Authors note: So yeah, I've been typing this a lot in the past few days. The reason for that is that I've gotten about 4 hours of sleep in the last 60 hours and I've been incredibly bored. That's all I'm going to say, I hope you enjoyed briefly reading about my life. I'd blame that for why my writing is so bad, but my writing is always bad, so that would be a big fat lie. Either way, you're reading this, so here we go!
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Paul walked through the silent streets of Ponyville whistling to himself. It was long past sunset so not a single pony was out at this time. Perfect for what Paul was planning. He carried a large plastic container in each hand. The gasoline swished around inside with each step.

By now I'm sure you can guess what's going on, but I'm going to explain it anyways. Paul takes his revenge seriously. He wasn't joking when he said those stupid ponies at the office-building-thing would regret treating him badly. He approached the white painted one-story building and kicked one of the windows in the front in. The glass shattered easily allowing Paul to climb inside. They didn't even have a security system.

He wasted no time in pulling the cap off one of his gasoline containers and pouring it on everything. He jumped around on the various tables elegantly spreading the flammable liquid to every corner of the building. Once his two containers were empty and he was satisfied with his work he stepped back out of the window and pulled a box of matches out of his chest cavity along with his sunglasses and duster. He put on the long black coat and sunglasses before lighting up a match and flicking it through the window.

As soon as the match left his claw he turned away and started walking while spouting an epic one liner that no one else would hear. "Hell, it's about time." The second he finished saying that the match landed inside the building and ignited the gasoline. The fire spread to every corner of the building, blowing out the windows from the sudden release of energy with a loud 'BOOM'. It was hardly an explosion, but it was enough to make Paul feel pretty cool while he walked away.

Before long the building was a blazing inferno. Just about the entire town had heard the explosion and came to see what was going on and were now crowded around outside the burning wreckage. Even some firefighter ponies pulling a wagon full of water that was connected to some hoses arrived, but the water hardly did anything to stop the gas fire. Within an hour the building was just a pile of black smoking debris.

Paul had observed his handy work from afar near the edge of the Everfree forest and was satisfied with the results. Hopefully the police would be bad enough to where they wouldn't find the match he started the fire with or figure out that it was fueled by gasoline, or more specifically, link the crime to him. But if they did he could just leave anyways. Revenge is important. Paul noticed a group of ponies that were crying about the flames while most of the town went back to their homes. He could clearly pick out the two ponies he'd seen working there. The others must be other employees or the owners of the building.

Paul chuckled to himself as he turned and left into the forest. Stupid ponies, like he even cares about their feelings.

Now that that was over I'm sure you're wondering where he got all these things from. I'm talking about the duster, the sunglasses, and the gasoline. He obviously bought them with the money he made from working at Applejack's farm you dumb head. She pays him up front, and though he doesn't make a ton of money, it's a lot when you don't have to pay taxes or anything.

Paul's next destination was to where he had killed the necromancer. Perhaps he could find where his home was from there and learn some necromancy from a book or something. It was a short run to the site of the murder which would have just looked like a normal area in the forest to anyone else. This was mainly because both the bodies were now missing. Paul was smart though and he recognized the area, as well as some faint prints in the dirt. The bodies were most likely just eaten by some animals, but the necromancer's house was still likely close by.

He spent about thirty minutes checking everything within a mile of that when he finally found what he was looking for. Well, not exactly, he found a huge zombie monster outside of a cave.

To avoid being original or explaining what it looked like (and because I love this creature design) it looked just like this. <Check the link bro!

Anyways, this thing was just standing outside the cave, clearly guarding whatever was inside. It stood at least twice as tall as Paul, but he knew exactly what he had to do. He was gonna go beat the shit out of it! He walked out from behind his tree and the creature instantly took notice of him and made a low growling sound. Paul was undeterred by the noise and continued walking at the thing while cracking his knuckles. This was gonna' be easy.

Once he got close enough he lunged suddenly punching the creature square in the chest with all the force he could. It didn't even move from the attack and just continued to stare at Paul with an angry look on its face. It took Paul a few seconds to register that his attack hadn't done anything, by the time he did it was too late though. The monster simply slapped Paul across the head knocking him away.

Paul stumbled around for a few moments trying to shake the stars out of his vision. That had really hurt. Ok, I'll just have to try a different approach. The thing wasn't going to give him time to do this though and before Paul could realize what was going on it had ran up to him and back handed him across the face. It continued by uppercutting him in the jaw with its other arm knocking him off his feet and into a nearby bush.

Paul lay there for a few seconds in a daze before quickly scrambling to his feet. The zombie monster seemed to have completely forgotten about him and returned to the front of the cave. If only I had a fish or something, i could slap the shit out of it for sure! It looked like he would simply have to try harder.

Paul walked out from the bushes and once again moved towards the zombie monster. It noticed him once again and started growling. Paul smiled to himself as he started channeling his economic energon into one of his claws. This thing wouldn't stand a ghost of a chance this time! He looked down while shaping the energon into a sword. He looked up again to find that the monster was charging at him. It quickly grabbed his head in one hand and his tail in another and lifted him over its head. Paul instantly forgot about his energon as he flailed his arms and legs in hope of stopping what was about to happen.

It wasn't very effective. The creature just tossed him at a nearby tree. He smacked into it with enough force to kill a grizzly bear. Then gravity took over and he once again found himself lying in a bush. Paul stood up and stretched his back, thankfully his spine had taken most of the force from the blow. Once again, the monster had returned to the front of the cave.

