Trevor closed the door behind him, staring at the yellow pegasus laying on the ground.

"Hmm, was I too harsh?" He thought, idly. He then remembered how she almost made him give himself up.

"Yeah, nah, fuck her. Now then, where the fuck am I?"

He looked around, noting how he was in a large hallway, filled with many doors. Each door seemed to lead to either a storage room, or a simple maintenance closet.

"Let's see, how would I go about finding six ... well, five now, very important ponies inside a fuck all huge castle?"

He remembered how the front gates were covered with guards. "Hmm, maybe they'll be behind doors with guards."

Walking down the hallway, a maid pony seemed to rush down the hall. He opened one of the many doors to hide her body, but she seemed to keep on trotting down the hall, paying him no mind.

"Huh, weird." He kept walking. A servant, wearing white, walked by, also paying no attention to him. Trevor got a look at his eyes. They were glazed over.

"What the hell?" Seeing more and more servants and maids, all of them glazed eyed, Trevor was getting really creeped out. "What's wrong with all these ponies?"

He accidentally bumped into one of the maids. She seemed to stare at him, cocking her head sideways contemplatively. She went around him, and continued down the hall.

"This is really fuckin creepy, I'm getting the hell out of here." He went down the rest of the hall, until it come to a crossroads. "Just how big is this damn place? And where the hell are the guards?"

Before he could decide on a path, dozens upon dozens of workers were marching in unison down one of the paths. "This looks important." He said, as they marched on.

"Welp, better go with the flow." He grabbed one of the male workers, and pulled him into one of the closets. He knocked him unconscious, and took his coat, putting it on.

He quickly got into place, and marched with the workers. "I'm probably gonna regret this." He said quietly.

As they continued down many different paths, they suddenly stopped. Trevor almost bumped into the maid in front of him. "Oh, finally. I thought my legs were gonna fall off." Looking past them, He saw a large, purple and white door, with two guards on either side. A moment later, the guards opened the door, and out came a white unicorn, with a purple coiled mane.

"Heh, I was right." He thought to himself.

"Attention, Ladies and Gentlecolts! Please form a line in an orderly fashion in front of me, so I may test to see if you are worthy to be a model for me!"

The ponies quickly formed a line, Trevor was almost exposed.

"Hmm, too tall. Next!"

Trevor took a step. "Okay, how am I gonna do this?"

"I'm not working with any color greens. Next!"

Another step. "I had to leave my weapons back in the closet, or risk getting caught."

"Ooh, a blue. Please step inside, and take a seat on one of the podiums. Next!"

Another step. "Well, there are plenty of pins and needles in a seamstress shop."

"Much too short. Next!"

Another step, he was next in line. "Shit. Okay, I'll just have to wing it."

"White is such a bland color. Next!"

He stood in front the pony, Rarity, he thinks her name is.

"Hmm, well, orange is in this season." She looked down the long line. "I suppose you'll have to do, please take a seat on one of the podiums. Next!"

Trevor, making sure to act like a drone, quickly went inside and sat down. He took a look around the shop. "Okay, pin cushion on the counter in front of me. Nothing but a wall behind me, and two other unoccupied podiums." Another pony, pink in color, walked in, and sat. "Okay, one podium."

While Rarity continued to examine the drones, Trevor was deep in thought. "Fffffffffffuck, I've got nothing. Looks like I'll have to use brute force"

As soon as that thought was over, a purple pony walked in and sat on the podium. He heard Rarity's voice again. "Attention! Their are no more positions available, please continue your duties!" She went back inside, and closed the door behind her.

"Congratulations, you four have been chosen to model for me! Rarity, the most excellent seamstress in all of Canterlot, maybe even Equestria!"

The drones stomped their hooves on the ground, Trevor followed suit.

"Thank you, thank you, you're too kind. Now, could you all please stand up?"

They all stood. Rarity first examined the purple pony, took his measurements, and then jotted down a few ideas into a notebook. She then examined the pink pony, doing the exact same thing. She then went to Trevor.

After drawing a few sketches, she looked back to Trevor, but stopped for a moment. She stood closer to him, examining every detail on his head and face.

'Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.' Trevor started to panic, sweating profusely.

"Idea~!" Rarity, her mood suddenly changing, quickly rummaged through her closet.

"Oh thank god." Trevor silently exhaled.

"Hmm, now where did I put- Ahh, here it is!" Rarity pulled out a simple, light red top hat, and placed it gently upon Trevor's head.

