Training Week 1 Day 1

Shining Armor had just gathered all of our troops and placed them at attention in front of us. The seven of us were looking over the troops we were training. Royal guards of both kinds were seen in random orders. In front of Logan were 200 unicorns. Austin also had 200 unicorns in front of him. Andy had 200 pegasi in front of him. Nick had 200 earth ponies in front of him. Alex had 200 ponies of every race in front of him. The same thing as Alex was with Ike and me. All 1400 ponies were dressed in the usual armor that royal guards would wear.

Almost immediately, my six friends started training their troops. Nick and Ike made their troops start marching in armor with gear and weights. Logan moved his forces to the range, not caring for their physical capabilities yet. Andy moved his troops to start weapons training. Alex moved his troops so he could start hand to hand/hoof to hoof combat training. Austin moved his troops and started training his troops with a spell book he borrowed from Twilight that involved healing spells. I looked at my troops as they watched the other troops mobilize and train.

"Move to that building over there", I said while pointing to one of the Quonsets. I watched the troops as they moved to the building. Before the zombie apocalypse, I studied and read about anything that interested me. Usually, that meant something violent or something that is related to violence. One of the things I knew about was psychology. I tell some aspects about people by looking at how they walk, the way they walk, how they look at things, etc. Everyone filed into the building. I walked in front of everypony and looked at them. “You, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you,  you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, you, and you. Step forward. Now, you go back to Shining Armor. I'm not training you. Argue or say anything and I will shoot you with a nonlethal round." The ponies I pointed to and dismissed walked with a gait that showed that their life was carefree, weren't disciplined, and other things along the likes of that. This was dangerous in combat because these type of people did things and didn't care about the consequences. One of them was about to open his mouth until I took my 870 shotgun from my inventory and pointed it at him.

From there, I started a process of elimination to determine which ponies I were to train and the ones I didn't. One of them subjects I would read and study about was psychology. What I did was make everypony go outside and interviewed each of them. How the interview worked was that I magically made a table and a chair that I could use and a chair for the pony to use. On the table was a plate of hay fries and a glass of lemonade and sugar. I would ask each pony several questions about their life and such. Anything they could have done or said would affect whether or not they would be trained by me. The food and drinks on the table determined whether or not they were a good leader. How? One U.S. Admiral once determined whether to consider promoting officers into higher ranks by inviting them to dinner and watching them eat. One way that U.S. admiral determined how they were a good leader was he checked if the man he was interviewing prematurely salted or seasoned his food without tasting it. This showed that whoever he interviewed would do things prematurely without knowing all the details. How this applied to real life is when you are at war, would you do something with knowing all the details? During the interviews, I noticed a lot of things, how much they were disciplined, how they acted, and their lifestyle. I also met a pony I thought would never volunteer for training from a deadly being, Ironwork. In another interview, I found out that Nightwatch would be trained by me.

Once the interviews were finished, I brought everypony back into the building and at attention. “Now, everyone that I call out, step out and stand next to me. Nightwatch, Ironwork, Classified, King, Dead Eye, Burst Fire, Cold Death, Top Secret, Grunt, Colt Army, Rook, Famine, Cold Steel, Flying Death, War, Black Ops, Ghost, Pestilence, Conquest, Peace, Barrior, Brutis, Goliath, Blade, Crimson, and Cloak." The twenty-six of them walked forward and stood next to me."The rest of you, report to Shining Armor, you are dismissed. You will not be trained."

Of course, this caused some controversy from Shining Armor and several officers. Seven officers, Shining Armor, two pegasi captains, two unicorn captains, and two earth pony captains, approached me."Tran what the buck are you thinking, dismissing 174 soldiers?!?", Shining Armor yelled.

"Those soldiers aren't going to be trained by me and that's final."

"WHY!?!? Twenty-six soldiers is not enough for a battalion. It's barely a platoon!"

"Those other soldiers aren't capable and fit for my training."

"How would you know. You are but a child", an earth pony captain said.

"I may be a child but I know things. Back on my world before the world ended, there was a government and military like yours. Except we had a special forces division. I know how they trained and it will break anyone not strong in the mind or body."

"I doubt it's that difficult."

"One special forces of my world, the Navy Seals, one of the best, had one of the most brutal training programs there was. You basically have to be able to hold your breath underwater for five minutes to survive some of their training. In the winter, they go to an arctic environment and swim in the near frozen water. In the summer, they go to the desert and march in the 120+ heat. To graduate, they have to go through hell week, one week of constant testing. They crawl through a trench covered in barbed wire while live gunfire and explosions happen just feet away from you. If you mess up, you die. Some Navy Seals actually learn to ignore pain. After training, you are super soldiers. The troops I dismissed aren't fit for the training I know about. I don't want any unnecessary suicides or deaths. What I choose is what I choose. Leave it be." I walked off towards where my troops were located.

On my way, an officer walked up to me, one of the earth ponies that were with Shining Armor. "Kid, I used to be an adventurer like you until I took an arrow to the knee. All I do now is lead troops and train them. What I heard from that, makes me wonder what your species is like", the earth pony captain said.

"Let’s keep it at, our species had enough firepower to end the world ten times over." I walked off again.

By now, it was late at night and everyone had gone to bed. Apparently, the interviews took about nine hours so it was literally one in the morning already. I teleported back into my bunker and looked into Scootaloo's room. She looked peaceful and untouched by reality, sleeping in her bed. She still lived in the bunker even after I was blasted into another dimension by the Nightmare.

