Author's Notes:

Bold - Character Narrating (Either Perspective or Narrator)
Italics - Character's Thoughts
Color - Character Who's Narrating or Thinking: Vallan
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A long long long time ago... when Equestria was first beginning to grow into the country it would soon be known across the world. Legends and stories of heroes, villains, and monsters were still new to the continent. Many of its land was still new and fresh, cities were still small villages while notable legends were like any other pony… before even the rule of alicorns.

Celestia and Luna were still hidden from the public eye, only a specified few knowing of their existence… the two sisters were sadly not ready for the world… not ready to rule Equestria yet. Having been discovered by Starswirl the Bearded, the two sisters were kept hidden in a castle within the Everfree Forest where they were protected by loyal knights and friends of Starswirl. While the existence of these two powerful beings were kept hidden, they still had little control of their powers; like foals, they needed somepony to guide them… that was what Starswirl was there for.

Soon as the ages would past they would become great leaders; they would become the princesses of the sun and moon… but this isn’t about them. No, it’s about another set of figures… back when both alicorns were still new to Equestria and it’s ponies. This was a story full of adventure, monsters, lands unknown… and… love… but not the love you think… but, the love of companionship. The two sisters will forever change as well as many more who’ll encounter these nine heroes… or, villains.

While some legends are known far and wide, others were forgotten. This legend was kept hidden to all, with the two living beings who know of it’s story being both Celestia and Luna. This story has many names and many titles, but only one was ever true… this was the story, of “The Nine Stars of Maniae”… the stars of insanity.

Once upon a time, when Equestria was still anew… the three pony tribes; pegasus, unicorn, and earth pony, wished to follow under one flag. Still… with no ruler for them to choose, the tribes leaders await the day somepony worthy would lead them in their new land… but, within the tribes very ranks… signs of treason are slowly growing… War, is coming.

With the alicorn sisters not properly trained, there was no possible way to stop such a war from happening… unless… a miracle were to appear. A miracle so grand and great… that not even the greatest of prophecies could outweigh the importance it gave to all of Equestria and its ponies… And of course, our story begins… with a reason… because…

No story can’t begin when there isn’t a reason to why a story has begun.

In another land… another world… another time… another place…

Deep within the outstretching deserts of an unknown continent… the sound of metal can be heard across the seemingly endless halls of the underground castle. The castle, which was made not of stone… but of metal; it’s floors paved of glistening stone, patterns of colors shone below. The halls roof were the darkest black… seeming as if it were an endless hole above those who walked down these halls. The noise continued to grow louder and louder and louder, what seemed to be the sound of metal hitting metal turned into the sound of gunfire and explosions… A battle was being waged.

Within the castle’s core, was a tall obelisk-like object, the center glowing of a yellow light… an orb, brimming of energy sparking the castle to life... defending itself against invaders. While the castle’s king was busy handling… other things, the king’s loyal knights stand tall, defending the heart of the castle. Nine invaders against nine knights… sword against sword, gun against gun, fist against bloody fist… it was indeed a fight nonetheless.

But to whom were these knights, willing to risk their lives to defend such a holy object? Why… they my readers… are the main characters. “BLOODY ELL!” shouted one of the “knights”.

Sadly to say… I digress with my description of knights… for these were vagabonds and criminals, aren’t the sort of heroes who’d you be thinking about. These nine souls, their hearts full of the most psychotic kind… follow the king of insanity himself; his known by many titles, the Four Jinxes, the Green Menace, the Moving Plague, Green Eye… Versales… well, maybe that last one was more of an alias than a title.

Known as the greatest terrorist to ever roam this vast world, the gang leader of a notorious criminal group… and once or twice a suicide bomber on his side-job as a mercenary. He was a man of great strength, both physically and spiritually; none would stand his grand power… that’s were we have the invaders.

The great king and his fellow “knights” were suddenly attacked within their very castle… by ten familiar foes. While in another world or life, “he” would be considered dead, the leader of the intruders face one-on-one with the king; fighting him in another part of the massive castle. Whilst the knights faced the lead intruder’s followers… yet even though our knights of insanity are the protagonists of our story… the intruders being the antagonists… this isn’t a story about heroes…

It’s a story… about villains; behold, known across this world they follow this king, with unwavering loyalty until the end. They themselves are called by many names… but… you can call them by one notorious title they themselves give…

Ins0ne Par1y…

“BY THE DEITIES, MATHREE! YOU WERE IN CHARGE OF PATROLLING THE PERIMETER AND MAKING SURE NOBODY FOUND OUR BASE! BECAUSE OF YOU, THE BOSS IS LITERALLY GOING TO BLOW UP EVERYTHING IN HIS PATH NOW!”

