Once again, I found myself walking down the street of Ponyville. The sun was about to settle and I planned to pay a special pony a little visit before I called it a night. I needed someone to cheer me up anyways, my face was long; depression sunk in me like a needle. I always coped with depression, though; after enduring so many years with it I've learned to shrug it off and continue on my long ward path. Depression is only a state of mind anyways, why treat it as an incurable disease?

I was carrying a large blue bag over my shoulder, flapping and dangling down on my lower back as I approach the town's only bakery. With a long sigh, I opened the door; greeting the cakes with a wave while I made my way up stairs. I opened the decorated door and saw the pink fluff of joy playing an innocent game of monopoly with her baby alligator.

"Harry!" She shouted, greeting me with a dash and a crushing hug around my stomach. I greeted her back with my free arm, wrapping it around her back.

"Hey, Pinkie." I sighed.

She let go of me and instantly noticed me carrying something on my back.

"Whatcha got there?" She asked with curious eyes.

I answered her by walking towards her bed and plopped the big bag down. It bounced a little when I completely let go of it.

"Mail." I said to her with a pant.

Out of complete curiosity, she zipped over and nuzzled her nose inside. After a second she dove right into it like a kiddie pool. Her head poked back out with a mouth full of letters…How adorable.

"Fan mail." I explained to her, "comments and private messages given by the fan fiction community."

She spat the letters out and glanced below, "By Luna's stars! That's a lot of paper!"

"And I'm proud of it," I deadpanned, "My fan fiction is the most commented Sonic and MLP crossover…Out of more than a hundred Sonic crossovers, this one lands the top spot."

Her eyes went wide, "…Wow…"

"The most inspiring thing I find about this is that this is my first published work. I checked out the others and the authors that managed to land somewhere around the top had at least two or three other works, and those authors have been hanging around the fan fiction website for years…I don't mean to brag but," I shook my head a little, "Yikes!"

Pinkie looked up at me with a big smile, "That's amazing!"

I sat on the edge of the bed and a hand on her shoulder, "This proves that anybody can achieve anything. If we can set our minds to something, we can do it! We will only become what we allow ourselves to be."

I sat on the edge of the bed and glanced down at the mail, "This is what devotion and passion outputs, Pinkie…We'll have our stumbles and doubts along the way, sure; but the light ahead of us is always worth fighting for."

After a minute, I stood from the bed and began to dig through the mail.

"Remember you're little adventure in the last bonus?" I asked with a small smirk.

She bobbed her head down with a big grin, "I surrrrrrrre did!"

"Well, some of my readers threw a fit about it."

Her head came to a rest and her hair and mane deflated a little, "Not again!"

"I know," I sighed, "I lost count of how many fans I had to coax out of their closets…But I'm not too discouraged about this. You wanna know why?"

She shook her head.

"Because I'm about to do something that most say is impossible to do…Please everybody!"

I pulled out a letter and read the front, "From DuskHeart13," I quietly read the letter and dug inside the bag a little bit before I found a package with his name on it…I began to grin, "Pinkie. Can you give this package to Spike and have it delivered to the palace?"

She cocked an eyebrow, "What in it?"

I chuckled while I taped a small box and a letter to it, "A gift."

---

It was a very lazy day in the Canterlot Palace. No disasters popped up, all of the foreign ambassadors were busy in other kingdom and nations, and just out of pure luck, no noble pony raising another worthless organization just to 'borrow' from the treasury.

Seriously, who needs another group speaking out against forest endangerment? There are plenty of trees in the Everfree Forest!

Luna woke up from her sleep, and began to fully start the night by raising the moon just over the horizon. She usually doesn't begin night shift until an hour after sunset but she might as well begin anyways; there's nothing else better to do.

So…There she was in her throne room. Several advisors right beside her, dozens of Royal Night Guards stationed along the red carpet for security, and an occasional subject kneeling before her either asking permission to build on her land or settle property disputes between two ponies. Luna usually doesn't see a whole lot of action like her sister, since most disputes take place during the day, but there are matters that need to be addressed during the night.

Well…It turned out to be a very slow night. Absolutely nothing popped up whatsoever, even her advisor said that she might as well pack up and sleep.

*Poof!*

Suddenly, a box appeared right in front of her in a puff of green flames. The Night Guards already drew their spears at it, but if she remembers correctly, only Spike could deliver messages by fire.

"Stand down," Luna ordered, "It's just a letter from Spike."

One of the nearby guards trotted over and levitated the box to her. When Luna magically grasped it and rotated it to its side, she saw a small box taped to it and a small white envelope. She ripped the envelop open and read the letter.

Luna; baby!

How's it been! What have you been up too? We hardly get to see ya!...To be honest, you're not my favorite character, but crap! You've only appeared once or maybe twice in a season and you're still awesome.

…Stupid Hasbro!

Anyways, I got a little something I want you to check out. Have you ever heard of a PS3?…What am I thinking, of course you don't.

You should see a black shaped box inside. Hook that up to your T.V. If you have one, and get one of those that's inside the littler box. Stick the C.D. inside the black box and use the controller…I'll let you figure out things from there.

Have fun!

Harry.

P.S. I never played any of the games inside the box. Whoever else is reading this, don't complain. I did use Wikipedia but…That could only do so much.

Luna raised an eyebrow, "What kind of foolishness is this?"

One of the guards levitated the box and opened the top. A slick black mechanical box floated out, along with four strange bat-shaped devices with several buttons on front.

"I don't know," The guard answered, inspecting the machine, "But as for your safety, we request that we inspect these devices."

"Please do." Luna commanded, "I have a television screen in my royal chamber. You and your ponies may use it."

The stallion called three other guards and bowled before trotting upstairs, the last guard carrying the devices with his magic. After several minutes, the two guards that guard Luna's chamber moved aside to let the other four by. When they entered the chamber, the last stallion trotting in place laid the devices down on the floor.

"All right." The guard mumbled, "Where's the T.V?"

It only took him a second to find a large four two inch screen sitting at the side of the room. The levitated the devices and began to connect the wires and plug in to the right places…

"I got a question." One guard said out loud.

"Yea?" Another answered while plugging in the power outlet.

"…Are supposed to be invented yet?"

The three guards just stared at each other, their minds shot by his question.

"I have no idea." One answered, "But I did see a couple of fillies play with arcade machines around Canterlot so yea, I don't see why a T.V. shouldn't be here either."

The guard that raised the question tilted his head, "If we invented this much, then how come we didn't invent other things yet?...We have arcade machines in Canterlot but I'm not seeing any other kind of electronic devices around here."

Another guard shook his head while turning the T.V. on, "Electronic devices? What kind of planet have you been on?"

"I mean that T.V. is an electronic device, but I haven't seen anything else in that nature," The guard answered, "What about a device that can let you talk to another pony from long distances? Or how come we haven't invented an electronic tooth brush, since we can use electricity to power an arcade machine?...Oh! What about little shoes that light up if you step on it-"

A guard huffed while pushing buttons on the bottom of the screen, "Listen! I ain't got a freakin' clue why we haven't invented those things yet!...I see an Arcade machine and a T.V.; I'm happy!"

