“Tia I’m serious, you should watch at least one episode. I guarantee you will love the characters, especially Prince Albert. You do say you would love to meet another charming member of Royalty.” Luna beseeched to her sister.

“No. I understand you are happily making friends being a ‘humare’, and believe me it warms my heart that you are once again accepted by my little ponies, but I will not watch that silly program.” Princess Celestia had been plagued with the same request from her sister ever since she discovered the craze that had become a new sub-culture amongst her subjects.

A TV show about a band of cartoon characters, either fighting the forces of evil or going about their daily routine with a random event thrown in. For five years the program had been running and had collected quite a fan base. The fierce combat scenes were something unimaginable by pony standards, with devices called guns and ‘martial arts’. Nopony knew what that meant, but they certainly did not want to be on the receiving end of it.

“Oh Tia, it is not a silly program. You know fillies are forbidden from seeing it. It is truly a spectacular form of entertainment, even for an animation. The action, drama, and even the episodes where they go about their daily routines are quite enjoyable. You should at least watch the first few episodes. Please.” The Princess of the night was giving her elder the old puppy dog eyes, as they made their way down the royal corridors she continued to plead her case. Soon the alabaster alicorn sighed, bid her sister goodnight, and headed towards her chambers.

In the ill lit room of the older Diarch, a few treats and snacks were on a serving trolley; left behind for tonight’s entertainment. The cakes and drinks were left opposite the balcony, where a dying sun was seen setting on the horizon. Celestia perched herself on her Princess sized bed, fit for her majesty, and locked the door. After erecting a sound proof barrier, she levitated a TV remote and flicked her 50 inch plasma screen on. Surfing through the channels, she kept an eye on the time.

Oh hurry up. It’s about to start soon. If I miss this then I’m going to imprison Haspony and make them re-run it.

Soon enough, she found the channel she was looking for and luckily, for everypony who made the show, the adverts were still on. The Princess sighed in relief and levitated a single piece of popcorn to her lips. She smiled merrily as the salty flavour treated her taste buds.

Unfortunately her moment of bliss shattered like glass when there was a knock at the balcony door. Wide eyed, she slowly rotated her head and spotted the source of the tapping. Her mouth dropped in horror as her sister entered the room.

“Oh can I borrow your shampoo dear sister, mine is empt…” She was cut off by a thunderous guitar rift.

“My big humans: Friendship is expendable.” Luna immediately faced the TV, still in shock over the energetic music in the background.

“Loyal minds,

cynical hearts.

brave spirits,

steel will.

Pestering people,

escaping danger.

And trouble makes us all complete.

My big humans, you guys know you’re my best frieeeenndss.” cried the male chorus.

“I still hate you guys.” a gruff voice added as the intro ended.

Luna was stunned as the TV picked off from where it left off last week. There was a pause. Then the Princess of the night turned to face her sister with a smug luck on her face. Arching an eyebrow she saw Celestia look away with a shade of crimson on her cheeks.

“So you do…”

“IF YOU TELL ANYONE, I WILL NOT JUST BANISH YOU TO THE MOON, BUT ALSO THROW YOU INTO THE SUN AFTERWARDS!” declared Celestia, flustered with both an intense rage and a burning embarrassment.

Luna was unfazed and still smiled.

“Wanna watch it together?” she asked sincerely, she recognised that this was a dark secret her sister did not want exposed. That and that she might actually burn Luna to a crisp. There was what felt like an everlasting silence.

“Yes.” Celestia admitted, levitating a bottle of coca-coltla to her younger sibling.

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“Where the Hell is Shadowman? We gotta move!” A behemoth of a man roared, charging down the corridor. The ruptured remains of his enemies were sprawled about as he tried to make is escape. The victims of his 12-guage shotgun were the least his of problems.

“He’s enroute, stick to the plan Hank.” A voice reassured down his head piece. He made his way quickly through automatic doors but often met resistance. As a result he occasionally had to manually lift the reinforced steel doors and continue his mission. Explosions could be heard around the facility, causing the hallways to shake violently.

“Damn it! Albert where is he?! Oh fuck.” He was lifting a door when three more guards stepped out. He only wore a bullet proof vest and combat pants, as opposed to the armoured men before him. He was hoping they would hit one of his grenades on his chest belt, when one of them fell to the floor.