I took off my backpack, placed it on the ground, and jumped into it. I looked around the universe that was my backpack and went to a workshop I installed in my backpack. In the previous morning, I had placed nearly everything that involved me into the backpack. That meant half of the .22 ammo, half of the 5.56X45MM ammo, half of the twelve gauge ammo, any generic ammo, such as plasma rounds, most of my weapons, the workshop in general, nearly all of my projects, and some poisons, nerve agents, and bio agents that the sadistic and masochistic Trans made. I went to work on another project of mine.

Training Week 1 Day 2

"I know I can get some helium-3 from the moon and hydrogen-2 from the reservoirs but where am I going to get uranium?", I asked.

"You can synthesize using your magic it but you'll need some radiation shielding. I wouldn't advise doing so but you are near unbillable by non-holy outside forces", my A.I. replied.

"Lead or gold?"

"Well lead is-Tran, it's time to wake the trainees", my A.I said.

I looked at my watch and saw that it was already five in the morning. I jumped out of my backpack and started walking towards where my troops were located after I walked back to get my backpack that I left on the ground. Soon, I made it back to the training grounds, despite it being on the other side of town.

I stood inside the building that housed all of my trainees. I looked at them, all peaceful and asleep. Too bad. I pulled my Barrett from my inventory and aimed it into the air. *BOOM* the resulting gunshot caused everypony to scramble out of their beds and onto the floor. “ATTENTION!! Today is your official day of training. Since you guys are composed of all three pony races, I have to change one thing about you guys."*SNAP* A bright light covered the twenty-six ponies. Once the light disappeared, all of them were no longer any of the pony races. The pegasi no longer had wings, the unicorns no longer had horns, and the earth ponies lost their natural strength and connection to nature. “Before any of you complain, this makes the training fair to each of you. You earth ponies no longer have natural earth pony strength. Your current physical size and attributes were as if you guys never became any of the pony species. You guys do have any gained muscle mass that you may have earned from exercise or working out. You'll get them back when it comes to one of my CQC(Close Quarters Combat) lessons."

I made the twenty-six of them march three lap around the camp to test their physical ability. I already knew that the they already had PT (Physical Training) from when they first became royal guards but PT is still PT. I sat midair, watching the platoon running laps. When they finished running, about three laps or about six miles, they regrouped in front of me. From there, I started weapons training. Specifically, the weapons they were going to be using in combat, the T1 crossbow. It turned out the Equestrians named the weapons after me. The T in T1 stood for Tran.

In the middle of training, Logan visited. “Hi Logan. What are you here for?"

"Long story short, I need a sniping weapon", Logan replied.

*SNAP* The two of us were now in my shop, specifically, the smith section. I picked up a crossbow and some equipment that I made before the Nightmare sent me to another dimension. *SNAP* The two of us were now back in the training grounds, specifically the long distance range, where Logan trained his troops. I handed Logan the crossbow and he examined it.

"Pulleys, multicarbon on steel, 25X zoom scope, mil dots scope, frame, and an oversized trigger for hooves. This is a piece of art Tran", Logan said.

"Try pulling the string back."

He did as so and he gained a face of awe. Fortunately, he had the Nanosuit fused to him so he was able to pull it back. “Tran, what is the string strength on this?"

"450 pounds. I based it on the French crossbows used during the Hundred Years War and a modern crossbow called the Tac-15. The crossbow fired steel bolts at speeds of 650+ FPS(Feet Per Second). It's effective range is about 500-750 yards in the hands of a skilled shooter."

"WHAT!??! HOW!?!??! How are ponies going to pull this back?!?",

"One, the Tac 15 crossbow could easily hit a 2 inch target at 150 yards with ease in the hands of an unskilled shooter. The arrows fired from a Tac-15 crossbow flew at 400+ FPS. It used a 150 pound string. I just upped the strength of the string and now you have that. Two, I'm Tran. That's how I made it. Three, there's a separate crank pulley system that you attach to the crossbow that pulls it back by cranking it. It is vital to take the pulley system off to shoot it or you have a risk of damaging the pulley or the crossbow."

"Ummm. Tran, how much did this cost to make?", he asked.

"Weeeeeellllll, it took me thirteen hours of constant work to make. Plus, it would cost about 4200 bits to make one unit and the bolts would cost about thirty-five bits apiece."

"And there's the bad news."

I smirked at him and held the crossbow up in the air with magic. *SNAP* Clones of the crossbow and pulley systems with plenty of arrows appeared on the ground. “Say hello to the T2 crossbow."

Logan pulled out a large megaphone and yelled through it."TROOPS, FALL IN!!!" 200 troops filed out in front of the two of us in columns. “I will never understand how ponies can make things like this megaphone without electricity."

"Well, the ponies use magic in replication of electricity. Nearly the same but different and more limited in technology. Magic is more like AC electrical current than alternating electrical current. It isn't very efficient and tends to lose a massive percentage of its power over distances. Only things like megaphones, speakers, and light bulbs can be powered by magic. Yesterday as night, I converted my base from magically ran to nuclear steam power."

"NUCLEAR?!?!?!?"

"Don't worry. The myths about how nuclear power plants are untrue with mine. My base runs from a fusion generator. The generator is an advanced form of nuclear power and it runs on hydrogen-2 and helium-3 fuel cells. This form of nuclear power barely produces any radiation and it's not prone to melting down. It is incredibly efficient, nearly twice as efficient as using uranium fission generators. We even had this technology before the apocalypse happened."

"Then why did we use fission generators?!?"