She giggled. "Now you look simply ravishing! It compliments your coat." She left Trevor, and went to the last pony. As she examined him, Trevor noticed himself in a nearby mirror.

"Huh, nice hat."

As she continued to examine the fourth pony, the door to the hallway swung open, and in walked a single guard. Rarity hardly noticed him. "Just one minute darling~"

"Rarity, I'm afraid whatever you're doing needs to wait." He said, somewhat direly. "I have news of utmost importance."

"Oh, if it's truly that important." She dropped her measuring tape, and walked over to him. "Now, what's so important I had to be interrupted?"

"It's of Mistress Fluttershy, madam. I'm afraid the news ... isn't good."

Her eyes went wide. "What's wrong? Is she okay?"

"You ... may need to sit down."

She seemed upset at that. "I am completely fine with standing up! Now, tell me what's happened!"

The guard hesitated for a moment, but he then said, rather bluntly. "She's been murdered, madam."

"...no, no. Oh heavens no!" She started to cry. "H-how? How did this happen!?"

"We don't know. Somehow, an unknown assassin-" He was cut off before he could finish.

"AN UNKNOWN ASSASSIN!? IT'S YOUR JOB TO PROTECT US, YOU INCOMPETENT MORON, AND ALL YOU CAN SAY IS AN 'UNKNOWN ASSASSIN' JUST KILLED MY BEST FRIEND!?" She screamed at the guard, her eyes pouring tears.

The guard didn't say anything, for nothing could justify letting this happen.

"h-how did she die?" She suddenly asked.

The guard was reluctant to tell her. "Are you sure you-?

"YES I'M SURE!" She bawled at him. She took a deep breath. "Please, just tell me."

"It seems her ... her eyes were destroyed, forcibly by her own hoof."

"Oh Celestia." She started to cry again. "W-what do you m-mean 'forcibly'?"

"It seems ... the assassin forced her to place her hoofs in front of her eyes, as he smashed a blunt object against the underside."

Rarity was too stunned to say anything, she just cried her eyes out. Trevor was trying his hardest not to laugh.

"Do the ... do the others know?"

"We've sent guards to their locations, they'll know soon enough."

"Could you ... leave? Please?" She asked, still sobbing.

"Respectfully, Rarity, the assassin is still in the castle. It would be safer if-"

"PLEASE ... just go, I need a moment." She motioned towards the door.

"As you wish. I'll be right outside the door with the other guards." He left, closing the door behind him.

She sniffled, and looked around the shop, noticing the other ponies in the room. Still just as zombie like as they were moments ago.

"You four, leave me. I ... I request peace." She said shakily.

The three drones left her in the shop, leaving Trevor by himself.

"Didn't you hear me? I said leave."

Trevor still stood there, as stoic as a guard.

"LEAVE ME, YOU ... wait a min-" Before she could put two and two together, Trevor suddenly leaped at her, covering her mouth with his hoof. He forced her against the drawer in front of them.

"Shut up or I'll snap your horn off!" He whispered.

Rarity was utterly terrified, too shocked to resist.

"In case you haven't figured it out, I'm the 'unknown assassin'." He chuckled darkly.

Rarity's eyes seemed to widen even more than they already were, as the reality that she could die right now was suddenly known.

"MMMF, HMMMM MMMM!" She tried to scream, but his hoof was too strong.

"Believe me, Rare. You really don't want the guards to come in here. I mean, I'd have to grab the nearest weapon, and look where my other hoof is." He stroked her horn.

Rarity let out an involuntary moan, as her cheeks flustered. "Oh yeah, that's right, you unicorns love this don't you?" Trevor laughed as he stroked faster, her moans getting louder, as she glared at him.

"I bet you think this is leading to something that's considered ... 'wholly unforgivable', aren't you?" He suddenly let go of her horn. "Don't worry, it's not." She seemed somewhat relieved at that.

"It's going to lead somewhere ... much, much worse."

Before Rarity could even consider what, the door swung open, revealing the guard from earlier. "I'm just che-" He froze at the scene in front of him.

"Uh ... hey, wanna get in on this?" Trevor offered.

"GUARDS, GET IN HERE, IT'S THE ASSASSIN!"

"Ah shit, sorry about this." Trevor immediately pulled and pushed with all his strength, and snapped her horn off.

She screamed. She screamed loudly. She was so loud in fact, that the guard in the doorway had to cover his ears. It gave Trevor enough time to take the jagged edge of Rarity's horn to the guards neck. Blood poured on the floor, Rarity still screaming.

