After two solid hours of named two hundred and sixty eight I sat down at the dining table and started eating a bowl of popcorn cause fuck it. “Christ…” I grumble as I much on popcorn finally. “Naming is hard…”

“Greetings sir.” Edward said, placing a plate with an inch thick cooked steak, large scoop of mashed potatoes and gravy and a equally large pile of corn and peas mixed in front of me. He also placed a glass of what I think is wine and next to the plate and a small bowl of vanilla ice cream behind my plate. “Your personal family doctor will be arriving from the family home world soon and your father will arrive around seven or eight in the afternoon.”

“Thank you Edward.” I nod before putting my finished bowl of popcorn to the side as I started eating my next amount of food. “Is Joy doing well with his work?” I ask curiously, hoping the little guy is doing good. “Or has he even started?”

“He is managing though it seems the subject is difficult for him to a degree. Miss Jenny does well enough.”

“That’s good.” I nod. “Um...is there a family therapist? I...have a feeling Jenny’s going to need someone to talk to that isn’t me, even if she needs to think things through.”

“I will inform the new doctor when she arrives. Would you care to view her profile?”

“Sure.” I nod. “Might as well know the new doctor before she arrives.”

Edward handed me the file and I opened it and looked it over.

Dr. Navare
Age: 47
Gender: F
Race: Human
Doctorates:
Masters Anatomy
Masters Biology
Masters Bioengineering
Masters Advanced Magics
Masters Advanced Alchemy
Masters Advanced Bio-Reconfiguring
Summary:
Well read and educated, is rather strict with patients, does well with children, Makes all prescribed medicines both magic and science based herself. Takes no chances.

“Quite a doctor.” I say with a nod. “I’m sure she’ll like it here...maybe.” I shrug, continuing to eat my food.

“She is ranked 387 in the families best performing doctors. It's a thousand numbered list.”

“Jeez.” I frown. “Well...a doctor is always needed, no matter what their number is. As long as they can back up their words and master degrees then I’m fine.”

Edward nodded. He left to do something and then Joy came up to the table, Edward reappeared and gave him the same as what I was eating, only the wine was replaced with a…Pepsi. “Thank you.” Joy smiles, taking a sip of his pepsi and digging in.

“Hey Joy.” I say to him, the pup nodding. “Surprised to see Jenny have wings?”

“Yeah, she told me she was Gilda’s daughter.” Joy says. “But...I could tell she’s been thinking a lot. What did you do?”

“Just a father daughter talk.” I say honestly. “Jenny just needs some time to think...and the both of us will be there, me as her father, and you as her boyfriend.” I chuckle.

“Jenny was a tad surprised about me being in charge of the CMC, but honestly those three are just silly marshmallows trying to be ‘tough’.” Joy chuckles happily. “But I was told you adopted 269 kids...why?”

“I also got an extra wife.” I say with a shrug. “But hey, they were all stuck in a hell hole and I didn’t want them to be there anymore...so there all my kids now.”

“I expected you to have a ton of kids from all your fiance's.” Joy chuckles.

“God only knows if I can walk after making sure about that.” I sigh out. “Wonder if any of them will be here to eat...or Jenny appear to talk more…”

Joy and I ate for a while before someone else appeared. It was Jack. He took a seat at the table and looked around, rather confused.

“Hello.” I say to the little boy. “How are you doing?”

He looked over at me. “Better I guess...how did...I get like this?” He asked, pointing at his new body. “I…I don't remember much…but I know I didn't look like this.”

“It’s alright.” I say. “But you are now my son, and because of some magical mumbo jumbo, you became part Zebra, because your mother is my fiance Zecora.” I explain. “Remember the woman you hugged a lot?”

“Yeah...she just felt... safe when I woke up. How come I can't remember anything before waking up?”

“That’s...rather complicated.” I sigh out.

“Hello. My names Joy.” Joy says to the child with a smile.

“Are you… my brother? Mom said I got a LOT of sisters and one baby brother…”

“You have a baby brother, a brother that is about your age, and a lot of sisters.” I explain. “But Joy is your Uncle. He’s my little brother.” I say while patting Joy’s head.

“Oh…so who's the brother my age?”

“Sadly that brother hasn’t woken up yet. He...went through a lot.” I say nervously. “But he is your mama Rarity’s son. But how are you feeling about everything right now? Besides feeling like something's amiss?”

“Just confused. I can't remember anything from before waking up here, so I can't tell what's odd and what's normal. The few things that are coming to mind are picture books of farms and such.”

“I do have a friend that works at a farm. If you want I can take you there.” I say honestly, finishing my food and starting to eat my ice cream.

“Alright. What kind of farm is it?”

“Apple farm.” I tell the child.

“Just apples?”

“Not sure if it’s a hundred percent apples, but there are many species of apples, and one kind of magic apple that only happens a few days of the year.” I explain.

“Huh. Alright. So…what is this place? I can tell it's a castle but…the location just feels so…unfamiliar.”

“Well this is your new home.” I say honestly. “But...it’s a long and slightly complicated story.” I sigh out. “I’m sorry I don’t know how to explain it without sounding silly...but have you ever thought about if other worlds had life?”

“I think…I remember reading it was a possibility. Not sure where.”

“Well you're on a different world called Equestria.” I say honestly. “A land filled with sunshine, rainbows, and all sorts of magical things.”

“So… a relatively peaceful world?”

“Yep.” I nod. “But crazy things tend to happen on a weekly basis so...there’s always a time when things in happy land aren’t always so happy.” I chuckle.

“Is…there a government or is it all one for oneself?”

