"I'm telling you right now, it is definitely a bad choice to let her leave like that." Chrysalis stated as the both of us were walking down the ravaged stairs of the tower.

Fortunately, the stairway was still adequately stable, although, it actually feels as if this whole damn structure would collapse every time I take another step, which is not really that relieving, actually.

With a slightly agitated sigh, I responded, "Well, I suppose it's just that I'm too lenient with these things, that is practically my trademark, to accurately describe it."

"Your trademark is stupidity," Chrysalis spat bitterly, "You're going to result in regretting this decision." she added.

"Relax, why won't you? Referencing my earlier statement, we're going to... murder her next time, that is, if we encounter her once more," I continued walking down the stairs, Chrysalis following right behind me, "That is, if she is still harboring hostility towards the both of us."

"Of course she's going to be enraged at us, you basically painted this town with blood of her subjects," Chyrsalis stated, which I can't really counter. As a matter of fact, I literally painted this town with blood.

"Do you really assume that her general assessment of us is going to be altered, just by the mere fact that you allowed her to vacate this place alive?" she added.

"Well, I can't really expect that to happen, really. But it would be extremely beneficial to our endeavors, whatever it is, should that occur," I stated, "I was just merely trying to avoid another onslaught of equines."

"That is somewhat conceivable, but otherwise this particular method of attempting to evade further hostility still remains nonsensically dim-witted." Chrysalis stated.

"Pray tell, why didn't you simply take her as a captive, and then use her as some sort of bargaining tool against those accursed ponies?" Chrysalis asked.

I hesitated, "Oh... right, I really don't know why. That explosive discharge the crystal emitted must have dazed me more than I originally anticipated." I admitted.

This is a mere assumption, but I speculate that Chrysalis rolled her eyes directly after I said that sentence, "You're a paragon of extreme idiocy, which is actually commendable, considering I've confronted a handful of Diamond Dogs." she berated.

"But, I doubt that we can possibly seize her now, considering that she must've teleported off to somewhere, most preferably somewhere where the blood of her former comrades is less abundant." she added, somewhat mockingly.

"Alright, I am aware of the fact that you are exceedingly disgruntled over me permitting the pink alicorn to escape this place, with her life intact," I stated, "But the past is dead and buried."

Finally, we reached the entrance of the tower. Outside of the tower lied the nauseously revolting, yet incredibly awe-inspiring aftermath of the clash between my forces and the equines.

The putrid scent that was prominent within this region of the town, if not the entirety of the town, was ungodly to an extreme degree, threatening me to regurgitate, fortunately, I resisted the urge of doing so.

The carnage was ubiquitous, the severed limbs were literally omnipresent, be it whole appendages, or fragments of fleshy gore. The blood doused everything within sight, literally painting the city red, entire houses were drenched in the repulsive, crimson liquid.

"Hm, well, it appears that you're somewhat fazed by the sight of all this."

"Of course not, why... why would I? Gah, who am I attempting to deceive, this bothers me to no extent," I stated, "Let's just depart from the vicinity as swiftly as possible." I said.

Well, there's no possibility of avoiding stepping on the fallen, considering that there are lifeless corpses strewn about in every direction everywhere.

"Well then, teleportation should be of great aid in that regard." Chrysalis spoke.

"Wait, you were capable of teleportation, and you didn't bother mention that earlier?" I said,

"Hmph, you simply didn't ask." she stated.

"Fine, fine. Just cast the damn spell." I said in minor annoyance.

"There is nothing left to be done here, so I suppose retiring for the day is the most recommended action to decide," and with that said, she began channeling her magic, love, or whatever it is, causing her horn to emanate a green aura.

In a display of green flames, both me, and Chrysalis, vanished. A few seconds later, we rematerialized in the Everfree, although, I was suffering slight disorientation.

Teleportation, ah, a very intriguing concept. It's immensely convenient, impeccably less time-consuming, but, it is something that I have yet to learn to get accustomed to.

"I've... come to a conclusion, teleportation dazes my mind to no limit," I remarked, clutching my forehead to ease some of the pain inflicted by teleportation.

"Well, I suggest that you prepare another band of loathsome abominations, it would be really inconvenient, should a tragic death befall you now." Chrysalis commented, walking further into the forest, probably towards her underground hideout.

I was too occupied attempting to prevent myself from staggering down due to my exceedingly fazed stupor, but I think I might have grasped excerpts of her sentence.

The confounded pain originating from my head pestered me for another few seconds, or so before it finally dissipated entirely, much to my relief.

I inspected my surroundings, thankfully, fate seems to be favoring my convenience, as this was the same clearing, the one the Hive was established, thus, I am aware of which direction I must go towards to return to my semi-fortified stronghold.

I began walking as I took out the book from my robes. I flipped to an empty page, "Now then, what could possibly beat the Zerg, in terms of prowess and voraciousness?"

Now then, I do believe it is the appropriate time for the non-intricate process of summoning beings from across the vast selection of alternate universes.

Staring at the blank page, I chanted, "Bullets, bullets, bullets."

Why that particular word? I'm not certain really, it was just really speculation really, that if I said that, the probability of obtaining a legion of gun-wielding sharpshooters would be elevated. Although, it's just a mere theory.

As expected the ever familiar red vortex appeared above me, its ominous and intimidating presence gave me a reassuring feeling that I can't exactly describe.

And so I anticipated the arrival of my impending army of formidable combatants. What lies beyond that red crater in the middle of the sky always piqued much of my curiosity.