Now, let’s introduce each of the members of this wicked group of psychopaths. The one shouting is the group’s strategist/hacker/genius/another word for “Smart-ass”, Arnold Ingine aka A.I, who was currently dodging a stray bullet fly by.

“Oh shut your gob, Arny! OY TIM, NEED A LITTLE HELP HERE!” shouted Mathree, blocking an attack.

The big lug of a giant who’s coming to the aid of his smaller yet nimble partner is the organization’s muscle man himself, and the only member who says one single line… ever; Tim Vlion. “BOHO!” shouted Tim, saying his iconic line whilst throwing a punch at Mathree’s assailant.

Meanwhile at the farther side of the battlefield, are a pair of two figures, both similar yet different. These would be the twins, Lov Kel and Eliya Kel, “The Kel Sisters”… Who are currently dodging and parrying synchronously together toward their own pair of opponents.

“Sis! You’re up!” shouted Lov, giggling in delight.

“Yeah yeah, whatever,” said Eliya, throwing an arrange of throwing stars.

The twins spin, jump, and duck, nary a scratch or a wound on them; on the opposite side of them is the luscious and trickiest member of this crazed group. Known to be their spy, and handler with shady deals and exchanges, is the beautifully deadly, Loarven Swuen. “Tut tut, my my… aren’t you the feisty one,” said Swuen, lifting a finger up. Did I forget to mention she’s also an assassin. “I’m surprised you want to fight me… I can kill you where you stand, and that’s not me being boastful… Not like that demon child.”

“WHAT YOU CALL ME YOU BITCH!?” screamed Mathree, waving his knife like a toy.

Ah yes how could I forget, Mathree aka Maxwell Arvion III; a fallen prince from a fallen kingdom… Who’s sadly been cursed, targeted to be killed by his own family no less… and don’t get me started on his tendency too… well… I rather not say. Mathree is this group’s… uhhhmmm… well… I have no idea what he is. Oh right, his their… “enforcer” or in better terms loose-cannon which is funny considering the group his in. While Mathree seems the type to kill his own allies, he has his advantages and uses; with him being part royalty his a very charismatic individual surprisingly, making him gain access to parts or areas… that you wouldn’t be able to enter. His also the one responsible with the organization’s finances and loot shockingly… though, he is the greedy bugger so he would be protective of money and sorts.

“Insult me again ‘woman’, and I’ll shove this knife so far up your-”

“Boho,” said Tim, interrupting Mathree.

“Whhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaatttt!” shouted Mathree in response. “What you mean they’re going to blow up the core! It’ll level this entire place to the ground dammit!”

“Don’t worry your little head boyo, I got this,” This here is the speedster of the group, Rubert Crane; while he isn’t like the others with their own feats and powers, Rubert is quiet the remarkable engineer, having his own devices to increase his speed and maneuverability. His also the blacksmith of their little gang, creating weapons for them… though, he does it more of a hobby than his main job. The vehicles he makes are also very important, considering each member either go out in single or duo missions sometimes, making him a valuable member.

Near the core, some of the invaders near it plan to destroy this entire base… but protecting it is Rubert’s younger sibling, Joseph Crane; he… well...

“BLOW UP MOTHAFUC-” A loud explosion is heard across the whole area, the cloud of dust near some of the invaders, but not harming done and only leaving them with shallow cuts from the shrapnel.

...He blows things up; while that may seem a crude way to explain his skills, Joseph is a master in bombs, grenades, dynamite, mines, guns… that use explosives, and way more explosive weaponry to count. Now… your wondering, “Why does this organization need somebody like him?”… I ask myself everyday. Every single one of these members are insane, psychotic, reckless, bunch of “children”…

Oh right, where are my manners… I haven’t introduced myself… Don’t let my manners fool you… I’m more different than I am from the outside. My name, is Vallan; second-in-command, clone, and mercenary. Now what I can tell you about myself is… well...

“Joseph, Rubert; protect the core! Mathree! You, Tim, and the twins make sure none of these intruders leave… alive! Swuen your with A.I, get our security systems online!” shouted Vallan.

I’m more of the silent type, who only speaks when needed to; I’m an expert with my two custom-made guns, “Blood & Spirit”. Now they may be the same weapon but, both weaponry are unique on their own will. I’m able to use an arrange of different type of ammunition from average bullets, explosive, sticky, EMP, and more. They’re also only can be used by myself only… they are genetically sealed, meaning only I can use them… Well, that’s half true.