"It's due to material availability. Hydrogen-2 is common in most oceans and seas but helium-3 is one of the most rarest known elements. Helium 3 can be made using nuclear fission but that is just stupid, using nuclear fission to use nuclear fusion. I have access to a high abundance of helium-3 because back on our universe, a high abundance of helium-3 was found on the moon and Equestria's moon shares the same property."

"Tran, what don't you know?"

"Four words. I. Am. An. Asian."

"Tran, how come there are about 250 crossbows?"

"Extra just in case some of them gets destroyed. They're extras. PEACE!"

I walked back to my troops after that ordeal. It turned out that it took about fifteen minutes so I didn't waste that much time. My trainees were still practicing shooting with the crossbow bipedal. I looked downrange and nearly everypony was doing terribly. I walked over to a talk where several T1s were and picked one up. I went to a shooting lane and fired the crossbow multiple times, scoring bullseyes every shot. Some of my trainees looked over to my range and looked at my target. “Everyone knows how to operate this weapon right?" Several yeahs answered me."Everyone knows how to properly shoot this right?" Several no's answered me."Burst Fire, come over here."

Burst fire was a unicorn that had a red coat and black mane. He walked up to me, crossbow in hand and said, “Burst Fire reporting."

"I want you to take three shots at my target right now."

Burst Fire took aim and fired three bolts in rapid succession, probably hoping to hit the target. He only did in missing the target with the repeating crossbow.

"Famine, you take three shots. Then War. Then Pestilence." I repeated this action to everypony and each of them had the same mistake except for Ironwork. Ironwork took a while to take his three shots but he actually managed to hit the target, getting two bullseyes and one hitting two rings away from the bullseye(by the way, the ponies used conventional ten ring archery targets)."Good job Ironwork. Does everypony know what they did wrong and what Ironwork did right? No? In training and in real life, you must fire a weapon accurately. Who cares if your weapon fires ten times faster than the enemies, you have to shoot accurately. Don't just spray and pray, take time and try to hit your target, no matter how long it takes. If you spray and pray, you'll find out that you'll be running out of ammo and getting killed by the enemy."

While I was teaching the trainees, Shining Armor walked up to me."Oi. What do you want?"

"Weeeeeelllllllllll", Shining started.

"Okay, that tells me it's something I am going to hate." I summoned a bottle of water and started to drink it slowly to prepare for the obvious spit take.

"You will be training Blueblood along with your other troops."

The spit take probably told Shining Armor how much I "loved" the idea or maybe it was being covered in water that did it."QUE?!?!?"

"What?", Shining Armor asked.

"Exactly!"

"Tran, no one knows how to speak the languages that you are fluent in."

"How about English or as you guys would call it, Equestrian. Everyone speaks that. Or Vietnamese because Ike, Andy, and Nick knows how to speak that,"

"Tran, you still have to train Blueblood, stop changing the topic."

"When's he coming?"

"Now you buffoon", Blueblood said as he rematerialized behind Shining Armor with the crack of a teleportation spell.

"Merde", I said.

"Stop mumbling and let’s get started." I looked to where Shining Armor was but saw nothing but I did hear the crack of a teleportation spell earlier. ‘I’m going to kill everyone one day.' I looked at Blueblood and noticed some of his features. He wasn't as groomed as he was during the Grand Galloping Gala during the episode, The Best Night Ever. “Exactly why are you taking my training?"

"You have no right to know", he replied.

"Oh really?", I said while summoning a clipboard, a piece of paper, and a pen. I took the items and placed the paper on the clipboard before I started to write on it. *SNAP* Whatever I wrote on it was teleported off to Celestia. About a minute passed and a letter was sent back as a reply. I opened it up and read it aloud.

Dear Tran,

Blueblood is taking your training because it has been given to him as a punishment for being too snobbish. He is to lose his prince title until he has passed your course. Anything can be done to him and he is not allowed to threaten others with his nobility or being able to come to me or Luna. You may do anything to him as you like. Blueblood has taken royal guard training before so he is aware of basic royal guard procedures and he is able to keep up with other basic troops. Please don't kill him as I remember your bet that you are doing this voluntarily and you do not live under my rule despite living in my kingdom.

Sincerely,

H.R.H. Princess Celestia of Equestria

The basic royal guard training did explain why he had his current body build despite being a unicorn noble. "Looks like I have the right to know. You try to pull anything on me and I won't pass you", I threatened him.

"How dare you. I am-", he started until I started to wave the letter in front of his eyes.

"Exactly. Now follow me, but first, you need to be exactly like the others." *SNAP* Just as that, his horn disappeared and I saw him blanch a bit. “I know that look. Yes, you are going to hate it. PLATOON! Looks like we have a new addition, anyone recognize him?"

Five Minutes of Unadulterated Complaints Later

"Okay, now that that's done, let’s continue with training." I watched the guards I were training attempt to make shots. Instead of spraying and firing as fast as possible, the started to take time to make their shots. What most people don't know is that in modern battle environments, most troops don't try to spray and pray unless they are a designated gunner. There are many reasons behind this but some of the main ones involve not wasting ammo. That and the misses could allow the enemy to shoot you accurately.

I walked over to where Blueblood was and he was doing just as bad as the troops when they were trying to spray. “Blueblood, stop wasting bolts and try to hit the target."

"What do you think I'm doing?!?", he said.

"Wasting ammo. You're shooting is terrible."

"Then I'd like to see you try it. You rely on your guns that doesn't take any skill what so ever."

