“Ugh…What hit me?” Steven asked as he slowly began to wake up whilst rubbing the side of his head.

He then slowly looked up to see that he was in some sort of tattered, decaying stone room. Some of the walls seemed to have once been made of wood but had decayed over time but was still able to support what was left of the room. At the back of the room were two stone thrones with what looked to be two damaged flags that seemed to have a faded symbol of some kind on them, those being the Sun and the Moon.

“Well… I guess that man was telling the truth,” Steven added as he looked around the room to see Trent on the ground, seeming to still be unconscious before he said, “Trent… I think you should get up.” He shook Trent's body in an attempt to stir him from his slumber.

Trent groaned. “Five more minutes, ma.”

“Trent, we ain’t home. Would I be waking you if you were?” Steven asked.

Trent sighed and sat up, opening his eyes under his helmet. “Hey Steve. What happened?” He asked as he placed a hand on his head, his voice no longer muffled.

“How much can you remember from before we fell asleep?”

“Let's see...we were at a convention, we ran into some guy in red armor, and...he told us about being sent to another reality?”

“So with that information… what do you think has happened?”

Trent lifted a finger before looking around. “Uh, where are we?”

“In some sort of decaying building. I just woke up so I’m clueless as to where we are as well,” Steven admitted.

“Fantastic.”

“Is this another alien temple?” Trent heard a familiar voice say in his head.

“What do you mean temple?” Trent asked Steven.

“I didn’t say anything about a temple,” Steven admitted in confusion.

“Then who did?”

“I did.”

Trent looked around. “Okay, am I the only one hearing that?”

“The only one hearing what?”

“I think he means me,” the voice said, before a small figure in white armor similar to Trent appeared, floating in midair.

Trent looked at the figure for a moment before turning to Steven and saying, “You see the small guy too, right?”

“Yes, yes I do… and he looks somewhat familiar.”

“Hey, I'm standing right here,” the figure said.

“And you are?” Steven asked.

“Names Church. Who the hell are you?”

Steven then looked to Trent before he said, “Please say I misheard what he said.”

Trent then snapped his fingers. “Didn't that Andrew guy say he'll give me the Epsilon AI with the guns?”

“Oh son of a bitch,” Steven groaned.

“What are you talking about?” Church asked Trent. “And seriously Wash, where the hell are we and why are we here?”

Trent looked at Steven. “What do you think we should tell him?”

“He’s your AI… you work this out,” Steven suggested.

Trent glared at Steven before sighing and looking at Church. “Epsilon, we're here because some guy sent us to help some people. That's all I can tell you right now until I know more. As for where we are, I don't know. I guess we should look around to find out.”

Church looked at him for a moment until he shrugged. “Okay then.” With that, he disappeared.

Trent turned back to Steven. “Where should we go first?”

“Well considering we have no food, maybe that should be a priority,” Steven pointed out.

“That's WHAT we should DO, not WHERE we should GO.”

“Let me finish. And for where we should go, we should find civilization and find out what we have nearby.”

“Fine.” Trent looked at the floor and saw his rifle. He looked at his back and his hip and saw his shotgun and pistol were still on him. He then picked up his rifle and turned back to Steven. “Okay, lead the way.”

“We better find some high ground so we can work out where to go,” Steven suggested.

“You know, I think first we should focus on getting out of here.”

“And how will we do that if we don’t know which direction we can actually head in and what is actually nearby to head towards.”

Trent shrugged. “Let's just walk out of this room, and see where we end up. Better than just standing around and talking until we die of starvation.” Trent then walked away.

“Well if you're sure,” Steven replied hesitantly before he began to follow.

“So, any idea how to use those?” Trent said, gesturing to the weapons on Steven's hips.

“Nope,” Steven admitted.

“Hmm. Well, any idea what he meant when he said we'd have to deal with stuff from RWBY and Red vs Blue?”

“I guess he means we’d be fighting that sort of stuff. So I’d assume Grimm may be one of them,” Steven admitted.

“Well fuck.”

”Grimm?” Church asked Trent. ”Like the Grim Reaper?”

“No, Grimm are black and white creatures that range from large bears to giant scorpions, and are very deadly.” Trent said, before looking to Steven. “Anything else worth mentioning about them?”