“And what might you, our glorious ‘leader’ are you going to be doing?” asked Mathree, speaking in a mocking tone.

“I’ll handle their leader’s second-in-command. You do your part...” said Vallan, twirling both guns in his hands. “And I’ll do mine.”

“Darling, would it be fine to listen to some music… We can’t fight without music, now can we,” said Swuen, smiling deviously.

“You spoke the words right outta my mouth sister,” said Mathree. “HIT IT TIM!”

“Boooohoooo,” said Tim. Reaching toward a device, rectangular in size and black in color, the machine came to life, spewing it’s song of battle… and practically our anthem.

“There’s nothing like a bloodbath in the morning!” shouted Mathree, charging with his blade forward.

The battle felt like it lasted for decades… sadly, time doesn’t matter to someone like me. Considering we’re underground and we could have been here fighting for days. The opponent before me stood tall, with her weapon clutched with both hands… do I mention she was a woman. Now I’m no sexist, but no matter what opponent I may face… I’ll fight without holding anything back… I did gain the rep for being remorseless in battle and missions.

In the middle of the battle, a stray arrow from the enemy side shot toward the boombox… destroying it with the music from it. “YOU SON OF A… Ohhhh your going to get it now… DIE MOTHA-”

Mathree didn’t get the chance to finish his line… he was sent flying toward the twins who themselves were having enough trouble themselves. Now stuck in a pile of bodies, the intruders make their move to attack.

“Dammit kid! Watch were your swinging that thing!” shouted Eliya.

“Oy, who you calling kid?!” said Mathree.

“Sis! Watch out!” shouted Lov. Above Eliya was an enemy sword ready to slice off her arm; but coming to the rescue was Tim. Now Tim’s body is harder than any metal I ever witnessed. The man is a living tank, and he can handle blow by blow. With his tremendous strength, he grips the enemy’s sword and bends it as if it were a spoon.

“BOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” screamed Tim, bellowing out his signature line. With a powerful punch, he sends the enemy soldier crashing into a wall, knocking him unconscious. With huff of his nose, a long stream of steam comes out, flexing his arm in triumph.

Mathree frees himself of the pile he was in, looking around he notices a loud beeping noise. Searching for the source of the noise, Mathree finds a bomb on the side of the core… a bomb that isn’t their bomb.

“...Son of a bitc-”

A loud thunderous explosion echoes across the large open space, stopping everyone in their tracks. With Joseph and Rubert who were nearest to the core were sent tumbling down, who were luckily unscathed by the explosion or any nearby shrapnel.

“WOOOOOHOOOOOOO! Now that… was an explosion!” shouted Joseph, gleefully clapping.

“Please tell me that wasn’t you, Joseph...” said Rubert, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“Nay… wish it were me though,” said Joseph, smiling stupidly.

Before Rubert could retort a response, a loud crackling can be heard behind them; the two brothers turn around to find the core to be sparking… dangerously so. I, who was busy with a staring contest with my own opponent noticed the odd silence. “Why’s everything quiet all of sudden?” thought Vallan, turning to see his question answered. “Oh… that’s why.”

“RUN!” shouted one intruder.

“THAT THING’S GONNA BLOW!” shouted another intruder.

All nine intruders ran from the soon to be crater sized hole, while myself and my allies watched in blind curiosity… What would happen if an explosive object were to make contact with an all-powerful energy source, which is the equivalent of five nuclear bombs? You get an explosion big enough to take out twelfth a continent, that’s what.

As the core implodes, it sucks everything up like a black-hole, both us, the nearby debris, and anything of value to us gets sucked to oblivion… Now this isn’t one of my worse days in my life… but it’s certainly one of my more interesting ones. The first to be absorbed in are the Crane brothers, Joseph and Rubert. Following behind them is the lifeless body of Mathree, unconscious luckily; next was Swuen who had A.I. in her grasp, both the two tumbling away. Nearing close was Tim, holding both the twins into a tight hug… and finally myself.

There is of course a tenth person, our boss… but his currently fighting the intruders’ ringleader; an old enemy of his… and previous target of mine. You ever have one of those days where you regret to not do one thing in the past… well… I’m having one of those days.

“Bloody deities… I hate my life,” said Vallan, crossing his legs and arms whilst flying toward the growing black-hole.

In a snap of a finger… all members of Ins0ne Par1y are sucked into another world. Let’s hope our boss can take care of himself while we’re away.