“Oh god no.” I say honestly. “The many countries of this world has either a monarchy, a diarchy, or a kind of ‘rite’ system to be in charge.” I explain. “For instance, the rulers of Equestria are Princess Celestia and Princess Luna, even though I’m going to marry Princess Luna and have the title of ‘prince’, even have a fancy crown for it,” I explain while pointing to my silver crown. “I most likely don’t have a major say in the politics...nor do I want to get involved with that complicated crap. While in the Dragon Lands, yes there are dragons, they have a ritual called the ‘Gauntlet of Fire’, where all dragons, whether male or female, can attempt to try and get a staff that shows you are the Dragonlord.” I explain, mentally thanking Honora for explaining that all to me. “Does that make sense?”

“As much as suddenly being part wolf and Zebra with no memories. So…this land is Equestria…is the…Princesses just leaders or…?”

“The princesses don’t just sit around doing jack nothing acting all ‘I’m the best thing in the world’, they help their subjects the best they can, willing to fight for the innocent as hard as they can...also Celestia and Luna control the sun and moon respectively.” I explain.

“Huh…odd evolution.”

“Magic is weird.” I shrug.

“Well that aside I guess I’ll explore this castle for a bit.” With that hallway got up and walked into the hallway.

“Okay.” I nod, finishing up my ice cream and sighing out. “That was good.” I smile, tapping my stomach and glad to have eaten.

“You the head of the house?” I turned around, seeing a woman in a lab coat, red hair and was carrying only a white box with a red cross on it.

“Yes I am.” I nod. “And you must be Dr. Navare?”

“Yes.” She placed the small box on the table and opened it, pulling out a metal syringe with a glowing yellow liquid.

Me and Joy both take a deep breath...before leaping away and me summoning Vexen’s shield and Joy somehow summoning Lindwyrm.

“Nope!” The both of us say at the same time. “No needles!” We both say in fear, not liking this at all as we tried using our summoned weapons as shields.

“Ugh…babies.” She snapped her fingers and…our weapons disbanded and we were walking towards her, unable to control our bodies.

“You demi gods all think you're invincible. Psst. If that were true I’d be out of a job.” She made us both hold out an arm and injected us both with the yellow liquid.

“Ow!” Me and Joy both yelp. “Demigods can still have crippling fears of Needles…” I frown.

“Best way to inject high grade anti toxins. There are poisons that can kill you in ways of slowly to Slowly and PAINFULLY. This medical cocktail will neutralize any and all poisons that can affect you two…and now I got to do the rest of the house.”

“Still hate needles…” Joy mumbles, the both of us rubbing our arms.

“Well...thank you Dr. Nevare.” I say to the lady. “Just...wish you could have told us that before...but our reactions would have probably still been the same…” I say sheepishly.

“I figured. I’ll set up shop in one of the rooms. Oh, and Ben, your father is going to arrive soon so he told me to tell you to wait outside the castle.” Nevera said as she closed her box and began a search for her new office.

“Alright.” I nod, walking back to the table and getting all my plates and washing them real quick, putting the dishes down to dry and chugging my wine. “Off I go.”

“Tell dad I said hi.” Joy says while going back to eating his food.

“I will.” I say while heading outside to see Dad. After a little walk I opened the front doors and stepped out on the dirt road, taking a deep breath of fresh air.

After a few minutes a portal opened up and dad walked out of it. “Hey son.” He said, stretching, making audible pops from his joints.

“Hey dad.” I nod. “So, what’s on today’s docket?” I ask, stretching out as well and audible pops resounding from my joints as well. “Ah~, that’s nice.” I sigh out, feeling at least some stress leave my body.

“Today I guess I can teach you two things. First as my own personal keyblade technique, and none of the other kids know it so consider yourself lucky, and how to make omnipresent clones of yourself.”
I summon Reunion and spin it a little bit. “Thanks dad. So, I suppose there’s steps to learning this stuff or do I just have to learn these abilities all in one go?”

“It's a move I learned from having a Psychopath bound to my soul for…my whole life up till… two years ago? Yeah two years I think.”

“Crap.” I say, my eyes widening at hearing that. “Oh uh...did you hear how me and my Cherubim mother beat a Psychopath?” I ask curiously.

“Yes, and that's part of the reason I’m showing you this. What's the best way to kill a monster?”

“I can name at least three...but I doubt those mean anything to specific monsters.” I say with a frown. “But what is the best way to kill a monster?”

“With its own teeth.” Dad said, summoning a Keyblade that looked a LOT like the Void Keyblade and sliced his wrist with it, the blood flowing out of him and coating the blood, fixing the blade a dark red aura. “Sins Passed. Fueled by the users regrets. Mine is…I have my share.”

“I...have several…” I mutter bitterly. “But is that it?” I ask. “Use your past sins to help murder your opponents?”
“No better weapon than murder. That's what a Psychopath is after all, Murder given a body.”

“Sounds about right.” I nod. “I was about to say ‘destroy the heart or brain’...but I suppose just straight up murder seems like a better option...even though both of those choice count…” I say with a small frown. “So...is this a ‘last resort’ kind of thing?”

“The Psychopath you and Zechariah fought was dormant for a long time, so it was rusty. When you run into a more… active… one, use this move, breaks through their basic defenses and deals damage that would, to a planet, be a one hit genocide. To them, it's a forty percent hp drop per hit. Against those fuckers, that's a big number.”

“Christ.” My eyes widen at hearing that. “Well...that’s something.” I say with a little nod. “Well...that’ll help in several ways...I mean, in case I can’t save them or anything.”

“That's what the Humanity Blade is for, the True Psychopath acts, well, like a parasite that forms within the body. It's a Fact. Something that can't be Proven wrong. It's complicated but basically so long as there is murder and bloodshed there will be Psychopaths. But anyway, the humanity blade reaches to whatever is left of the original person, host, whatever you want to call them, and once it grasps them, purges the Psychopath out of the body while also giving the person a major dose of…guilt. The realization of what they did as a Psychopath hitting them all at once. Lot of therapy, lot of tears.”

“Yeah...I’m gonna have to help the former psychopath boy I adopted...he still has yet to wake up…” I say worriedly, hoping to help the poor kid before something bad happens to him.