“Umm… just they're able to survive almost anywhere, and they are attracted to any negative emotions, like hate and anger.”

“So, like Omega?”

Trent shrugged. “Basically. Luckily, I remember that any kind of weapon can harm them if you don't hit armor, so I'm good.” He waved around his rifle to emphasize his point.

“Talking to Epsilon again?” Steven sighed.

Trent nodded. “Yeah. Dude's wondering about Grimm. Why?”

“Just give me a heads up if you’re not talking to me, okay?”

“Noted.” Trent looked at the decaying walls. “Man, how old is this place?”

“If I knew I’d tell you, but most likely pretty damn old.”

“I could've told you that.” Trent then sighed. “Hopefully we can find the exit soon.”

“Let’s hope that’s the case,” Steven admitted as they saw what looked to be dim light in the distance. “Maybe that will lead to something.”

“Then let's go.” Trent then ran off towards the light.

“Yeah… lets see where we exactly are,” Steven muttered under his breath as he ran off after Trent.

As they both got outside they looked around to see that in front of them was some sort of gorge that seemed to be cut off from the rest of area the only connection being a now destroyed bridge.

“Well… that says a lot for our current situation,” Steven sighed in annoyance.

“Yeah…” Wash took a deep breath. “Now what do we do?”

“I don’t know,” Steven admitted, “We can’t get off this place unless we can find a way to cross this gorge.”

Trent looked down the ledge and saw nothing but fog. “No idea how deep it is. And I don't exactly want to test if this armor can take fall damage right now.”

“Well whatever this place is, it seems to be secluded and hidden. It must hold some sort of significance.”

“Like what?” Trent looked at the structure. “Looks like a ruin you'd find in a place like Rome or something.”

“I guess we need to hope someone else comes and finds this place and, by extension, us.”

“And how the hell will they be able help us? Fly over here and fix the bridge?”

Suddenly they heard a scream that seemed to come from beyond the fogline before Steven said, “I get a feeling someone's on the other side. Let's head back and watch from afar. There must be a reason why they are here.”

“Okay then. Lead the way.” Trent replied before they both disappeared behind a collapsed wall that seemed to be able to obscure them from sight.

Within seconds, a cyan figure landed nearby, with ropes in its hands. It tied one to a small post before it started to worked on the second one. However before it could tie it to the other post, three dark lights appeared that the figure seemed to miss.

“You see that?” Steven asked reaching towards one of his blades almost as if it was a natural reflex to him.

“Yeah,” Trent whispered, keeping his rifle close.

“Something's wrong here,” Steven added as he noticed a small trigger on the handle of the sword which he pressed it down as down before the the blade of the gun separated into two, the bottom looking like a bayonet and the hilt lengthened slightly as a scope appeared above the top of the blade.

“Okay, now that's cool.”

“Oh, what's that?” a female voice asked from behind them.

Trent blinked for a moment before turning towards the voice, seeing a bipedal creature that was completely pink, with poofy hair that was a darker shade of pink, and bright blue eyes.

Trent stared at it for a second, blinking, before saying, “Hey Steve? You see the weird pink alien too, right?”

“I’m trying not to,” Steven admitted.

Trent continued staring until he whispered to Steve, “What the hell is it?”

“I believe that it’s a person,” Steven mocked.

“A person? I’m a pony silly,” the pink pony chuckled.

“...what the hell is going on?” Trent said, shaking his head.

“You really think I know what's going on?” Steven asked.

“I'm just thinking out loud.” Trent sighed, and placed a hand on his head. “What's next, more of these weird aliens?”

“Did you not just hear her say she’s a pony?,” Steven asked.

“A pony that's pink, has hands, walks on two legs, wears clothes, and speaks English. That can be seen as an alien for us!” Trent shouted.

Steven seemed to ignore Trent and said, “What’s your name miss… umm?”

“Pinkie Pie,” the pink pony said cheerfully.

Trent looked at her and tilted his head. “Pinkie Pie? Why does that sound familiar…”

“Probably that thing to do with Deadpool,” she replied before she disappeared as a group of creatures that looked similar to her crossed the bridge that the other figure had repaired.

“How does she know of Deadpool?” Steven asked.

“Hell if I know,” Trent said, shaking his head.