"Okay." I took the crossbow out of his hooves and fired ten bolts into the target, each into the bullseye in less than five seconds. I placed more bolts into the hopper of the repeating crossbow and handed it back to him. “One, you have to take time for your shots, despite that I did that because in a combat scenario, if you are wasting ammo like that, you will run out and then you are a sitting target. Two, you need to hold the crossbow steadily in order to fire correctly. Three, you are clearly left hoof dominant so put your right hoof on the front stock of the weapon and put your left hoof on the trigger lever of the crossbow. Four, close your right eye and look through the sights, not the other way around. Five, I don't have a fifth reason." He tried shooting with the adjustments from what I said and was actually hitting the target in decent rings.

The day went by as they continued to practice using the crossbow. In the middle of the day, I walked over to Ironwork and told him to come with me. I walked over to a building that contained a temporary blacksmith and armory with Ironwork behind me.

The two of us entered the building. Inside the building were several blacksmiths, racks of weapons, smithies, work benches, etc. There were a total of about ten smiths inside. The two of us walked over to an empty bench.

"Ironwork, what I'm about to show you is one of the most dangerous things that I will ever show you. What I show you has to be held and handled with care and away from heat or you can die. I'm going to show you how to make dynamite. First,"

One Hour Later

"Now, we need to make some fuses", I said(of course I'm not going to put down how to make dynamite, but I actually do know how to make dynamite which can be thanked by an uncle of mine who has a pyrotechnics’ license). The only thing I can tell you about making dynamite is sawdust. In front of us was a bench with about ten sticks of fuse less dynamite balanced on top of it. They were the stereotypical looking dynamite, one inch thick and twelve inch long red sticks.

"Why don't we just use the cannon fuses?", Ironwork said while pointing to a shelf, containing several boxes, that was labeled, “Cannon Fuses."

"Now, I feel stupid." I walked over to the shelf and removed one of the boxes. I opened and looked into it, revealing a large spool of a thick grey wire. I took out the spool and walked back to the bench and started cutting the fuse wire into four inch pieces. I placed a fuse into each stick of dynamite.

Everyone, minus the ponies, knows what dynamite is. Dynamite is a high explosive that is based on nitroglycerin. It has a relative effectiveness factor of 1.25. Relative effectiveness factor is the measure of an explosive's explosive power based on density and explosive power. To compare, C4 has a relative effectiveness factor of 1.33, the Fatman nuclear device used on Nagasaki, Japan during World War II  has a relative effectiveness factor of 4500, and the B41 three stage nuclear device has a relative effectiveness factor of 5100000. Dynamite is the cartoon stereotypical explosive red sticks that you should never light. What most people don't know is that when you light the fuse, you have to hold it upside down because if you light it right side up, you have a possibility of the entire stick catching one of the sparks and blowing up prematurely. Dynamite is pretty stable just as long it is not exposed to extreme heat. Compared to the black powder, the current explosive that the ponies use, it has 150% more power.

"What is this exactly?", Ironwork asked.

"You'll see. Follow me." I picked up the dynamite and placed them into a crate before they went into my backpack. The two of us walked out and went back to the range. Everypony was still practicing with their T1 crossbows. “Everyone, stop shooting." Everypony shot one last bolt from their crossbow before they placed their weapons onto a table and walked over to me. I took out the crate of dynamite from my backpack and placed it onto the ground. “This is something you will be learning to use. You only need to know one word. Boom."

Dynamite is pretty simple to use and pretty easy to mess up with using and dying. My trainees caught on with dynamite quickly. Nothing went wrong except for when one of them dropped it right next to him when he was throwing it and it didn't help that it was already lit. Luckily, I had picked the stick of dynamite up and threw it before it blew. Any dynamite used was replaced by magical clones. The only downside to using dynamite was the fact that the explosions were loud. Equine creatures' hearing are four times more sensitive to noise than human ears. The troops stuffed bundles of clothe into their ears to compensate for the noise.

Training the troops went by pretty quickly for the day. it was about two in the afternoon before I dismissed my trainees for the rest of the day. In any military, you would not be dismissed that early but these troops were technically qualified troops that have been through basic boot camp and training before.

I turned myself into a pony and took flight. Being a pony is just strange. Even though I was a brony, I did not enjoy it entirely. You can basically hear everything as a pony because of the previously stated reason and having demon enhanced abilities didn't help either. Your eyes as a pony provides a wider range of sight because pony eyes are placed on the side of the head because ponies are herbivores while human eyes are pointed directly forward due to the fact that humans are predators that were originally meant to be hunters. One more thing that took a while to get used to was the extra appendages. Wings are incredibly sensitive and yes, wing boners exist. Wings were basically filled with muscles, hollow bones which meant they're fragile, clusters of nerves that can be used for torture or pleasure, and can be used for fighting, only if you ignore pain. Getting punched in the wing was the equivalent to a man getting punched in the balls and I developed a fighting style specifically meant for wings. However, my wings were a bit armored against that with titanium and tungsten feathers. Horns are even more sensitive than wings. Being six feet tall as a quadriped pony didn't help either. Not having hands was absolutely terrible but I did counter that by making nonvisible ethereal hands that have all the uses as a normal human hand, including feeling. A tail wasn't bad at all. Although, my fido's syndrome, a typical human syndrome that makes you unknowingly bounce one or both of your legs when you are happy or in a positive mood, was transferred to my pony form but instead of bouncing my leg, I wagged my tail. A pony wagging his tail. It looked strange to others.

