Yoglabs: Dimensional Portal

"Now, Sjin." Sips said, standing in front of the group and trying to negotiate with his old friend, "You don't have to do this."

"Oh, Sips, but I do." Sjin said, "You don't understand, friend. It's my destiny; my purpose in life."

"No, it isn't," Sips argued, "You're destiny is to be my second-in-command for another fifteen years, marry an alcoholic, have 12 children, and have to work quadruple shifts to pay and feed all of them, and you'll literally work yourself to death. That's your destiny, not murder and mayhem."

"You've never been my boss." Sjin said, "You've been my dictator. You've tortured me with years of mindless dirt sorting, years of bricks to the head, and countless hours of overtime. You deserve to die." He aimed the assault rifle at him.

"Sjin!" Jesse said, "I don't know who you are, but I know there's something underneath this murderous shell. a nice guy. You don't have to be a pawn, you can be one of us!"

Sjin now pointed the AK at Jesse, "Listen, mister, I don't know who you are, or what you do, but this is what I'm here for, and I'll die for this cause."

Sips took this chance to charge him while his guard was down; but Sjin was quick on his feet, and quickly fired a string of bullets at him. Sips, bloodied, flew backward and slid on the ground, and lay still.

Jesse wrestled Sjin to the ground, trying to get the gun from him. Jesse shoved his palm into Sjin's chin, keeping his view off, and twisted his arm to release the assault rifle. He threw it across the room, and began a fistfight.

Simon now crawled over to Sips, his back torturing him. "Sips?" Simon wearily asked.

"Simon?" Sips said, his life already leaving with every breath, "Am I going to make it?"

"Yes, Sips. Yes you are." Simon felt a tear welling up on his eye, as he knew he would never see his friend on his feet or making videos again.

Meanwhile, The ponies were joining in the fight with Sjin. It was bloody. With hooves, fists, feet, heads, everything bashing into him, eventually his necklace broke, and he awoke.

"No, stop, STOP!!" He shouted. Everypony backed off, and Jesse looked him in the eye.

"Are you one of us?" he asked.

"Y-yes. I don't know what's gotten into me... Oh my, SIPS!!" He ran to his employer's side, and started begging with him, as Jesse picked up the AK, "Please, Sips, I-I don't know what was happening. It wasn't me, I swear, I-" A fist collided with Sjin's face, and he went flying.

"You shot me, you bastard!" Sips wheezed.

"I-it wasn't me, I swear!" Sjin was pleading for forgiveness, but Sips couldn't take it.

He let out a few grunts, grabbed the collar of Sjin's shirt, and said, "It's... it's okay, Sjin. I... forgive you... Now... Let me sleep in peace... Don't wake me up... Ever..." And with one last sigh, Sips' arm fell from SJin, and went limp on the floor. Simon felt his neck; no pulse. Sips was dead.

At this moment, the doors into the inner throne room opened, and Simon saw him: Lewis. He was holding Princess Celestia in a headlock, pushing his Desert Eagle into her temple. "oh, Boo Hoo." Lewis mocked.

Simon, forgetting his pain and acting in anger and vengeance for his friend, stood and walked toward the door. Jesse held the ponies back as Simon passed, and Sjin cried over the body of his comrade. Too much death had befallen him today. "Lewis." He said to his dearest friend, "Why?"

"Don't you understand, Simon?" Lewis Explained, "These ponies are nothing. We are so much higher than them! Why do they rule, and not us? We deserve to be in charge."

"No, Lewis, you don't understand." Simon protested, "These ponies are our friends, our family. They accept us, why can we not do the same? Now, Let the Princess go, and-"

"Never!" Lewis shouted, "This is my chance; my time. My destiny."

"No, Lewis! You had your chance when you had the decision to kill all those ponies. You didn't take it! You don't deserve to rule."

"No, but maybe we do. Join me, Simon, and you, I, and the princesses can rule Equestria in Harmony. Or you can stay with your band of underdogs, and she dies!" Lewis shoved the barrel of his pistol into Celestia's temple, "Can't you hear the crier, now, Simon? Listen to the anthems we sing. Can you hear the slaughterhouse bells? In the land of the pigs, the butcher is king."