“Yeah. Now, try to activate Sins Passed.”

“Okay…” I nod, before bringing my Keyblade up and cutting my arm, blood dripping down onto the blade. Reunion started to glow a dark red.

“Good. Now attack me with it.”

I nodded, getting into a sturdy stance before dashing towards Cript, swinging my Keyblade at him.
The attack hit, dad just stood there as my Keyblade sliced him in half. Before I could freak out over slicing my father in half his top half grew new legs…and clothes somehow…and his lower half grew a new upper body, also fully clothed. “Good, now for clones.” They both said nonchalantly.

“You almost gave me a heart attack…” I say worriedly. “I didn’t think I could cut you in half…”

“You can't. I dropped my defense low enough so you could hurt me. Not that it did too much. Took out about… two percent hp. Also fixed that crick in my back.” The one on the left said.

“So guess what type of clone ability this is?” The one on the right asked.

“Starfish logic?” I ask curiously. “Also...how did you get clothes so suddenly?”

“Yes actually. It's called the Starfish Cloning Ability. As for the clothes that is a trick involving a lot of time using this ability. Sadly, you don't have this ability. But, I can give it to you using the Copycat ability.”

“That would be nice...but that sounds really painful though…” I say nervously.

“Meh, you get used to it. A simpler way is with hair or blood. Anything containing your pure DNA can grow into a clone. Saved my ass once that feature.”

“Sounds nifty.” I nod. “But...they're all ‘me’ right? I won’t have to fear my kids being pissed about me not being there for some weird reason?”

“Do you know what Omnipresent means?”

“Yes I do.” I nod. “Sorry...I think while browsing on my Assistant I saw something called ‘Boruto’...looked like an terrible sequel to Naruto…” I frown.

“Ehg. Anyway, you'll be able to control the clones, or control one and be able to switch between clones, gaining the memories that clone did while on “autopilot”. When you aren't controlling the clone there isn't much difference personality wise, and the clone identifies itself as both you and a copy. This is because once you make this clone, or clones like me, there is no longer just one you, there are many now. The only way to truly tell the one under the ‘you’ control from an autopilot is combat. The true you will always make the body you are controlling, well, as strong as you. Others in autopilot will be twenty five percent weaker.”

“Damn…” I state. “And here I thought you were going to teach me shadow clones or something but this...is quite a lot.”

“Shadow clones can't have sex and give you the memories.” Dad said, raising an eyebrow with a sly smile.

“Wait...I completely forgot about Aqua, Terra and Ventus…” I frown. “Oh well...but yeah all my girls, and my newest wife, are going to enjoy me having clones…” I chuckle.

“Yeah. And here is a work out you can enjoy. You can have one with each, and a spare to train and master your weapons. Also you die in a clone body you reappear in control of a random other one. Something like immorality but used for more family and recreational use.”

I think about it but feel slightly...off about it. “All of my clones are me...yet...for some odd reason it doesn’t feel right…” I say, not entirely sure why that is. “Maybe it’s the whole ‘are clones just as real as the real you?’ kind of question...I know my wives won’t mind in anyway shape or form...but still.”

“Depends on your mind in that one. An unstable mind controlling multiple bodies can make the clone start to identify as someone other than you. Happened to me a few times. But what keeps them you and you you is that they all share your soul.”

“Alright then…” I nod nervously. “But...as you can obviously tell I am not of sound mind to be perfectly honest...I doubt that’ll be the only mental breakdown I have…”

“Alright then.” Dad grabbed my hand and pressed his thumb into it. “Hold still.” I felt a sharp prick, like getting stabbed with scissors before he let go. “And ability is imprinted.”

“Ow…” I grumble. “Thanks dad...I don’t think I’ll be using it right now though...I’m still having a bad week…”

“Ah. Alright then. So what are you gonna do next?”

“Worry…” I say sheepishly. “Worry about Jenny, worry about the son that has yet to wake up because of his Psychopath part...worry about all my new kids...and worry if me buying two extra wedding rings equals me suddenly marrying two extra women…”

“In my family…most likely. But let's focus on the kids for now. Let's start with your son you saved from the Psychopath. Lead the way.” Dad said.

I nod. “Well Rarity would most likely know.” I say. “It’s her son after all.” I say while heading inside my castle. After a while of walking and some directions from Rarity I lead dad up to my unnamed sons room and opened the door, seeing the standard looking room with the child in the bed, under the blankets and somehow holding a stuffed bear. “There he is.”

“Ah.” Dad said, walking over to the child. “ Yeah…about what I expected when. Psychopath host is a child.”

“The Psychopath explained that the people on the child’s world wanted to make a monster to kill a great hero...well they succeeded and then frantically made a cage for him…” I explain. “Been like that until some jack asses decided to set it free on accident.”

“The death of a whole realm or of a grand hero? Psychopaths get their power from lost potential. The lives taken before their time leave a…mark on existence. The bigger the mark the more the power. The biggest marks are what draw the Psychopath to the host, all that lost potential is forever bound to them, but there is still one last requirement.”

“Well when I got there the Psychopath happened to murder the entirety of a planet besides an old man that’s living in a cave near my house...and was stuck in a demon tree…” I explain.

“That wouldn't have been enough…so a specific person's death is what brought the Psychopath to this kid. Someone who would have been a hero unmatched.”

“Yeah...I also have a feeling that the kid who became a monster also went on a rampage until they sealed it away…”

“That's what happens when they take over…it's a process they force you to watch, controlling your body while all you can do is beg for mercy inside. You feel the blood on your hands drip and splash... “

“That’s...not good.” I mutter. “But...can you help wake him up?”

“Yeah… but here I give you a choice. Do you want him to remember all he did, or have him remember something...false.”

I looked down bitterly. “I don’t want the child to suffer...he’s only twelve or something…” I say.

Dad waved a hand over the kid. “Ten. So you choose to let him forget? And remember a lie?”

