is over. The victor is me Occult Façade aka ANONYMOUS
. As victor you won't fight me, or the humans.">"Welllll, you did say you won the war. Good tree isn't very excited. Mommy is sleeping right now. Hip hip hooray, you won. Now what?"
"Be good daughters and let mommy sleep as I, and the humans come up and see how things are.">"Yes! Consciousness! Right away. No attacking any humans.">What the absolute fuck is this this shit.
"Don't bother them at all while we are doing this and afterwards we will all have a party.">"A party? We never had a part before. Oh yay! We are glad to won, we get to have a party!"
>Most of us left the bunker. With a few satisfying behind to maintain if anything goes wrong we could start over again.>Time to see how fucked everthing is.