“Well...that was interesting,” Church said, appearing between Trent and Steven. “Do I even wanna know who Deadpool is?”

“Probably not,” Steven admitted.

“You know, it's rather lucky none of those things heard Wash's outburst, wouldn't you agree?”

“Yeah. Although… they do look a lot like us,” Steven admitted.

“Yeah, like how I look like Bugs fucking Bunny,” Trent replied.

“Well you did use to have his teeth,” Steven smirked.

“Fuck you,” Trent growled.

“Never knew you swung that way,” Steven chuckled.

Trent growled at Steven before he smacked him in the back of the head.

“What?” Steven smirked before he added “Maybe we should keep an eye on those ponies. They may be able to tell us where we are.”

“Or they can kidnap and dissect you,” Church said. “Either one.” He then disappeared.

“Well that was helpful…” Trent muttered sarcastically.

“What other choices do we have? They managed to get here and they may be the only ones who know a way out.”

Trent sighed. “Fine. You lead the way.”

“Besides, if they were to dissect anyone, it would be you to learn about Church,” Steven added as he walked away.

“Only if they don't know that he's not a ghost,” Trent replied as he followed Steven.

“True,” Steven replied as they reached the door to see Pinkie Pie with five other figures as they followed them silently as Steven reverted his sniper back to its sword mode.

“What do you think they're doing here?” Trent whispered.

“Must be something in this place they need.”

“Like what? There's nothing but decay in this entire dump.”

“Well it’s not like Church could do some recon or check if they are the only lifesigns.”

“Actually, I'm picking up another energy signal nearby,” Church said, appearing near them.

“Wait, seriously?” Trent asked.

“No, I'm just shitting with you,” Church said, sarcastically. He then looked over Trent’s shoulder. “As for why they're here, maybe for those.”

They all then looked into a room to see the ponies looking at a pedestal with 5 stones on it. A moment later, two ponies that were cyan and yellow flew up to the stones and brought each of them in front of the others. Then a purple one sat down by the stones and a purple glow came from its head. The other 5 stepped back and began to leave until a dark blue mist surrounded the stones before creating a tornado around them. The purple figure stood up and jumped into the tornado before disappearing.

Trent blinked for a moment before whispering, “What do you think just happen?”

“I have a feeling something bad,” Steven admitted, “Maybe we should help them?”

“How?”

“How about you ask them?” Church said, pointing at the room before disappearing.

When they looked again, they saw the ponies staring at them. “Well shit,” Trent muttered.

“Umm… I’d say run away, but we don’t really have anywhere to run to,” Steven admitted

Trent was about to replied before he was tackled by a rainbow blur. When he looked at his attacker, he saw a cyan pony with rainbow hair glaring at him. “Where did you take Twilight?” It shouted.

“Who?” Steven asked calmly his hand resting on his black hilted sword.

Trent headbutted the pony and pushed her off before getting up and aiming his rifle at her. “Bitch, what's your problem?”

“I think the only problem is that awful outfit,” a figure with white skin and purple hair. She also wore a long white dress that was covered in mud said calmly.

“Says the person who wore a dress into a ruin,” Steven sighed.

“What did you do to our friend?” An orange pony with blonde hair and a Stetson hat said, glaring at them.

“I don't know who the hell you're talking about,” Trent said, keeping his eyes and rifle on the cyan pony.

“Yeah, sure,” the cyan pony said sarcastically. “As if you're not working with Nightmare Moon.”

“Who the FUCK is Nightmare Moon?!”

Steven then sighed before turning one of his swords into a sniper and firing a round into the air, making everyone stop before he said, “We had nothing to do with this. We woke up in this place not even an hour ago and now we’re being assaulted by you. So how could we even have had time to plan any of this?”

“Then where's Twilight?”

Epsilon appeared in front of everyone and said, “If you're talking about that purple one, I think she's up there.” He pointed out a window and they saw a nearby tower with lights shining from it.

“That seems likely,” Steven sighed reverting his gun back to his sword before sheathing it.

The ponies Then ran out the door, towards the tower. Trent took a deep breath and said, “Should we follow them?”

“...What do you think?” Steven replied.

