Author's Notes:

Ladies and gentlemen, a short conversation is in order so it's best to give out a word of warning already that since the tone set in Dies Irae was too strong, it will be reverberating here in this fanfic; it's going to be very shocking here so there is now way to beat around the bush without causing so much distress and what not: we're going back into the depths of darkness with a new story, a crossover between My Little Pony: Friendship Is Magic and Parasite Eve.

The main reason for referring to we as the colloquial pronoun in the previous paragraph is not only as a reference to the characters who will be appearing in this story along with the audience familiar with the fandom but also because this it the first story collaboration that yours truly had made with the help of another author: please give a round of applause to my partner in time, Dark Colt Sabata; as with many stories, many should be aware that none of characters belong to any of us at all whatsoever.

However, it would be best to take some time to remember that all that belongs to this dapper duo is this story and Adam himself; now that's out of the way, sit back, relax, and enjoy the fruits of our labor.

The state of dishabille was by far nothing short of humiliation, which was what Pinkie had felt ever since the unforgettable moment in history she had been a part of. So far, it has been about two months since the pink mare was freed from the brainwashing spell made by the invaders and collaborators alike; of course, it had came with a cost: in place of her happy dappy style coursing through her mane and tail now were a permanently flat texture with a darker coat. Even then, word of it all didn’t take long for itself to break out; ever since then, all sorts of stallions had tried to turn her back into the red collar mare that she used to be, each with results that made her rebel even more.

Recently, Pinkie had been handed over to some stallion to ‘teach her where her place is’, while she may had killed her previous masters in a matter of two to three days, this time she decided to wait longer for the right moment. After all, it was best for the pink mare to conserve any remaining energy within and just wait calmly while avoiding herself from giving those handlers the satisfaction that she had given in the past until the time is right to strike back. In what seemed to be some sort of a weird fashion, a widened yet small smile had formed upon her visage, something that became reminiscent of the old hyperactive persona, save for the malice of the now and future.

Now that this year’s games are taking place, it might be the chance that Pinkie has been looking for; besides, every single mare, known or unknown, was practically going to be there whether or not they wanted to. The next round has now rolled in and at that moment in time the pink mare and the stallion nearby her were currently sitting along with the surrounding public who most had at least a mare of their own on average. She simply exhaled quietly despite the conflicted atmosphere ready, willing, and able to create the perfect storm under the right or wrong conditions; needless to say, this simple action alone would barely scratch the surface of what was to happen next.

The big screen showed a row of bound mares and males of different species, the latter group which had started jumping on the respective former group in front of them, all except one though to say the very least. He looked a lot like a slim canine, standing upward on two paws with a glazed look all around his environs far away from her by a few meters in distance; unlike the males, he had stayed right where he is. The coat of fur which was worn was a white as a sheep that was trained to make some false teeth; however, he had only a dark green trench coat that covered up most of his body save for his very arms. Donned upon the canine’s face was a mask covering up his muzzle and a headband over his left eye, all splashed with a color of a deep dyed blue; speaking of eyes, a vigilant being would have noticed that his right would be painted in hazel. Above him was a flat black top hat resting on his two ears as they both poked through the very rim of the fabric he was wearing already; of course, the aesthetics were the least of his own concern anyway, let alone anyone else.

Pinkie had stared back in confusion at how the canine didn’t do anything to her at all but rather unmoving and silent; his visage locked onto the former’s teal eyes with ambiguity pooling out of them already. The overall audience around them had seem to be more focused on the others whom were using the very mares nearby at their leisure, swept up in a heat of passion that reeked about as they took a whiff of it all. The pink mare in question soon stood upwardly and began to squint her eyes, trying to make light of his presence and wondering how he began to catch the former’s attention without even bothering to try no less.

She quickly took notice of the canine, wondering already if he was just spacing out or something; after all, she would not even be the only individual in the crowd who did so under normal circumstances, especially under such as this event. Pinkie would had even marked him as her future slave if all he was gonna do is stand there like an idiot; besides, from the former’s perspective, everyone else around the two in question was acting on their desires, mutually or otherwise.

Just as the announcer was about to call out to the canine, the latter moved his head towards the former and the skin and fabric evaporated into a coat of fire and flames bursting with a vermillion visage, followed suit by the other males around them that jumped off the mares they were on earlier ago.

Among these was her master that had released the crimson leash and dropped to the ground twitching as he crumpled up in a smoldering piles of ashes and dust, reeking of a splattered brain and of infected flesh convulsing in the heat of the moment. At first, the pink mare just simply shuddered in surprise, wanting to know already how could this have happened so fast; yet, she took notice and had seen that the only ones getting burned are mostly caribou while the mares remained untouched. With a confident frown upon the muzzle, she now took this opportunity to run towards the stage nearby them where the male was found to be releasing the captive mares behind the metal bars where the others were confined to.

“Understood?” Pinkie heard the canine say to the mares, making their own escape while he had remained still, watching the burning males all around the stadium they were in so to speak with slender gaze from the hazel eye.

The pink mare felt heartbeat increase slightly at once the moment he landed his eyes on her, successfully gaining attention before shouting, “would you mind telling me what the heck just happened?!”

“Hmm…” was all that she had heard in an instant, the canine’s voice being calm, deep and yet unnerving that sounded slightly like a diamond dog, “another awakened…”

“Awakened?” Pinkie replied with eyes spreading apart in confusion upon hearing him again.

A slight chuckle escaped from the canine’s muzzle before speaking again, “Those referred as ‘black collars’, the awakened.”

“What?” the mare spoke once more, “what are you talking about? We are already awake sir…!”

“The cells of the broken and fallen, they call out… for their freedom,” he had explained calmly.

