Cadance looked out at the Equestrian landscape.

Today was a normal day, bright and sunny with bustling towns and chirping birds, all the things that Equestria did on a normal day.

But today just didn’t feel normal for Cadance, something was going to happen today, something big.

She had been staring in the same direction since 9AM, it was now 3PM.

“Honey, are you alright, you haven’t spoke in hours.” Shining Armor said suddenly, looking up from shining his armor to address his wife.

“Do you ever get that feeling that today is going to be big, and something important is going to happen?” Cadance asked, not looking away from her view of the landscape.

“Yes, once, when Nightmare Moon was released again, I had left my position an hour early, telling everypony that something was going to happen, and then it did. Candy, if there’s something wrong, you have to tell me.” the knight pleaded, unhappy to see his wife this emotionless-looking.

Cadance sighed, looking to the north, waiting for a sign.

Waiting for the aurora.

Rather, what she got was a ripple, a ripple in space, followed by a black splotch, then nothing.

“Something just happened, Shiny come on, we have to investigate.” the pretty pink princess commanded, taking her husband’s helmet and putting it on his head for him.

“Alright, I’ll be right behind you.” with a flash of teleportation, Shining was clad in his full battle-gear, including a mythril halberd with a fire-magic gem in it.

Making their way to the train station, the couple hoped for the best, and prepared for the worst.

Michael the Guide, a man of infinite wisdom and patience, was now running from a group of zombies wanting to eat his face.

“TrollzPen0r1337, SAVE ME!” he shouted to the player while trying- and failing - to jump up the wall.

He got no response.

TrollzPen0r1337 had just finished creating his 100th penis statue, the one that Michael was now trapped in front of.

“Come onnnn, come onnnnnnnnn~” Michael looked around, banging his fists on the side of the statue, getting no response.

The zombies caught up to him.

Suddenly, a blade of black smoke appeared in front of him, shooting forth and cutting all of the zombies in half.

“What was that?” he pondered, before shaking his head and looking at the statue again.

A lever was mounted on the wall of the statue, right above his head.

Tentatively flicking it, the wall, which was made of Activated Blocks, disappeared in puffs of smoke, revealing that there were several zombies inside the statue’s lower region.

“Nonononononononononono.” Michael turned tail and ran, the dark of the night seeming even darker, if that was possible.

“End that which breathes,
And that which does not.

Let all before me.
Writhe and Rot!” a sinister sounding voice chanted, followed by the sounds of grinding knives.

Michael stopped dead in his tracks, looking back and finding the flayed remains of the zombies.

“I… I don’t understand, what was tha-” a sound like a loud sigh filled the vicinity, revealing a shadowy figure.

“Hehehehehehe, yesssss~” it turned to him, “You are the one of wisdom, correct?” it asked.

Michael backed away slowly, his Guide powers filling his mind with information on this creature.

King Sombra, an evil tyrant with shadow powers, wants to rule the Crystal Kingdom, needs six beings to counter the efforts of six others that wish to keep him from this goal.

Has enough power to kill you in half a second.

“Yes, yes I am, you are King Sombra, what do you want from me?”

“I am sure that you are aware of why I am here, wise one?”

“Yes, you want me to help you take over the Crystal Kingdom.”

“Correct. You have a great potential, Michael.”

“You have a great right to kiss my ass.” He’d never been so bold before, but realizing that, as an NPC, he could basically come back to life for free gave him hope.

“I would stay my tongue if I were you. Listen, take this, it will help you distract those pesky heroines.” Sombra levitated out a set of books.

Michael, being the Guide, knew these books by magically-gained memory, Demon Scythe, Necrotic Missile, Crystal Storm, Golden Flame, each one had great power, and to hold them would mean that he would have that power.

“But I am not a player, I cannot wield items.”

“I decree that you are.” Sombra’s title held some authority here, as did the power of his extensive abilities in magic.

*Michael the Guide has joined the game.*

“So, I am now a player?”

“Yes, it’s that simple, but for doing this for you, I need you to do this for me, I will send you to a place close to the Crystal Kingdom, from there it should be easy to find.”