I flew to the schoolhouse and landed a few hundred yards away from the school house. I took my Barrett out and placed it on the ground. I unloaded it and took the lens cap off of the scope before I started looking through it. The bell soon rang and Cheerilee and the school kids ran out. I reloaded my Barrett and replaced the lens cap before I placed it back into my inventory. I walked towards five familiar fillies.

"TRAN!!", the five of them said.

"Hello my students. You guys ready?", I asked. The five of them gave out replies of approval so we did the usual. They hopped onto my back before I flew to a high altitude to look for Rainbow Dash. My glasses scanned the horizon for the cyan pegasus. Then I heard the familiar flapping of a pegasus. I turned around and saw Rainbow Dash flying towards me. I flew slightly to the left and grabbed her, stopping her midair. I looked at her and saw that she dressed in Winter apparel.

"Awwww. How'd you know I was coming towards you?", she asked.

"I KNOW EVERYTHING!!! Plus, your wings flap loudly and you need feathers like mine to be able to fly quietly. You ready?"

"Bet I can beat you there", she challenged.

"Dashie, I have five fillies on my back, that would be irresponsible", I replied.

"Awwww", Rainbow Dash whined.

"To not win."

"Oh, it is on."

I teleported the fillies to the usual field we practiced at as Rainbow Dash flew off. The distance we would have been traveling at would have been about three miles. I knew I would beat Rainbow Dash in a race because I now had demon powers making me hundreds of times faster than I ever was. I flew off at top speed, broke the sound barrier, caused a Sonic Rainboom, passed Rainbow Dash in an instant, and landed in the field next to the crusaders. About a minute passed before Rainbow Dash landed in the field. Then the shockwave of the Sonic Rainboom passed by.

"THAT. WAS. AWESOME!!!!", Scootaloo yelled.

Rainbow, instead of saying anything, was mumbling bits of gibberish.

"Rainbow Dash, I have demon powers now. Before I had demon powers, I could have already broken the sound barrier. With demon powers, I am hundreds of times faster, literally."

"I need to get some demon powers", Rainbow Dash said.

"That is unlikely. The only way you get demon powers is if you found a demon willing to give you his powers."

"Tran, have I ever told you how much of an awesome stallion you were?"

"No. No. Just no. Just no. No. No. Just no. No. Period."

"Awwww."

"Can we start already?!?", Scootaloo blurted out.

"Yeah we should. Today's lesson is about blocking and countering. The most important rule in this lesson is know your capabilities and limits. Try not to do something you are not capable of. You wouldn't try to block a punch or an attack from my friend, Nick, right? If you do, you are an idiot. Try to know everything about yourself because it will tell you what you can and can't fight and it can actually save your life in some situations."

The field we practiced in was covered in a soft blanket of snow. I hated it. Absolutely hated it. I didn't wear three jackets in the dead of heat Phoenix summer heat and sun for no reason(I am not anemic, I have been tested for that). The only good thing about snow was that you can pelt others with snow without causing bodily harm, to an extent.

One of the most important things you needed in the concept of countering and blocking was reaction time and hand eye coordination. Scootaloo and Rainbow Dash had high reaction times because they were dare devils. The other four had normal reaction times compared to the average reaction times of normal humans. The six of them caught on to the concept pretty easily. I threw easy and light punches and kicks, but I soon moved from that to intermediate attacks. The intermediate attacks were again, easy for them. The only thing they had trouble with were countering intermediate counters. One time, Rainbow Dash attempted to redirect a throw from me and was sent face down into the ground.

Soon, seconds turned into minutes and then into hours. Nothing bothered us in the entirety of our practice until...

"Howdy Tran!", Applejack said. I turned to where the greeting came from and saw the Mane six, minus Rainbow Dash and Spike. The Mane six were also wearing Winter clothing.

"Hi Jackie. How come you came here today?"

"Well, the five-", Applejack started until the sound of several motorcycles approaching was heard.

"TRAN!! Finally! We found you", Logan said while he parked his bike in front of us. My other friends soon followed and did the same as Logan. He saw the Mane six and then said, “Son of a bitch, we lost." I saw my six friends hand the Mane six, minus Rainbow Dash, small bags. The six of my friends were fully armored, except for Logan and Nick, most likely due to the fact that their armor helped regulate body heat.

"Language Logan. There's children here", I said while pointing to the five fillies. “What did you lose anyways?"

"We made a bet with the Mane six that we could find you and Rainbow Dash first", Ike replied.

"How much?", I asked.

"Twenty-five bits a piece."

"Okay. I need to say a few things. One, you guys do have comm units that have tracking units in them. Two, you guys are idiots for losing because every day I usually do the exact same thing as the previous day. Three, why were the eleven of you guys looking for me?" I saw my friends and the Mane six, minus Rainbow Dash, face palm/hoof. Once they finished, they looked at me again.

"The princesses asked us to do the Hearth's Warming Eve play."

"Congratulations! Remember not to argue and bicker while you guys are dressing up. It was hilarious when the six of you thought your bickering was fueling the power of the wendigoes", I said.

The Mane six's eyes widened and their mouths opened while they looked at me. I had a photographic memory so I remembered everything about the show and its episodes. That meant I still knew everything about the show, including tiny details. My brony friends, did not. The year of surviving and not watching the show has worn down their memory of the show. They only knew the basic and important things about the show.

"Well, let’s go but before we do, I want to give the five of you guys something", I said, facing my human friends. I handed Andy, Nick, and Alex a pair of glasses and Austin and Ike a pair of sunglasses.