“I know it sounds terrible to make him remember a lie...but if it means he’ll wake up without the guilt of killing an entire planet then...I suppose that’s my decision…” I explain, feeling bad about it but not wanting the child to only feel like he’s a demon.

Dad nodded, placing his hand on the kids head and blue electricity sparked. After a bit a ball of light with flashing images and screams was pulled out. Dad held it in his palm, and crushed it, the orb becoming dust. He then sent a single blue jolt of electricity at the kid's head and sighed. “A very war focused race back then. Manages to forge a memory of him living in a…peaceful area of the world at the time. Then he gets adopted by a wolf man and a white pony lady, then the rest you can guess. In his mind, this will be his first day in a new home once he wakes up.”

“Alright.” I nod. “Thanks dad...it means a lot.” I say, feeling slightly upset I couldn’t help my new son.

“It's not the first time I have done this. And it's never easy. His name is Yer from what I saw in his memories. He’ll wake up soon. Best tell your kids and wives ahead of time.”

“Alright.” I nod. “But now I need to figure out what weapon I need to master next…” I mutter with some thought. “Oh wait, I need to check on Jenny. I hope she’s gotten better…” I say worriedly, heading off to tell everyone about Yer waking up and to find Jenny. After a few moments of telling everyone I could I searched for Jenny, immediately thinking she’s in her room and knocking on her door.

“Hello?”

“Enter.” Her voice replied from inside.

I gently opened the door and walked in. “Hello.” I say while closing the door behind me. “So your new brother is finally going to wake up soon.”

“Okay.” She said, doing something on the computer.

“How are you doing?” I ask. “Are you doing better?”

“I guess. You need anything?”

“I wanted to tell you about your brother and to make sure you were feeling better.” I say. “I’m...sorry if I made you so upset…” I mutter, rubbing my arm worriedly.

“Not upset per say, more…like you made me realize something.”

“Realize what?” I ask. ”Please don’t say ‘you're an idiot’...” I think to myself worriedly.

“My family is stupid.”

“Uh...which family?” I ask curiously. “The Ventral family or...my family?”

“The one I was born into. We accepted Core’s offer thinking anywhere we go we’ll be hunted down…yet now that he's trying to replace us we realized there's a lot of places we could life without fear…but out of habit we burned a lot of chances so far.”

“I kind of thought that…” I nod. “But hey, I’m here to help all the Ventrals if able...just to repent for the one Ventral I killed…” I sigh out. “But hey, if what Kevin said is true then I have three people to murder, his brother, his grandfather, and the obvious one being Core.” I explain. “Everyone deserves a second chance...even those that fear being given that chance.”

“Yeah. But that's the problem. They're paranoid. They won't feel safe around people, cities, and especially law enforcement. If my family is to gain a second chance they need to be put in a place as dangerous as they have lived.”

“Have you been hugged by Den?” I joke. “I’m pretty sure her hugs alone are dangerous.” I laugh.

“Jokes about grandma aside, what would be the “safe” place for them? A world filled with danger that the current Ventrals can thrive in and the next generation can choose to leave without the past gens fears.”

“That’s true...but there’s still so much to think about and so little time.” I shrug. “But frankly...I just want them all to know that they have people on the outside that are willing to help them out and give them a new life that doesn’t involve murdering everyone that looks at you funny.”

“Well I do have a few ideas. If every fictional thing we knew on earth exists as an actual world then I already have a few ideas.”

“Really?” I ask. “Also, what card games do you like to play?” I add, wanting to know that little bit, whether she liked to play Yugioh or Magic the Gathering.

“I don't play card games per say, I just like to make up rules for a game with normal card decks. I do collect cards though. Any kind of card. Dad stole a Babe Ruth card, autographed by the whole team for me on my seventh birthday and I don't even watch baseball. I just like cards.”

“Okay then.” I nod. “Kind of thought you’d like to play a card game like Magic the Gathering or something.” I shrug, remembering how much I liked playing that.

“What's that?”

“Okay so, Magic the Gathering was a pretty popular card game back home.” I start. “Hundreds of thousands of people played it…” I continue before buying two starter decks from my Assistant. “Here, why don’t we play a game?” I ask. “The rules are in the boxes and everything, and I’ll explain to you some of the lore and story behind it. Sound good?” I ask curiously.

“Is it a card version of world of warcraft?”

“Actually no, Blizzard actually made a World of Warcraft trading card game. But Magic the gathering is something completely different.” I say, putting one of the starter decks on Jenny’s bed.

“Oh. I played a lot of Warcraft back on earth when me and the computer could stay in a place with internet for a week at least. Was trying to log back into my account.”

“As in the RTS Warcraft or the MMO Warcraft?” I ask curiously, starting to think about my old account back home. “I remember playing WoW a bit...wonder what patch it’s on considering we’re in ‘real life’.” I wonder.

“Who knows but I think my account is deleted considering it's been ten or something years on earth last I heard. Damn and I was Level 59 too…”

“I had a level 60 hunter...don’t remember what race though.” I say, not entirely remembering what my race was.

“...Huh…wait…how would an MMO work in the real world?”

“...” I thought for a moment. “I mean...it’s still a game technically…” I say before thinking a bit. “Imagine Kingdom Hearts as an MMO, but everyone’s almost always exclusively apart for reasons.” I shrug.

“But what about the character you made? Would they exist in a reflection elsewhere of what?”

“I...have no idea.” I say honestly. “Horde or Alliance?” I ask Jenny, wondering what side she was on in WoW. “But I’d have to ask dad about how that works…”

“What's the difference?”

“A few things…” I say with a shrug. “Oh well...but hey if you want I can get myself a laptop and we can both play WoW if you want. Get some father daughter bonding time over video games.”

“Sounds like a plan. Bet I can get to level 10 faster than you.” She said, jumping on her pc and creating a new account.
I quickly summoned a laptop and got WoW downloaded to it, before it said ‘Legion’. “Huh...Legion? Is that the newest expansion or something?” I ask curiously, seeing it update a bit.