“Alright, how will you get me there, will it be a Magic Mirror?”

Sombra grinned evilly, reaching into his cape and pulling out a pair of identical plushies, both of them were Guide Voodoo Dolls.

He put one into Michael’s inventory, then took the other in his telekinesis.

The infinitely wise man floated a few feet into the air, his arms and legs were spread out, his head held to look at Sombra directly.

One by one, his shoulders and hips snapped, leaving him paralyzed in pain, then finally his head was held tight.

“You’ll respawn soon.” the dark king assured in a wicked tone, snapping the neck of the doll.

For Michael, all he could see was a blank red screen with brighter red letters reading

You were slain.

Michael the Guide has left the game.

“In the future, nobody will drop the bass.”
“No one will do the Harlem Shake.”
“No one will know bitches love the cake.”

“There will be no internet friends.”
“There will be no antidote."
“The human race will be extinct.”

...

“Say hello to the robots!”

A young man bopped his head to the beat of the song, EDM Death Machine, by Knife Party.

He was a portly man, standing about 6’1" tall. He had brown curly hair and hazel eyes that were slightly hidden by a pair of glasses.

And he was trying to make the best of a recent earthquake that just ruined his Los Angeles home.

“David, stop listening to music, and help us!”

David rolled his eyes, took out his earbuds, and grabbed his phone, wallet, iPod Touch and tablet, and listened to his step-dad.

“Yeah, sure Mike.” David grabbed a box full of relief supplies and hefted it to the nearby college campus, where other people had gathered to feel safe, and some would no-doubt be feverishly studying out of a desperate fear of dying stupid.

“Earthquakes, pretty crappy, am I right?”

“Just be glad we prepared.”

“Yeah.” David looked down at his red shirt with the yellow hammer and sickle on it, and green jeans, and wondered how he didn’t get them stained yet.

Doesn’t matter, he’d continued, doing his job for the community.

“Avoid-”

“The cracks, yes, I can see them clearly.” David said as he stepped over a few of them.

Unfortunately, an aftershock struck when David had one foot in the air, causing him to lose his balance and fall down a manhole.

“David!”

Thankfully, the fall wasn’t that great, but David would be sore for a few hours.

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah, I am, just fell on my ass, Mike!”

“Stay there, I’ll get help.” Mike ran off, trying to get what he needed to pull the unfit man out of the hole.

“Man...” David looked around the dark hole, and scoffed. He sat down slowly, to adjust to the pain, and grunted.

And then, there was even more darkness, it was so dark that it seemed like it was night.

“Wait, wasn’t it 11AM?”

A shadowy figure snuck up on him, and placed an ice-cold hoof on David’s shoulder. David flinched and fell down.

'You, you are a selfless being of tenacity, are you not?'

“...The fuck does tenacity mean? And who the hell are you?”

Sombra performed a mental-message spell to imitate that Michael guy’s auto-knowledge gaining powers.

King Sombra, I’m the evil tyrant of shadows, I want to rule the Crystal Kingdom, but I need six beings to counter the efforts of six others that wish to keep me from this goal.

On an unrelated note, I have enough power to kill you in half a second.

David, naturally, decided what was best for him, follow the monster thing and do what he wants, or else get a painful, if brief death.

'So, will you accept?'

“Hold on, what’s in it for me?”

Sombra deadpanned, and physically appeared in front of the young man.

“What do you wish, selfless one? I can give you any material possession.”

David thought about it, and smirked.

“An iPod Touch with unlimited music and power supply, perfect sync wireless headphones that never run out of juice, a Colt Python revolver with several rounds of .38 caliber rounds, as much as I can carry, no wait, two Colts! And an AN-94 with as much ammo as I can carry, I want to shoot that damn thing!”

Sombra raised an eyebrow, and simply read David’s mind to see what he meant, and decided to grant his wishes.

The objects materialized, and David smirked at the firepower he had just received.

“Wait, can I also have a bastard sword, just in case?

Sombra rolled his eyes and granted that as well, complete with a highly ornate sheath.