Looking around the canine, she asked all at once, “you mean the red and purple collars?”

“Indeed, but this is not place for chat...” he answered, looking afar to find caribou guards entering the stadium, brandishing all sorts of weapons in their grasp, “you hold power similar to mine, meet me at the old castle if you wish for the liberation of this kingdom.”

The canine turned away and walked off the stage, making his way towards one of the exits where the troops remained.

“Wait, who are you?” shouted Pinkie as she ran behind him and grabbed a shoulder.

Turning to face the pink mare behind him, he replied calmly, “if you mean by a name, then I have no name that just sticks to me; however, given the context of the situation, you can call me Adam.”

As the canine continued to walk away, she stayed put, currently confused enough to not even come to a logical conclusion of what happened no matter how much she thought about it; as a matter of fact, this wasn’t the place to think about such things though but rather the time to get out of here. Making a way to the cages where the others were locked in, Pinkie was surprised to find that when she got there all of them were just unlocked and empty, devoid of any personnel whatsoever so to speak already; at that moment, a smile appeared once again upon herself. The pink mare hoped that her friends would be here in the very void, or at least the ones who were sane like herself, but it had seemed already that they had escaped too; therefore, so should she follow suit and avoid recapture for the time being no less.

Holding onto that glimmer of hope she worked on her own escape, thinking about on where to go first off after this unusual turn of events which had ensued all around them far so recently ago. Adam said to meet him in the old castle: if Pinkie wanted answers, then her bits would go that he means the castle of the Two Sisters, a relic from the far distant past that entered her mind.

Then again, the pink mare had also heard that Big Mac has gotten quite a suspicious behavior amongst the caribou; for them to suspect him must mean something and this matter is something worth investigating.

A few hours later, she had hid herself in a cargo car of a train headed towards Ponyville, the location of her current residence already dancing her mind until the sound of a whistle blowing off steam so loudly snapped her back to reality; then again, the noise was not much of a problem at all. Once the train has stopped, Pinkie jumped out of the train’s back door unnoticed, wearing only a piece of clothing upon her body: a makeshift halter top that was almost too small for her bosoms; but, from where she was standing, it was by far better than nothing.

Surprisingly, the trek to the Dirt Pony Farm nearby was very quiet, even though that the news of hundreds of stallions burning to death and mares escaping in Canterlot would be already traveling fast. The pink mare had expected to be dozens of guards for her to kill already up in front, but this would be a task that was anything other than easy; then again, she had some big fish to fry so to speak.

Eventually reaching for the door of the house she gave it rapid knocks, hearing some rustle and hoofsteps in the process; eventually, the one who opens the door would be no other than the resident red stallion that she’s been looking for.

“Oh Pinkie, what brings ya here?” Big Mac asked quickly, not expecting Pinkie Pie of all ponies to be here, much less for her to be fully clothed anyway, "what happened…?”

“I heard some stuff, can I come in?” the pink mare answered, earning a suspicious shifting of eyes.

Taking a deep breath, the red stallion then spoke calmly to her, “what kind’a stuff?”

“Let’s talk this inside.” Pinkie said, “I don’t like to attract too much attention now...”

He nodded and opened the door for her to enter the house, making herself comfortable by sitting in a couch on the living room; soon, Big Mac entered and took a seat on another couch besides the one where the pink mare was sitting in.

“I assume you heard what happened,” Pinkie started, crossing her legs calmly but quietly.

Taking a sip from a glass, the red stallion replied, “about Canterlot? Yeah ah’ve have.”

“Well, if what I heard was true, then I need your help with something,” the mare spoke slowly, “you are my only hope so far...”

“What did ya hear?” a reply slipped out from Big Mac who raised an eyebrow.

The red stallion’s gaze locked onto her as she spoke, "something among the lines of purposely not training mares right, which if I’m right by putting two and two together, then you’re faking this. Don’t worry, I’m not like them. I’ve been free for a long time, no master at all.”

“So the rumors were true, wait here...” Big Mac said as he got up, making his way up the stairs whereas Pinkie stood by where she was all alone. A couple of minutes later the red stallion walked back down with two other mares that she was familiar with; then again, she was indeed familiar with all of Ponyville.

“Pinkie!” Applejack happily shouted running towards her, Pinkie got up doing the same eventually embracing each other in a hug, feeling a great happiness after so long and much that happened.

“It’s great to see you back together.” Cheerilee commented wrapping an arm around Big Mac smiling

“Say,” the orange mare started pulling her head back, “Ah don’t suppose you brought more clothes.”

“Nope, this is was only one and closest I got to my size,” the pink mare replied, already taking note of the current state that the other two were in, clothed in sweat and shamelessness.

Applejack sighed before releasing herself from Pinkie, “that’s alright, but what brings you here?”

“I want your help to figure something out over at the castle of the Two Sisters, but I don’t want to go alone.” the pink mare answered.

The purple mare gasped before speaking, “why? The elements don’t work anymore…”

“It’s not about the elements,” Pinkie looked down at her arm, “it’s about the Canterlot incident… and myself.”

“Well, we can’t go at this late of an hour,” Big Mac interjected, “if mah gut is right, then they’ll be mighty busy investigating the incident; Dainn wouldn’t let something that threatens his rule like this go easy.”

“Yeah, some rest would be good,” Pinkie yawned.

“Okay, ah’ll be making the beds,” the red stallion walked off, Cheerilee following suit.

Soon enough, they were sleeping in their respective beds, the red stallion underneath the comforter while the rest slept in the circular cots. Little did Pinkie know that the next days were going to be the most important days for her, and by extension, all of Equestria. The end of the nightmare has begun and even now the daydreams of the beginning ended up materialized into reality itself.