"Fuck this noob shit!" Shouted Paul. Now he meant business. Without a second thought he started firing economy lasers at the creature, most of which hit. The creature, now covered in burns and small puncture wounds just turned its head towards Paul looking even angrier than ever as it began to charge at him. Paul shuddered, that many lasers would have killed almost any animal. Then he realized his mistake. This was no mere animal, this was a zombie animal!

He could have probably just run away, but Paul was still angry at the creature for slapping his shit so he charged, ready to hit it with as much energon as he could.

"Well you freaking stop?!" Yelled someone from nearby. The creature and Paul both halted their charge and looked over to the source of the voice. It was the necromancer again, just he was not dead and stuff. "What the hay is wrong with you? First you slap my bunny monster to death with a fish, then you slap me to death with a fish. But no, that's not good enough for you. Now you have to come shoot Stephen with lasers?! What did he do to deserve this!?!?"

"Stephen?" Asked Paul confused by multiple things that were happening at the moment.

"Yes Stephen! What did you think his name was?" Asked the pony while pointing a hoof to the big zombie monster.

"I guess I didn't think it had a name." Said Paul honestly.

"Why wouldn't he have a name?!"

"Well, I guess because he's a zombie monster."

"What?! Just because he's a zombie monster that doesn't mean he doesn't have feelings!"

Then Paul felt very ashamed. He had assumed things about Stephen just because he's an undead abomination of nature. He was no better than the ponies! "Oh, I didn't think about that." Said Paul honestly. "I'm really sorry..."

"Tell Stephen that!" Shouted the necromancer.

Paul turned to Stephen and lowered his head ashamed at how he had acted. "Sorry Stephen, i guess I misjudged you. Can you ever forgive me?"

Stephen just stood there growling to itself like always.

"Stephen says he'll think about it." Said the necromancer. As he turned to go back into the cave.

"Wait! I came here to find you." Said Paul.

"What?! Killing me once wasn't enough?" Shouted the necromancer pony angrily.

"Well, I was actually hoping to learn how to use necromancy so I could revive my friend. The fish that i slapped you with. Also why are you alive anyways?"

"I'm a lich now you idiot, don't you know anything about necromancy?!"

"Well I guess that makes sense, now can you help me?"

The necromancer sighed. "Well, I suppose I DID get my cutie mark from being kind and generous..." He pointed at the skull tattoo on his thigh while saying this. "So I guess I'll help you since you apologized. Unfortunately we can't simply revive your friend again."

"But why not?!"

"Because he's already been reanimated once, you can't just keep reviving something over and over again. That would be OP."

"Ok, so what do we do?"

"I'm not going to do anything, you can do it yourself. You'll need to put his soul into a new body to revive him."

"Alright, how do I do that?" Asked Paul.

"It's very tricky, come into my cave and I'll teach you everything I know." Said the pony while walking into his cave.

"Wait! What's your name?" Asked Paul, he was tired of just thinking of him as 'the necromancer'.

"I'm an OC pony, someone wasn't creative enough to give me a name." Said the pony offhandedly while walking into the cave entrance. I guess he'll still just be 'the necromancer' then.

Paul returned home in the morning. He had spent all night with the necromancer learning all sorts of things and it was almost time for work now. He entered the library tree to grab some food quickly before heading to the apple farm/orchard. As soon as he walked into the building he was verbally assaulted.

"And where were you last night!?" Yelled Twilight. "And why are you all covered in dirt and bruises?"

Paul hadn't even noticed the bruises on his face and back until she said something, likely from his fight with Stephen. They would heal soon enough so he didn't think about them for long. He turned back to Twilight and sighed, was there no end to his eternal torment? Does the universe have no shame? Making a small purple unicorn nag him... "I was in the forest, where else would I be?"

"Oh I don't know, there was a fire in Ponyville so I just have to assume THAT YOU DID THAT!" She yeleld at him. She clearly thought he started the fire.

"Woah what? Where was the fire?" Paul was just going to play it like he had no idea what she was talking about.

"You know perfectly well where. It was at the office building on the other side of town."

"You mean the small white one? Noway, I went there looking for a job yesterday. Good thing they didn't hire me I guess."

"Wait what? A job?"

"Well duh, I need a job while I'm here. I got one at Applejack's farm. Speaking of which I have to head over there right now." Said Paul hoping to get away from the purple unicorn thing.

She clearly wasn't completely sure he started the fire now so she went to the next subject. "Wait a second! Do you care to explain why I found a frozen fish in an ice chest in the freezer?!"

"I can explain that... Umm, well that's Stephen. He's my friend. Please don't ask, just leave him in there for like a week. I'll, ugh, barry him after that." Paul said awkwardly. "Anyways, I got to go to work! See you later!" Paul quickly turned and sprinted out the door before Twilight could do anything to stop him.

Twilight stood there for a while just thinking about what had just happened. Ok, he had a dead fish friend in the freezer? He was clearly even more insane than she had previously thought. Oh well, better just leave it for now. getting rid of the fish will just make him suspicious.

She still thought that he probably started the fire at the office, fires like that don't just happen, but there was no proof. And according to him he was out in the forest all night doing Celestia knows what. At least he got a job so he wouldn't be hanging around the library all the time.

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I fell asleep halfway through this chapter, I ran out of mountain dew so I couldn't stay up forever. Anyways, yeah, the zombie monster gets a name but not the OC ponies. Nobody likes OC ponies...