"Sweet." David said, unsheathing a few inches and looking at the blade.

Sombra then promptly knocked the man out, and turned back into the smoky form that promptly consumed him.

In the new world, six mares, six elements, your ally will be very knowledgeable, use his knowledge, and act. Follow.

I can see that it’s your very nature to follow.

The radio was placed safely back into his back pocket, he didn’t want to lose it.

Lee looked around the basement of the hospital, the walkers were weakly banging on the door, and would eventually get through it, so he needed a plan.

“Oh shit, I got so far and I can’t lose like this, trapped in this goddamn… basement.” He said in a desperate tone, trying to calm himself enough to act rationally.

He blinked and saw red, not surprising considering the bloodlust that was building in him.

Cabinets! He loved cabinets, they were so full of surprises, and only the good kind, because walkers can’t fit in cabinets.

One of them had a bone-saw, the other had a chest opener.

“This, hehe, I could do some pretty ugly damage with this thing.” he mused, testing the blade on a fallen walker.

The neck was sliced all the way through with one pass, it was a perfect for small groups.

‘I could cut off my hand, maybe that will stop the virus… oh who am I kidding, it’s probably already reached my brain.’ He thought, putting the saw into its sheath and putting the whole thing into his worker’s shirt.

The elevator! He’d just now seen it, the elevator must have had an emergency ladder and he could use that to get up to the roof and find his way back to the house.

Determined, he wedged the chest opener between the elevator doors, cranking it and spreading the doors a good amount.

*CLAEK* the opener broke, but luckily the elevator doors reached the point at which the override system kicked in and removed the pressure keeping them closed.

LADDER!

Taking hold, he began climbing, thinking thoughts that gave him strength.

‘I’ll find Clementine, I’ll find her, kill the bastard that took her, and get her out of here, away from the city, out into the country where there’ll be minimum walkers, who knows, maybe I’m conveniently actually immune to this viiiiiii-’ As if fate had perceived temptation and responded by pissing on him, his vision went dark, he felt his grip weakening.

Suddenly the darkness faded, and he felt his strength come back to him.

Climbing the ladder with renewed vigor, he reached the top in no time.

--

It was night-time outside, how was that possible? He’d taken his eyes off the sky for only ten seconds, the time to go past the top floor to and through the roof-access door, and now it was totally dark.

“Shit, shit shit shit shit shitshitshitshitshitshitshitshit.” Lee complained, going to the edge of the roof.

He couldn’t see the house from here.

He couldn’t even see the ground from here.

He contemplated just jumping off the edge, right here, and ending it all.

‘No, no don’t think that man, that’s the most cruel thing you could do right now, you’ve got to save Clementine, let Clementine be the thing that helps you fight this goddamn disease.’ With memories of little happy moments, small acts of kindness that built into a wonderful friendship, Lee found himself feeling even stronger.

“Yessssss… let the power of your destiny bolster the power of your body.” A sinister voice coaxed.

Lee turned around, bonesaw in hand.

Some sort of unicorn-looking thing with kingly attire and dark energy was standing there.

“I have been watching you for some time, purehearted one.” The dark king hissed, “I have something important for you to do.”

“I don’t want any part of this, this is probably a hallucination anyway.” Lee dismissed, trying to see anything else in the city at this point.

Sombra snarled, levitated Lee’s bonesaw out of his shirt, and made a long, jagged cut along his forearm. Lee jumped back and grabbed the attacked arm, trying to stop the bleeding and wincing at the nasty wound.

“Believe me now? Listen, if it’s any consolation, I’ll give you something to do this for me.”

“What do you want?”

"I am looking to rule over a place called the Crystal Kingdom, but there will soon be six heroines coming in to help defend it. I want you to distract them and mitigate their efforts, you will have help, but my power cannot put you directly into the city.”

“Okay, I think I can do that, so what do I get out of it?”

“I cannot cure you, but I can have your disease tamed.”

“You mean, like, you can stop the spread?”

“No, I mean tamed like an animal, what is now a bane will become a boon.”

Lee had options here, what would he say?

