A Bad Beginning, A Good End Bonus Chapter 2, a my little pony fanfic

Bonus Chapter 2: A Letter

In other news, I wrote a second story, same name A bad beginning, a good end 2, that follows the same idea, it was going to be the Sequel but...I decided to do that instead, so as of now, there is NO SEQUEL for this story. And I don't think I can make one for this story, I just, need suggestions, and feedback, and the only feed back I got was about starting a new paragraph.

Could you please PM me, or Review it, to let me know of suggestions, or ideas, or what you'd like to see in a story, or maybe what it should be about, or heck, you could even ask me to write one about your oc.

It's so hard for me to think of what to write on my own, it's a miracle I didn't screw this story up. So please, if you have a suggestion, or an idea for a story, PM me, and I'll, a 95% chance, do it. (Unless you want to write like a clopfiction, then it's not happening, nothing against cloppers, I just don't want to write stuff like that.)

I'm going to put this out here, right now, there is a possibility of me continuing this story, I mean...it's absolutely mind blowing on how many of you liked it...

It's absolutely incredible to see how many of you appreciated it, and enjoyed it, and just...Wow, Thank you, to those who have read it, who are reading it, and who will read it in the future.

Believe it or not, seeing this story get this many views, has made me think about becoming an actual writer, so I, Mac, give you my most sincere thank you I can. And if you think this story is awesome, or good enough to spread it, that would be even more awesome, but that's optional.

So yeah, thank you all 710 for reading my story, and thank you, the many more who hopefully will read it. And not just a thank you to them, I thank you, the reader who is reading this RIGHT NOW, Thank you, very much, for reading all the way down here, for taking the time out of your day, and finding my story worthy enough. Just...Thank you so much.

Disclaimer would normally go here, but since you have seen them for I don't know how many chapters, I will taint your eyes with it any longer.

Klaus was sitting on the couch, bored, now that Spike was actually going to school, him being a filly an' all, and Twilight doing princess things, he was left to manage the library, which he didn't mind, except for the fact that he was there alone, with nothing to do.

A knock came on the door, he jumped from his seat, ecstatic that somepony was actually visiting it, he started to run to the door, but slowed his pace once he reached it, he then cleared his throut, and opend the door, "Welcome to the Golden Oaks Library, how can I help you?"

But once he took a second gander, he sighed, "Sorry Ditzy," He said, Ditzy Doo simply giggled a little, "Somepony is bored," "You have no idea, no Frauline Sparkle, or Spike, the day is as boring as watching grass grow," He finished, Ditzy simply stood there, "I...see, well, Mr. Klaus, I got a letter here for you."

She hoofed him the letter, "Tha-" She was already gone, he looked around, "Huh, must have been behind schedule," He shut the door, and walked back to the couch, plopping down on it, with a sigh, "I wonder who'd have a letter for me...Maybe it's Shishka."

That sparked him to open it, and so he did, with a 'pop' of the letter coming open, he pulled out the letter, but it was not from Shishka...He stared at it in horror, he couldn't figure it out, it was impossible, how could this have gotten there.

The letter read: To those of the Reich, we regret to inform you that you must pull back immediatly to Berlin, as a final stand, the Fuher is currently too busy to give orders himself. The American, English, and Russian army have broken through all of our lines of defense, this IS THE LAST LINE. On a side note, Klaus, a twenty one year old Submachine Gunner, was marked KIA, you are to stop sending search parties to save resources, he will be missed. Brothers, this may be the end...

Signed, August 15, 1945,

Hermann Wilhelm Göring, Reichmarschell.

Klaus merely stared at the letter, not knowing how to react, he read it over, and over, and over, and over, and over again, but he just couldn't get the fact that it was ending, he couldn't put that in his mind, the thought of the very war he despised, ending, was incomprehensible.

But there it was, a letter, "Wait," He looked at the date once more, "August...15th, 19..." He trailed off, "1945?" He repeated aloud, "That's impossible...I haven't been here for three years...have I?" He looked at a nearby calendar, and looked closely at the year, it was still the same year that he arrived.

"There is no way, I've been here for three years, I get the August part but, three years? Is...time faster here?" He went on a tangent only to himself, "But why would this...Wretched letter-" He then realised something, there was always a saying about letters, and finding their way to the people they were addressed to.

"It reached me simply because that was it's purpose? Because the universe still thinks I'm with the Reich?" He wondered, "I'd surely hope not to be thought of as a murdering animalistic brutet..." He was officially pacing now, trying to ponder how this letter was possible, and why it went to him.

"Maybe it came here, simply to tell me I can go home?" He shook his head, "No, I already went through some insane fusion with every other Klaus in existance, which was actually very small compared to how many I though there'd be, to go back to that...Celestia forsaken...Monster."

He then took the letter, and had full intention of tearing it in half, but then he stopped, "No...No, I won't tear you up," He said smiling, "Oh no letter, I won't tear you up at all, I'm going to put you on my wall, just knowing that it all came apart on them gives me the upmost joy."

He then took a deep breath, "Thank you, whoever the being I should believe in is, that this happend, and not only just happend, but happend to them, the most egotistical, rotten snakes to ever slither from the depths of hell."

He finished the very awkward prayer, and then started walking to the kitchen, "I wonder if we have any fine wine...Such news can't be without celebration!"

The End...For Now...

You=ideas=suggestions=Writer, what I'm saying is that your ideas, and suggestions matter, don't think they're insignifgant, if you have an idea, and you want to share it with me, share it, I'm not going to turn it down (unless it's sexual)