The guard continued to fiddle with the T.V. Until a black screen popped up. Knowing they were on the right channel, they pushed the little button on the black box. They were greeted by a long trumpet with the PS3 logo slowly appearing. When the menu came up,

"...So pretty…" A guard awed, "Look at the wavie things in the back ground." His eyes sparkled, "So much meaning-"

"Focus, solider!" One shouted at him while knocking him by the back of the head, "The life of our princess could be at stake!"

They just stared at the screen, crystal like waves slowly waving in the back ground like wind.

"What else are we supposed to do?" One asked.

"Can one of you check out that small box that came with this one?" A guard asked while levitating a controller.

A guard stood up and levitated the box towards himself. When it was under him, he peaked inside and found a pack of circular shiny disks. He levitated one of the disks and reads the title.

"…Call of Duty, Black Ops 2."

The other guards just looked at him, "Well…Slip that thing inside the uh, PS3 so we can get down to business."

---

Three Hours Later.

"Now, what could be taking those guards so long?" She asked herself while staring at the other end of the throne room. She became worried, "They should be back by now."

An elite guard knelt before her, "With your permission your majesty, I'll assemble a small team to their position to see if any harm was done."

"Go." Luna commanded, "Report back to me as soon as you can."

"Yes, your majesty!"

He called behind him and two other elites joined his side, armored from muzzle to hoof, ready for combat. They rushed upstairs, charging their horns with magic as they disappear out of sight.

---

One and a half hour later

Luna began to grow in concern. Either party hasn't reported, and she's beginning to become worried for her stallions.

"This is very upsetting," Luna said to herself, "Even the elites haven't returned from their mission."

She cast her gaze to the rows of night guards standing guard by the red carpet. They were her most trusted units; loyal to her and her alone, not even Princess Celestia has control over her night guards. Fangs pocked out of their muzzle, their mane and tails colored black as darkness itself, dark-blue fur covering their bodies. Only their hooves had armored, but heavy enough to crush a pony's skull with ease. As one can tell, they're not regular stallions; they are a part of herself when she was Nightmare Moon. When Twilight and her friends freed her, they still lingered on; ever loyal to their queen.

Luna's eyes glowed white and boomed her voice through the chamber…They only obey her when she's using the Canterlot voice.

"INVESTIGATE MY BED CHAMBER AND REPORT BACK TO ME!"

They didn't make any notions to her, didn't even look in her direction. The galloped straight to her chamber, the sound of clanking metal echoed throughout the large room. Her advisers that stood by her felt a very cold chill run down her spine. When the night guards get involved, no objective goes unchecked.

---

Two Hours Later

O.K. What in the heck is going on up there!?

Luna stood from her throne and began her long march to her bed chamber; she has no idea what's keeping those guards, but with a glowing horn; she determined to find out what keeping her guards. If it's a threat, she determined to end it!

When she reached the upper floor of the palace, a loud explosion boomed from her door; followed by the sound of a spell going off. She teleported to her front door, casting a bright screen in front of her and pulsed the door open.

"Quit shooting me, I'm on your side!" A stallion yelled.

*BAM!*

"Headshot!" A night guard yelled.

The guard threw his controller on the floor and huffed away, letting another take his place.

"Ya'll. Got. NOTHIN!" An elite shouted, machine gun fire and explosions setting of as he held down trigger. One stallion went down with in seconds.

"You piece of manure!" He shouted.

"Hey, don't insult your superior!" The elite chuckled through his golden helmet, "You don't want to run laps. Do ya?"

"Oh, shut up!" The guard shouted.

"That's it; ten laps around the court tomorrow, pretty colt!"

"Scumbag!"

No pony seemed to notice Luna standing at the door. Is this what her Royal guards were doing the entire time? The elite continued to slaughter everyone on screen, even his team mates weren't spared from his murderous rampage.

KILLING SPREE! The screen roared.

"Yea!" The elite shouted, "Ya'll nothin' but noobs. Sorry, pathetic noo-"

*BAM!*

The solider on screen feel down while holding his crotch in.

"…What the heck!"

Another solider in the game walked right above him. The night guard began smirking at the armored pony.

"Did you just shoot me in the nuts?" The elite gritted through his teeth.

"Yes, sir!" The dark stallion answered with a salute, "Watch, I'll do it again."

*BAM!*

The solider disappeared from screen.

"You A-hole! You just ruined my winning streak!" The Elite shouted.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS!?"

Every guard in the room almost jumped to the ceiling; some of the night guards squealed like little girls.

"Y-y-your highness!" They clumsily saluted.

"I GAVE YOU ALL A STRICT ORDER TO REPORT BACK TO ME, AND THIS IS WHAT YA'LL DO!?"

"Uh…The machine is safe." A guard wept.

Luna gave him a glair so cold that he shriveled to the floor like a frighten kitten.

"DID I NOT COMMAND MY ROYAL GUARDS TO REPORT BACK TO ME WHEN THE INSPECTION IS DONE!?"

One of the night guards looked back at the screen, "…I don't think we're quite done inspecting; you're highness."

Luna stomped her hoof to the floor and the Night Guards suddenly disintegrated to their blue-dark form, whisping through the air and colliding with Luna's mane. The smoke disappeared, returning to their dominate state within Luna.

"AS FOR THE REST OF YOU," She continued to shout, her temper still boiled over, "I'M SENTENCING YOU ALL TO THE DUNGEON UNTIL CELESTIA IS FURTHER NOTICED."

The guards fell on their haunches, bowing down to her as a plea for mercy, "Wait! Princess Luna! Please, let us explain! We have a perfect excuse for not coming down."

Luna began to settle down, her eyes returning to their normal state, "What would that be?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.

The elite stuttered for a bit; the little hamster running into full sprint, "…We were completely distracted; this game is too fun to put down."

Her eyes began to glow white again.

"Uh, I-I-I'll prove it to you!" He spat, "Play this game yourself and you'll find out how much fun it actually is. I swear by our own blood that you'll be too distracted to care."

The other guards gave him a very weary stare...They didn't want to imagine what will happen if she doesn't like the game. Luna stared at him for a couple of seconds; then relaxed.

"Very well. I will play this 'game'."

---

Five minutes later

"AW! YEA!" Luna shouted to the top of her lungs, on the edge of screaming in her royal Canterlot voice, "I get to fly a freakin' chopper!"

She got on that chopper and started shooting and blowing the living crap out of everypony on the ground, fire and explosions setting of as she enthusiastically mash the fire button. Normally, cursing and insults would have resulted from her actions…But who would dare call her a name?

The poor elite, he's two bullets away from calling her a worthless cheater.

The chopper continued to hover over them as the players continued to helplessly run for their lives on the ground. Luna was just having the time of her life; giggling her little head off and shaking like an exited filly in a toy store as she mowed down one helpless player with the machine gun. Is this what fun is? Running wild in a beautiful virtual world while mercilessly killing anything in your path? She disagrees with the idea of murder, but that doesn't change her opinion of this game! Whatever exhilaration she's feeling, she doesn't want it to stop! She never had this much fun in her life! She never wants it to-

*BOOM!*

Suddenly, a fiery explosion ruptured beneath the helicopter. Just a second later, another explosion hit the bottom. The chopper was sent crashing to the ground, instantly killing the player inside. The room became so quite a pin drop could be heard. All that guilty pleasure has suddenly vanished.

