My Little Pony: Alternate Universal Magic

Universal Apocalypse Life: Episode 6: Neon Party Hyper Helper Part 1

Has it ended yet? No? I’m still writing this? Damn it… I thought I was dead and that this was the afterlife. Like this is all that there was, just me writing… or that I’m just some text up on a computer screen and that’s what I reincarnated as.

Like that was my true purpose all along, to be ones and zeroes up on a computer screen for something to read and that was the afterlife… life after death. And that god is some asshole writing my own existence. Oh well, I might as well continue to log an entree in this journal, it’s not like there is anything better to do in Neon’s World but to be tortured. Whoever reads this, please… understand that it was all fucked for us. There was no way out of it.

Only depression and despair.

I mean, who knows, maybe you’re in a war torn country right now, at least you have a war. We lost ours in like a few hours, and even then it wasn’t much of a fight. It was just running away and hiding, hoping you wouldn’t be the next one to get killed, and for the vast majority, you were on that list. But what happened in the past was in the past. It’s time to move forward and think about the future… Neon’s future anyways that is. I mean it ain’t much, but hey… at least I’m still alive.

So I’ve got that going for me. Anyways, this next story that I have for you is quite interesting… as Neon’s target wasn’t me… yet anyways… but was rather himself. Oooohhhhh… very interesting right? So, where should I begin? Let me think about this for a moment… and uhhh… ok I’ve got it.

So it was in the middle of the night, and Neon was over at the counter in the Party Store sleeping while standing up and laying his head down on the counter top. For the rest of us, that’s unnatural, and uncomfortable, and would prefer to lie down while sleeping, but Neon is Neon, he could sleep while being set ablaze and it still wouldn’t faze him.

Especially with how he is now, there is no telling what he could do. We can only imagine really. As for the rest of us, we were just somewhere else, nearby really, doing our own thing and sleeping.

Except for Wolf, I think he was trying to jack off, but the stick figure porn that I drew for him just wasn’t doing it for him. He said it was kind of hot, but he wanted the stick figures to have more thicker lines, but I told him to go fuck himself… and so he did.

Anyways, Neon was asleep and within his own dreams, he was having a sort of nightmare you could say. And there was no Luna around or alive to help him out with his nightmares. In it, Neon was dreaming that he was at the kitchen studio with the whole competition and stuff from before.

He was working on another taping of the TV show The Ritual Blood Festival Challenge. And on it, Neon was at a small counter top, making a couple of cupcakes made out of livers and eyeballs.

He was doing good with the recipe that he was working with, but then the Lord Bacniqu said to him as Neon looked up at him, “Bat u kl-shu shiuma bla tina wini.”

Neon then said with a smile like always, “What?”

Then Neon looked down and the recipe that he was working on was completely gone. It had just disappeared from his sight and Neon was confused as to where it had even run off to. Neon looked from both left to right, wondering if it did run off, but he saw nothing.

Then the Lord Bacniqu said to him as Neon looked back towards him, “ClaKla but-tsu tsu, mina kisu little bitch.”

Then the two skeletons who were both at Lord Bacniqu’s bottom of his stone thrown were have grins on their faces.

The left skeleton, while holding on to the TV camera, said to Neon, “The Lord Bacniqu states that you are losing the challenge.”

Neon then said while still smiling, yet confused, “What?”

The Right skeleton with an even bigger grin said to Neon, “What he means by that is that not only did your ritual run away from you and is already long gone to some backwards Jewish country, but you’re losing the plot as well. Your friends don’t like you anymore. And they will overpower you and this shall be your end. You are now powerless. And there is nothing that you can do about it. And the Lord Bacniqu has stated that this shall be your punishment for not appeasing him.”

Neon then said with a smile still, “Bu-But my friends still like me. We’re going to be best friends forever and ever and ever and ever and ever. They would never leave me. I made sure of that. I-I can never be alone again… it’s impossible…”

Then the skeleton on the left said while pointing his left index finger behind him said, “Think again there Mr. Party.”

Then Neon, still holding a smile all throughout this ordeal of a nightmare, turned around, and all of a sudden, all of us was there, surrounding him in a semi-circle… except for Wolf. Not sure why, but whatever. And Neon just stood there and just kept on smiling, albeit, with a bit of a crack in it.

He then said to all of us, “What are you doing here guys? Are you here to cheer me on like the good friends that we are?”