“Not sure, don't care.” Jenny said, starting to spawn in the world already.

I quickly got the game up and running and saw Death Knight. “What race you picking?” I ask curiously, scrolling down to Troll Death Knight.

“I typically go elf.”

“Blood Elf or Night Elf?” I ask, hoping to pick soon and not have to deal with her trying to do PVP crap.

“Blood.” She replies. “I like the way they look.”

“Right then.” I nod, choosing a troll death knight and logging in, happening to start off at...level 55. “I win.” I say cheekily. “Wonder how fun this class will be.” I smile. “What did you name your character?”

“Check again.” Jenny says, showing me her pc screen…Level 60. “Bought the deluxe pack.”
I looked over and saw...get to level 100…”Okay that’s weird…” I frown, using the level 100 thing on my death knight. “Well...what’s your blood elves name again?”

“Vikra.” Jenny said. “Wow this game changed a lot.”

I spawned my Death Knight in and saw I was on a ship. “The hell?” I mutter, going through a sudden tutorial on how to play a Death Knight. “Mine’s Xin just so’s you know.” I say while going to the map and then going all the way out. “The fuck’s a ‘Draenor’?” I frown.

“No idea. Damn they changed the setup… crap I think I entered a dungeon and- Holy shit!” Yelled Jenny. When I looked at her screen her character was dead. “A troll one shot me!”

“What level was the fucker?” I ask worriedly, going through the tutorial and flying off to find Jenny’s character.

“400, this fucker has either great skill or no life. Or it’s a shared account.”

“How in the bloody hell is there a level 400 character there?” I ask with a frown.

“Glitches, new updates, an admin, a hacker. You name it.”

“Blood Elves are on the horde side...and so are Trolls...was it a player character or a random enemy?” I ask, finding this rather concerning for a first time back.

“Player.”

Jenny and I spent a good three hours playing WoW. We found that creep that one shot her and turns out it was a hacker and with one swift message he was promptly banned. We spent the rest of the time doing missions and exploring the new areas the new updates added.

“Panda’s, lich king's, primordial dragons...jesus christ we sure missed a fuck ton.” I say, not believing Blizzard had all this time to update their game. “This is fun.”

“Yeah. Got plenty of space on this pc too so I am buying all the good games. This one called Overwatch looks like a better graphics copy of TF2…still looks neat though.”

“And considering we basically have infinite money…” I start. “We’re going to be even heavier gamers then Luna I just know it.” I laugh.

“Wanna bet?” Luna’s voice called from the doorway. “Glad to see you two getting along.”

“If there’s anything me and Jenny hate more is a hacker trying to fuck with us.” I frown. “But yeah, I’m really happy we’re getting along...but seriously we missed a shit ton of things in the game we’re playing...and there’s still an asinine amount of games we’re still figuring finding all over the internet, glad I got a PS4.”

“Speaking of your father has been redecorating the castle and defying the laws of space time all over the place.”

“Well...how so?” I ask curiously.

“Adding rooms mostly. Making the inside of the castle bigger than the whole of Canterlot, somehow, added a nice garden, and…well…not sure how to put what he did to Ponyville.”

“What did he do…?” I ask, wondering what in the nine hells he did to Ponyville.

“How did he say it…we are still on Equestria, Ponyville is just surrounded by a new world? He put up large poles then when they turned on save for some massive gates the whole of Equestria seemed to vanish but outside the gate Ponyville is still on Equestria but inside it's not? It's…confusing.”

“Christ…” I grumble. “I mean...I heard that the place where we all have our wedding will need to be...the size of an entire universe.” I say sheepishly. “Wait...I forgot something…” I frown. ”How in the fuck could I forget my bachelor party?”

“Well he’s eating a pumpkin Pie in the dining room right now so go talk with him.”

“Yeah.” I nod. “Sorry Jenny, I have stuff to do. I promise to have more game time with you when I’m not trying to figure out what new crazy crap is happening.” I sigh out, closing out of the game and turning off my laptop, putting it on her bed and getting up. “But yay, I’m getting back into video games, and I have a wonderful family to play with.” I smile, patting Jenny’s head and hugging Luna before heading off to find Dad and figure out what he did to Ponyville. I quickly made my way to the dining hall, seeing dad eating that pie.

“Hey dad, so what did you do to Ponyville?”

“Ever hear of a pocket dimension?” He said, taking another bite of pie.

“Yes I have...so you put Ponyville in a pocket dimension?”

“No. If I put it in a pocket dimension it would be like what I did to the inside of your house. I took Pocket dimension logic and gave it steroids till it looked like Wolverine’s muscles inflated to the size of monster truck wheels. That way Ponyville is not only in it's own universe, but also still on Equestria. This is my work around to the whole ‘finite resources’ thing every world deals with at some point. I put the spawn rate at high…I actually put every spawn on high, and let it generate a world and universe by ripping off Minecraft world generating logic.”

“Well...alright then.” I nod. “That sounds nifty...why though?” I ask curiously. “Just...wondering why you just decided to do that to Ponyville of all places.”

“Why not?” He replied. “This isn't old tec and it's a great bonus for income for the town. Farms, mining companies and construction companies will flock to Ponyville with all this new, untouched land.”

“True…” I shrug. “And makes sense I suppose. But plenty of people are going to be confused on that whole thing.”

“I informed Celestia of this she sent an announcement in the papers not long after this went up.”

“Okay then.” I nod. “Glad to at least know Celestia knows about it and is going to tell everyone.” I say, thinking about what I’m going to do for the rest of the day.

“So what are your plans?” Dad asked as he finished his pie.

“I don’t have plans for today actually.” I say, frowning a little. “That’s...actually kind of a first to be honest. Normally I’m either being told to do stuff, fighting stuff, or training…” I say, thinking about what to do today. “Still can’t believe Rarity said this cloak was tacky.” I frown.