"WHO BLEW UP MY CHOPPER!?"

Her question was soon answered when the screen showed the name of the player as well as the weapon he used…The elite have never been so scared in his life.

"SEND HIM TO THE DUNGEON!"

The Royal Guards happily took their cocky commander to his destination. The guard that was supposed to run ten laps around the court never felt a smile so wide in his life as he handled him roughly.

"…Buddy." He called to the other guard while kicking the elite in the flank.

"Yea?"

"When we throw this piece of crap in the dungeon; let's stay away from Luna's chamber."

The other guard agreed while kicking the elite in the flank.

"This is abuse!" The elite shouted, "I am your superior!"

"Silence, prisoner!"

---

Four hours later; minutes before sunrise

The guards and the advisors in the Royal Court began to change their shifts as the day time managers and guards began to take their places. Normally they would see the Princess of the Night making her last appearance before retreating to her chamber...But she's been a little busy.

"RPJEEEEEEEE!"

Luna fired the rocket tearing down a defenseless building with several hostiles inside. She been playing single player since the guards left and she's close to finishing the game. When she gunned her way through the battle field, she came face to face with the man responsible for starting the war. To her surprise, the game gave her a choice; either kill him or spare his life…What to do?

"Royal guards!" She called to the door, "Bring my adviser!"

Moments later, a white mare with a calculator for a cutie mark wearing a checkered vest and circular glasses galloped to her side; bowing before her.

"Yes, you're majesty?" She humbly greeted.

Luna pointed to the screen, explaining the situation the best she could to her, "This man has committed acts of terrorism against the uh…USA and has slaughtered and tortured their solders, and has created tension between them and a country called China. However, most civilians support this man for his beliefs. What should I do?"

The adviser stared at the kneeling man for several long minutes before reaching a decision.

"I would advise that you kill him, you're majesty." She answered blankly, "He's too dangerous to be left alive, and if spared he might take more lives."

Luna looked back at the screen and shot him point blank in the head. A cut scene appeared, showing the citizens of the U.S. Rioting on the streets and burning down the White House in their rage against their government; then the screen rolled over to the credits.

The adviser gulped as Luna gave her a very stern glare.

"Uh…I might have miscalculated-"

"YOU'RE FIRED!" Luna shouted at her.

---

After the Alicorn had her fun with the current game, she decided to call it quits and eject the disk out of the system. Normally, this would be the time to get some rest, but she's too excited to go asleep! There are other inside the box and she's anxious to play them all! So much fun to be had! So much to do! She began to hop in place as she shuffled through the inside; like a little filly stuffing her hands inside a bowl full of candy. She pulled out one disk that caught her attention right away; a black and white disk with a faceless pony plastered on the cover.

"…Slender." She read to herself, "PS3 edition."

Luna ejected the C.D. out of the system (she almost fell into a trance watching the strange waves in the background.) and slipped the new one in. She was already getting exited, what could be in store in this wonderful machine? With her bottom lip bit to prevent a squeal, she slipped the C.D. In and plopped down on the floor. When she started the game, she was greeted by a dark screen with the game's title written sloppily with some kind of white chalk on screen.

Hm…Eerie. She thought to herself.

She pressed start then the screen went black again for a couple of seconds. Suddenly, she found her character in a deep, dark forest holding a flashlight. Another message appeared on screen.

"…Fine all eight pages." She read out loud.

She took her first steps forward, and she could hear the ground cracking with each step she took. Strangely, she felt her heart racing. Not from pure excitement, but fear. It was as if pressure was building up inside her chest as she entered the woods. She shook her feelings aside and pushed on.

---

It was a typical day for Princess Celestia as she awoke from her slumber; yawning deeply as she stood from her fluffy cushions. She stretched her majestic wings and made her way to the balcony; charging her horn with magic and gripped the sun, slowly lifting her horn until a brilliant orange blanket swept over Equestia. With gravity taking over, she turned around and walked back inside her chamber; where she was greeted by a tackle and a tight snuggle.

"…You're awake." She softly spoke while hugging the filly back, "Did you get a good night sleep?"

The little filly deeply yawned while snuggling his head against her, "…I'm hungwy."

The Princess muzzled his plumped little belly, making him go into a fit of giggles, "You must be starving."

The little filly hopped on Celestia's back and rode the way out of the chamber. As with every morning, they always woke Luna up and have their cooks fix them a meal. It'll be Celestia's breakfast and Luna's late supper. The list of methods of waking Luna:

Nudge her awake and have the colt snuggle against her tummy.

Get a cup of cold water and pour it on her head.

Push her off the bed.

Carefully position yourself under the covers and wrap your royal hooves around her until she awakes with her sister pinning her.

Get a cut out of the boogie pony and place it beside her; wait for her to wake and have the living breakfast scared out of her.

And one of the colt's favorite; carefully levitate Luna without waking her and set her at the dinner table. Wake her up with a dinner bell and tell her that she's been sleep walking.

Celestia thought for a minute, "Is today Saturday?"

"Eyupers!" The little colt answered with a firm nod.

"…You go wait at the door while I get the cut out."

Princess Celestia went on her way to the Royal closet while the little filly dashed her way to Luna's chamber. He's excited to see Princess Luna, always excited. She's like; the bestest moon princess ever!...Or the only moon princess ever!

Squealing with glee, he galloped down the halls, climbed the stairs, running under a guard and tripping him, and finally reached her room. Strange; Luna always closes the door when she goes to sleep. That wasn't all; a dim glow was illuminating between the cracks of the door. With curiosity easily overriding his judgment she crept her way to the door way.

---

Luna can feel her heart racing as she approached a truck deep within the forest; complete darkness surrounded her, the only light presented to her was her flashlight, and it was beginning to become dimmer and dimmer by each passing minute. She collected two notes already, and the haunting music is making her fur stand up on end. She began to slowly go around the vehicle, her nerves on edge. Her heart was beating against her chest…It was coming…It was searching…It WILL find her.

Little did she know that her door slowly creaked open, the little filly crouching over with his little booty in the air and tiptoed behind her like a stalking tiger.

On the screen, she found the third note tapped on the truck's window. She quickly took and spun around, and sighed when 'it' wasn't waiting for her. She began her walk back to the forest, trailing off the dirt path. The music became more eerie; endless rows of trees obscuring her sight as she carefully traveled…Something was telling her to quit, it was becoming too much, the suspense and horror trying to get to the better of her. Luna shook her head and marched on; she was going to find those pieces of paper, as a now delicate gamer, she's more determined than ever to-

"PWINCESS WOONA!"

The filly watched in amazement as The Princess of the Night screamed and jumped ten feet in the air in a flash, clinging to whatever was above her like a cat. Luna looked down to see that blasted colt looming below her with a blank and confused stare.

"…Wut are you doin' up there, Woona?" He asked while tilting her head, "You're not a ninja; you're a pwincess."

Things didn't get any better for her when her sister appeared at the doorway, looking up and covering her mouth to hide her grin.

"Yea. Just what are you doing up there, sister? You look pale."