A black blur was seen retracting a blade from his neck, and it moved onto the second. His shadow themed trench coat flared as he danced around the man, puncturing him repeatedly. The final guard raised is assault rifle and it was battered away by another long blade. The arm dagger slid down and cut off his index finger. By the time he saw his reflection in his attacker’s shades it was too late. A quick slash across the throat and the man collapsed.

The Princess’ could see why this level of violence was accepted, as they munched on cakes and slurped up soda. It was a dark desire being indulged, without the need to actually butcher ponies. Not that the fighting was major part of the cartoon, they had their normal days too, but it did seem to crop up at least four times a series.

“There you are. What took you so long?” the titan asked, dropping the door and picking up his shotgun.

Shadowman pointed to the guards and then his watch. He shrugged and the blades retracted back up his sleeve. He nodded towards the exit and they both ran in that direction.

“I don’t care if you were busy; I just took out the generator in less than a minute and managed to get here on time!” Hank was furious, combined with the adrenaline in his veins, he was tempted to squash he team mate.

The silent assassin raised his arms in defence as they reached another door. It was locked and to make matters worse the alarm was screaming away.

”Warning. Reactor failure. Facility destruction immanent. T-minus 5 minutes and counting.” The automated voice warned. The blaring amber lights highlighted Shadowman’s spiked hair and Hank's brown crew cut.

“Albert sir, we’re stuck. The door to the hanger is locked.” Hank informed is superior, pressing a finger against is ear.

“Copy that. Don’t worry. Frank’s already fixing that. Wait what? Why should I tell him to listen for music?” The herculean man and the quiet killer looked at each other with confusion. Although Hank’s face was easy to read, Shadowman’s shades made him difficult to interpret. Only the movement of his mouth and eyebrows gave away any form of emotion.

” Warning-Warning T-minuuus 5 4 8 3…Don’t cha wanna go for a ride…” The song blasted through the corridors; the pair soon realised what the last message was about.

“Hey Hank, I thought I’d give you some inspirational music whilst you attempted to run for your life.” A young voice crackled down both of their headsets.

“Spiteful bastard, you want me to die listening to this shit eh Frank?” he replied to his younger brother. As usually brotherly love was apparent, as it was on any mission.

“You know I’ve been itching to use that hack. Knowledge that is collected, but never used, is always wasted.” the younger sibling quoted sagely. The words of wisdom only further angered the giant.

“Okay enough messing around. Get the extraction point. We messed up big time.” The leader responded.

Princess Celestia required time to get used to some of the Equestrian profanity being thrown about from time to time, but all in all it was used in realistic circumstances. Levitating another slice of chocolate cake in front of the indigo pony, the Mistress of the night refused her sister’s offer and threw another batch of caramel carrot slices in her mouth. They watched intently as the series started coming to its climax. A lot of talk had been traveling far and wide of this being the final episode, despite the promise of three more series.

“So tell me Tia. Who is you favourite human?” Luna asked, not taking her eyes away from the action.

“Well you were correct, I do favour Prince Albert. He is a brave character who finds the best in people. Not like Hank, but still I do sometimes like the brute's head strong attitude.” Celestia responded, flinching as Hank used his empty shotgun as a baton to smack another guard. “What about you Lulu?”

“I find myself torn between Shadowman and Frank. I do love the silent assassin’s display of emotions. I find it cute when he is shocked or confused, and how submissive he is. I also enjoy Frank’s harsh comments, so cynical and snide.”

The pair watched for fifteen minutes as the dynamic duo fought their way through countless numbers of guards. Despite the immense butchering, little blood was shed. Likely due to the cartoon nature of the program. Still, the assassin was a master with his twin blades, effortlessly dancing around.

His partner, on the other hand was quick to anger, and fought as delicately as a bull in a china shop. He blasted many foes with his weapon, threw guards into others, and broke a few spines on the way out. A very entertaining spectacle.

Soon the soldiers arrived to a large rusted hanger, where large burning air ships sat row by row, as an immense gun fight was taking place below. Dug into a mountain was an old air bunker, metal walls and faded paint revealed the age of the facility. Running along the catwalk, they spied the only working ship amongst its burning brothers. They also took notice to the man keeping a large force at bay. The skilled marksman held a long rifle out of a window and repeatedly fired towards an approaching mob.

He was seen pausing as the duo reached ground level.

“Hank, Shadowman, get in! If the ship takes any more damage we won’t even drift out of here.” He ordered. More thunderous cracks were heard as they sprinted up the ramp, turning to find the lever to raise the ramp. Hank found it and shouted for the assassin to tell Albert to take flight. He nodded and took off, bounding up amongst the internal beams.