'Sorry, but I have something more important to do.'

'I don’t believe you.'

'That doesn’t seem like much.'

Or stay silent.

“I don’t know, that doesn’t seem like a lot for me helping you conquer a city-state.”

“If I help you save that little girl, then would you have no qualms with coming to my side?”

Lee was silent for a few moments. If he could save her...

“...Yes… I accept.”

Sombra’s horn flared up with red magic, then Lee was surrounded by a red aura and floated a few inches off the ground.

Groaning in pain as a burning sensation washed over him, leaving him feeling slightly cold, Lee opened his eyes, staring into the red irises and green whites of Sombra’s eyes.

“It is done, now then.” Suddenly it was daytime and Sombra disappeared in a cloud of black smoke, causing Lee to cough at the sudden invasion of his lungs.

The tall man felt an immense strength, strength that he had control over.

Experimentally, he curled up, building a tension in the muscles of his legs.

Suddenly, he released and leapt from the roof of the hospital to the roof of a nearby building with the grace of a grasshopper.

He smiled, this would make getting to the Marsh House immensely easier.

Leaping again, he knew that the hunt was on.

--

Walking into the Marsh House from the roof-access door, Lee made his way down the hall, walking slowly as to make as little noise as possible.

One room out of all of them, one room was lit, so he entered it, slowly.

It was empty.

WAIT! There was a rope tied to another door’s handle, maybe Clementine was in there.

‘The kidnapper is in the closet.’ Sombra informed him telepathically.

Turning to the closet, Lee stared at it for several seconds, earning no response.

The door it was then.

Turning back and taking a step towards the door, he heard a tiny creaking noise, barely noticeable, but he still heard it.

Whipping around, he caught the middle-aged man behind him off guard, causing him to jump back with his gun hand outstretched.

‘Punch him in the wrist, the force will overload the nerves in his hand, making him drop his gun.'

Lee leaned forward and lashed out, stabbing his dirty fingernails into the other man’s wrist, causing him to wince in pain, his hand going limp for a few seconds and dropping the gun.

Watching it fall, the infected man caught it with his foot and kicked it up towards his own hand.

*BANG* And his foe now had a little hole right between the eyes.

Clementine, who had been startled by the noises, looked out of her room and found Lee standing there, looking down at the dead body of her kidnapper.

“Clementine?” Lee asked, having heard the opening of the door.

“Lee!” Clementine cried out in relief, running to him.

“Clementine!” Lee took a step forward and squatted down, catching Clementine when she got to him.

They embraced, the protective man making sure to not wound the little girl in the process.

While adult walkers were one thing...

Child walkers were just a cruel joke in the face of morality.

‘Take her to the edge of the city, then we go.’

‘Okay, slow down a little bit please, I just reunited with the girl that’s like the daughter I never had. Can I have another minute or two?’

‘Fine, the first set of watchers hasn't even arrived yet, I can spare a few minutes.'

“Alright, just hang on tight and don’t be scared.” Grabbing Clementine and running out of the Marsh House, Lee found himself facing a street full of walkers.

Squatting down a good foot or so, he leapt onto a nearby rooftop, perfectly safe.

Clementine winced at the sudden jolting of motion, gradually getting used to the roller-coaster-like movements of Lee’s leaps.

--

The edge of the Savannah, leading to a lot of open ground and forests. It was wilderness, where there weren’t a lot of people.

“Clementine, stay here until I get back, please, I won’t be long.” Lee instructed gently, setting the little girl down on the roof of the train platform.

Clementine blinked and Lee was sailing through the air, it was amazing to watch from a third-person view.

Then she imagined what it would be like if walkers could do that.

A few minutes later, the tall man returned with a gun and a backpack.

“A weapon, and some food and water, keep it safe, find Omid and Christa if you can, they might have left the city.” He directed, bringing her down to the ground.

“Okay Lee, anything else-*GASP*” Clementine watched as red crystals appeared in a circle around Lee, trapping him slowly.

‘Enough drama, time to go, NOW!’