Trent sighed. “Fine. Let's go. Come on Epsilon.” He then walked out and went the same direction as the ponies, with Steven following quickly behind him and Epsilon disappearing.

As the duo caught up with the mares they looked in front of them to see a large back figure that held some similarities to the ponies they had spoke to but she had both wings and a horn.

“Okay...what the hell is that?” Trent asked.

“You think I know?” Steven admitted.

“That’s Nightmare Moon,” Pinkie Pie explained to the duo.

Nightmare Moon looked at the two in surprise before saying, “And what are you supposed to be?”

Trent looked at her before saying, “I'm getting an evil sorceress vibe from her, what about you guys?”

“Same.”

“Maybe,” Steven sighed. “I need to say though… what's an evil villain without somebody following them like a loyal dog?”

Nightmare chuckled. “If you want to see my servants, I'll gladly introduce you to them.” Her hand and horn then began to glow a dark blue color. A moment later, everyone's shadows started moving and shifting before they all gathered in the center of the room, with figures coming out of them and taking shape. They all took a form akin to a werewolf, having pure black fur, a white skull like mask on their faces, blood red eyes, and bone like spines coming out of their forearms and neck.

Steven then looked towards Trent before he said “She can’t be serious… are those what I think they are?”

Trent just stared at the Grimm. “Grimm… You just HAD to mention servants! God fucking dammit, Steven!”

Steven then quickly grabbed both of his swords before he shouted, “You six get back!”

Nightmare Moon let out a villainous laugh. “Have fun, my pets.”

One of the Beowolves growled and ran straight at Trent, tackling him and sending them both through a wall and falling to the ground below.

“SON OF A BIIIIII-!!” Trent screamed as he fell, with three more Beowolves following them.

“Great… just great,” Steven groaned as he brought his swords up, decapitating two of the Beowolves, causing them to dissipate into the shadows before he rapidly changed his other sword into it’s sniper rifle before quickly firing three shots in quick succession, each shot hitting separate Beowolves in the head killing them instantly.

“...How did I manage to do that?” Steven said in surprise before he quickly turned around aiming his rifle at Nightmare Moon.

“Do you really expect that to intimidate me?”

“Honestly… no,” Steven replied before taking a shot which hit her leg leaving a bullet wound in her leg, “Honestly I was aiming to do more than that, but that’ll suffice.”

“You useless welp!” She then pointed her hand at Steven, her hand and horn glowing again. A second later, Steven was engulfed in the same blue aura and thrown through the hole Trent and the Beowulf made. She then turned to the 6 mares in front of her. “Now...where were we?”

Trent was laying on the ground, shotgun in hand, when the last Beowulf lunged at him, with him shooting it straight at the chest, killing it and causing it to dissipate into the shadows without a trace. Trent then took several deep breaths and shook his head before standing up.

“Healing unit is on and working Wash.”

“Thanks Church.” Trent then picked up his fallen rifle and put on his back.

Seconds later the sound of Steven shouting above him was heard until he hit the ground beside Trent, and said, “I really hate that bitch.”

“You okay?”

“What do you think?” Steven muttered as he slowly looked up, his arm bent backwards, and he was somehow still alive, even though he fell a distance that would kill a normal person.

“...how are you not screaming in pain because of that?” Trent asked, pointing at Steven's arm.

“I’d say because I’m awesome, but I seriously have no idea.”

“Come here.”

“Okay,” Steven replied before trying to stand only for his legs to give way. “Might have an issue with that.”

Trent stood silent for a second before saying, “Hey Church, is there a way I can use my healing unit on him?”

“Not that I know of. At least, not right now…”

“Damnit. Guess we're stuck here for a little while buddy.”

A couple moments later, the sun started to quickly rise.

“Well… that's a funny time for the sun to rise,” Steven chuckled.

“Yeah, though why did it rise so quickly? Did someone just send us forward through time or something?”

“Who knows?” Steven asked as he tried to chuckle only to be find he was slowly beginning to struggle to breath freely.

“Well...what now?”

“I… think I might be... in it worse than I thought, mate,” Steven said seeming to grow weaker.

“What?” Trent knelt down to Steven. “Dude, stay with me.”

“Heh… I really wish my semblance...worked right about now,”

“Why?”

