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      Her reflection gestured at the sheath.     See what they did to us? They all think     we’re sick, and our ‘friends’ in     this world are either part of the same group keeping us imprisoned, or are patients themselves.
    You don’t know that for certain! she growled and resumed her pacing, not meeting her twin’s eyes. We don’t know about Rainbow Dash, or Rarity, or-
    Or Fluttershy? the Twilight in the mirror offered, mocking her with the saccharine sweetness in its tone. Oh, deep down, you know it was Fluttershy she was talking about. Who else could you imagine as the ‘Birdgirl of Broadhoof?’ Don’t try to deny it. Stop deluding yourself that the strangers in this world are just like the friends you knew. Pinkie Pie was crying – crying! – because somehow she thought Applejack was maybe-sorta-possibly calling her a bad pony. Does that sound like the Pinkie Pie we know? She might have her moments of weakness, but she doesn’t break down that easily. Or at least, she doesn’t break down that easily when she isn't a nut-job stuck in an insane asylum.
    She stared at the mirror with disgust. She is not nuts! How dare you say that about our friend!
    Her reflection snorted. Please, you saw her back there. She isn't our Pinkie. She isn't our friend. This Pinkie Pie is damaged. Defective. She broke down like a foal because-
    "Enough!" Twilight shouted as she spun to face the mirror. Her twin recoiled as Twilight slowly advanced on it, the unicorn's visage a seething mask of impossible rage. Her shame and doubt fueled the cataclysmic fire behind her eyes. Rearing up on her hind legs, Twilight planted her forehooves on either side of the mirror and leaned in closer, her reflection staring back dumbly, frozen in shock. "Don't. You. Call. Her. Defective." Each word was spat with venom, her hot breath steaming the glass. “She is not defective! She is not damaged!
    Eventually her twin closed its mouth as it met Twilight’s searing stare. Slowly it leaned in closer, its fear fading away as a smile spread across its face. Emulating Twilight’s stance it reared up and pressed its face against the mirror with a chuckle. Oh, are you angry because I told the uncomfortable truth about our friend? It hurts, giving voice to what you already know but don’t want to believe. It tilted its head as it regarded Twilight with amusement. Or is it something different? Something more... personal?
    “Shut up!” she hissed through a clenched jaw. Her reflection’s smile continued to grow wider, the corners of her mouth tearing apart bloodlessly as it grew too large for Twilight’s face. Her reflection’s features ran like wax, the heat of her hate melting her reflection like a candle in an oven.
    That’s it, isn’t it? it said through a grotesque smile, showing far too many teeth for any normal pony’s mouth. The sadistic glee in its mismatched eyes only grew more pronounced when she didn’t answer. Please, you can’t hide from yourself. We can taste it at the back of your mind. You’re afraid.
    “I am not afraid of you.”
    Oh no, of course not, it said as a skeletal smile stretched from ear to ear, splitting its face in half. You’ve defeated Nightmare Moon, the spirit of disharmony, and King Sombra. You’ve faced dragons and monsters and changeling invasions. You’re a bonafide hero! But everypony has fears and weaknesses. Even the element of magic isn’t immune to doubt and insecurity. I know what you are afraid of. You’re afraid that when you look at Pinkie Pie blubbering like a pathetic filly, you’re looking at reality.
    Her reflection grabbed Twilight by the scruff of her neck and yanked her closer, her head hitting the mirror with a loud smack, followed by the tinkle of shattered glass. Her tormenter was divided into a hundred smaller reflections by the web of fractures, each one leering at her with a dead grin. Twilight’s vision blurred against the sudden burst of pain, but she could still see her many twisted reflections laughing at her. She could hear the voice in her head, its words reaching her through the pain and rage.
    Deep down... you’re afraid that they’re right about yo

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      Her reflection gestured at the sheath.     See what they did to us? They all think     we’re sick, and our ‘friends’ in     this world are either part of the same group keeping us imprisoned, or are patients themselves.
    You don’t know that for certain! she growled and resumed her pacing, not meeting her twin’s eyes. We don’t know about Rainbow Dash, or Rarity, or-
    Or Fluttershy? the Twilight in the mirror offered, mocking her with the saccharine sweetness in its tone. Oh, deep down, you know it was Fluttershy she was talking about. Who else could you imagine as the ‘Birdgirl of Broadhoof?’ Don’t try to deny it. Stop deluding yourself that the strangers in this world are just like the friends you knew. Pinkie Pie was crying – crying! – because somehow she thought Applejack was maybe-sorta-possibly calling her a bad pony. Does that sound like the Pinkie Pie we know? She might have her moments of weakness, but she doesn’t break down that easily. Or at least, she doesn’t break down that easily when she isn't a nut-job stuck in an insane asylum.
    She stared at the mirror with disgust. She is not nuts! How dare you say that about our friend!
    Her reflection snorted. Please, you saw her back there. She isn't our Pinkie. She isn't our friend. This Pinkie Pie is damaged. Defective. She broke down like a foal because-
    "Enough!" Twilight shouted as she spun to face the mirror. Her twin recoiled as Twilight slowly advanced on it, the unicorn's visage a seething mask of impossible rage. Her shame and doubt fueled the cataclysmic fire behind her eyes. Rearing up on her hind legs, Twilight planted her forehooves on either side of the mirror and leaned in closer, her reflection staring back dumbly, frozen in shock. "Don't. You. Call. Her. Defective." Each word was spat with venom, her hot breath steaming the glass. “She is not defective! She is not damaged!
    Eventually her twin closed its mouth as it met Twilight’s searing stare. Slowly it leaned in closer, its fear fading away as a smile spread across its face. Emulating Twilight’s stance it reared up and pressed its face against the mirror with a chuckle. Oh, are you angry because I told the uncomfortable truth about our friend? It hurts, giving voice to what you already know but don’t want to believe. It tilted its head as it regarded Twilight with amusement. Or is it something different? Something more... personal?
    “Shut up!” she hissed through a clenched jaw. Her reflection’s smile continued to grow wider, the corners of her mouth tearing apart bloodlessly as it grew too large for Twilight’s face. Her reflection’s features ran like wax, the heat of her hate melting her reflection like a candle in an oven.
    That’s it, isn’t it? it said through a grotesque smile, showing far too many teeth for any normal pony’s mouth. The sadistic glee in its mismatched eyes only grew more pronounced when she didn’t answer. Please, you can’t hide from yourself. We can taste it at the back of your mind. You’re afraid.
    “I am not afraid of you.”
    Oh no, of course not, it said as a skeletal smile stretched from ear to ear, splitting its face in half. You’ve defeated Nightmare Moon, the spirit of disharmony, and King Sombra. You’ve faced dragons and monsters and changeling invasions. You’re a bonafide hero! But everypony has fears and weaknesses. Even the element of magic isn’t immune to doubt and insecurity. I know what you are afraid of. You’re afraid that when you look at Pinkie Pie blubbering like a pathetic filly, you’re looking at reality.
    Her reflection grabbed Twilight by the scruff of her neck and yanked her closer, her head hitting the mirror with a loud smack, followed by the tinkle of shattered glass. Her tormenter was divided into a hundred smaller reflections by the web of fractures, each one leering at her with a dead grin. Twilight’s vision blurred against the sudden burst of pain, but she could still see her many twisted reflections laughing at her. She could hear the voice in her head, its words reaching her through the pain and rage.
    Deep down... you’re afraid that they’re right about yo