"What's going on?" Sweetie Belle asked Scootaloo as she walked up to the large crowd in front of the stage in the center of the Ponyville town square.
"Nirvana's doing something stupid again," Scootaloo said, rolling her eyes.
"Friends!" The black colt with long, straight blonde mane which fell on either sides of his face standing on the platform announced to the crowd.
"We're not your friends!" somepony yelled, throwing a rotting apple at Nirvana.
"Ah, such love. Anyway, I am going to become legendary today, and you lucky foals will be able to see my amazing-"
Another rotten apple pelted Nirvana. "Get on with it already!" yelled Diamond Tiara, the thrower of the apple in question.
"Ah, yes," Nirvana said, wiping the rotten apple juice from his face with a hoof, "I am going to prove where somepony goes when they die."
Everyone stared at Nirvana blankly. What was wrong with him? Surely he didn't mean...
"Yes! I, the poorly looked upon Nirvana will-"
"Come on! We don't have all day!" another pony yelled.
"Here we are now, entertain us!" Snips yelled at the poor blond maned colt up on the stage.
"Ok, lights off, everpony!" Nirvana said. Everypony grumbled. It was late at night. Why would he want them to turn off their lights?
"With the lights off, it's less dangerous," Nirvana explained.
"Well, fine, what are you planning on doing?" Scootaloo yelled at the pony up onstage.
"Well, kill myself, of course," Nirvana said with a touch of insane pride in his voice.
Everypony was silent.
Nirvan used his horn to levitate a needle filled with an odd white substance in it. He pushed the needle into his left front leg and emptied the substance into him.
"I used to take this for a stomach pain, but that's been long gone. I thought I'd try it one last time..." Nirvana trailed off.
"Is he actually going to-" Sweetie Belle whispered in a scared voice, but Scootaloo cut her off.
"Nah, it's just a cry for attention. He always does stupid things like this. PLus, how would he even kill himself?"
As if answering Scootaloo's question, Nirvana levitated a shotgun to his head.
"Woah! Nirvana! You don't need to do this!" Scootaloo yelled. Nirvana cocked the shotgun.
"Nopony would ever miss little 'ol crazy, attention-happy Nirvana, would they?" Nirvana shouted, slightly hysterical, "Nopony cares about me, huh? Maybe you'll miss me when I'm gone!"
"No, don't do it! I'm sure someone will miss you, just not us!" Scootaloo yelled, then realized the way she had worded that sentence.
Nirvana stared at Scootaloo.
"Wrong answer," he whispered, and pulled the trigger.
The bang resonated throughout Ponyville, and all the small foals stared at the now dead Nirvana.
Lights went on throughout all of Ponyville, and ponies started to emerge from their homes.
"What's going on here?" Fluttershy said, being the first one to reach the scene. Then she noticed Nirvana's dead body.
A small shriek escaped Fluttershy's mouth. Quickly, she flew over to Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo.
"What happened? Why didn't you stop him?" she yelled at them, clearly very angry and disturbed by what she just saw.
"W-we couldn't s-stop him... he just..." Sweetie Belle whimpered as she started to cry. She didn't know why she was crying. She had never really known Nirvana, yet for some reason, she felt very disturbed by the recent events. Not just because Nirvana had killed himself in front of them, but because he killed himself at all.
Fluttershy hugged both of the small fillies.
"Well, your friend is in a better place now... who knows, maybe he'll even be able to see Applejack..."
Everything was dark for Nirvana. Black, dark, cold.
Then, a small light shone from the darkness. Slowly emerging from the darkness in front of Nirvana was Princess Celestia.
She did not look happy.
"Nirvana, for killing yourself, I have no choice but to condemn you for your actions."
The Alicorn Princess's horn glowed bright red, and it touched Nirvana's head.
In a flash of green light, Nirvana fell onto something red and very hot. Smoke was filling the air, and sulphur was the dominant smell here.
Nirvana looked around. He was in a huge, vast cave which was filled with lava. The ground was a dull red-black, and radiated a soft light. It burned his hooves as he stood on it.
Nirvana was in Hell.