"Glasses/Sunglasses?", the five of my human friends said.

"Put them on." They did as so and looked at me."They are smart glasses like mine. They can scan and perform calculations. I made them while I was running my store."

"Do they have an A.I. like yours?", Logan asked.

"Oh god. If I made clones of your brains and made A.I.s of yourselves, chaos would happen. Especially, Andy. Mine is unique. If your guys' glasses had A.I.s like mine, mine would be working far harder trying to support seven pairs of glasses. Plus, I don't have the technology to make A.I.s. I didn't steal the technology to do so."

"You have an A.I clone of yourself?", Ike asked.

"Eeyup."

"We're going to die."

"Oh shut it."

"Do they have the internet like yours", Austin asked.

"No. I don't trust you guys with it yet."

"Fuck you Tran."

"Oh shut it. When does the play start?", I asked.

"We have about an hour before we need to leave to go to the train station", Twilight replied.

"Well, lessons over. How are we going to pass the time?", I asked.

Rainbow Dash looked at me and smiled a bit. I knew the look she gave me. The look that someone gave before they did something that was going to make everyone join in. I knew what she was going to do. I quickly turned myself into a pony and teleported my clothes off into my backpack and then teleported my backpack into my home. Then Rainbow Dash threw a snowball at me. I ducked down and it hit Pinkie in the face.

"SNOWBALL FIGHT!!!!", everyone yelled.

I ran and went behind a tree as everyone started throwing snowballs at each other. Now I had an advantage over everyone. As a pony, I was completely snow white. That was why I teleported my clothes off. I wasn't going to be cold because I was part demon and I could withstand many things. I looked over my cover behind a tree and saw snowballs still being thrown.

Then a snowball impacted my cover, near my head. I ducked my head back before I realized that Logan had thrown the snowball at me. I picked up some snow and made it into a ball. I looked over the corner and threw it at Logan. It impacted him in the chest and knocked him back ten feet away. Oh, that's right. I have demon powers now. Dear god, I feel bad for anyone hit by a snowball thrown by Nick." Then another snowball hit my cover and broke the tree I was behind despite the fact that the fact that the tree was big enough for me to hide behind in pony form. ‘That must be Nick.' I ran from my cover and faced Nick, who was about fifty feet away.

He threw another snowball at me. The snowball flew at me. I grabbed it when it passed me. The thing is, I grabbed the snowball, but it didn't stop going. I was surprised when it kept on going, pulling me behind it. That snowball held a lot of power. It stopped when it impacted a stone wall, slammed me into the wall, and broke the wall.

I ran back to the battle randomly throwing snowballs at others. Luckily, Nick knew that he had to throw the snowballs lightly at the ponies. Any of his human friends weren't as fortunate. The same thing was applied to me throwing snowballs.

The hour we had passed quickly as we stopped throwing snowballs at each other. I took my PPK from my inventory and shot a few rounds into the air. The seventeen of them ran to me, most likely to find out what happened.

"What happened?!?", Austin asked.

"Nothing. We just have to get to the train station now."

"Oh thank goodness", Twilight said.

I sent Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon to go home while the fifteen of us got ready to go to Canterlot. My human friends left to put away their motorcycles while my pony friends left to get minor things. I just teleported my clothes back on and turned myself back into human. I walked to the train station with Scootaloo, bought tickets for everyone and the two of us waited. A few minutes passed before everyone, including Spike, else came to the station.

"You guys ready?", I asked.

I was answered with replies of approval. I handed each of them a ticket to a train and I boarded in while handing my ticket to the conductor.

"Tran, you don't need to buy us tickets", Rarity said.

"I have close to 1.5 billion bits by now in gold, jewelry, and bits. I also have my solid meter long, meter thick, and meter wide blocks of diamond and emeralds."

"D-d-d-diamonds and e-e-e-emeralds?", Rarity asked.

I smirked at her and looked through my inventory. I took out the diamond blocks and held them in my hand. Unplaced, the blocks were once inch cubes.

"That's not a meter", Twilight said.

I smiled and then placed the block on the ground. The block grew to its correct size and shone in the light of the cabin.

Everyone, minus my human friends, nearly dropped their jaws onto the ground. Rarity and Spike started drooling a river. I took out my pickaxe from my inventory and mined it away before I placed it back into my inventory. “Remember, I have sixty-four of those diamond blocks and sixty-four emerald blocks." Rarity and Spike were still drooling until I started snapping in front of their faces. “Earth to pony and dragon. I will throw the diamonds and emeralds out of the window of the moving train."

"NOO!!", the two of them yelled as they heard the previous threat.

"Why would you throw away such a magnificent piece of nature", Rarity asked.

"Yeah. Why would you do that?", Spike asked.

"I was threatening you guys so you guys could break out of that stupor. One more thing, I know you are going to ask me for one of them. The answer is no."

"WHAT!??!?! You have 128 of them!!", Spike cried.

"Yeah. Only 128 for me to use. Only 128. I have to make them last."

"I could use it to make stupendous works of fashion!", Rarity said.

"I could make it into armor or weapons which have something more valuable than aesthetic use, a practical use."

"But I must simply have one of them!", Rarity argued back.

"The answer is still no."

"Imagine the use of one!"

"Yeah. I can make a pickaxe, a shovel, a sword, boots, leggings, chest plate, and or a helmet that I can use as armor, weapons, or tools. Mine. No way to change my mind. Leave the topic alone. Now if you guys need me during this really long train ride, I will be on the internet." Some explanations behind my glasses was that my glasses weren't connected to the internet from my original zombie filled universe but a universe where the zombie apocalypse never happened.