"No, Lewis. There has been too much death today. I cannot serve a traitor, but I cannot hurt a friend."

"Shame. I have no problem hurting you." Lewis pulled the Desert Eagle from Celestia's temple, aimed it at Simon, and fired three shots right through his chest.

All the ponies watching were horrified as Simon's blood stained the floor of the throne room. The wounded Brit fell to his knees, and slowly turned his head to his friends. A smile crossed his face as he fell forward, now laying still across the ground. Lewis laughed maniacally.

"Now, who's next?" He asked.

"You'll pay for this." Jesse said, aiming his AK-47, "All of this." He aimed as well, and unloaded his entire clip at Lewis. He threw the Princess to the side as bullet after bullet tore through his shirt, his skin, his bones, and out the other end. Himself bloodied, Lewis fell backwards, no doubt cold and lifeless. His necklace was shattered in the bloodbath.

Jesse approached the fallen traitor, and viewed his work. Meanwhile, all the ponies went to Simon.

Pinkie, Rainbow, and Apple Bloom in particular were distraught.

Apple Bloom sobbed as she said, "Poor Simon. He was my best friend."

Rainbow was also crying, "He was obnoxious, annoying, and brainless, but he was a friend. It's horrible."

Pinkie was crying, but she decided not to say anything. Then she remembered, as her smile exploded from her face. She quickly reached for her Pocket Universe, and fished around in it for the object she wanted. She found it: a brown wafer, about the size of a biscuit, and covered in chocolate.

She held it above Simon's nose, and his nostrils flared as he smelled the delicious treat. His eyes popped open, and he came face-to-face with the legendary Jaffa Cake. Pinkie dropped it in his hand, and he scoffed down the Cake.

The ponies sqee'd and squealed in delight, as their friend had returned from the grave. But the same could not be said about Simon, who grimly walked to the body of his friend. He looked down, and a solitary tear rolled off his nose, and onto the red shirt of his comrade.

Celestia came beside him, and said, "I understand, Simon. He was a friend. And friendship drives Equestria. Don't worry. He will be honored."

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It was the day. Simon had put his suit over his bandages, and metal spine support (The only way he could still walk without further damage), and went with his friends to Canterlot Castle, where two oak cases lay on either side of them. In one, Sips. In the other, Lewis.

Everypony was grim and depressed as the ceremony began, with a speech by Celestia, which moved into Simon, and Jesse, but ended with Luna. Then, they looked upon the dead once more before the ceremony was dismissed, and everypony went home. Except Simon and Jesse.

They stood over Lewis' casket. He lay, his shirt patched, and his hands crossed over it. His eyes were closed, as if only sleeping, and his hair was combed and cut. He looked so peaceful.

Celestia interrupted the mourning, coming up behind Simon, and saying, "My sincerest condolences for your friend, Simon."

"Thank you, Princess." Simon replied.

"Incidentally," Celestia continued, "You might want to follow me to my chambers."

"I'm sorry?" Simon asked.

"You too, Mister Cox. There is something I think you'd be interested in." Princess Celestia left them, assuming them to follow. They did, but not before Simon gave Lewis one last pinch. It was the first of the month, after all.

Simon and Jesse now sat in Celestia's chambers. She said, "It is a shame what happened to your friends, but I believe I can help with the mourning."

"What do you mean?" Simon asked.

"Are you familiar with The Golden Horseshoe?" The Princess asked.

"No."

"It is an artifact of Equestrian mythology. It hold immeasurable power. Enough to destroy an army, or give it life."

"Life?" Jesse asked.

"Yes. It is said to have legendary healing abilities. Enough to even bring back the dead. But it is just a legend."

"Are you sure?" Simon asked, "They called Bigfoot a legend, and now he's a national attraction!"

"Bigfoot?" Celestia asked.

"Nevermind. Continue with the Golden Horseshoe."

"Well, it was believed to be only a legend, until Howard Carter discovered evidence of the Horseshoe's resurrection abilities. He believes that the legend could exist, somewhere lost in the Wilderness of Equestria. If you could find it, it could bring life to your friend."

Simon was overjoyed at this second chance to save his friend's life. "Where do we start?" He asked.

But that, my friends, is a story for another time.

THE END