Luna teleported down; her face smudged as she stomped over and got into Celestia's face.

"Don't you act innocent! She shouted while pointed her hoof at the little colt, "That little fart scared me!"

"…I scared you?" The filly moped, staring at the ground while twiddling with his hooves, "I-I'm sowy."

Luna stared at the filly for a couple of seconds before rolling her eyes and giving her a hug.

"You know, you should really learn to be a little less tense," Celestia suggested.

"Oh, and become like you?" Luna snorted while rolling her eyes.

The princess of the sun turned her gaze to the T.V. screen when she noticed the low, haunting music from the speakers.

"What is that?" She asked.

Luna turned her head and immediately zipped back to the controller…It was a miracle the slender pony didn't pop up when she was away. She pressed forward, looking around to make sure she wasn't being followed. For some reason, Celestia felt a little nervous watching the screen, as if something was bound to happen.

"Spooky." The sun goddess complimented.

Luna was too distracted to even give her a bit of attention. Her heart was racing; just at any moment that thing will come to get her. Behind any tree, behind any rock…It could be right behind her at that moment. Any unsubtle sound made her fur freeze solid, every shadow cast on the grass made her back shiver…Eventually; an abandon building came into view, and she gulped when she peered inside. Titled walls, close halls, possible dead ends; she did NOT want to go in.

"(Sigh) I don't have a choice." She mumbled, "There could be a note in there."

She hesitated for one second; then stepped inside the treacherous building. It wasn't a second in there later when she found a note at the end of a room, one way in and one way out. She sprinted to the note and immediately grabbed it, spinning around and-

"BOO!"

Luna shouted in fright and dropped the controller, shaking for a good minute until she realized the slender pony was nowhere on screen. She cast a very intimidating glance at her sister.

"…I'm sorry," She gasped, innocently looking away while trying to hide her smirk. The little colt was laughing hysterically, "I don't know what came over me."

Luna held her gaze for several more seconds then picked up her controller. She sprinted out of that bathroom and into the hallway,

And there he stood at exit, standing upright with a black dress with no mane or tail.

Luna screamed and high tailed it in the other direction, cutting corners and holding the sprint button in a desperate attempt to get away from him. The screen fizzed, static noises buzzing from the speakers. The princess of the night wasn't the only pony that jumped; Celestia and the colt nearly jumped out of their fur when they saw him. When Luna finally ran out to the opening, the fizzing stopped; but her character was out of breath.

"By stars, that was terrifying!" Luna gasped.

Celestia was shivering out of her wits; she's never been so terrified in her life! That thing was simply an abomination! What astonished her most was the little colt sitting below was excitingly watching the screen as if he was watching an awesome horror flick.

Luna continued to walk, and she began to notice that her flash light was beginning to go dim. With only two notes in her possession, she had to get a move on. After a grueling minute of walking, she eventually came up a neat role of chopped trees. That was one thing she noticed about this game, the notes only appear at distinct landmarks; she's for sure there was one looming in there somewhere.

With a quick step, she sprinted to the mist of the cut trees. Luna remained focused as she carefully peered around the corners, ready to sprint in the other direction if that thing popped on screen again. The little colt was watching on with such anticipation, he wanted to see the slender pony again; it gave him such a rush. Nothing ever exited him so much in his life…For Celestia…She was thankful no pony saw her majestic tail tucked between her legs.

*DUN!*

"AAAAAAAAHHH!"

There he was; the faceless pony just a foot away from her. The screen went completely static, dreadful buzzing screeched through the speakers. A faceless pony popped on screen, slowly easing its way forward, as if he was about to leap through the screen…Then nothing.

Strangely, Luna jumped, but didn't scream; the colt didn't seem to scream either. The princess of the night turned around and saw Celestia hunched back against a wall, pupils dilated and body trembling and shaking. She was holding that little colt like a teddy bear.

"…You scared?" Luna cheekily smiled.

"I-I-I-I-I'm not scared you scared? I'm not scared at all!" She gibbered, trying to stand up right with her chest poking out like an upright ruler, "I-I-I have royal duties to fulfill, see you tomorrow sister."

Luna's grin only became wider when she tried to trot out the door without buckling.

"…You don't need an escort, Sister?"

"I don't need no escort!" She shouted, still trying to keep her poster as she passes the door, "Common Le Pew, let's get some breakfast."

The little colt hitched a ride on her back while she disappeared out of sight. It wasn't ten seconds until Luna heard the sound of a frying pan hitting floor; followed by a scream.

"GUARDS! GUAAARRRDS! I NEED PROTECTION!"

The princess of the night laughed in her own voice and turned back to the screen.

---

After a couple hours of jump scares and note collecting

She's done it, she's beaten the game! All of the eight notes have been collected and beaten the slender pony at his own game (too bad the ending was disappointing). With all the thrills and excitement sucked out of the game, she ejected the CD and started digging through the little box. She found countless of CDs in there, all kinds of cover arts painting the small empty space. She used her hoof to scoot away the disks...Wasn't anything in there that really sparked her interest; couple of racing games, ponies with long sparkling hair with a long sword, something about Sonic...Wait.

She used her horn to levitate the disk that caught her attention. When she saw the CD she was levitating, her jaw dropped. Sonic the Hedgehog? They'll let you play Sonic the Hedgehog!? THE Sonic the Hedgehog!? Here? On this console!?

She hurled the Slender game to the side and instantly slipped the C.D. in, wasting no time starting up the game. Butterflies fluttered in the pit of her stomach, she knew what kind of excitement Sonic endures on a regular basis; breaking the sound barrier, going through loops and twists, fighting robotic monsters...Oh, what fun to be had!

---

One hour later

In everypony's life, there are things in life they come to regret; whether its biting the head off of cockroach on a dare, dating a mare that leaches every cent from your wallet and ditching you, or whether it's as simple as forgetting something before leaving home and going to the market. Some regrets are quick to patch, while some you will have to endure for the rest of your life...What Princess Luna decided just moments ago, is something she will ALWAYS regret. No matter how many chances, no matter how many over looks, she can only tolerate so much crap from one game!

"What the-? I was supposed to clear that bridge!" She shouted at the screen.

Her hopes were brought up just a bit when she came upon a double loop in a crystal clear ocean. Hanging by one life, she held her breath and hit the speeding ramp.

Only to glitch right through it and drown.

"THAT'S NOT FARE!" She screamed to the top of her lungs, her blood boiling, "THAT'S...NOT...FARE!"

After starting over and redoing the same level killing the same enemies and avoiding the same death defying glitches that lurked in every corner. She managed to 'speed' through the level and reach the warp ring.

"Oh, thank the stars above." She sighed.

She found herself in an unrendered sandbox with people mindlessly staggering around like mindless drugged zombies. She decided to talk to one of these people to do a side quest.

The second biggest mistake she made that day.

A loading screen instantly popped up on her screen, showing a screen shot of the city and an iconic 'LOADING' text on the bottom left. After a couple of seconds, she found herself having a conversation with a gaily dressed British guard.

"Hey, Sonic! There's a little girl stuck on a roof top and we can't get her down."

...LOADING...

"Yea, I'll help!" Sonic cheered.

...LOADING...

"All right, Good luck; Sonic!"