“When I designed this guy, his Semblance was based around controlling light… I made it so if I’m under the sun I could heal from most things… and of course this would happen while I’m in… the dark.”

“Do you think it'll work if I take you to the sunlight?”

“No…idea,” Steven said as his eyes began to slowly close.

“Steven?”

“I’m here… just about.”

Trent hesitated for a moment before grabbing Steven's good arm over his head and lifted him up. “Come on dude. We need to get you some help.”

Steven could only grimace before he suddenly began to shout out in pain “Stop! It hurts!”

“I'm sorry dude, but you'll have to suck it up if we're going to get you anywhere.”

Seconds later a bright light shone above them before Steven said, “Looks like an angel’s come for me… always thought I’d belong to the devil.” before one of his injuries on his arm began to heal slightly.

Trent looked towards the light, his visor blocking most of the glare from his eyes, and saw what seemed to be a tall white figure falling slowly towards them, the light seeming to be coming from its body.

“Who are you?” Trent asked it.

The figure then landed in front of them as they saw that the figure’s hair consisted of four colours, these being light cerulean, light turquoise, very light cobalt blue and pale pink. She had a horn and wings like Nightmare Moon. The light she was giving off seemed to be helping Steven somewhat as he began to breath easier.

“I’m Princess Celestia, Ruler of Equestria,” the figure said her voice calm and soothing.

“And what do you want?”

“My ponies that were above told me you both fell from the room they were in and told me you were trying to help them. I came down to check you were okay… and I can tell your friend is not faring as well as you.”

“Yeah...my guess is because of my armor. That, and I don't think his aura helped with the fall.”

“His-”

“NOT NOW, CHURCH!” Trent yelled.

“Who are you taking talking to?” Princess Celestia asked in confusion.

“I'll explain later. Right now, I just want to get my friend to a hospital.”

“I don't think your friend needs it.”

“The hell are you talking about?”

“Maybe you should check his body,” she replied with a smile

Before Trent can say anything, Church said, “Bio-Scans shows that his injuries are healing just fine, Wash. Somehow...”

“What?!” Trent yelled before looking at Steven.

“Told you my semblance was based on light,” Steven chuckled as he used his good arm to help him stand his legs seeming to begin to support his weight again.

“Now… would you be so kind as to tell me your names?” Princess Celestia requested.

Trent hesitated for a moment before saying, “Call me Agent Washington, or just Wash.”

“I’m Steven Daystar, it’s a pleasure to meet you princess.”

“Well Steven, Agent Washington… what are you actually doing this deep in the Everfree Forest?” Princess Celestia asked.

“Well we woke up in that dump not too long ago, and later on met that bitch who summoned werewolves to attack us,” Trent said.

“Beowolves,” Steven added “they’re called Beowolves.”

“I'm pretty sure she doesn't know what those are, so I stuck with what they looked like.”

“So she called Grimm to attack you?” Celestia asked, to their surprise. “They’re appearing more and more nowadays but I never expected her to be able to summon them.”

“You know what Grimm are?”

“I know of them… but I am unsure where they came from.” Celestia admitted.

“All I can recall right now is they're attracted to negative emotions, and come in a bunch of shapes and sizes. My friend here knows more about that stuff.”

“I guess,” Steven agreed as he finally managed to stand on his own.

“You know, I'm surprised you guys are so calm about the large furry here,” Epsilon said, appearing in front of everyone.

“Who… or what is that?” Celestia asked in surprise.

Trent sighed. “This is my AI companion, Epsilon. Or Church. He goes by either. He's the guy I was yelling at earlier.”

“Sup?” Church said, staring up at Celestia.

“With everything I’ve seen in the heard about this year… I’m not going to question this,” Celestia sighed.

“Yeah...I'm on the same boat, considering what I've seen and heard TODAY. Seriously, where the HELL are we?”

“You don’t know?”

“Well we woke up in a ruin after collapsing in a hall so… I’d say no,” Steven admitted.

“Doesn't help that we're most likely the only ones of our entirely species in this planet,” Trent added

“I’ll help direct you out of this place. I’ll see if we can find anyway to help you work out what happened,” Celestia told them.

Trent grabbed his rifle and put his shotgun on his back before looking up at Celestia. “Well Princess, lead the way.”