“It is just plain white. Kinda...boring. Maybe you should ask her about giving it an upgrade design wise?”

“He’s got a point deary.” Rarity says while walking into the room.

“So what? You want to add a splash of black, blue, red, what?” I ask, knowing full well I’m not going to get out of this.

“Hmmm…I have an idea but first I need to make a stop at the train station.”

“Stop at the train station? Meeting someone?” I ask Rarity, wondering who she might be meeting.

“Yes. She was a friend I made on a visit to Manhattan before…you know…her boss didn't make it but she did and since she's just getting out of recovery I figure she can live and work at my old boutique.”

“Oh…” I say. “I should come along...I need to be there to show her ‘oh hey I helped save people’...” I say, still feeling bitter about not saving all of Manehattan. “But who’s this friend of yours?”

“Coco Pommel. She's as timid as Fluttershy at times. Her old boss was a…well a bitch to put it bluntly. Coco did all the work for her and got none of the credit.”

“Her boss is a bitch.” I frown. “Hate her boss died...but she’s still a bitch.” I say. “Anyways, I suppose she’s going to help you out with my cloak?”

“I’m sure she’d be ecstatic. Come now, the train arrives in half an hour.” Rarity said, leading the way.

“Alright. Off to meet Coco.” I say, already thinking about how the mare might look like considering her name. Surprisingly Rarity summoned a keyblade glider, even though it seemed like a more purple and white version of Aqua’s glider I was still happy to see her summon it as we both flew off towards the train station. Five minutes later we landed and waited by the train station. “So what does Coco look like?”

“Cream colored coat with a near sky blue mane. She wrote last that she had a trinket from the Manehattan incident but other than that she also said she has a large blue backpack.”

“Alright.” I nod. “For some odd reason I thought her coat would be a ‘coco’ kind of color...not cream colored.” I shrug.

“Well whatever the case I hope she enjoys moving here to Ponyville.”

“So do I.” I nod. “Again...I’m kind of sorry for destroying your house way back when…” I say sheepishly. “It feels like years since I first came to Ponyville…” I chuckle.

“All is forgiven long ago. Also speaking of… next month will be a half a year since you first appeared in Equestria Ben.”

“Half a year?” I ask, flabbergasted at such a short time frame. “You sure? Cause I’m pretty sure I’ve been here for at least two months.”

“Luna and Twilight have counted the days. A lot has happened so the time flew by. Days like today where very little has happened at all are nice and the ones I love best.”

“Days where you can do about jack nothing and just enjoy your time with family is always great.” I agree with a warm smile.

“Yes, makes you wonder, when our time comes to enjoy the rest of our days like this one, will we be able? There will be more threats, that’s for certain, but then again I guess that’s why Heroes like you exist Ben, you sacrifice your peace of mind and life so others can keep theirs.”

“As long as I have a family to return home to then that’s the best prize I could ever ask for.” I smile. “But frankly...having a ‘peace of mind’ sounds over rated when you look at my life as a whole.”

“Perhaps that’s why your father decided to offer a place in his family. I only met him twice but from what your mother said about him it seems he gave up a chance for normalcy for duty to others. You do the same, but you still have a family to anchor your sanity to.”

“Kind of.” I chuckle. “But hey...at least I have a family now.” I smile warmly.

The train whistle drew both our attentions to the incoming locomotive. It wasn’t as pink as she show had it, in fact it looked like it got repainted to also have blue and green. It came to a screeching stop and once the doors opened ponies flooded out. Rarity and I kept an eye out for Coco but it wasn’t till the flood was dying down that the mare we were searching for came out of the tram. She was dressed in a yellow top, blue jeans with a red scarf around her neck.

“Hello.” I say with a little wave to Coco, having remembered to put my hood up and hide my ears and tail.

She noticed me and speed walked up. “Hi, oh hello Rarity.” Coco said.

“Hello darling, how have you been?”

“Good, thankfully. I see Ben is with you.” She added.

“Oh, I suppose my ‘White Knight’ look is not needed here?” I ask curiously.

“Rarity has told me a lot about you so I didn’t think you’d mind.” Coco replied with a smile. “So…shall we head to the new Boutique?”

“Sure.” I nod. ”Wow...she’s really cute.” I say, carefully looking over the mare wanting to help make a new cloak for me.
Rarity walked us to the renovated Carousel Boutique, which was now three stories, twice as big, and had two large window displays.

“Luna and Twilight helped me with the new designs.” Rarity said, taking out a key and unlocking the door, inside were mannequins, all dressed in amazing dresses…and some male clothing. “Clothing for the opposite sex I’ve done but I hope to make it more common in terms of orders.”

“Right then.” I nod. “Place is bigger...and Coco’s first job as tailor of Ponyville is to make a new cloak for the White Knight of Equestria…” I say, still feeling like that title means shit considering what happened in Manehattan and how I can’t get over the damned thing.

“Oh, well then can I have the cloak so I can work on it later or tomorrow?” Coco asked.

“Still can’t believe some people think this is ‘tacky’.” I grumble, taking off my cloak and showing my normal body, a very well toned eighteen year old from many days of fighting and training, blue fur covering my arms, my ears and tail freed from the cloaks confines, and my crown still resting on my head. “Mind making that a little bigger so my tail and ears don’t stiff? Seriously you have no idea how much that actually hurts.”

“I can do that, should take… a week or so and I can give it back looking like it’s a whole other outfit.”

“Can you at least keep the white? It would be weird if a ‘white knight’ wasn’t wearing his white cloak.” I say, walking over to a mirror and looking over myself. “Sheesh, when did I get buff as hell?” I ask, flexing my arm and noticing the muscle flexing, the muscles being defined and strong, not big and more for looks than actual practicality.

