Displaced:Dust to Dust

by steel soul

Rating: teen
Tags: Princess Luna, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Other, Adventure, Princess Celestia, Crossover, Dark, Main 6
Length: 1323

I'm sure you've heard this story more then enough, but what happens when Two make it tough. One set to rule with power untold. The other takeing to Heroism of old. Both peices are set, both one and the same, the only difference one is not sane.

“Dust, Terror of Equestria, stand accused of crimes against my very ponies of this land. From murder of the first degree to the attempted murder of my sister and fellow Princess of Equestria, to the corrupting of the Elements of Harmony and the destruction of an entire city of Manehattan, the crimes against you are great and in no way forgivable in my eyes…” A paused. “What do you have to say for yourself creature?”

Dust thought long and hard exactly what to say. He was sure that whatever it was it needed to be just right to get exactly how he was feeling at that very moment. After tedious amount of time as he decided on what to say; finally settleling on three, and only three, simple words.

Published 2016-05-26 20:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-05-26 20:50:01 UTC

Warm Welcome

Warm Welcome

At first, all he could see was darkness when he had finally stirred awake. Which was strange by all rights due to the fact that he was sure he had opened his eyes. The feeling of some kind of cloth covering them came to mind. A blind fold then as it were. Just as the name suggest he was sure he was blindfolded. Strange to be if only for the fact that he was sure that he was neck deep in lave not too long ago.

He moved his mouth finding that, just like his eyes, there was a cloth wrapped around his muzzle, keeping him from talking proper. A mouth gag, as it were if he remembered correctly.

Now that’s just depressing…

He shifted from his position upon the ground sitting up as best he could, trying to gain some semblance of where he was and how he got there. Upon doing so he found that his hands and feet were similarly bound, restricting what little movement he could accomplish.

Okay…Okay…I can tell this isn’t good no matter how I look at it. First, let’s see what I can remember… He thought to himself, his senses slowly coming into play. My name is...Is Dust. A being that was created by...By the Moonbloods. I remember that. I fought with them against the General Gaius and…And I won. But then the lava and…now…

The feeling of hitting a bump caused Dust to lose his balance, falling onto his face onto the wooden floor below him. He shifted his position, doing his best to get back up.

I think I’m being moved…Captured maybe? But…By why and for what purpose I wonder.

Dust positioned himself as comfortable as he could; he strained his ears as he did so. If he listened carefully, he thought he could make out a voice or two, muffled as it were. It sounded like a crowd…and they didn’t sound all too happy.

I just hope Fidget and Ahrah are safe, where ever they might be.

The sensation of stopping caused Dust to nearly topple over once again, though he caught himself this time, regaining his balance before his face could meet the ground. A familiar feeling of magic sounded all around him, followed by the angry sounds from before becoming more pronounced. He could properly hear curses and hate filled words being tossed from all around him, sometimes feeling something hard bounce off of a number of parts of his body. Whoever these beings were, they hated him for one reason or another.

Dust could do little else but use what little instinct he had and roll with several of the harder objects thrown at him. He was sure that rotten tomatoes were among them. He had little time to dwell upon it due to a loud voice ringing harshly, calling for silence. It sounded feminine, though extremely powerful. Dust himself couldn’t help but become ridged after hearing such a commanding tone.

“Ponies of Canterlot.” The voice continued unabated. “Go back to your homes, to your familes, the Princess will see to the monster herself.”

All around him he could hear his captor’s voices dying to none to gentle murmurs. Dust’s head made to move slightly, but in doing so, he felt…Something grip the back of his head and slam him into the wooden floor below him, his cheek pressing firmly against it. Dust grunted in pained protest though the gag as he struggled against whatever it was that held him down.

“He will not be given a chance to escape…Not this time…” The voice called out once again, Dust was pretty sure it was to the crowed that was gathered around him and whoever it was that was speaking.

He sat there for a few moments before he felt himself lifted by the same power, the sensation of floating overcoming him. It wasn’t long before that whatever crowd who was watching the display cheered in euphoria, the sounds slowly becoming dimmer and dimmer as he was carried into some sort of building. He could hear the sounds of armor clinging together, as well as…well…if he was certain, hoof steps upon marble flooring. Gentle whispers came from all around him, some of them directly calling him a beast or monster.

Dust did little else within his bindings, his ears flicking every so often to catch what these beings were saying. Most of it was unfit for Fidget’s ears.

The sound of doors opening wide caused Dust to stiffen once again, as did the voices of many, many beings all around him. Just like all the others he had heard, each one was cursing his name, proposing death threats to his wellbeing and over all being quite angry to him. He had to admit, not the best of days.

Dust soon found himself flung to the marble floor, his body rolling until it came to a complete stop. At once he felt something grab the at the covering his eyes and his mouth, coughing harshly and blinking rapidly, trying to regain some cogent of sense about him, the crowd surrounding him lowing their voices for some reason.

It was then, after adjusting to the light of the room, that he would get a rather good look at his captors.

“What…”

All around him were…well…What he could only describe four legged creatures of every color know to both warm and cold blood, dressed in attire that he thought he would only see on royalty. If he was really being honest with himself, it ever creature within the room looked as though they were part of some little girl’s sugar hyped dreams. His gaze would shift from his left to his right, each being that was present cowering somewhat at his gaze before looking forward, his eyes growing wide as he did so.

A pristine white creature, same as the others, sat upon a magnificent throne, their rainbow like hair flowing eloquently behind her as if it had a life of its own. Both awe for what he was seeing, and a section of reasonable fear for his own wellbeing caused him to get into a low crouch in defense. He watched as the creature coldly looked down upon him, righteous fury emanating from off her very being.

Now, Dust is usual a fair and nice person. But sifting through the memories of one of the others that made him whole led him to believe that he was royally screwed, no matter how one looked up on it, though for what reason he did not know why, due to the fact that he had never seen such creatures before in any of the lives he had made him. Still, whatever ire Dust had managed to bring upon these odd four legged creatures can be corrected right?

Before Dust could get a word in edge wise however, the white being in front of him spoke, her voice both chilling him to the core and burning into his mind at the same time.

“Dust, Terror of Equestria, stand accused of crimes against my very ponies of this land. From murder of the first degree to the attempted murder of my sister and fellow Princess of Equestria, to the corrupting of the Elements of Harmony and the destruction of an entire city of Manehattan, the crimes against you are great and in no way forgivable in my eyes…” She paused; Dust was pretty sure for dramatic effect. “What do you have to say for yourself creature?”

Dust thought long and hard exactly what to say. He was sure that whatever it was it needed to be just right to get exactly how he was feeling at that very moment. After tedious amount of time (Though he was quite sure it felt like three second) as he decided on what to say, he finally settled on three, and only three, simple words.

“Who are you?”