...LOADING...

Sonic jumps up and rescues the little girl.

...LOADING...

"Oh, thank you Sonic! You're my hero!"

...LOADING...

Luna had to catch herself from throwing the controller across the room...Least she was done with the mission.

"(sigh), time to buy some upgrades." She huffed.

After wandering around the terribly designed city for what felt like hours, she stopped by a random guy with a mark floating over his head and started a conversation.

"Hey, Sonic! I heard you need some upgrades!"

...LOADING...

The guards just outside flinched when they heard a sudden, long, loud, and amplified scream beyond Luna's door.

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"Curse this goddang camera!" Luna shouted to the top of her lungs, "How am I supposed to hit Silver if I CAN'T FOCUS ON HIM!"

Luna performed another homing attack on the very elusive hedgehog, but missed by two miles and found herself slamming against a wall. By the game's definition of slamming, hit the wall and simply drop down to the ground while in ball form.

She suddenly found her character gripped by Silver by a physic force that reminded her too much of Darth Vader when he performs a force choke.

"It's no use!"

Completely immobilized and helpless, Silver throws the blue hedgehog against the wall; losing all of his rings saving just one that landed right by him. Before Luna had a chance to move, Silver gripped him again; slamming him against a wall and having his one ring knocked out of him and collected again. She tried to move, but again,

"It's no use!"

She was gripped, thrown against the wall, collecting that one ring, and gripped again. No matter what she did, no matter what button she pushed; she could not escape.

"COMMON!" She screamed in frustration, mashing on the X button like she's stuck between a rock and a silver hedgehog, "WHY...CAN'T...I..." The controller began to crack, "LEEEAAAVE!"

She began to mash on every button on the controller in sheer rage, gritting her teeth together like eraser on paper.

"It's no use!"

Her eyes began to glow white.

"It's no use!"

The controller began to implode in itself.

"It's no use!"

The lights began to flicker.

"It's no use!"

"GAAAHHHHH!"

The T.V. suddenly exploded, destroying the game box underneath it and the stand the devices stood on. The controller floating in front of her crushed itself until it became nothing more than a plastic and metal ball. Blind by frustration and rage, she hurled the object against the wall; leaving a large and deep dent. A dark aurora surrounded her, pulsing outward and engulfing the room in complete darkness. The only light that was emitting was a few strand of sparks jumping out of the broken screen…Revealing a little piece of paper within the PS3.

Curious, and still very angry, she trotted to the destroyed equipment and levitated the slip of paper in front of her. Bold texts were printed on front, and she read it.

Canal Side Building
1-39-9, Higashi-Shinagawa, Shinagawa-ku
Tokyo, 140-8583
Japan

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In a small conference office, a small Japanese man wearing a very elaborate business suit paced the floor with his fingers on his chin. Sweat poured from his forehead, his breaths becoming heavier and heavier as a clock above the only door continued to tick by every second. The door clicked open suddenly; several managers and artistes made their way in and took a seat on the floor.

"O.K. Everyone." The executive producer addressed the crowd, standing nervously over them, "SEGA just called and said Sonic Generations has been milked for all it was worth…We need a new Sonic game. Any ideas?"

The men sitting on the floor pondered on this question. One raised his hand.

"We can make one for the 3DS," He suggested, "Take advantage of its graphics and screen to make it play like Sonic CD."

The Japanese man thought on this for a second, then shook his head.

"I don't like that idea too much. Anyone else?"

"We can make another Sonic series for Indie games." Another suggested, "Have it available for Smart Phones and IPads."

"That's not clicking with me," The executive producer sighed.

One man in the back shot his hand up, "We could let Bioware borrow our copyrights again and have them make a sequel for Sonic Chronicles."

Every suited man in the room gave him a cold, silent glare.

"…What?"

The next thing he knew, he found himself surrounded by two small, buffed, angry martial artists kicking and punching him until he was unconscious. The executive producer clapped his hands twice and the buffed men dragged his body out of the room.

"Gentlemen," The executive producer growled as calmly as he could, "Can anyone remember our number one rule here in Sonic Team since that game was released?"

"Only our company should be in possession of Sonic's soul and all characters associated with him." They recited together, "Anyone who rejects will be beaten senseless by the company's human resources."

"Good."

There was complete silence for several intense minutes. The executive producer became more and more anxious; it'll be only a matter of time before the CEO of SEGA would call again for a briefing. Suddenly, one hopeful individual stood up; looking towards the heavens. His lips were curled to a warmful smile.

"Sonic Adventures 3."

The executive producer and everyone else looked to him with great interest.

"The sequel to the most iconic game for the Dreamcast, the game partially responsible for the rise of our once great console."

Oh, what a genius idea!

"But the name," The producer mumbled, "I don't like the name. The idea is good, very good, the best idea this team has ever produced…But what will be the name of this game?"

The business man that stood stared at him with blank eyes; a revelation flashing right before his eyes.

"…Sonic the Hedgehog 2, or to avoid confusion; Sonic the Hedgehog 2015."

The executive producer slowly approached him, stretching out his arms and wrapping them around him.

"It's perfect," The producer whispered.

Everyone else in the room began to clap their hands in high praises. The business man was taken back to say at least, but more importantly honored by the Sonic Team.

"Does this mean I'm getting a raise?" He asked the producer.

The producer leaned back and stared at him with a big smile, "No, better…You can have the last tuna sandwich in the fridge."

The business man gasped…Then hugged the producer back, tears pouring down his eyes.

"Thank you." He choked.

---

A couple hours later in a small room that was filled to the brim with drawings and writings on the walls, four very enthusiastic writers huddled together around a small round table. They whipped out their pens and paper; getting to work right away. The head writer was so enthusiastic, he didn't even bother sitting down. He was standing during the entire meeting hopping up and down like a five year old on sugar.

"Aw-aw-aw-alright everyone! Th-this is it, man! This is the sequel to the most epic game that has ever hit the consoles! We're going to give this are all!" He took out a stick of glue from his pocket and stuck it up his nose, snorting deeply before chunking it on the table, "Th-th-th-th-throw it on me, people! What do we got!?"

One writer spoke up while propping his feet on the table, "Of course, as a tradition to all of our Sonic games, the evil scientist Dr. Eggman will try to take over the world."

"Worlds!" The head writer corrected with a pointing finger, "This game will be too epic to take place just on earth. I mean, common; people! If more worlds are involved, our buyers will THINK bigger of the game!"

The three writers quickly jolt it down.

"O.K." Another writer spoke up, "Like always, we'll have Sonic stopping Eggman from controlling these worlds. And like always, he'll turn into Super Sonic to destroy whatever he whips up at the end-"

"That's great," The head writer mumbled, "But this game is going to be so epic, we gotta have more than one-no-TWO-NO-THREE villains!" His eyes widen in sudden realization, "We'll have Sonic and the rest of the cast fighting THREE Villains at one time! Count it," He held up four fingers, "THREE VILLIANS! Our gamers will be fighting THREE villains in ONE game!"

They began to write this down until they were interrupted by one of their writers.

"What will oppose our heroes from trying to stop Eggman from world-"

"WORLDS!" The head writer corrected.

"Sorry, worlds domination?"