We all then had angry looks on our faces… well the dream versions of us did anyways. And we were getting slightly bigger than him as the time passed as Neon shrunk a little as we talked.

The dream version of me said, “No, we are not here to cheer you on.”

Jack then said, “Yeah, we figured we don’t like you anymore.”

Arrell then said, “And that you need to pay for what you’ve done to Equestria and to everypony else.”

Neon then said while still smiling with some cracks forming, “But… but guys… I did this all for you! I did it for us! We’re going to be togeth…”

Neon was cut off by Forrest as he got into Neon’s face as he grew into a giant from Neon’s view, “We don’t want to hear what you have to say! We’re going to kick your little green ass!”

And then Mac said to finish it off, “And after that, we are through as friends. We are packing up our things and leaving you.”

We all then said in unison as we circled and enclosed Neon in a little space as Neon started to look like he was going to crack, “We’re leaving you! We’re leaving you! We’re leaving you!”

And we all said that repeatedly like twenty one times or so until Neon suddenly awoke from his slumber. Once Neon did, he immediately shot up his head, while smiling and showing his bright and straight teeth to the empty dining area of the Party store. It was still late at night, about roughly three in the morning at the ol’ witching hour and crickets who managed to survive Neon’s explosions were singing away into the night.

Aside from that, there was only merely silence with no one else around but Neon himself, standing behind the counter, as Neon scanned the room. He was looking around, sort of worried almost, almost like something was going to get him.

But then that silence ended once Arrell opened the front doors to the Party store as he came in with a mellowed out face with three dead baby looking demons circling around him. They all had little wings, looked like they were part mutated, and part burned alive, and appeared to have been foals who perished in the blast, yet somehow still alive.

They all had no eyes, only a black void, and burned bodies, all with sharp teeth like animals. Arrell walked in with all three of them, just circling around him and annoying him.

As Arrell got close to the counter where Neon was, Neon asked with a usual smile, “Arrell… what are you doing up so late?”

Arrell then said, “Well I was sleeping and stuff. But then I heard some noises behind the store so I decided to go check it out and found these little guys. I thought I could so some ungodly experiments to them, but they won’t stop moving and I’m bored with them and just want to go back to sleep now. I can’t seem to shake them off of me; you think you can do something about it?”

Neon then said, “Why are you asking me?”

Arrell then said, “I don’t know… maybe because you’re the boss now and stuff. I don’t want to ruin your little plans that you may have for us later so I thought you should do it.”

Neon then said, “Oh…. Ok then…”

And then Neon grabbed a meat tenderizer from behind the counter, and since Arrell was close enough the three dead babies were high enough, Neon just smacked all three in the head with one powerful bash to the skull in a row. Blood came out of their little fractured skulls as they fell to the ground, green blood that is, but blood still nonetheless.

As soon as all three collapsed on the floor, Arrell said to him, “Alright, thanks boss.”

Arrell started to walk away from Neon.

As he was, Neon just gave Arrell a dead pan look wile gritting his teeth, smiling and said under his breath, “I am not your boss, I’m your friend.”

LATER THAT DAY…

So it was later in the day, past the ol’ witching hour and past the night time experience. It was now morning in Neon Stalia and Neon was busy away, working on a new recipe for The Ritual Blood Festival Challenge that was going to take place later that day that he had to attend or else suffer the wrath from Lord Bacniqu.

So Neon was just smashing random body parts with a meat tenderizer like a robot in the factory over and over and over. Soon however, I came into the dining area and dropped an old box filled with an old camera with some film reels to go along with it. I was carrying it with my magic from the Party Store’s attic and plopped it in front of Neon.

I too also had a mellowed out look on my face as I then asked Neon, “Hey Neon, you think you can help set this up for me?”

Neon then stopped beating the meat and held the hammer in place as he just stared at me with his usual smile as he asked me, “Why can’t you do it?”

I then said to him, “Well since you’re the boss around here, I figured you should be the one who takes responsibility for these kinds of things. I mean I did find these up in the attic and assume that it’s your stuff. And I’m bored around here so I figured I’d watch it but don’t know how to operate. I figured you’d know how to do it boss.”

Neon’s left eye started to twitch a bit as he gritted his teeth and said to me, “Sure thing… pal…”

So Neon stopped what he was doing and assembled everything together over by the booths with the cloth screen and the film reels.