I sat down onto a seat, which was too low for me because I am six feet tall, and went on Youtube, Craigslist, Wikipedia, and EBooks. I started playing a movie from Youtube, looked through Craigslist just because of old hobbies, Wikipedia to read up on equine creatures, and EBooks to download and then proceed to read Moby Dick. I watched the movie, scrolled through Craigslist, read Moby Dick, and read about Equine creatures simultaneously. Twilight walked up to me and asked, “Tran, what is this Internet? Austin mentioned this earlier."

"Well to put it in simple terms, the internet is the collection of all knowledge, history, and records of the human race."

At the sound of this, Twilight's eyes widened and her wings shot out. Her left wing managed to smack me in the face and knock me over the chair I was sitting on. “WHERE!?!??!"

"Oi. Can it with the wing boner. Then I might show you", I replied. She blushed and pushed her wings back down as I got back to my original seat. “If you need to know, I have a the internet connected to my glasses."

From hearing this, she yanked my glasses off with her magic and she started looking at them. “What are you talking about? These are normal glasses." She looked at them for a few more seconds before she wore my glasses. Somehow, her eyes managed to get even wider as she saw what I was doing. “How do I use this. My mind is ready."

"One, my glasses are linked to my brain and mind so only I can use it. Two, A.I. Tran, please moved everything back to where I was currently at. Three, you won't use it because I know you Twilight. Four, give me my glasses back, I can't see squat without them. Five, NO!" Without my glasses, I could only see medium to large shapes. Anything small would pass me completely. Without my glasses, I couldn't tell the difference between my human friends. However, I was able to tell the difference between my pony friends, mainly because I can see colors without my glasses. I walked over to Twilight, tripping over everything, literally, until I made it in front of her. I snatched the pair of glasses from her face and replaced it back on my head. A holographic image of my A.I appeared from my glasses. My A.I. looked exactly like me, fully dressed but my A.I. didn't have any of my weapons. Another indication that my A.I. was an A.I. was the fact that he was blue and see through.

"Tran, you actually did make an A.I. of yourself. My god", Ike said.

"Okay, before the ten(the Mane six, Spike, and the CMCs) of you ask, an A.I. is an artificial form of intelligence. It is an artificial form of life that can think and feel like us except A.I.s don't feel certain things like pain. They also aren't hindered by something’s such as sickness, sleep deprivation, etc. It isn't alive. Think of it as a magical illusion made using technology instead of magic. My A.I. just helps me around with things. This is an incredibly advanced form of technology."

"Equestria must study on this technology and the internet!", Twilight said.

"NO! Equestria can't have anything from the internet or anything I've made for my friends or my use."

"Imagine the benefits that will follow."

"Imagine the chaos that will follow. Deaths. Destruction. Murders. Crime. There is a reason why our planet was dying and running out of resources."

"That won't happen with Equestria. We will restrict it to certain ponies."

"Anyone can be bought. Everyone has a price. Everyone has a breaking point. Don't say that ponies don't have one. Everyone does. Twilight, I would use technology or knowledge. Applejack, I would use your family's safety. Fluttershy, the safety of animals or your friends. Rainbow Dash, an entrance to the Wonderbolts or your friends. Pinkie Pie, I would take away access to sugary objects, parties, and people in general. Rarity, I would offer gems or jewels because I remember Tom from Discord. Don't say that I won't dare to do that, I will. You guys know that I am ruthless enough. Ever since I was young, I have been like this. Now leave me be."

Silence filled the train cabin. I sat down onto a seat and shut down the internet option to my glasses. I placed all my weapons on the ground and started cleaning and maintaining them, including the melee weapons. My M4A1, 870, AA12, PPK, B23R, M82a3, and the plasma cutter needed disassembling and cleaning. My throwing knives, diamond pickaxe, and diamond shovel needed sharpening. The energy sword needed recharging, despite not using it yet. Everything else were magical weapons and needed cleaning only. My tomahawk needed nothing because it was special. I remembered when I got it.

Three Days Ago In Tran's Subconscious

I stood there and looked around my dream. ‘Similar landscape to when I talked with Luna and the Nightmare. I can feel a powerful magical being's presence.' There were several clouds and several buildings in Greek architecture.

A large white robed figure walked up to me and faced me."Hello child. I am-"

"Jehovah", I said cutting him off.

"Yes, I know you know my name. Now you are probably wondering-"

"Why I am here? If you are real?", I said cutting him off again. “I lost faith in you when I was ten. I stopped believing in you when I was twelve. I am going to guess that me being here involves me getting the powers of several powerful demon beings."

"Yes. I am real if you believe I am real." I looked at God with a looked that basically said, ‘Are you shitting me?' "Yes I know what you said, but look at this." He held up his hand and an image of me in a hospital bed surrounded by the CMCs, Celestia, Luna, Cadance, Shining, the Mane six, Spike, and my friends in chairs. “This is you currently."

"I somewhat believe you. What do you need me for?", I asked.

