Author's Notes:

Warning: The following chapter contains heavy swearing and pure randomness.

Note: This chapter is also to say thank you for 100 followers, you guys are just amazing. And I needed to publish something for this story because the crossover is taking longer than expected.

Enjoy the violent cursing my loyal readers and followers.

The mobians and ponies had noticed that Metal had gotten very aggressive and aggravated over the past week, so they decided to give him time to himself in his Sky Palace. However, a strange being was going to make that difficult.

One night, Metal lay on his cloud bed in sleep mode.

'Get out...'

Metal ignored the cryptic voice.

'Get out of the house...'

Metal slightly shifted in annoyance.

'Get out of the-'

Metal awoke violently and began shouting at the voice. "Why don't you get your tongue outta yer daddy's asshole so I can ram yo mamas cock up there you j*** gurgling pile of monkey spunk?!" The voice went silent. "Nothing to say now huh?"

'There's...just a lot to unpack there...'

"Well then wake me up when you figure it out shit stick." With that Metal went back to sleep.

The next morning Metal walked to his kitchen and made a cup of coffee. When he turned around his chairs were all stacked on the dining table. He threw his cup at the ground and flipped the table over. "Where's your pussy ass art project now fuck nut?"

'It wasn't supposed to be art! It was supposed to scare you! God forget it I'm leaving!' Metal then heard a door close.

"Oh no you fucking don't."

The next night at Sugarcube Corner, Pinkie Pie slept soundly in her bedroom.

'Pinkie Pie, get out of the house!' Pinkie awoke to find red liquid seeping out of her walls.

"Gaaahhh!" Just then Metal broke through the window.

"Hey fuck clown! If you're ragging so bad then why don't you take your mamas tampon outta yer daddy's asshole and lick it clean before you shove it up your pussy!?"

'Stop talking about my dads asshole! I-I'll leave town ok? Oh, and FYI, that's not blood, that's strawberry jam, m'lady, the insulation is leaking. All I did, was turn your painting upside-down, live with it!'

Pinkie turned to Metal. "Do you think he was right about the insulation, that could be very expensive for the cakes."

"Hmm, well I guess that depends on IF I GIVE A FUCK!!!" He jumped backwards out of the smashed window and landed in the garbage. "Aw, fuck!"