“Listen, Clementine, don’t be afraid, you’re smarter than they are, you’re faster than they are, you have your mind on your side, they only have instinct.” Only a face-sized hole was left.

"LEE! DON'T GO!" Clementine banged her little fists on the crystals, trying to keep him.

Lee smiled, “Goodbye Clementine, remember me for who I was.”

The young girl watched in horror as the ruby prison Lee was trapped in pushed her back with a burst of red energy, then was encapsulated with black smoke, the shroud swirling around it quickly.

Just as quickly as the smoke appeared, it vanished, leaving nothing behind but a sound like a sigh.

Cold and dark. Cold and dark.

Stryker supposed that that was what death was like.

Cold, dark... and painful.

All the pain covered his body, he didn’t know where he was, where he was going to be, and why.

It wasn’t until he saw demon in human form use a spell that made him alive.

But then he noticed, he wasn’t moving.

He was scared, confused, and then the demon spoke.

“You have all recently been killed, and I must apologize.” Quan Chi said in a less than sincere tone. “From now, to the day I die, you shall be under my control, and be my personal guard.”

What? No... NO!

Quan Chi walked to the first one.

Do you understand?

“Yes master.” Jade responded in a possessed tone.

Quan Chi smiled, and moved on the next one.

“Do you understand?”

“Yes master.” Jax responded in the same way.

'Please don’t tell me.'

“Do you understand?”

“Yes master.” Stryker responded.

'No... No!'

Kurtis Stryker, one of Chicago’s finest SWAT officers, the one who stopped a bus bomb, and a hostile office building takeover, had been killed by a woman who snapped his neck like a twig, and was now a mind controlled zombie who only remembers how it happened.

It was... heartbreaking.

He felt like crying, but couldn’t. All he did was keep the same 1000-yard stare that now plagued his stoic face.

'Now now, diligent one, I am here to help.'

What?

Deep in the confines of the officer’s mind, Sombra’s influence came to be.

'I am here to help you be free, in exchange, I require your help.'

'Please, anything to escape this nightmare.'

'You are eager, good.'

'What do you want, I’ll do anything!'

'Anything?'

'Anything!'

'Even, aid me in conquering an empire?'

'I... I don’t know... I don’t know, that would go completely against what I've been fighting for for the past... I can't even remember how long.'

It was quiet. Nothing was happening. And then Sombra spoke up.

'If you choose to aid me, I will aid you, I will free you and your friends from these chains, and release you.'

'Really? I... I don’t know... I...'

'Do you not trust me?'

'No.. I mean yes... I mean... it’s just...'

'Ah... I see. Very well, I will release you, but you have the entire time to change your mind if you need time. You can trust me. But I must warn you, if you choose to deny this offer, you will be back in these chains that bind you.'

By the time Quan Chi noticed the ever closing shadow, it was too late. The shadow swooped in and took Stryker’s soul from his vessel. Quan Chi cast a spell to cast it away, but the spell was reflected. Quan Chi snarled, but decided that one soul wasn’t going to make a difference.

He now had a meeting with Raiden to get too.

Trevor howled in laughter as he ran over an old lady with a shopping bag, causing dozens of little items to scatter across the street.

“WHEEEEEE-HOOOO” He whooped, wiping his bleeding nose on the shirt of the corpse of a man who’d tried to hijack his truck, “COME ON RINGO, SNUFF IT!” he shouted, further breaking the body’s head by slamming it onto a paper with a line of cocaine on it.

Taking the paper and snorting the white powder up, Trevor went into the lever of high where he wouldn’t remember anything that would happen for the next six hours.

--

Waking up on top of a mountain, laying in a pile of piss-stained pairs of jeans, the maniacal man stood up and looked at himself in a hand mirror he’d stolen from that old lady.

“Yep, look like shit, smell like death, fuck bitches, get money, Franklin yer a goddamn genius.” He could kill hookers to get his money back!

Looking around, he pulled out the heavy sniper rifle, a Barrett M82, and looked around trying to find out where he was.

There was a ghost on the next hill.

“Holy shit, the mountain ghost stories are real!” He noted in amazement.