And after a few seconds later, my curiosity was sated, albeit, my mind is still attempting to register what that rift just dispatched to fulfill the role of my "army."

Apparently, the rift was basically bombarding the ground, comically if I might add, with Tonberries from the Final Fantasy series, thankfully, they weren't those repulsive-looking ones from... which Final Fantasy installment was that again? Eh, it's irrelevant now.

They were those short ones, with the robes, and the lanterns. These tonberries possess a green skin, like almost every other tonberry in the Final Fantasy universe, and beady, beady little eyes. They all wore a brownish robe, and they all boasted a very intimidating knife.

And I am not using the word "intimidating" lightly.

The flood of tonberries finally ceased, as the final tonberry dropped from the rift, and as the final comical thud sound-effect was made as said final tonberry impacted on the ground, comically, yet thankfully uninjured.

And now they all stared at me, and due to it already being nighttime this escalated to a much, much more frightening scenario. All thanks to their eyes that are malicious in appearance.

Yes, those ominous, seemingly never-blinking eyes. One of these creatures are already unnerving, should aforementioned creature stare at you.

But imagine several of these sinister eyes stare at you? It's incomprehensibly unsettling. No, incomprehensibly unsettling is a major, major understatement.

Addendum, why tonberries? Why couldn't have been a legion bombs? Of course, I'm referring to the bombs from the Final Fantasy universe, I mean, at least the detonation they discharge would be incredibly devastating.

Tonberries, all they have are their stabby-knives, which is incredibly ineffective in dispatching magical users, and-slash-or, ranged-weaponry wielders. But I must admit, those knives are intimidatingly large.

Wait, I may be able to see some blood-stains on some of the knives these tonberries are wielding. That is... somewhat concerning.

Then it struck me, don't they have the ability to call upon karma itself in a method of combat? Yes, I recall that particular skill clearly now, the more beings the targeted foe has slain, the higher the overall damage will be inflicted.

Hell, that was one of the reasons why I resulted rage-quitting that particular quest in a certain Final Fantasy installment. Even now, I still haven't achieved completion for that quest.

That infuriates me to no end.

Oh, I appear to be accidentally derailing my priorities right now, um, what am I supposed to do right now? Oh wait, there actually isn't much left to do.

I suppose now is the most suitable time to head back to my little stronghold that I, technically my minions, constructed. Wait, my minions didn't construct the damn thing, they simply organized the place, and if I might add, adequately.

Yes, rest has eluded me for far too long now, and it wouldn't be rather beneficial to my overall health, should it evade me further. That particular bed located within the castle would be the ideal place to sleep.

I turned to face my legion of knife-wielding, eerily-silent, murderers. I say murderers due to the fact that they appear impeccably unsettling, oh, and don't forget the fact that all of them are wielding blood-stained knives.

Well, at least the majority of them do, some of them possessed non-bloodied knives, although, there's a possibility that they just simply cleaned their instruments of murder before their arrival here.

"Tonberries!" I called out to my troops, just barely audible for all of them to hear me, "The time has come, to, er, to retire for the night, I am simply fatigued beyond comprehension." I commanded, to which they responded with... nothing but their cold, ominous eyes.

Oh... god. They continued on just simply staring at me idly. I swear I'm going to be suffering nightmares for as long as these beings are present around me.

"Now then, uh, simply follow me, I will lead us to our semi-fortified fortress." I stated.

And with that, I began walking, or more appropriately, fumbling through the inky darkness of this damned forest, my legion of seemingly unblinking stabby-specialists following closely behind me.

I don't think I'll be able to achieve slumber, I am deeply concerned for the unfavorable dreams that might possibly haunt me until the end of times.

Addendum, they are forming some sort of frighteningly alluring stream of lights, these lights were all emanating from their lanterns of course.

To accurately depict what is behind me, you can see individual orbs of light forming some sort of stream, moving ever so slowly, which conjured an excessively startling effect, unintentionally.

Somewhere, in the city known as Canterlot, lies a chamber sealed off to anybody- anypony, the entrance was guarded to the utmost diligence by guards who are more than willing to relinquish their lives in order to defend this chamber from any would-be infiltrator.

This particular room was none other than the bedchambers of Princess Celestia.

Princess Luna, who has since recovered from her injuries inflicted by her unsuccessful attempt at killing the Summoner, and her magic-reserves were since replenished shortly after she escaped from the Crystal Cavern and managed to reunite with her fellow equines.

There, she stood within the chambers beside an open glass window, gazing at a particular town in the distance, specifically, the town known as Ponyville.

Princess Cadance, along with his husband, Shining Armor, agreed to lend their assistance the endeavor of hunting down the Summoner, and if possible, the changeling queen, Chrysalis.

They devised some sort of prototype for an imitation of the Crystal Heart, and planned on deploying it within the vicinity of the Everfree, preferably, within the remnants of Ponyville.

It was a rational decision, Ponyille being a former town made it possible to construct fortifications around it, in an attempt to neutralize, or at the very least, mitigate the efficiency of an assault, should the Summoner choose to attack.

But a hefty amount of time has passed since they have departed for Ponyville, and so far, they didn't even send her a single report, much to Luna's dread.

She let out an inaudible, annoyed groan, it was really due to stress really, and needless to say, Luna was beyond stressed at this point.

"Luna?" A soft, groggy voice resounded within the room.

Author's Notes:

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These horrifying bastards...

Stab, stab, stab.

-Sniper, from TF 2.

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