Bouncing from support beam to catwalk he soon reached the bridge of the flying ship.

“You know if you called ahead, we could have at least made you something to eat.” Frank remarked at his silent comrade, without moving his eyes away from the screen. Disgruntled, Shadowman marched to his superior and tapped him on the shoulder.

The blonde haired man turned and faced his brother in arms. Lowering the sniper and propping it up by the stock. He gripped the barrel and stared at the man before him. His armoured chest plate glistened under lights, illuminating the royal insignia. An Excalibur sword, reaching from top to bottom, with wings reaching around. Scratches, burns, and dents belonging to many bullets were littered across dark plate.

“I know, get Hank up here. We are pulling out now.” With that the phantom returned to the man below. Prince Albert turned and bent over. He tapped the floor and the helm rose up. He grabbed the ships steering wheel and lifted it gently, resulting in a pair of engines igniting.

“We’re going to die you know.” He heard to his right.

“Have a little bit faith kid, we can still make this.” Frank turned, his dark chocolate pony tail swaying to the side. Arching an eyebrow, he took note of explosions, the continuous gun fire and the screams as he looked up to his smiling commander. Both of their blue eyes met and he turned way shaking his head.

“Forgive me if I don’t believe you, I have always been a realist.” He sighed and pulled out a cigar. Propping his legs on the console next to him, he lit the cigar and took a deep drag.

“You mean pessimist. We have survived worst.” Albert replied. He brought the large ship into a hovering position and rotated it clockwise to face the exit. He made sure not to burst the enlarge balloon keeping the ship in the air. Thankfully it was bullet proof and each piece of metal bounced off.

Outside he saw the beautiful landscape, mountain ranges, lush hills and dense forests. On the edge of his field of view he spied his kingdom. A large castle, surrounded by a great wall, emerged out of the background. He recalled making his brother give a royal oath not to find him if he didn't return.

This mission was to determine, once and for all, whether or not good will triumph over evil.

“Pahtato, Patahto.” He responded. “You might wanna hurry up if you want to prove me wrong.” he added morbidly.

“Yeah let’s get out of here. I’m sick of this song.” Hank inserted, clipping his younger brother across the back of his head.

The intellectual glared at his elder, meanwhile the giant still walked up to the window. Shadowman stepped in, drove a bade into into one of the speakers, and continued sharpening his blade nonchalantly.

“So what are we waiting for?” Hank asked the Prince.

Sure enough the floating ship made its way towards the exit. Hank asked to borrow the pistols his majesty kept on him at all times. He agreed, passed him both of his close combat weapons, the titan fired them both mercilessly towards the still fighting guards.

“Take this motherfucker! Hahahaha HAHAHAHAHAH HAHAHAHAAA!” The now psychotic man crackled with each shot. Occasionally he tossed a grenade to the floor below causing another uproar of laughter. Shadowman looked at Frank, who only rolled his eyes and continue smoking his cigar.

“Let the boy have his fun; if he isn’t walked, half-dressed, fed or killing something, he isn’t happy.” He sighed, tapped the cigar, and the ash fell at the foot of his chair.

Shadowman nodded and took a seat. With his shades he could withstand the glare of the sun. But they did nothing to stop him being thrown to the ceiling.

The small band of troops slammed against the ceiling at the sudden jerk, before plummeting to the back of the cockpit. Whilst sprawled out across the wall, Prince Albert took the time assess the situation, despite the newly forming chest pain. The rear cables connecting the ship to the zeppelin had snapped, and now the group were staring at the two cords keeping them in the air. The whole ship was facing the sky.

“Bastards shot the cables.” Albert stated, rolling onto is back.

“Thank goodness our Prince is here otherwise we would be oh so confused. Now with his incredible powers of deduction perhaps he could get us out of here!” chided Frank, looking for his cigar.

Luna and Celestia edged towards the end of the bed, captured by sudden change of events. Celestia was starting to believe the rumours of the series ending were true. She started thinking how she would miss the characters. More importantly how they were a release of a stressful day, occasionally she might replace a few bad guys with certain ponies who were a persistent pain in the flank.

Meanwhile, Luna was worried. This was the best thing to happen to her since her release. These characters aided her greatly in making new friends. Despite the resolution of Nightmare night, she still found it difficult to socialise. This cartoon had led to an incredibly accepting community, in turn causing the Princess to meet new ponies leading to new friends.