It didn’t look like how everyone described it though.

It wasn’t a little girl with a water-molded face, oil-black hair, and a messy white dress.

It was a black unicorn with red eyes and steel armor.

And a nice cape.

Slowly approaching it, the crazy crackhead saw that it was smiling at him.

“The hysterical one?” It asked, holy shit it could talk!

“I’m feelin’ a little hysterical, ya sonuva-bitch.” Trevor didn’t like people assuming things about him.

“Listen, I am King Sombra of the Crystal Kingdom.”

“Crystals, eh? Ya got meth?”

“...” Sombra scanned Trevor’s mind to find out what he meant by this, “... No, but I have the power to secure you an unlimited supply of meth, cocaine of the powder and crack-rock varieties, and all of those other substances you so enjoy stuffing up your nose, injecting in your veins, or inhaling the fumes of.”

“Alright, I’m in, ya little fucker.”

“Just like that?”

“Yeah, just like that, I want that unlimited supply.”

Sombra, for the first time in a long time, was confused, “I haven’t even told you what I want you to do.”

“Doesn’t matter, getting drugs.”

“Well, I will transport you to a place nearby a city-state known as the Crystal Kingdom, it is a place that is warm and made of crystals. six heroines will arrive and intend to defend the city, but I want you to distract them so that I can secure control of it.”

“Alright, I’ll do it.”

“Are you sure you’re up to this task? I must ask that you produce minimal property damage.”

Trevor gasped, no property damage?

‘But those drugs though!’

“...Alright, *gulp* I think I can handle that.”

“Also, it will be very cold and it’s far to the north, can you handle that as well?”

Trevor groaned, Why did he have to remind me that I’m Canadian?

‘Fuck, those drugs on unlimited supply though!’

“...Alright *sigh* I’ll do it.”

“Excellent! Do you need to pack or secure anything before you go?”

“No, it’s all in my pockets, my deep, deep pockets.”

True, he had several pistols, shotguns, SMGS, assault rifles, and even a rocket launcher, grenade launcher, flamethrower, and gatling gun all safely stored away in his hammerspace pockets.

“Okay, I will teleport you now.” Sombra’s horn flared up with magic.

Trevor sighed as the energy washed over him, filling him with a warm, high feeling.

With a flash, the Crazy part of the Unholy Trinity was gone, leaving the Unholy Duality of Connections (Franklin) and Cash (Michael) to run Los Santos alone.

“Oh... we blew up Earth... fuck.”

Four men were standing next to the receiving area on Griffin Station, a top secret moon base.

These men were in space suits, and did not believe it, they just sent three nukes to the planet.

Oh, and one of their so-called ‘allies’ stabbed them in the back, and switched his soul with that of a little girl’s.

In other words, it’s an above average day for these guys.

“Really, all that work and we blew up the Earth? What the fuck.” Tank Dempsey, one of the men said.

“Oh, wait a minute, if Earth blew up, so did all the distilleries! MY VODKA!!!” Nikolai Belinski, the group’s drunk, grasped his helmet in shock.

“Drunken wretch.” The group’s new impromptu leader, Takeo Masaki said.

“Fuck you Takeo.”

“Do not insult Uncle Takeo.” The girl, who was once in her body, now switched to this body, was named Samantha.

As for the traitor...

“So... you blew up ze Earth.”

“Fuck you Richtofen.” Dempsey muttered, insulting Dr. Edward Richtofen, former Group 935 scientist, and genuine psychopathic German with an ambiguous affinity towards men.

“Zat vas not nice.”

“Kiss my ass!”

“Oh Dempshey, of course I vouldn’t kiss your arse. It smells just like Nikolai vhen at his best, as in, it smells like zhit.”

“Hehe... I am smelly, is funny, no?” Nikolai replied.

“Yeah, you’re a smelly, fat drunk.” Samantha said.

“Hahaha...” Takeo chuckled.

“If you four are done talking, may I make a proposition?”

The four of them turned towards a black unicorn with red eyes and armor. No suit was on this being, but they could hear them in the vacuum of space.

