At this point, Sunset didn’t even care about the fact that her new acquaintance’s hand felt massive on her shoulder, but it was comforting nonetheless. She took a deep, shaky breath and gently rubbed her hand against the being’s before tucking some stray hair behind her ear.
“I… oh, sweet Celestia, I probably sound insane, but… it look like some kind of… like some giant fucking mutated squirrel looking thing. Like something out of a horror movie!” She said.
“I thought I was gonna die down here, but… I’m just happy to see someone else down here. Thank you…” She trailed off, unsure what to call the new person.
{~🔬 Donnie gives her a gentle smile, chestnut eyes softening even more as her hand starts to gently caress the top of his. As if reaffirming the fact that he is actually there and will protect her. He will definitely do his best to protect her from whatever it is that’s chasing her.
Though his eyes widen just a fraction at the ‘mutated squirrel’ statement. His green skin seems to blanch just a bit. It can’t be…the squirrel-i-noids are still in the sewers?!
Well of course, Mikey just drained them further down (which he hoped would have lead them to the river where they would have drowned).
Shaking out of his thoughts he lets a smile form on his lips once more before and stands to his full height.
“I’m Donatello, but if it’s easier you can call me Donnie. And the mutated squirrel isn’t the most insane thing I’ve heard of or…experienced. But I think I know what will help. J-just follow me. I think I have something that may help.” 🔬~}
Sunset looked up at Donatello as he stood to his full height. Whoa. He was… tall. She stood up next to him and gave him a soft smile as she said. “Well, it’s nice to meet you Donnie. My name is Sunset. Sunset Shimmer. A bit strange, I know but… yep.”
“So… what exactly are these things?” Sunset asked.
Sunset was frozen in terror. Sure, she had anticipated it at some point in her life… but never under these circumstances. No friends, no home, no journal to Twilight to back her up. All she could do was back up in fear as her counterpart glare at her.
She self-consciously covered up her chest as she saw the other Sunset eyeing hers and, finally showing some response, she snapped “Hey! My eyes are up here!“
“Tch. Grow up.“
Though that remark was said with a condescending tone, the fact that they both were the same size didn’t help the intimidation factor. Nonetheless, Sunset soon shook her head.
“Doesn’t seem like you’re one of them, anyhow. But then why–?“
Her gaze wandered, and for a moment, the girl seemed lost in thought. Appearance could be copied: but her voice, too? This was getting comical, but she had to give respect to that kind of dedication.
Eventually, she crossed her arms and wore a fake smile, still noticeably on guard.
“OK, I’ll play your game. Fancy bumping into you by coincidence. What is your name? Actual name. Or… are you going to insist it is actually Sunset Shimmer?“
‘Oh, sweet Celestia, why today of all days?’ Sunset thought to herself as she ran her hands down her face.
“Look, I know what this looks like and how this is gonna sound, but I’ve had a really bad few weeks so far, and since tonight was no exception I really don’t like like sugarcoating it.” She shot a stern gaze at her double as she picked up her guitar, securing it to her back with the backpack like straps that were on the case. She popped her neck once with a slight pained hiss before continuing.
“Yes. My name is Sunset Shimmer. I was born in Canterlot, Equestria in a dimension where I am a small yellow unicorn. I came here through an interdimensional portal which is located in the statue of Canterlot High School. And don’t ask if it works or if you can go through, because it’s currently shut down, so you can’t.”
The Sound of Silence is probably one of my favorite songs ever. When speaking of the “true” Simon and Garfunkel version (as opposed to the version where they added background music to in post to make it more “pop radio”), it’s a song that gives me chills.
Disturbed is not a band that I really enjoy. I remember in college, my (now) wife gave me a copy of a Disturbed CD, because she had two for some reason. I tried to listen to it, I really did. Didn’t do anything for me.
But this? Holy fuck, this is stunning. This is amazing.
This gives me chills.
Holy shit, you have to listen to the whole sing.
I have chills.
Holy SHIT.
This is the band who did “Down With The Sickness”????
UM?????
If you stop before three minutes you’re missing the truly mind-blowing bit
Absolutely beautiful. I had chills.
DUDE!
Ok, it got a reblog out of me there at the end.
Fhdjf DUDE
The vocal range on this guy. THE VOCAL RANGE ON THIS FUCKING GUY.
I fuckin love Disturbed and always loved it when they did covers. This is amazingggg
i fucking love this video and i fucking love david draiman and his voice
I’m speechless.
The best part is, that this isn’t the first time they made an old song, and I don’t use this lightly) theirs (Like Jimmy did with All Along the Watchtower).
The first was Genesis’ Land of Confusion, which somehow managed to be angrier and more powerful than Genesis’ anti-Raegan Era song, catapulting it into a timeless song.
Edit got my 70s-80s supergroup with big names bands mixed up, oiriginal was Yes, not the actual Genesis.
i’m kind of annoyed at the communities belief that dropping threads or liking a starter call and not responded is a terrible thing. like that belief of “oh they didn’t reply to that one starter i wrote one time they’ll never reply to anything why should i even bother”
i don’t support that at all.
so basically, if you don’t mind that your partner may drop threads or not reply/maybe forget to reply to a starter, please reblog this? its so unhealthy for someone like myself who gets afraid to drop threads on the chance that my partners may think i don’t want to write with them, or worse BECAUSE i dropped it they won’t want to write with me.
its a bad cycle to end up hoarding drafts because you’re afraid they’ll be mad at you for dropping it. so if you don’t mind at all and will still continue to want to write with them, reblog this and let your followers know that you are okay with them dropping threads, and you won’t hold it against them.
Sunset sighed as she snapped her guitar case shut. Tonight certainly didn’t go how she had expected. She set the case down on its side and arched her back, popping it loudly as she let out a groan. ‘Getting thrown out of a club will do that to ya,’ she thought to herself.
It wasn’t her fault! The manager stiffed her on the 75 dollars she was supposed to get. When they knocked it down to 30, that’s when Sunset got mad. She may have said a few things and punched… a few people. But she got her 75 dollars. And a lifetime ban from the club.
She was so upset that she didn’t even notice when the girl had bumped into her. She quickly turned around, a snide remark at the ready… but froze when she saw a head of hair… red and gold hair.
Just. Like. Hers.
“Hey, watch it–!“
The bump could have been easily avoided, but Sunset wasn’t one to scoot over the other way for someone that didn’t know their place. In fact, she hadn’t regarded the person with much of a look until now: she had something else in mind entirely.
But now she did look. And Sunset was, perhaps, just as astonished as her double.
The same hair, the same eye and skin color, even the same height. Most that was different between them was the clothing, but this (fake?) Sunset’s fashion sense wasn’t far off from hers either.
The necklace was tacky, and Sunset never did learn to play an instrument, but everything else was in order.
After the freeze, however, Sunset directed a cold, harsh stare towards her double. She looked across the other Sunset’s chest, as if looking for something that wasn’t there. While Sunset did not wear a necklace like this one, she did have a badge on her.
“Hold up. What’s the meaning of this?“
“Is this a prank? Someone’s messing with me?“
Sunset was frozen in terror. Sure, she had anticipated it at some point in her life… but never under these circumstances. No friends, no home, no journal to Twilight to back her up. All she could do was back up in fear as her counterpart glare at her.
She self-consciously covered up her chest as she saw the other Sunset eyeing hers and, finally showing some response, she snapped “Hey! My eyes are up here!"
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