Once everything was set up, I looked over to him and said, “Thanks boss.”

As Neon was walking back to the counter to continue with his fine work, he said to himself underneath his breath, “I’m not your boss, I’m your pal…”

That’s when Forrest came flying in from up stairs and as he was flying up towards the ceiling and looking down on Neon, he was looking kind of pale.

Neon looked at him and asked him while gritting his teeth, “What’s the problem… buddy?”

Forrest, who was starting to look ill and was not having a mellowed out look and then sneezed real quick before saying, “I think I’m coming down with something. And I figured you’d have something to do with it. So you think you can fix me some medicine for it since you’re the boss around here?”

Neon then said to him while gritting his teeth and having his right eye twitch constantly this time around, “Sure thing… buddy… I’ll get right on that…”

And then after that, Jack came walking from the outside and walked into the Party Store.

After he came trotting in, Jacked with a mellowed out look on his face asked Neon while he was behind him, “Hey boss, I got a question to ask you.”

Neon then turned his head one hundred and eighty degrees all with the sounds of his bones cracking to go along with it.

He still kept his smile and then asked Jack, “Yes… what is it… ol’ chum?”

Jack then said to him, “Yeah I was looking around and was thinking of replacing my old jacket with a new one since you know… your explosion dust kind of ruined it a bit. I found a few new jackets that would fit me and was thinking of going for a new look. I just need your opinion on what the new color should be so I can then grave rob it from the dead pony later on tonight.”

Neon then said through his smiling teeth, “Sure… what are the choices?”

Jack then said to him, “Sure thing boss. The colors were blue, light blue, midnight blue, a shiny red, a very dark green, and a white. That and a slightly blacker black I guess I saw on a dead guy once. So which one should I go for boss?”

Neon then said while taking a few seconds to muster up the words to say it, “…Black…”

Jack then said while rolling his eyes and having a cynical look on his face, “That’s great…just… great boss. I’m already wearing black and you want me to go to black still. Well… whatever… you’re the boss… thanks for the advice boss… bitch…”

Jack then started to walk away from him and into the back for something as Neon then said to him as he was slowly turning his head back into the normal position like how it should be normally, “Glad to have helped you out… ol’ chum of mine…”

And then from out the back as Jack was going to the back, Mac was struggling to drag a bench through the store as he was pushing as hard as he could and closing his eyes while he did.

He then gave up, leaned on it with his two front hooves, and opened his eyes while having a mellowed out look as he entered the dining area and asked Neon, “Hey boss, you think you can help out with moving this bench here?”

Neon then looked towards him, with both of his eyes twitching and his body started to shake like a crazy person that was starting to break down would.

He said, while stumbling a bit, “W-w-where do y-you need it m-moved to compadre?”

Mac then said to him in an ok fashion, “Oh no, I don’t need it moved to someplace. I just want to move it.”

Neon then asked him, “Why?”

Mac then said in a dumbfound tone, “Because… Anyway can you help me move it boss?”

Jack then came from the back all angry like and then said to him while holding his right hoof up to him and said, “Woah, he isn’t helping you until he gives me a second opinion on what color he wants me to choose other than black.”

Mac then looked angry as he then said to him and shaking his left hoof at him, “Fuck you! He needs to help me move this bench around!”

As Mac and Jack were complaining to each other, I started to wail out to Neon, “Boss, the movie won’t start!”

Then Forrest said while still hovering in the air, “Hey, boss, I’m still sick and not feeling well. I feel like I’m going to throw up soon.”

And then Arrell came back from outside the Party Store and as soon as he opened up the double doors to the place, the three dead babies were circling around him again and he said, “Hey boss, they’re at it again! I need you to do something about it!”

As we were all busy talking and complaining and yelling, in Neon’s head, it was like all the voices from his recent nightmare, all talking to him at once. All of the five talking heads just yammering away at his little pony ears as Neon looked at all of us with a friendly smile.

A friendly smile that was slowly starting to breakdown and show some cracks, as if that smile was going to break and that he was going to go to new levels of insanity that we hadn’t seen before from him.

And as this was all going on, he said underneath his breath, “I’m not your boss… I’m supposed to be your friend…”

And then Neon just stood there, in the center of it all, not sure what to do with all of us, as his world that he wanted looked like it was starting to fade from him.