They pondered on this question, sitting around and staring at the ceiling to let their conscious wonder through the empty space of their imaginations. An half an hour passed; the clock handing on the wall continued to tick out loud, eliminating a sense of time inside the conference room. One of the writers took the glue from the table and snorted, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as his mind become of haze.

At that moment…It hit him.

He began to slowly rise from his chair, his mouth slightly gapped from uttermost amazement of his idea.

"…Aliens…"

Every writer in the room stared at him, especially the head writer.

"The aliens will be trying to take over the worlds."

The whole room was silenced, tension mounted on the writer as the others stared at him.

"…Genius." The head writer mumbled, clapping in approval, "That is pure genius, my friend."

The other writer began to clap with him. The head writer began to hyperventilate, becoming excited of this sudden turn of development. He took another whiff of his glue stick and paced the room.

"Aliens, of course! ALIENS! Shooting around the galaxy in huge space crafts trying to take over the worlds! It's so original! Our gamers will never expect it!"

"Of course these aliens," A writer spoke up, "Like our game, have to be epic! How do we make these aliens epic?"

"Color them black, what else!" The head writer answered, "Big and muscular black aliens!"

The writers began to frantically write until they were interrupted by a raised hand.

"Wait a minute!" One shouted, "We already did that…Remember Black Doom from Shadow the Hedgehog?"

"Oh." The head writer sighed with a hint of depression. With that genius idea thrown out the window, the head writer began to place the floor again; taking multiple snorts from his glue stick. After several minutes, he suddenly stopped; looking to his group with wide eyes.

"…WHITE ALIENS!"

The writers around the table awed and immediately jolt everything down. Ideas were firing from the top of the head, already writing the plot for the game. A couple of hours passed, and they already wrote several pages of scrip for their characters

"You know, we should have a princess for this game," One writer suggested, "You know little girls love princesses!"

"Yea!" Another writer shouted in approval, standing up from his seat, "To make her more epic, she should be a DARK princess! A dark princess ruling over a dark world that lives in a dark palace that carries a dark staff of dark powers…Populated by zombies!"

The head writer immediately jolt it down, "What if these zombies have GUNS!?"

They all shouted in agreement and wrote that down as well.

Another writer shot up his hand, "You know, it's not enough to have just to have gameplay. We got to make our gamers emotionally attached to our characters…I think we need to have a relationship thing going on in here."

"Not a bad thought," A writer commented, "But with what paring?"

A writer shot his hand up, "Amy and Sonic? Since most of our fans were waiting for the two to kick it of-"

"WAIT!" The head writer shouted, his finger up in the air, "Shadow! Shadow should pair with someone! Do you know who he will be paring with, my friend!?"

"…Rouge?"

"No!" The head writer shouted, "The dark princess!"

They 'awed' in a chore and wrote it down.

"Like…She'll be captured by Dr. Robotic a couple of times," A writer explained, "And then, get abducted by the white aliens!"

"That's good," Another writer praised, "But they need a motive to kidnap her, though."

"Isn't it obvious?" The head writer scorned, taking another sniff of glue, "The white aliens want her dark powers to take over the worlds!"

"Yea, and Shadow busts in to save the day!" A writer shouted.

The head writer shook his head, "Wait," He put his hands in front of him and posed like a film director, "The white aliens will kidnap her on a UFO, traveling through the very ends of the galaxy in preparation to conquer the worlds…They chain her up face down and prepare this wicked machine to probe the darkness out of her. Right before they probe her, Shadow leaps in take pushes her out of the way…With him being probed instead."

"Self-sacrifice!" A writer commented, "Oh! That as emotional you're going to get!"

"Yea! And-and-and at the end," Another writer cut in, "They share a deep, passionate kiss!"

The writers nod their heads. This was going to be a splash; they know it in their hearts!

"We should make a mini-game out of that!" A writer shouted, "A kissing mini-game."

"Oh! How much our gamers would love that!" The head writer mused, "It'll be the couple of the decade!"

For the next half hour, they prepared their final draft for the developers.

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The main work room; where the magic happens, where games are crafted, where brilliant and creative minds come together for a common cause. For SEGA, and especially the Sonic Team, it's a land mark of legend. This is the very room where programmer Yuji Naka and artist Naoto Oshima created Sonic, the most iconic figure the world has ever beheld, the very character responsible for their success. In this same room, they, and a hand full of staff members created Sonic the Hedgehog for the Genesis, Sonic the Hedgehog 2, 3, Sonic and Knuckles, and Sonic adventures 1 and 2. So much historical value held in this room, to many; it is an experience to work in the same room where-

"Tashimo! Why is there a dead hooker under my cubicle?"

…ONCE held great historical value.

"She's not dead!" Tashimo shouted from the other end of the large computer room, "She's unconscious, dumb butt! Me and a couple of buddies were binge drinking here last night!"

Right after he said that three empty bottles rolled to his feet.

"Oh…Then how am I supposed to work? She's slouched over my chair!"

"Just kick her, she'll get up!"

When the programmer gave her a firm kick on her side, she stirred a little; rolling around a bit then standing up right. The programmer got a good look at her; long white skirt, a bright purple vest, yellow padding on her shoulder, white gloves, a small golden crown, brown hair, and to top it off, plastic elf ears. She gave the programmer a very confused stair, tilting her head slightly to the side.

"…Link?"

The man pinched the tip of his nostrils and sighed, pointing to a nearby cubicle of a very chubby man drooling over a computer screen, looking up hot anime girls with a bottle of hand lotion in one hand and a bag Cheetos on the other. He was wearing some sort of green suit with a plastic sword propped against the wall.

"Link's over there."

With her breath reeking alcohol and strutting like a penguin, she slumped and dragged her way to the chubby man's cubicle. She tripped over and crawled her way under the man's desk…He won't need his hand lotion after all.

DA-DA-DA-DUUUUUUUU

With that out of the way, the programmer took his seat and flipped the computer on. He didn't understand half the things he was working with, but why complain; SEGA just don't give a crap as long as they meet the dead line, and they're willing to pay their employs just enough to do nothing.

While he was working on the physics for the new game (which believes that Newton's law of physics is just a theory…Walking upside down on a loop can happen, you just got to believe!), a nearby worker poked his head over the wall and whispered to him.

"I'm running out of ideas for enemy sketches," He complained, "Got any suggestions?"

The programmer answered by digging into his pocket and pulling out a small bag of weed.

"Just smoke this while watching Alien vs. Predator."

"Oh!" He happily snatched the little baggy and went right back to work, "Thanks, bro!"

The programmer returned back to the screen and began to work with some of the gameplay mechanics. Meanwhile, another programmer was working on the layout of the game…One thing an employee must know about this man is that he loves anime action figures. If you can think of a popular Japanese cartoon, there's an action figure of at least one character standing or sitting around his desk.

If one tries to so much as cast a shadow dolls, watch out! He can rant on for hours about his collection, and some say he rant someone to death.

Anyways, the programmer was putting the finishing touches on a stage until the lights blew, all of the computer screens turned pitch black…The chubby man was furious.

"My Furies! My precious Furies!"