From the deepest place of her heart, she really didn’t want them to die.

“Sir, here are your guns. Thanks for letting me play with them for a while.” Hank groaned and slid the spent weapons across the wall they lay on. He looked at the front of the ship and saw the sniper fall towards his crotch. With a panicked jump back, he barely managed to avoid being the proud owner of two burst testicles.

“Watch out Hank. Let’s not give your grand kid a black eye now.” Albert jested.

“Oh don’t worry. We won’t live that long.” added Frank, relighting the lost cigar.

The Prince opened his mouth to respond, but could not find the words. He had nothing to say that could promise a way out.

The ship was hanging on by a thread and steadily climbing towards the edge of the atmosphere.

He was about to say something, anything, when another tether snapped. The group covered their faces when thick metal coil slammed into the window, resulting in a spray of glass. Shadowman started plucking glass guards from his trench coat when the pony-tailed man spoke.

“Still not going to talk? Seriously? We’re about to plummet to our deaths and you won’t even say goodbye?” Frank asked with genuine curiosity.

Shadowman just shook his head and grinned.

The annoyed man took a deep drag and faced Hank.

“I told you to take the assault rifle, but nooo. ‘The shotgun would help clear out all of those on the way.’” He said giving a mocking impersonation of his brother.

“You ain’t my mother. Besides, I did didn’t I? I only missed a few.” He responded. He wasn’t about to die with his ego in pieces. He took pride in the work he accomplished, and often didn’t take too well to criticism.

“Knock it off, let’s at least attempt to be civil.” suggested the Prince. There was a short pause before everyone started laughing. Except the mute, he just smiled happily. Then silence fell upon the group again, this time a grimmer mood engulfed the heroes. The sound of bullets was the only thing that could be heard, but even that was faint.

“Any last words your majesty?” Frank asked, truly accepting his fate. Despite often claiming death was around the corner he knew there was often a way out. Not this time. Now he was going to die.

“No. No last speech, no last wishes for the future and no false hope to give. I just want us to think about how far we’ve come.”

“Thanks for the gig sir. I don’t think anybody else would have survived if I went to prison. You gave me a second chance. I’d do this all over again, even if I knew it had the same results. Not only did you save me, but also any prisoners cocky enough to take me on.” Hank chuckled.

“No problem, you are a good man. I should thank you for your aid all this time.”

“I’d like to say thanks for giving me purpose. The university was starting to get boring. Here my mind is put to some use, even if it is about to meet the shrubbery thousands of miles below. You were a brilliant leader my lord, good job. You still didn't clear my tax evasion charge however so…” He made a circular motion with the lit cigar.

“How about you Shadow man, any last words?” Frank attempted to pry some form of vocabulary out of him, and failed.

He merely rolled onto is back, brought two fingers to his forehead, and saluted.

“Beautiful, just…Excuse me a sec.” Frank feigned an attempt to hide his crocodile tears. The silent assassin’s lips twitch as he repressed a smirk.

“Hahaha. By the way, sorry for nearly killing you when we first met. Never did get around to making up for that.” the titan apologised.

Shadowman drove his hand into the air and gave him an okay sign with it.

There was a metallic groan as the last tether began to slowly unravel. The TV split into two images; one of the heroes still sprawled out on the wall, and the other was a close up of the cord.

Slowly, a depressing piano melody played out. Celestia and Luna looked at each other, both wearing morbid expressions, and leant against each other. They could only watched as the final moments of their favourite characters played out.

“I’m going to remove the hooves of the pianist who played this wonderful piece.” Celestia mumbled, a small tear forming in her eye. Luna was still thinking about the fandom, and how it would dissolve after this episode and how she might lose all of her new colleagues and friends.

Meanwhile the group had moved around. Frank and Hank wanted to be side by side when the time came. From left to right lay; the power-house named Hank, the genius named Frank, the ghost of a man labelled Shadowman, and finally to the leader of the misfits: Prince Albert.

“I definitely know now that Prince Albert is my favourite, how about you?” Celestia said, holding back the tears.

“Shadowman.” whimpered Luna. “No matter what anypony says I am his biggest fan.” she finished.

The soldiers looked at each other. They recognised the different backgrounds they came from. Whether poor or royalty, they had united under one common goal: to stop any invading evil from attacking the kingdom.

“Gotta say I feel sorry for you Prince Albert.” Hank broke the silence.

“Oh yeah? Why?” He replied curiously.