"First, I must tell you about the workings of the multiverse. You may know the basics but there is more to learn. There are an infinite amount of universes, as you already know, but there are several things you don't know. In every universe, there are basic rules that every universe must follow. Every universe must house a sentient being and an environment it can live in. Every universe is ruled by a god. However, this god is just a minor god. Every universe and minor god is ruled by me, the god of gods, Jehovah. In every universe, there must be factors that make each of the living beings not perfect. No universe can be perfect which requires outside factors. Every universe has an evil factor that makes each universe imperfect. However, every universe must be balanced. That means every universe must have a good for every bad, a yin for every yang. Every of the evil and good beings are technically minor gods. No universe can be the same. Every universe must be different. As an example, let’s take the My Little Pony universe. It houses the ponies, griffons, buffalo, timber wolves, sheep, diamond dogs, dragons, and many more on the planet Earth, the pony planet of course. The evil being is the Nightmare, trying to cause war, death, and disharmony. The good beings are the elements of harmony, the Mane six as you would call them, trying to undo what the Nightmare does. Now let’s take your universe. Your universe housed humans on the planet Earth. Your universe doesn't have a god. Your universe's evil beings caused the zombies originally, trying to kill everything and cause society to disband. Your universe's good beings are your friends, trying to kill the zombies and unite the government and society back together.."

"WHAT!?!?!? You're saying that my friends are EOHs?!? Wait, why am I not one?"

"No. Your universe has another name for them. Your six friends are the elements of survival due to your six friends trying to survive and help people. Also, I was getting to why you aren't one of them which also is why I am talking to you. Because you went to the Devil May Cry universe and absorbed the power of Mundus, Sparda, and part of Vergil and Dante's, you have become a Nightmare from the fact that you absorbed the power of four beings that happened to be the evil beings of that universe, the demons and devils."

"So I'm a Nightmare from the DMC universe now?", I asked back.

"No. This is why you are here. You are a Nightmare of no origin. You belong to no universe. You are technically a minor god."

"So I am a minor god that belongs nowhere?"

"Yes, that is one of the reasons why you can travel through other universes so easily."

"Now that I'm a god, what is my purpose?"

"Anything you want. Despite being omniscient and all powerful, I am not able to see your future. Your role can be changed by anything. That explains why no one is able to see your destiny. You may be the destroyer of all universes or the killer of all evil god beings."

"So I can do anything?"

"Basically."

"Then may I request a few things?"

"I have them right here", God said while handing me two bars of metal and my tomahawk.

I took them and placed the metal bars into my backpack and my tomahawk into the usual sheath it had, a sheath that was at my waist. The tomahawk sparked with lightning in my sheath for a few seconds before it resided and the lightning stopped. “Now what?

"Now it is time for you to wake up", God said while snapping his fingers.

"NO! You are not stealing my snapping magic thing or using the wake up from your dream cliche. It is just-", I started.

I woke up from that ordeal and sat up in the hospital bed I was in. I remembered what happened previously in the day.

"I was hoping to tell you this later. My eyes are like this because it shows that I'm a Nightmare now." *SNAP* What I did wasn't a spell, it was me physically changing forms. Before, I was in my dormant state, now was a nightmarish, evil, demented state. Anything white on me turned black and anything black on me turned white. My assassin's robe turned pitch black. Half of my weapons turned pitch black. The other half of my weapons turned white. My once black eyes and hair turned snow white. My glasses' lens turned into a pitch black, resembling sun glasses. The most menacing show of being a Nightmare was the black mist like aura that surrounded me."How do you like it?,I said with a dark embodied voice. I raised up my assassin's tomahawk, which was spewing out lightning, and looked at it before saying,"Really? He used that cliche."

Back In The Present

I held the tomahawk in my hands as the assassin's creed symbol it used as an axe head was slowly arcing with lightning. The tomahawk was basically a copy of the Axe of Perun in Assassin's axe form. The Axe of Perun is the axe wielded by Perun, the Slavic god of thunder and lightning. This means I can throw lightning at any time as long as I had the tomahawk with me.

I placed the tomahawk back into its sheath as I started to reholster, resheath, and or reinventory all my weapons. By now, the train was nearing Canterlot. The train finally stopped at the station and we finally got out of the train.

-X-X-X-

Just like the episode, Hearth's Warming Eve, the Mane six got ready in the dressing room and performed the play. Everything about it was the same as the episode, except for the Mane six arguing in the dressing room. The play was exactly the same as the episode. Nothing interesting happened except for when the play ended.

Bells started ringing and the Mane six and Spike started singing. I thought,'Hey, it's the first song the ponies are singing that I am going to listen to.'

Then I felt a wave of magic wash over me. I recognized the magic as harmonious magic, similar to the magic of the EOHs. My soul's natural evil presence clashed with it and repelled it right away.

Near instantly, everyone joined in, including my friends. Dear god it was horrible. Just no. No. No. Just no. No. At least it confirmed one thing, there was such a thing as singing magic. Singing magic is when someone starts singing, there is a magic that makes everyone sing and I was immune to this because I was a Nightmare. This gave me some ideas with Drowning Pool and Avenged Sevenfold.

Once the singing was finished, my friends looked at each other and started muttering obscenities.

The Mane six and Spike undressed and rejoined our group. The seventeen of us left to the train station and went back to Ponyville, the Mane six and my friends talking with each other as I started maintaining my weapons again.

Soon, everyone went back to their homes for the night. Scootaloo and I went back to our bunker. Once inside, we ate a late meal, and she retired for the night. I went to my backpack shop and continued working on unfinished projects.

My A.I. popped out and became a holographic image.

"Ok. Last time, we needed to work on the foils", I said to my A.I.

"We need to fabricate a curved foil design for efficient thrust. It also needs to be plated in a durable material or otherwise it would tear up in flight", my A.I. replied.

"I already know what will happen. I've seen vidoes and pictures of the after effects. I have some ideas. Grab the nanotech tools. Now I have a lot of work."