“I have some things you can wear in the meantime darling.” Rarity said, handing me several pairs of jeans and shirts, and four pairs of shoes. “Oh… not sure how well the shoes will fit given your… claws on the toes…”

“Thanks Rarity.” I smile, looking down and noticing that my shoes have been practically reduced to sandals and I never realised it.

“Uh...I never realized my shoes were now sandals…” I say nervously.

“We can figure out that later.” Coco said.

“Oh, Coco, I have something for you upstairs, I’ll go get it.” Rarity said, quickly going up the stairs and into the living area.

“So, Coco…” I say, deciding not to stare at myself for a few moments and took off my torn up shoes and socks. “How are you doing today?” I ask, hoping to strike up a conversation with the cute anthro mare.

“Alright. Thankfully my old apartment building was mostly intact after that thing was killed so I could grab my things and the task force that helped me heal is going to mail the rest of the items here so I can fully settle in.”

“I hope my Medics helped…” I sigh out. “I’m...sorry I wasn’t there before it destroyed everything.”

“It came out of nowhere so nothing could have prepared you or the crown for it. I spent some time looking through the broken buildings. I did find something in a broken gutter near the library though, you should see it.” Coco pulled out something I thought I lost when I first came to Equestria, it was cloth, with a nike logo on it. My wallet.

“How the hell did you find my wallet?” I ask curiously.

“I can only guess when you first appeared and fought that purple knight monster it fell out during the scuffle. I’m sorry but I did look inside… Saw that picture…”

I inhaled deeply. It was the only picture of my birth parents I had when I was older…before...I took the picture out of it’s slide and smiled gently. “I know you're long gone...but I hope you're happy about who I became.” I mumble to myself. “I’m still sorry...about everything...but please...be happy with who I am now and not the bastard I was…” I mutter, tears welling up in the corners of my eyes.

“It’s a nice picture of them in the park, you take it?”

“I...honestly don’t remember.” I shake my head. “It was over ten or so years ago…”

“I was wondering, who was that lady looking at them in the back?”

“What?” I frown, looking at the background and seeing the new person. “Weird...I never saw that person before...I wonder who that person is?” I frown, not knowing who this person was but for some reason having this unbridled hatred at the person.

“Well whatever the case, glad to be here. So, did you hear what they have planned in terms of rebuilding?”

“Rebuilding Manehattan?” I ask. “No, I haven’t heard anything about it.” I shake my head. “What are they doing?”

“Once everything is cleared out they plan on making the whole of what’s left a massive memorial. Think about it, a massive park and in the center, a plaque with all the lost ones names, and holding that massive plaque, a statue of you, hood up.”

I smiled gently. “That sounds nice…” I nod. “But...even hero’s can’t save everyone I suppose…” I sigh out. “So...uh...you seeing anyone?” I ask curiously, before I swiftly facepalm. “I am so sorry for just saying that randomly.”

“It’s fine. And…aren’t you already engaged?”

“The more the merrier I suppose. I mean, I happened to get an extra fiance because of strange circumstances...but sorry to just drop this suddenly, I’m just being an idiot because...cute mare here…” I mumble the last part, motioning to all of Coco and how cute she is.

“Heh, thanks for the complement. Most stallions that try and ask me out either stutter or ask for the dirty business first and a relationship never.”

“I’m sorry, I know it’s bad to just say it outright…” I say nervously. “Also I hate those kinds of people...just asking for nothing more than sex when they have a wonderful mare such as yourself.”

“Heh. I take it that Luna and Twilight asked you out right? Cause you sound really new at asking mares out.”

“I only have three girls that joined my herd without sex involved.” I state. “But in order, Luna was horny and loved me because I was a hero, Twilight joined because she wanted to be in a harem and was basically dating Luna at the time, Rarity joined in because Luna told her about my sex life for some reason, and then proceeded to fully join when I was drunk, Zecora the Zebra joined because of strange circumstances you probably wouldn’t understand, Pinkie joined because I was drunk at the same time of asking Rarity out, Derpy was a very huge fan of mine and...well I plowed the hell out of her anyways, Gilda the griffon because apparently griffons have the line of thought that ‘prove yourself in bed’ counts as a good segway to dating, Honora the dragoness princess because apparently she had her eyes on me for some time…” I explain my entire experience with women. “So...yeah...and my newest fiance Brigid, decided to tag along because I helped her out in a very serious issue.” I explain nervously.

“So why ask me?”

“Because…” I start, blushing a little and scratching my cheek nervously. “I’m...a sucker for a cute mare…” I mutter nervously, my tail wagging without my consent.

“Daw.” She replied, blushing. “I’ll talk with Rarity about it, knowing her she might say yes, if that’s alright?”

“Knowing Pinkie, Luna and Derpy...they’d ask what fetishes you are into…” I grumble.

“You wanna know or should I keep that a secret til after I talk with your fiance’s tomorrow?” She asked in a teasing voice.

“Frankly I’d rather not know any of my fiance’s fetishes.” I sigh out. “But knowing them they’ll force it on me whether I like it or not.” I groan bitterly.

“Back darling!” Rarity chimed as she came back downstairs. “Here you go Coco.” Rarity said, handing Coco a keychain. It wasn’t any keychain though, that Keychain went to Oathkeeper! “Found it in one of the new rooms Ben’s father… renovated, before we left and I was just making sure the keys worked.” Rarity said, handing Coco the keys and Oathkeeper Keychain.

“Right then.” I nod. “Well, Coco is wondering if she can join the herd.”

Rarity looked between me and Coco. “Oh that would be rather nice, I’ll let Luna and the others know and we can talk with Coco about it tomorrow. Well, I’ll let you get settled in for now Coco, but if things go well you’ll be moving into the home we share with Ben. Night.” Rarity said as she started to walk out.

“It feels like this place will be completely empty...and I feel kind of bad.” I say honestly. “It was only half a year ago when I crashed through a wall to fight a bad guy.” I chuckle.

“I believe that was someone else darling, you were talking with that Yellow Core remember?” Rarity said as I walked towards her and the door.