“At least we don’t get to die being associated with a penis piercing.” They shared another chuckle.

Hank took a deep breath, held it, and slowly released it. As the melancholy music continued, the behemoth reached out and shook hands with his brother. He responded with a strong nod with a grin. He passed the gesture over to Shadowman; he earned slow nod and a slowly emerging smile. He turned over and shook hands with his Prince, who also returned the friendly grin.

They all turned to face the single cord as it began to unwind further.

“Look alive lads, there’s only one thing left to happen.” the Diarch commanded one last time.

“Yes sir.” All but Shadowman replied, but he joined in as they gave one last salute.

Time slowed as the tether groaned, and ever so slowly it twisted. Unwinding until…

Snap.

The group’s half was plunged into darkness as the image of the cord enveloped the screen. The sudden departure of the rest of the tether resulted in the music reaching its climax. There was a deathly silence as the broken cord hung there.

Thud.

Celestia and Luna sniffled softly as an acoustic version of the intro played to the credits. A child’s voice pulled on their heart strings. As she recited the lyrics so did the Diarchs.

Had they have not been singing, and Celestia’s sound proof barrier been put down, they would have heard the same thud outside near Crystal Lake.

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Miles away was Ponyville. A troublesome little town where something quickly spirals out of control. It rested past Crystal Lake and before the Everfree forest. The small town was home to wide variety of characters, one of which was about to get her wish. A literal tree-house, given that it the building was made out of a still living Oak tree. Inside a small sniffling mare quickly flicked off the TV in her room and rolled over in her bed. The lavender unicorn turned to face the stars.

Why did they kill them off? The good guys always win! That’s how it always is and is to be. She thought, mourning the loss of her idol.

A purple lizard, stirred at the sound of her repressed weeping, before turning over. He was too young for such a violent show, but she did treat him to the occasional filly friendly episode, after she had checked it of course.

What caught her attention, as she stroked her tail and wished to once again own Mrs Smarty Pants, was the way her horn would not stop glowing.

“huh? How long has that been…”

Boom

She was cut off by an faint explosion.

“What the hay?” she whispered to herself, looking out of the window. Still keeping the tears at bay, she tried to find out what the noise was. She couldn’t see anything, she gazed towards the Everfree.

Nothing.

She looked towards Crystal Lake, but found her view obscured by numerous houses.

She dismissed it as her imagination and returned to her grieving. Shortly after, she managed to squeak one last word, before drifting off into a deep sleep.

“Frank.” Her eyes finally closed for the rest of the night.

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The group awoke, feeling the pain of when they sprang forward and slammed against the floor. The resultant force knocked them out cold. It appeared that the ship had self-righted and was now, almost, horizontal. The sound of water sloshing all around them told them they were alive, for now. Prince Albert knew that the ship would be slowly taking on water and would sink soon, but couldn’t fathom as to why there was so much water around them in the first place.

Morning sun crept in and blinded each member. Everybody remained lying down, feeling the disorientating effects of regaining consciousness overwhelm them.

“Frank, you dead?” Hank asked.

“Yeah, I’m chilling with my good friend pain, courtesy of your elbow in my gut.” He responded viscously. Hank kept his elbow in his brothers gut, but not of his own will.

“I think I’ve fucked up my arm.” He tried to twist and was met with a searing pain. “Yea I think it’s broken.” He concluded.

“What about the Prince?” Frank asked, scouting the room. Both brothers turned to face the Prince and found him resting against the helm. Water was lapping up across his thighs.

“Just peachy.” He groaned and tried to find his final friend.

“Shadowman if you’re dead say ‘BEHOLD THE VOICE OF GOD.’” Frank mocked. He didn’t need hear him to know he was knocking about somewhere.

“He has gone to fetch aid. I do not know where we are, but we are in no condition to move around. My ankle is sprained, and someone had to watch you guys.” he replied, grimacing at the throbbing pain in his ankle.

“What about the enemy, surely they’ll be coming down the mountain to get us.” Hank added, using his arm to pull the broken one onto his lap.

“You’re not going to believe this, but the hanger? It’s gone, so is the mountain.”

The brothers looked at each other. Frank stood up and hobbled to the flooded window, still clutching his stomach.

“I’ll be damned.” He whispered.