In another world of another time… a nation is being born; in a castle deep within a mountain range, a certain… unicorn eyes the skies with her telescope. The unicorn in question wore a cloak with a piece of rope tied around her neck to keep the somewhat frail looking cloth together. The pony, whom was a mare had a coat close to the color of silver, her mane and tail being of mixture of light and dark green… her eyes were of touch of purple, sparkling under the glow of the moon.

“Ahh… nothing like some good stargazing to lighten tonight’s mood,” said the unicorn, smiling whilst keeping an eye in her telescope.

The unicorn in question gave an inquisitive rise of her brow… when the sky began to glow brighter than usual. “Hmmm… What in the heavens?” said the unicorn. With a flick of her horn, the unicorn zoomed into the strange lights in the sky. “...My… word...”

In another part of the same world, on a cloud was a pegasus, gazing sleepily at the calm night sky. Her mane and tail were close to resembling a calming campfire, she wore armor suited to that of a solider, her coat and wings were of a mixture of yellow and orange; with her eyes being of a darkened blue. “Tonight’s beautiful,” said the pegasus, smiling.

In an instant, a bright light temporarily blinds the poor mare; quickly reacting to the sudden light. The poor pegasus gasps seeing the sight before her eyes. “IN THE NAME OF- I mean… wha-wha-what is that!?” said the pegasus, meekly shocked. “I-I-I need to-to-to tell the C-C-Co-Commander, qui-quickly!”

Elsewhere, a pony naps under a tree on top a hill; the pony has no horn nor wings. The normal looking pony has a shirt that was made for equines and a hat on her earthly green mane; her eyes were of a teal color as her eyes slowly open, awoken by the bright light. “Wha? Who’s there?” asked the pony, shaking herself awake.

Looking up the pony’s eyes widen, both in shock and interest. “Well I’ll be… now that’s something you don’t see everyday,” said the pony, lifting her hat up to see.

Far far within a mysterious dark forest, a castle surrounded by a cavern is covered in the light of the moon. On one of it’s many towers, a winged and horned being, both young and powerful stares at ‘her’ night sky. The mare in question, her mane and tail swishing against the air, glistening like the stars itself. Her coat is a dark blue, but light enough to tell it’s blue and not black; the strange half unicorn-pegasus being gawks at the night sky… shocked at the very spectacle before her.

“By the moon… Whom has done this, for even though I control the moon and stars… I am not responsible for such a feat,” said the large pony, her eyes glued onto the event before her.

In the starry sky… was the most beautiful and brilliant sight that anypony in the soon-to-be Equestria has ever seen. For while this continent’s residents have arrived here some time ago… they themselves are shocked to see such a rare sight; in the sky were nine comets, glowing brightly as the sun itself.

Each of the comets were unique from one another, showing their own sign of beauty; one comet flew by, leaving a trail of tiny explosions, leaving those looking in wonder. Another moved quick as the wind, not slowing down the slightest. A pair of small comets twirled together making it look as if they were one; another small comet violently shook in different directions but, surprisingly was able to keep up with it’s fellow brethren. A very large comet while not as quick as the others, shone with such resolve that it would make anypony smile from staring at it. One comet, slim and slender moved elegantly in the sky, not slowing down or quickening it’s own speed at the slightest. The eighth comet had an interesting color of hues, switching from a light blue to a dark gray… as if it didn’t decide what to be yet.

However, in the center of all of these comets was one that was normal as any comet’s size; it’s colors were a mixture of green and purple, leaving a trail of green with a purple hue surrounding the green. Surprisingly, all the other comets followed the green comet… as if it were it’s leader… but out of this beautiful sight… there was one thing that caught the giant mare’s attention.

“Is… is that… is that music?” thought the mare. With a lift of her ears, she listened and indeed it was music… but where? It then came to her realization that the music was coming from the comets, each one crashing into pairs; the two small comets crash by a nearby military camp of the pegasi tribe’s. The second pair, the slender comet and the comet switching between colors crashed near the unicorn’s recently built city, Canterlot, on a mountain adjacent of it. The third pair, the speedster comet and the explosive comet crash near a settlement of earth ponies; which left the final pair of comets to crash near the castle in the mysterious forest, these comets being the miniature comet and the giant comet.

“Wait? What happened to the comet leading the others?” thought the mare, searching the sky.

Looking for the ninth comet, the mare spotted the last comet, crashing somewhere in between where it’s other fellow comets fell. Surprisingly enough, where the ninth comet fell is where the music was coming from too. A certain word arrives to the mare’s ear from the strange music… a word that’s both unfamiliar to her and to possibly many others.

“...What’s… a hand?” asked the mare, rubbing her her chin in thought.