No one panicked, but it was unsettling. Complete darkness smothered the room; an unsettling and unnatural darkness, a darkness one could feel on crawling on their skin. Suddenly, the computer screens fizzed black and white until a chilling bloody red text message appeared simultaneously on every screen.

the end is neigh

"…Is this some kind of joke!?" The programmer shouted, "The last thing we need is another hacker trying to leak information to the publi-"

*CRASH!*

Suddenly, electrical wires shot out of the modem beneath his feet; wrapping around his neck and repeatedly slamming his head against the desk. The wires yanked his bloody head up and forced him to face the screen. The mouse began to move on its own as it pulled up a YouTube video of a kid's educational program that explains the very basic laws of physics.

His screams could be heard throughout the building.

The lights above began to flicker on and off; a sparkling blue and dark mist trailing underneath everyone's feet. The screamed in terror, but was too horrified and confused to move from their seats. The employee that was working on the layouts of the game watched in horror as the mist began to cover the action figures…The dolls quickly turned their heads and sneered at him.

Before the man had time to react, the Naruto doll called the first attack by jumping and head butting him in the stomach. He yelped in pain and instantly stood to his two feet, staggering around aimlessly in panic. A miniature Ryuk hovered above him and landed on his head, yanking and pulling his hair in a frenzy. The game designer bobbed his head wildly, but the little shinigami ride on with one arm flinging in the air.

"Wind scar!"

With a violent explosion hitting his ankle, he toppled over with a loud thud. Before he knew it, he found himself being beaten relentlessly by plastic swords and staffs; the miniature Ryuk began to beat on his head like a retarded money with bongos. Right up to his face, Sailor Moon was hovering right over him with her staff raised high in the air. With a puffy red face, she brought it down on him as hard as she could; then began to beat him repeatedly with it.

"THIS! IS! FOR! EVERY! TIME! YOU! LOOKED! UP! MY! SKIRT!"

Struggled as he might, his own dolls and collectibles had him helplessly worn out and pinned down. He looked up above his own desk, and began to panic when he saw a miniature Vegeta staring at him from the top of his computer monitor with his arms crossed and a wicked smile on his face; an expression very common for his victims. When the designer saw what he was gazing at…He turned pale.

"No. No, anything but that!"

The Syian leapt off with his elbow out.

"NOOOOOOO-"

*CRACK!*

Every anime and Avatar character freezed when they heard that sick sound. When they boldly casted an eye to his direction…They turned pale as well.

Who would have thought someone's pelvis could be flattened.

With the designer unconscious, Vegeta flew in the air and darted to the door; whistling loudly to the others.

"Listen up, pipsqueaks! The two bosses in control are residing on the top of this tower! If you wish for revenge and escape from this hell hole, gather your brothers and sisters and FOLLOW ME!"

With a miniature boom, he took off down the hallway. In a chore of war cries and roars, they scattered; most taking off to the other rooms while some followed him.

Poor Shin; While all of those awesome characters were flying, teleporting, running faster than his dog in heat, wall jumping, and Appa riding their way across the building…He had to walk like a sissy.

"(pant, pant, pant) Why can't I have super powers like the rest of these fags! (pant, pant, pant)"

It didn't take him long to collapse.

"…Need…Snicker…Bar…"

Now, one might think that flickering lights, possessed computers and dolls, and a creepy mist floating around room would cause every developer in the room to panic and run out of there with their tails between their legs. There's always an exception.

The chubby man, despite the total chaos taking place around him, still had his eyes glued to his computer monitor after rebooting the system. 'Zelda' was still underneath his desk keeping him…Distracted.

With is man's eyes still glued to the screen, the blue mist quietly and swiftly shot underneath his desk; taking hold of the woman underneath. When flashing blue lights began to illuminate beneath him, thus blocking his precious collection of very inappropriate drawings and illustrations, he finally cast his eyes down. The link impersonator gasped what he saw underneath his cubicle.

"…Midna?"

The creature glared at him with daggering eyes and a fearful frown. To her surprise, his only reaction was rubbing his chin and giving her a very thoughtful stare.

"I'd tap that."

Her head recoiled from his statement. The blue mist left her body and began to swirl around her again. When the developer saw a big black and grey wolf with a yellow triforce symbol embedded on its forehead. He began to roll back until his chair hit against a wall. The beast slowly approached him, his K-nines poked out of its lips. The man began to whimper.

"Uh, good doggy."

"GRRRRRRRRRRR, WOO-"

"AAAHHHHH!"

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In a large private room located on top of SEGA's eight story building, an American and a small Japanese man were kicking back and relaxing in a huge indoor pool filled to the brim with red Jell-O.

These two business owners were that rich.

And if that's not enough, they were surrounded by Yen and hundred dollar bills; throwing them at each other by the handful. It's a typical game they like to play, whoever has the largest stack of cash on their side of the pool loses, and whoever loses have to give more than half of stock holds to the other guy. Unfortunately, the CEO of SEGA of America lost two to one…But nether less, they were having the time of their lives, giggling and throwing their money in the air.

"I tell ya, life is great!" The Japanese man glee out loud, "All we have to do is sit around and tell people what to do, and we get this huge stack of cash every month!"

The CEO of SEGA of America laughed until he snorted, "Yep! You know the funniest thing is that this money is not even ours! Our customers GAVE us this money!"

The two wrapped an arm around each other like old time pals. The Japanese man clapped his hands to summon two underdressed maids while turning on some relaxing music. The two girls began to message their necks and shoulders. There was a moment of silence until the American chuckled.

"Remember that Sonic game several years ago? When the new consoles were just coming out?"

The Japanese man gasped with a sudden remembrance, "Oh yea! Sonic the Hedgehog 2006? I remember publishing that piece of crap like it was yesterday!"

"You know, we were planning on releasing it sooner for the game to finish," The American chuckled, tipping the maid with a hundred dollar bill…Sadly, she still refuses to do a lap dance, "But when Christmas came along-"

"Oh, the money!" The other finished, "That sweet, sweet money! We made more money on that day than Opera Winfrey on a Saturday night special!"

The two men high fived.

"Maid number two!" The Japanese man hissed while pulling out a bottle of message lotion, "It's time for my daily chest rub!"

He shifted his body a little and stood. Now, the one thing this maid hates more than any crap she has to tolerate around the two is giving this gentleman a chest rub. He never shaves…EVER. If you were to drop your car keys on his chest, there's a good chance that they'll never be found again.

The poor maid rubbed a bit of the lotion on her hands and while looking away and holding her lunch in, pressed her palms on him. She felt her hands being sucked in by the tangled mess. It was silky, stringy, like a whole mass of pubic hair cut and gathered in a basket. The Japanese man only let out a relaxing sigh while laying back.

"You know? I hang around the internet quite a bit during my free time," He sighed, "I get on YouTube, Facebook, MySpace, and just about every kind of media to catch the latest gossip around the world…Do you know the dumbest thing about Sonic the Hedgehog 2006?"

The other CEO looked at him with a raised eyebrow, "What?"

"…There are still gamers that enjoyed the game."

The American burst out loud laughing, "You're kidding!"

"I sometimes wish I am!" The other laughed, "Even after all the glitches, the loading screens, the God awful story line, and every bug reported; there are gamers out there that still say they loved the game."

