inFAMOUS 3: Equestria

As time went on, Twilight’s friends began to fade. First, Rarity passed on. Then from there, her other friends died. Rainbow, followed quickly by Fluttershy, Applejack, and lastly, a few years after AJ, Pinkie moved on too.

Cole had become pretty well-known, and well-loved, by the residents of Ponyville. Equestria, or at least Ponyville, seemed to have changed Cole. No longer was he the evil man he once was, killing everyone and everything in sight. Now, he was helping each pony how he could, usually with an electrical short. And if Twilight ended up having an off day and Ponyville lost power, Cole could usually spark the generator. The biggest issue was that traditional spark. Each day, Twilight had to spark the three generators in Equestria, but there were days she could only manage two.

Since she knew Cole could do it, she would always save Ponyville for last in case she couldn’t muster the spark. The electricity sent to the generators, however, was a completely unconscious thing for Twilight. Her body just naturally let off the electricity.

One day though, something in Twilight just…snapped. Seeing her friends die, knowing that she outlived them, and would outlive all of their descendants…that was the thing that broke her last tenuous connection to reality, and her sanity gave way, collapsing under the emotional distress. Her horn stopped glowing, and all of Equestria went dark.

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Ponies survived for a time in the dark, but things slowly became worse. Cole was completely drained. He had been trying to restart the generators, but it never worked.

Soon, riots broke out all over Equestria. Gangs began to form as ponies united to steal food and supplies for themselves, and their kind. There were three main gangs, one based in each of the three pony species. There the Terras, the Earth Ponies, the Maegi, the Unicorns, and the Aeros, the Pegasi. The Princesses tried to keep the peace, but eventually, even they fled.

Every one of the four Princesses fled, save for one. Twilight remained behind in the throne room, trapped in a blue crystal, put in there by Celestia, sealed in there by Cadence, and then Luna shut the throne room doors, locking it with an electrical lock, and she drained it, permanently locking it, as no pony could generate the amount of electricity needed to recharge it and reopen the door. It was their last act as Princesses before they fled Equestria, leaving the now-insane Twilight behind, frozen in time.

***A month passes***

Equestria had been ravaged by the gangs, and Ponyville was no exception. Every window was boarded up, and the library was practically a fortress.

Spike knew he had to preserve the contents of the library, as well as what little food he had left, from the ponies that sought to trash the place, take the food, and burn the books for warmth. He had sent multiple letters to Twilight, but he never got a response.

Cole had retreated to the Everfree, having been pursued by members from all three gangs, as they all believed he was the source of the blackout.

A week passed, and another thunderstorm brewed over the Forest. Lightning jumped from cloud to cloud, but never touched the ground. Cole saw the chance, and took it. He used the Gigawatt Drain, and the lightning struck the ground, and struck him as he was recharged by it, filling his Battery Cores completely, and even giving him an overcharge that wasn’t discharged into the ground. He felt his Ion Powers returning, and he knew he could call down an Ion Storm now.

Cole smiled to himself, knowing he could defend himself now, and he walked into Ponyville with his head held high. And he lowered his head just as quickly, barely avoiding getting his head fried by a bolt of magic. He looked up, and saw a horn poking over the top of a roof. He slipped into Precision Mode, and fired a single shot, draining three of his Cores, but the storm was overhead still, even though he was in Ponyville. It had expanded. The shot hit the tip of the horn, and a scream echoed through the quiet-as-death town. The pony convulsed, and slid off of the roof, landing with minimal grace, and Cole ran over to the pony, and used the Arc Restraints on it, staking it to the ground with electricity. There was one bond on each leg, and one on its horn to prevent any cowardly sneak attacks.

It was only after this that Cole realized what the pony was wearing. He had looked out of the forest often enough to recognize the different gang uniforms. The Terras had leather vests, the Maegi had purple robes, and the Aeros had nothing but their own coats, as they knew anything else would slow them down. This Unicorn was not wearing a purple robe. Instead, he had a leather vest on.

“A Terra that’s a Unicorn? And so far from their hometown of Appleloosa? Weird. But, in a land of magical, or flying, talking horses, I guess it takes a lot for something to be weird.”

Cole looked up to the sky, and saw a thing hurtling towards him. He launched a Punch Blast, a Shockwave with enough force to deflect anything it can’t stop. The Pegasus was knocked off course, and it slammed into a wall nearby. Cole cringed as he heard the sound of multiple bones snapping and shattering. Luckily though, the Pegasus was almost dead. Cole grabbed its head, and sucked the remaining life out of it, recharging his Cores. Cole was looking around, checking for any more enemies, and he saw a familiar indigo glow.

“A Blast Core?”

He ran over to it, managing to not run in to any traps or ambushes, and he grabbed it.

(9 Shards until next Battery Core)

He felt his breath leave him in a rush as he was knocked to the ground by a bacon-colored Terra. He was slammed into the ground, and the powerful-looking, rather pissed off Terra stood over him.

“You killed my father, you asshole!”

“What? Who the hell are you?”

“My name is Sly. And I know precisely who you are, Cole MacGrath.”

“Okay…But I don’t know who your father is!”

“His name was Flim.” Sly snarled at Cole. “And when the blackout happened, the hospital’s equipment that was keeping him alive died. He went into cardiac arrest!”

His hoof crashed into Cole’s stomach, knocking out what little air there was in there.

“That wasn’t me!”

“Yes! It! WAS!”

Each word was punctuated by a blow to the chest.

“Alright…that’s enough kid.”

Cole growled and flipped both hands up, and launched him into the air with a Punch Blast, and then he shot the pony three times with a Pincer Bolt, fully frying him. He fell to the ground, smoking, dead.

“Bacon’s done.”