Vinyl Scratch - Napalm Nanokiller

Vinyl Scratch: Napalm Nanokiller.

By Steventheman

Chapter 1

Walking the Streets of a Former Hell

"Stop!" the Royal Guard yelled as Vinyl ran through the gold factory. "You dropped your ID!"

"Fuck the police!" the infamous Vinyl Scratch shouted in reply to the unfit guard, undoing a knot securing a box to cause the large amount of barrels contained within to fall towards the guard. The guard screamed as the barrels full of gold smashed into him, breaking his right foreleg in five places, breaking his left foreleg at the knee joint, shattering his ribcage and puncturing both lungs, causing massive internal bleeding and a slow, suffocating death.

Vinyl kept running past the bemused workers as she cantered further into the bowels of the gold factory.

"The fuck is that?" one Earth Pony worker in full safety gear said to his good friend.

"I dunno- Wait! No!" the second worker tried to shout as Vinyl pushed a lever down, causing a comically oversized, overhead pipe which was in clear violation of the Equestrian industrial Health and Safety laws to burst and shower an absurd amount of molten gold on the workers, causing severe third-degree burns over much of their surface area. Oh, and a very agonizing death by shock to the nervous system and the destruction of vital regions of the body.

Alarms activated around the factory. Vinyl looked around, to see medical and heatproof-suited clean-up crews approaching the pool of molten gold.

"Shit!Shit!This is fucked! This is so fucked!" a crewpony said, surveying the extensive damage.

Vinyl looked at a forklift and then the clean-up crews. She grinned as ideas formed in her tasty unicorn brain...

"Hey hey motherfuckers!" Vinyl boomed, smiling like a madmare as she careered towards the crews in her vehicle of demise.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" a medic yelled, dragging a burnt worker from the deluge of burnination.

Vinyl could only laugh as the Doomlift (As she now called the piece of machinery she was sexually attracted to.) bore down upon the medical pony and her unfortunate patient, who by this point was most likely already dead.

The Doomlift pushed the two into the fiery lake of shiny, molten refined ore. They screamed as they dissolved like the Terminator at the end of Terminator 2. Except that it was molten steel in the movie.

"You're not gonna be back any time soon." Vinyl smirked as the clean-up crews stared in horror. The Doomlift turned around, as it had developed an intelligence powered by pony blood and Vinyl's love.

Doomlift honked his own horn as he accelerated towards the silver-suited workers. They moved out of the way, revealing a pipe revealing a very large warning sign.

"WARNING! THERE'S A METRIC FUCKTON OF HOT SHIT IN HERE."

"Nooooo!" Vinyl screamed as Doomlift slowly rolled towards the pipe of inevitable, golden and slightly warm doom. "Not like this! I wanted to die in a giant blood orgy at 45!"

The Doomlift tapped the pipe, causing no discernible or detectable damage.

"Phew. That was way too close..." Vinyl said, relieved that she didn't suffer a golden shower. The workers looked at her with fury in their eyes for their fallen colleagues.

And then the factory exploded.

"Okay, it's time." a mare's voice said. "Wake up...Miss Scratch...wake up and smell the ashes."

Vinyl wondered how about a pipe-full of molten gold to her pretty pony face didn't kill her. She decided that she was too hardcore to die like that, and was indeed destined to die in her dream blood orgy.

"Uhh..." Vinyl moaned. "What happened?"

"Ah! She's alive!" the mare said, surprised. "What happened was that you drove a forklift into a pipe full of molten gold and destroyed a factory. But the factory housed a whole bunch of terrorism containers so the government said 'Eh, fuck it.' and let you off with a warning."

"Oh." Vinyl said. "That's cool of them."

Vinyl finally opened her eyes, expecting a clean, sterile hospital room. Instead, she got a dirty basement, full of boxes which in themselves were full of random shit.

"The fuck is this?" Vinyl grunted. "You haven't harvested my organs, right?"

"Nope." the mare said, shiftily. "On the contrary; we have improved you. It's just that the technology used to do so was stolen from a government research plant near North South Manehattan, so they gon' be on yo' ass."

"Ah fuck." Vinyl said, annoyed.

"Now, Ms. Scratch." the medical mare said, laying a hoof on Vinyl. "You must become the very best...like nopony ever was."

Vinyl looked up at the medic. "To waste them is my real test? To murder is my cause?"

"You must travel across the land, searching far and wide."

"Each pony to understand..."

"And to consume what's inside!" the mare shouted.

"Nanomare!" Vinyl declared triumphantly. "It's you and me! I must fulfil my destiny!"

"Okay, this is fucking ridiculous." the malicious medic mare said. "Just go and kill shit, we can make a fucking fantastic fortune on the super snuff film market."

"Works for me!" Vinyl said, hopping off the crates arranged to be an operating table.

"By the way, I might have left a glove in you. You're fine with that, right?"

"Yeah sure, whatever."

"But it could be quite dang-"

"Love, I just survived the hottest golden shower in Equestria. If that didn't kill me, your pussy-ass biodegradable medical gloves won't do shit!" Vinyl said, punching the random boxes to test her new limbs.

Vinyl ran from the basement, leaving behind a very proud mad medical mare.

"Make me proud, Scratch." she sniffed. "Make me proud."