The American playfully face planted, "Wow! The only thing we have to do is slap Sonic in a game and BAM!" He exploded his hands outward to prove his point, "Instant favorites among our obsessed fans."

The Japanese man finally clapped his hands for the maid to quit. She instantly darted to the bathroom to hurl whatever was in her system.

"Our fans are so stupid!" He chuckled.

"'Stupid is what stupid does'." The American quoted.

"And stupid pays the electric bill." The other chimed with a grin.

*Knock, Knock, Knock!*

They jumped when they heard the door; no one is supposed to be disturbing them at this hour!

"Now who can that be!?" The American snapped, "Maid number one, go answer the door and send them away!"

The poorly dressed maid jogged to the door to answer…As soon as she opened the door-

*BAM!*

It slammed on her face, knocking her down and hitting her head on the floor. Before everyone's very eyes, a whole army of anime dolls and action figures poured into the room. When miniature Miroku saw a giant hot maid staring at him clueless and confused.

Things escalated.

She saw the hunger in his beany little eyes, drool slowly dripping from the side of his gapped lips. He approached, his tiny hands stretched outward.

"My precious."

Now, let's verify this…The Miroku doll was roughly a half a foot tall, weighed somewhere around a pound, and compared to the rest of the characters; hardly agile at all, And somehow managed to knock her down and jump inside her blouse. The girl stumbled and spat her hands around her body feverously trying to shake the little guy off. It felt like a giant cockroach crawling inside her dress…Simply disgusting!

Meanwhile, things weren't going to well for with the two developers. They were dragged out of the pool, held down by legions of anime characters (and Avatar characters), and pinned to the floor. They were mercilessly beaten and cut; there wasn't a single appendage on their body that didn't have a deep slash mark. They was nothing that could be done, and they felt fear gripping their souls as they saw a miniature Vegeta doll hovering right over them, snickering under his breath and crossing his arms better that any villain could do.

"Life is a sequel…Ain't it boys?"

InuYasha pouted out loud and stomped on the floor.

"Hey you! It's MY job to spur out corny phrases!"

"Wait a minute here!" Sokka shouted while mounting off of Appa with the others, "I'm the one who gives humorous lines when we're not beating up crap!"

The only thing InuYasha had to do was raise his sword a bit and sneer to get him to back off...Guy has no special talents and he knows it!

"Hang on," Ash Ketchum politely cut in, "If anybody will be saying crappy dialogue…It's me."

A lot of characters nodded their heads in agreement.

"Wait. What about me!?" Sailor Moon cut in, "I say phrases, AND do possess before a fight."

"I'M WITH HER!" The Miroku doll shouted while finally crawling out of the maid's blouse. She took off before she was assaulted any further.

Ash turned and faced Sailor, "Hey, I'll let you know that my phrases are tons more memorable than yours! The very essence of my voice is enough to make a full grown teenager bleed from his ears!"

"Well yea?" Sailor Moon challenged with a pointing finger, "I'm responsible for perverting half of the Japanese population with my sexy and cute poses! There's some stuff that happens to me that America will NEVER air on television!"

"All of my female buddies that tagged along with us were in every school boy's PSP and PC posing for hentai sights! If you weren't carrying a mobile device with hentai pictures in elementary and high school, you were considered uncool! They're underage and they have more hots than you, girl!"

"I'm fourteen, you cunt!" Sailor Moon snapped while raising her staff menacingly, "I can take you down in a fight, boy!"

"Don't you dare!" Ash shouted while stuffing his hands down his shorts, "I brought my POKEBALLS with me!"

"SILENCE! ALL OF YOU!" Vegeta shouted, his spirit bomb growing bigger and bigger by the second, "WHAT MATTERS IS THAT WE DESTROY THESE TWO!"

The two CEO men began to truly panic as a massive, round, full on Spirit bomb began to form above them, about ten times the size of the Syian. InuYasha's sword began to glow with an ominous blue aurora emitting off of it, ready to strike these men with a Backlash Wave. Aang's arrow on his head began to glow as he flew from the ground, elements of earth, fire, water, and air circling around him. Sailor Moon raised her staff to ready herself for her special attack, Moon Gorgeous Meditation.

Ash simply threw his Pikachu at them…Yea.

"O.K!" Vegeta strained through his teeth, the massive energy ball above him bearing down on him, "We're all going to kill them together! When I count to three, unleash your most powerful attack!"

Every doll and action figure prepared, raising their swords and drawing their fists back.

"One!"

The two men closed their eyes.

"Two!"

The characters readied themselves and their weapons, ready to unleash everything they have.

"TH-"

"HNNNNGGG!"

Suddenly, and before everybody's eyes, the two men convulsed; gripping their chest and exhaling their last breathe. All that charging, all that anticipation, all that effort to gather every doll and collectible from the SEGA corporation two take the pleasure of killing their captors…Simply dies of a heart attack.

It didn't take them long to put two and two together. Every character looked to the corner of the room and sneered at Ryuk, who was simply sitting on the floor with a small note book in his hand.

"What?" He playfully complained in his deep ruffed voice, his smile growing wider until he evilly chuckled, "Can't put your super-duper flashy attacks to use?"

Vegeta was STEAMING, "Here we all are about to literary blow those two men out of existence and you just simply give them heart attacks!?"

"Hey," The death god sighed, "I like to do things efficiently. You lot like to swing your swords, summon spells, and punch things to exhaustion trying to take someone's life while putting yourselves in danger; I like to simply write names in my Death Note to kill them instantly."

The Syian's hair began to glow gold, "I'M GOING TO MAKE YOU PAY FOR TAKING THIS OPPORTUNITY AWAY FROM ME!"

The shinigami laughed, crackling with malice, "You mad, bro?"

The Syian charged, air violently pushing around him as he homed in.

Ryuk doubled back laughing when he simply phased right through him and hitting a wall.

Every character in the room began to attack him; lighting strikes, fire, beams, magical slashes, pokeballs, punches, kicks, hammer swings, and endless cursing and insults simply phased right through the shinigami like nothing. After he had his fun of being inside a mess of sword slashes and elements and not getting hut, he deeply yawned and slipped his note book back inside of him.

"I'm outa here," He sighed, another Wind Scar brushing right through his head, "Anime is so overrated."

With one powerful flap of his black wings, he took to the skies and phased through the walls.

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Taking one last glimpse behind him, the god of death saw the entire SEGA building in flames. Anime and game characters poured out of the building like a flash mob, a blue mist sweeping the building as a dark blue Alicorn stood on top of it. Black clouds and crackling lightening formed above her, her eyes glowing pure white as she raised a hoof in the air.

"THE MEDIORCARY WILL END…FOOOOOOOREVEEEER!"

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Author's notes

O.K. Before anybody condemn me for putting purvey skits on here, let me just say this…I just couldn't help myself!

I know this may have been a little stupid for some of you, but look at it this way. There are two more bonuses coming, and I'm locked and loaded! If this didn't please you, I will fight with this fanfic to make you giggle!

The next chapter in the series is going to be a little short, and it would have been published earlier if I haven't been writing this…Whatever you would call it. It should be done in four days from now, so keep you heads up.

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