Outside he gazed upon a vast amount of greenery, and beautiful lake, and what appeared to a village off in the distance. Tall trees, shaded 50 varieties of both brown and green, encircled a large majority of the water. The single gap revealed what appeared to be a medieval town. What shocked him the most was how quite a tranquil the small patch of paradise seemed. However, what left him with a mortified expression was how the mountain had disappeared.

“Okay. Where are we?” The intellectual could not recall the location of this lake, how they got there, but more importantly where the mountain had moved to.

“I have no idea. Hopefully Shadowman can answer that if he makes contact with the locals.” Prince Albert stated. Given the situation he found his team in, he hoped relief would arrive fast.

“Yeah I can see how that goes down. Whilst he is either paying charades or pictionary, we are stuck here,” the genius helped his brother up off the floor, “waiting for them to guess.” he continued highly annoyed.

“He has never us failed before, and I trust he will succeed yet again.” His majesty was hoisted out of the water by the titan using his still functioning arm.

“Meanwhile let us wait outside, I believe this wreck will be amongst the bed rock shortly.” As they all limped away from the wreckage, the member of royalty had one last thing to say.

“Told you we’d make it.”

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Outside they had managed to get a fire going to dry off; they could see the remains of the ship slowly sliding out into the center of the lake. They took note of the thrusters which were missing, the zeppelin that had drifted away and the man in a trench coat returning.

He seemed to be stumbling about, but kept is head perfectly parallel to the floor. He ignored the concerned looks of his comrades, and avoided the questions he was asked. He sat down on a rock opposite his Prince.

After staring into space, for what seemed like hours, he was shaken back to reality by a question.

“What are the locals like? Shadow, are they hostile?” interrogated his leader, shaking him by the shoulders. His trench coat fell of, revealing a skin tight black training vest and twin bracelets. Under his arms was a collection of knives.

He shrugged in response and began using sign language.

“This must be serious.” Albert replied, mentally translating the hand movements. He recognised one word, but the other two were a mystery.

“Well don’t leave us in the dark.” added Hank to the one-sided conversation. He used his brothers denim jacket as a sling, leaving Frank with is green T-shirt and jeans.

“What is it boy, did Timmy fall in the well?” Frank mocked, pretending to be worried for the fictional boy.

“No that can’t be right. Are you sure? That would be impossible.” Albert stated in disbelief at what he heard. Or read to be precise.

Then the human shadow did something he saves for the most disturbing of events. Times when he was truly shocked, appalled or when not taken seriously. A simple gesture, but one that would always turned heads and gained followers in his beliefs.

He removed his custom shades.

The group’s eyes widened at the realisation that what he had explained was true. Only Albert knew the true gravity of the situation. Shadow shot each a glance, lasting half a minute, with his hazel eye. He returned the glasses to their resting place.

“Well?” Hank pressed on.

“If he is telling the truth, then in that village live ponies.”

“Ponies?” Frank said sceptically.

“It gets worse. Horned and winged multi-coloured ponies too.” The informant nodded slowly.

“Bullshit he’s lying!” Hank yelled. Immediately a blade slid out of one of the bracelets on Shadowman’s arm. It was the exact length of his forearm. Hank realised that he may not be lying after all.

“You can’t expect us to believe this. Look, Shadow, you might have a concussion. You can frown all you want but listen to… think about… recall what you just gestured. You just said… charaded that there is a village filled with ponies, unicorns and pegasi. I don’t believe you. Oh put that knife away before you cut yourself. I will believe you when I am friends with a fucking pink pony with a habit of digesting cake.

“Well you’re in luck mister grumpy potty-mouth pants; we can have an ‘I found a pink pony, who is my best friend, and likes to eat cake’ party. Oh, we can also have a ‘welcome to Ponyville’, a ‘we are not mythological party’ and a ‘I nearly escaped the number one hide and seek champion’ party.” a new voice chirped.

The assassin felt something blunt pat his back. The group each turned to face an unexpected sight. There, perched next to Shadowman, sat a small candy pink pony. Her frizzy party pink mane seemed reached down to her eyes. Those dish like blue eyes, peered into Prince Albert’s soul. That painfully large grin caused the silent killer to edge away slowly.

“Hi! My name’s Pinkie Pie.”

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Author's Notes:

Author note's

What if the ponies were the bronies and the humans are the transported characters? I often wondered what ponies would see if they did a show about us humans. So I figured I stick with what I know: we can be killers for a cause and kind hearted saints. Notice how I said we can also be saints? Don't flame because you feel this will be another 'humans are bastards' fic. It won't. My characters won't be evil.... much.