“Yeah, but now she isn’t ‘Yellow Core’ anymore. She’s Unum...a reflection of Core’s dead wife.” I say sheepishly. “Trust me...when I figured that out that was both really creepy...and really fucking weird.”

“I guess it's something I'll have to get used to. Night.” Coco said as Rarity and I left, closing the door behind us.

“Now...what next?” I mutter to myself, already thinking of what next to do for the dwindling day.

“Perhaps some family time. The girls back home should have a surprise ready.”

“Yeah...that would be good.” I nod. “So let’s go home.”

It was a short glider ride back home. When we got back home Rarity lead me to the kitchen fast. When the doors opened the girls, mom and dad, the kids...and countless dire wolf anthro pups were there. “Surprise!” They all yelled.

“Jesus christ that’s a lot of puppies.” I say. “But why the surprise?”

“Your family birthday week passed and you missed it.” Mom said, giving me a kiss lick on the cheek. “So your father planned this with your wives and kids. I also brought some of your older siblings. Just the ones who can walk. They're ten months.”

“That’s good.” I smile and hug my mother. “But is this a party or something? Or am I going to be literally dog piled?” I chuckle.

“Party.” Dad spoke up. “Your mom and I each got you something nice too.”

“What would that be?” I ask curiously, wondering what nice things they got me.

“I got you this.” Mom said, handing me a wrapped box. Inside was a necklace made from what looked like small bones. “It's a hunter's necklace in my culture. It's made from the teeth of fallen warriors passed. Not much of my kind survived what happened to us so you're the first hunter in the new generation.”

“I hope I can be such a good hunter.” I say while putting on my new necklace. “Thanks mom.”

“And I have two gifts.” Dad said, he gave me a small box and a stop watch. “The box is…well, you'll find out, and the stopwatch, well, stops time for up to twelve minutes, and can send you back and forth in time twelve minutes. Not a time machine exactly but helpful.”

“Oh yeah, this is very helpful.” I smile, putting the stopwatch in my pants pocket and thankfully finding the several ring types in my pants pocket instead of my coat pocket and I opened the box.

There was a blinding light that came out of it. I dropped it to cover my eyes and when the light faded and I looked…I saw them…my birth parents…“Ben!” They both said, hugging me tight.

“M-mom! D-dad! Wh-wh-what?” I stutter, my eyes starting to water and not believing this. “H-h-how?” I whimper.

“My doin.” Dad, Cript dad, said. “They have been watching you ya know. After all, life gets the best tv. Reality tv anyway.” He chuckled.

“And we are so proud!” Mom said, squeezing me tighter.

“But...but…” I try to start. “I...it was my fault…”

“Ben, that's something we need to tell you.” Dad spoke, he and mom getting serious. He reached into my pocket, pulling out the photo of them. “This woman in the background. She is a murderer. She knocked me out at the bread factory and when your mother was resting she added some kinda drug to her so she stayed asleep when she made it look like she shot herself. She’s a professional killer.”

“It's in their death reports too.” Cript dad added, handing me a file with a skull on it. “Grimm reapers take good notes. They nicknamed her the ‘Suicide Killer’ because she makes all her kills appear accidental or suicides.”

I stared at all four of my parents, only to look down and start shaking, a grey aura starting to surround me in pure rage. “Well...looks like I’m gonna be hunting this bitch until I rip her head off.” I growl.

“Take it easy there kid.” Cript dad said, snapping his fingers and I felt…suddenly calm as my aura faded. “She is a professional killer and from what I learned, is backed up by Core so she's even deadlier. Her strength is rather impressive actually. Best you master weapons before taking her on. Just be careful around her. She has the potential to become a Psychopath also.”

“So...who am I supposed to call mom and dad now?” I ask sheepishly. “Cause...mom and dad are here...but mom and dad are also here…” I say, pointing between my parents.

“Well most kids call me mama.” Mama Den said. “Mama, then my name so call me mama Den.”

“Just call me Cript if it helps.” Cript said.

“I do have something to say to you Ben.” Dad said, holding out his hand.

“And that would be dad?” I ask, holding out my hand like there’s supposed to be some sort of handshake.

He shook my hand. “Congratulations, you're a son of a bitch.” Everyone broke out laughing at it, even mama Den.

“Jesus christ dad!” I laugh, not believing he just said that. “Still my dad...so...who do you want to meet first in my giant family? The massive amount of dire wolf pups that are my brothers and sisters? My fiances? Or my massive amount of adopted kids?”

“I am gonna talk with your girls and meet your kids. I can't believe I'm a grandma!” Mom said.

“And I'm gonna talk with your new father. We are both your father now so, I should get to know him more.” Dad said, walking over to Cript. “So what do ya like to do besides sex fella?”

“Like any dad, one that's always fun is embarrassing my kids.” Cript said with a wicked smile, snapping his fingers and…hundreds of my baby photos starting raining down.

“Where the fuck did you get those!?!” I yelp as I dash around and grab the baby photos, hoping to christ no one saw them.

“Daw. You had a cute little butt Ben!” Luna called out, a photo in her hand.

“Stahp!” I whine, grabbing the photo and hoping I got them all. “Jeez…” I mutter, having a bad feeling mama Den found one.

“Uh… dad… Why did you try to eat a tampon?” Jenny asked, holding another photo.

“He thought it was ice cream.” Mom laughed.

“I was barely over a year old!" I bark, but my shoulders sagged. "Can...someone kill me? Please.” I whimper, completely defeated. “I don’t want this torture to continue.”

“Relax.” Cript said, holding a…frying pan? “This will just feel like a bad dream.” He hit me with the frying pan and unconsciousness took me instantly.

“Was that...really necessary?” Joy asks worriedly, my mom and dad spotting a child version of me talk.

“Yes.” Cript replied.

Author's Notes:

Weird and magical things happen slow days like this chapter...so please don't hate it.