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Cosmic Turnabout.
 
Looks like the tables have truly turned. And Cosmos finds herself in quite the predicament.
 
Cosmos: Im not stuck in here with you – youre stuck in here with me! ”I will rip. And I will Tear! Untill you are done! Its only a matter of time! Youre a mortal. No mere mortal can hold all that power!”
 
 
Flutter-Finity: ”I like to let her thing she has a fighting chance. It keeps he bussy. Keeps her from noticing how trapped she is.”
 
 
ps: someone tell me if this image can count as safe of semi-grimdark - with that blodless cutting in half.
 

 
As flutter-finity was settling into her new divine role, and looking for a way to use her infinite powers to end this madness. One soul in the universe cried out against the prospect, for Cosmos did not want the madness to end.
 
 
She was the once and future Cosmos. She was the one whose will was law. And that this impostor was playing with her Goodhood was but a temporary setback.
 
 
She had become infinity before, and would be again. It was only a matter of time!
 
 
Cosmos struggled against the impostor. Try as she might, she was stuck inside this farce of a reality! Like an angry tumor insode a body, a cancer festering uppon reality. And as cancer, she would be able to do the most damage! For cosmos was not stuck in this reality. This reality was stuck in here with her!
 
 
And for that, it would pay! That this inpostor was wearing the shroud of her infinity was an affront that Cosmos would not stand for. She would punish this mortal. And the punishment would be death! She had made the mistake of absorbing the husband stealer once once! She would not repeat that mistake. No more prancing around trying to break her mind. Now she would just be broken! Destroyed, annihilated!
 
 
if this impostor was reality - then cosmos would destroy reality! Piece by piece, until nothing remained!
 
 
She ripped and she teared through legions of fluttershy. More and more fell before her as she tore through the hordes of cutesy wootsy.
 
 
For a moment, Cosmos felt like she was in a self made heaven. Where she could kill the impostor indefinetly.
 
 
She reveled in all the pain, and all the suffering that she could cause the impostor. It would be far too much for any mortal mind to bear.
 
 
And a mortal, that was all she was. She could not handle the power of such infinite chaos. She would be stuck, overwhelmed in her state as this putrid existence
 
 
And in the meantime. Cosmos would kill her from inside! Piece by piece. Untill she had built a mountain of corpses that she would use as a stepping stone into the heavens, and munder the very stars. No matter how long it took - how many infinite eons - No matter how long an ethernity – Cosmos would destroy all of this reality. And she had an ethernity of hatred to take out on this putrid impostor!
 
 
But as the years dragged on and on. She noticed that her process was null and void.
 
 
This universe was not yielding like the last. All the pain she was causing should have left the inifnity paralized. There was no way that a galaxy sized genozide would go unnoticed to a mortal mind. The reality rending wounds that she sliced through space should have cripled it. All the colective suffering and torment that she caused this reality would have destoryed it!
 
But someting was wrong. No matter how manny planets she slaughtered. How many stars she sundered, or how manny galaxies she rendered. Still – the universe was fighting her. And she noticed that it was not of her own design. How was this possible? It should not be possible for that impostor to focus through all the overwhelming power and pain. Her puny mind should have already broken from the galaxy sized carnage.
 
 
But as the slaughter whent on and on – Cosmos noticed, that by now, she should already have reached infinitys end. By now, she would already have absorbed the old universe. And yet still – There was only more!
 
 
Because this universe had a mind of its own. And its will was law. Cosmos should have realized, but she refused to realize, that it was by the impostors will, that her work would neve be done!