The other guards came into the room immediately. The body shocked them, but they still had enough sense to aim their spears. Trevor was surrounded.

"Alright, who wants a turn first?" He taunted.

All four guards were ready to shove their spears into Trevor, effectively killing him. Trevor managed to gather enough strength to hop out of the way, and pounce one of the guards. He forced his helmet off, and stomped as hard as he could. Before one of the guards behind him could stab him, he threw his hat towards the nearest one, blinding him for just a moment, grabbed the dead pony's spear, and stabbed the guard in his neck. Trevor yanked the spear out, and gained some distance between the two guards left.

He stood on his back hooves, and, holding the spear in one hoof, aimed it towards them. With his other hoof, he beckoned them forth.

"Come get some."

Both the guards ran towards him. At the last moment, he rolled towards the left, and ran, spear forwards, to their sides. He stabbed the first, and the second provided enough force for the spear to pierce the first, stabbing him as well. Trevor kept running, until the spear was lodged into the wall. He let go, and they hung on the wall, like dark shish kabob's.

"Huh, that's some strong wood."

He looked towards the shop, noticing Rarity was gone. "Ah hell." He went inside, and immediately noticed a large, white wardrobe.

"Oh Rarity, I know where you are~" He mocked, as he slowly approached the wardrobe.

"You'd better just come out now, and face your punishment."

The wardrobe remained closed.

"Fine, be that way." He opened the wardrobe, only to see emptiness.

"What the-" Before he could finish, he felt a hard smack against his head, and he almost fell unconscious. He managed to turn around, and saw a Rarity with a mannequin stand in her hooves, and a mannequin on the ground. Rarity lifted the stand over her head, and Trevor just barely dodged it, as it swung with a bang against the ground.

Then, Trevor felt it once again.

The burning.

The throbbing pain almost completely dulled, he immediately turned around, and saw Rarity swinging again. It made contact with the side of his face. He barely felt it.

Rarity was shocked. "How-?" Before she could finish, Trevor grabbed her by the neck, and slammed her against the ground, knocking her unconscious.

When she came too, she found herself tied up against the wardrobe, her own fabrics used as makeshift rope. She tried as hard as she could, but she couldn't get loose.

"Ahh, you're finally awake." She heard a voice. She looked around, and saw Trevor, holding her mannequin stand.

Rarity remembered who he was. "You ... YOU HORRID BRUTE! HELP, SOMEPONY HELP!" She screamed, but no body came.

"You can scream all you want, nobody's gonna help you." He said, playing with the pipe in his hooves.

"Why?" She weakly asked. "Why do this, what have I done to you, why Fluttershy?"

"Why?" Trevor said. "WHY!? BECAUSE YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME! MY HOME, MY FRIENDS, MY WHOLE FUCKING PLANET!" He screamed in her face. "YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS, YOU TOOK THE ONLY TWO PEOPLE I CARED ABOUT, AND TURNED THEM INTO YOUR HIDEOUS SELVES! AND THEN YOU TURNED ME! "

"But ... but you're a pony too." She stated the obvious

He grabbed her by the neck again. "DON'T FUCKING CALL ME A PONY, YOU HEAR ME!? MY NAME IS TREVOR PHILLIPS, AND I AM A HUMAN BEING!"

"Ghk, okay." She managed to choke out. Trevor let go of her, and she took a breath.

"How?"

"What did you say?" Trevor put a hoof behind his ear.

"How are you able to do this? The potion should have made you docile."

"You know, I have no idea." He said, laughing. He aimed the stand towards her stomach.

"Wait please, just ... one more question."

"Hmm, fine, but you're only delaying it." He put the stand down.

"If you're going to ... kill the rest of them, please, make it painless."

Trevor's eyes softened, and one side of his mouth turned upwards in smile. He closely approached Rarity's ear, and simply said. "No."

As Rarity watched in horror as he picked up the stand again, she looked into his eyes.

They seemed filled with fire.

Trevor ran, and stabbed her stomach with the mannequin stand. She screamed in agony, as he pushed deeper and deeper. When he was satisfied, he let go. He picked up her horn, and cut the fabrics. She screamed louder as the stand fell, carrying her with it. To Trevor's amazement, the stand didn't pierce through her back, making her look like a gruesome Nightmare Night decoration.

"Hmm, it needs something." Trevor put a hoof to his chin.