“...Sure, why not? It’s not like we’ve dealt with better, Treyarch.”

“Dempsey, you talk shit, what do you want, because I am sobering up, and I don’t like being sober.”

“Very well, I am here to make an offer to one of you, if you choose to follow me, I shall grant your deepest desires to you in return.”

Dempsey felt skeptical.

“Wait, what do we have to do?”

“You have to help me conquer this city-state, the Crystal Empire.”

“Wait, are there zombies?”

“Well, yes and no, they're not zombies in the literal sense, they're zombies in the figurative sense, as in, thoughtless and emotionless husks of real people. However one of them is a literal one, but he's not like the kinds you have dealt with.”

Takeo, Dempsey and Samantha thought about what they wanted.

Takeo could have retribution.

Dempsey could have a new home, and good women.

Samantha could have her father back, and get rid of the nasty Eddy once and for all.

Nikolai knew what he wanted before he was even offered, vodka. So he immediately decided to go forward.

“I will do it, if you could give my comrades the same thing too, I like Dempsey, I owe Takeo, and... who are you again?”

“Samantha, and please, Mister Unicorn, don’t choose this idiot!”

Sombra smirked, and spoke.

“He offered first, so he goes. As for the rest of you, I shall help you nonetheless.” Sombra used a spell to seal the three into crystal, leaving Nikolai to look in a mix of shock and nausea.

“What the fuck was that?”

“Insurance.” Sombra used a knock-out spell on the drunk, who fell to the ground. Suddenly, a blue spirit appeared in front of the unicorn.

“You have to give him back later, I am not done vith him.”

“No.” Sombra replied flatly, teleporting the four humans with him to Equestria.

Richtofen, despite his great knowledge of science and how to do things intelligently, just stood there and pouted.

“Shit, I vasn’t done vith him. Oh vell, I suppose I could find a new set of people... hmm... OOOOooo...”

He picked up a radio input, "Guten tag, I am Doktor Richtofen, I am looking vor zomeone to talk to."

Static was the only response

Richtofen sighed and spoke to himself.

“Nozing. I shall vait, for however long it shall take...”

It would take several years before he would be able to contact people on Earth again.

-Random Universe DQE, Great North Region, near the Crystal Kingdom-

Cadance looked out the window of the train, watching the snowy sky drift over her.

“Do… do you really think it’s back?” Shining asked tentatively, watching an attendant write on a small whiteboard.

ETA: 2 minutez

She had written the ‘s’ was backwards, how much could he count on this attendant to be accurate?

Furthermore, how long would he have to wait to get somewhere safe?

“I’m sure of it, a pony doesn’t just forget what home feels like.”

“I know, but what about the state it’s in, it’s called ontological inertia, Candy, the crystal ponies aren’t just going to have recovered on their own without a good leader like.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll get a message to Aunt Celestia sent fast as lightning, we’ll get your- *ahem* our sister and the other Element Bearers out here, six extra sets of hooves will keep the citizens happy while I prepare the Crystal Heart.”

“Do you even know where it is?”

“...” Cadance looked at her husband with a blank stare, a blank stare of horrible realization, “No, I… I don’t.”

“Maybe they’ll find it too, Twily and her friends can do anything, they must be able to find the heart.”

“I hope so…” The pretty pink princess frowned, looking at her hooves in minor depression.

“Perhaps you should get a head-start on that letter.”

“Yeah, yeah that sounds like a good idea.”

Cadance levitated a pencil and piece of paper from one seat's built-in pocket, brought them over to her face, and began writing.

Dear Aunt Celestia,

Author's Notes:

so, chapter 1/10 done, hope you all like it

Props to Awesomedude17 for the idea of a collab, and for writing David, Stryker, and Nikolai's intro sections.

Again, this not a sequel, rather it's a side story to FWtW and Six, non-canonical and set differently for the characters, as well as mine starting at the beginning of S3, where as his starts at the beginning of S2

tune in for both of our stories, and stay tuned in for next time

The P Co out, do drugs, stay out of school, don't eat vegetables, and don't take my advice