"N-no more." Rarity could barely mutter a sound.

"Oh, I know."

He left the shop, and quickly came back, carrying the red hat.

"Their." He said, as he put the hat on her head. "It complements the blood."

And, with that final insult, Rarity passed on.

"Four more."

He turned around, and saw one of the servant ponies, an average, brown earth pony. His eyes were glazed, but they seemed to be fading. When it was gone, he blinked, and looked at his hooves. "I-I'm free." He said, excitedly. "Thank Luna, I'm fr-!" He saw Rarity, impaled and dead, and Trevor, somewhat surprised looking.

"Oh, oh gods." Before he could hurl, Trevor pounced on him, and held Rarity's horn to his neck.

"The fact that you aren't dead right now is because you just said 'Thank Luna I'm free'. Explain."

The pony was shocked, but explained away.

"W-when Celestia started her ... atrocities against the humans, s-some of us started leaving. That's when Rarity made us wear those clothes, they were ... enchanted or something. Pretty soon, we couldn't talk, couldn't really move. We were stuck in our own minds, obeying her orders, and the guards. I guess, when you..." He swallowed "Killed her, the enchantments wore off."

"That doesn't explain how I didn't get all drone like."

"How the hay should I know!? I just work here!" He desperately said. "Maybe you were just strong enough to resist her."

"Yeah, or maybe just angry enough." Trevor muttered.

"What?"

"Uh, nothing." Trevor got off of the pony, and helped him up. "What's your name?"

"Clean Whistle."

"Well Clean Whistle, you have two choices here. One, you can gather the others, and leave this castle. Two, you can gather them, and help me kill Celestia."

"W-what? How are you going to kill what's basically a god?"

"Even gods are things that are alive, and like all alive things, they can die sooner than they should."

"But how?"

Trevor smiled. "You just leave that to me. Now, will you help me?"

Clean swallowed. "I-I guess."

"Great. Whoever you find, tell them to meet 'the pony who freed them' in that hallway with all the doors that lead to storage rooms. You know what I'm talking about?"

"Sorta, you mean the one that leads to the pens?"

Trevor chuckled. "Yeah, that one."

"Okay, I'm going." He quickly left.

A while later, Trevor found himself surrounded by maids and servants. All of them confused, but happy that no one was controlling them anymore. Trevor pulled out one of the boxes in the storage rooms, and stood on it.

"ATTENTION EVERYONE!"

They all stopped talking, as Trevor's voice boomed.

"Are you tired of the tyranny of Celestia?" Some murmurs ran through the crowd.

"Celestia, who, with Rarity's help, controlled all of you?" The murmurs rose in volume.

"Celestia, who committed atrocities against the humans, against my own people!" Some 'yeah!'s were heard.

"Wait, you were a human?" Someone shouted.

"I still am. The potion only did half the job. Deep inside, I'm still what makes me, me. And do you want it to happen again!? To another species!?" Loud 'no's were said.

"Do you still want Celestia to be your ruler for one moment longer!?"

"NO!" They all shouted.

"Then help me! Fight along side me, leave this castle to recruit others. With your help, Celestia will fall this very day!"

"YEAH!" They started to celebrate the new revolution, but somepony, a maid, shouted. "But what about the Elements of Harmony?"

"The Elements are no longer of Harmony, they are of Tyranny, following Celestia as vicious dogs. Two have already fallen, leave the rest to me, I will handle them personally."

"So, will you help me!?"

"YEAH!"

Trevor smiled, he always did have a way with words. As certain ponies began to leave, others stayed behind, wanting to fight.

"What do you want us to do?" One of them shouted

"Inside that closet." He pointed. "You will find an unconscious pony, and a large number of spears, take them. BUT DON'T TOUCH THE AX!" He shouted. "You will find other weapons in front of Rarity's shop. Also, is there anyone among you named 'Clean Whistle'?"

"Over here!" he shouted, raising a hoof.

Trevor leaped off the box, whistling an old song he once heard on the radio, the other ponies gathering the weapons. "I'll need your help."

"What do you need?" He said, still somewhat nervous.

"Can you tell me where Pinkie Pie is?"

Author's Notes:

>Inb4 'Just where the hell is this story going, author?'

Listen, I know Trevor took on the fuckin military in one of the rampages, but he did it with a grenade launcher. All he has here are spears and medieval crossbows. He's gonna need some help.

Also, Bored of You is a great punk song.