Disclaimer: My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic is owned by Hasbro and Studio DHX. Manhunt and Grand Theft Auto are owned by Rockstar Games. I don't own either yadda yadda yadda, let's just get this story started

Princess' Hall, Canterlot
2231 Hours

Sleep. That's all Celestia's mind could respond with. She sat irritably on her throne staring at her typical comically large stack of paperwork, trying to place her signature for a law concerning the funding of a shelter for homeless ponies. Yet even after going through many nights on empty to address pressing matters concerning her kingdom, she could not find the strength tonight.

Feeling her eyelids demand to leave this for another time and sensing the gravity of her head shift as she nodded off, she placed in a quick spell to stimulate her nerves and hold herself upright.

She signed her approval as she had done endless times before, declaring a small victory over the exhausting demands of her duty as ruler. When she realized that about thrity five other papers needed filling out, Celestia gave out a prolonged grunt of annoyance and dropped her head on her chair with a muffled thud, resting herself right there so that she could address the bills later when her time came to raise the sun.

Just as consciousness was about to slip, the massive door to the throne opened quietly to find a shadow approaching the princess. Celestia opened her eyes once more to face the intruder. "Who goes there?", she proclaimed with authority. The figure simply replied nonchalantly: "Who do you think?", stepping out of the darkness to reveal her beloved sister, Luna.

Celestia cracked a smile towards the princess of the night who looked confused as to why her big sister was still working at this hour.

Luna casually walked to approach her sister. "I need to talk to you, dear sister, about this... project proposed by your military advisers. It concerns me a great deal that we are returning to a world we barely understand. Do we really want to risk the elements of Harmony for this? If we lose even one, the balance of Equestria could be severely upset, putting our subjects in danger."

The sun princess absorbed her sister's opinions and quietly contemplated the idea that had been proposed to both of them. Ever since the changeling attack on Canterlot during Cadence's wedding, Equestria's military brass became rather insecure over the whole ordeal and rushed to innovate national defense while pleading for more funding, as per typical of any bureaucracy. She had authorized a top secret project that should keep them occupied while she handled defense directly: a portal to explore the human world, as wasteful as it sounded.

Little to her knowledge, plans to such device were preserved within a top secret laboratory not too far from Canterlot for several years now. After some testing, the team came to the conclusion that an experienced team of ponies would be needed in order to adequately explore what's on the other side. Despite the fact that neither Princess had much knowledge about the human world, she decided that even her star pupil, Twilight, would not be sent alone again. This time, they would all go, including herself.

Luna did not like this one bit, but silently admitted to Celestia that she was also curious to what exactly lied ahead, what kind of advancements they could take home to benefit their kingdom. As Celestia abandoned her workload to get some rest for tomorrow's adventures, Luna still looked at her with doubt. "I hope you know what you're doing, sister", she spoke with silk to a tired ruler.

Celestia only responded with: "I hope so too" in-between yawns of blatant exhaustion. She headed to her bedchamber and crashed, finally allowing herself to acquire some much deserved rest.

...

Portland Beach, Liberty City
October 1997
One Year Ago

Salvatore Leone enjoyed coffee outside of his mansion looking over the beach on one side and sitting above the territory of the Leone Mafia on the other. He took a breath of the sweet ocean air (sweet for Liberty City standards, considering how the water was often polluted) as he closed his eyes as he absorbed the smells of the seagulls directly conflicting with the typical traffic noise of a Sunday morning at Saint Mark's. The ringing of his cell phone cut the moment like a meat cleaver, causing Salvatore to curse in frustration. After struggling to figure out how this thing works, he answered the phone to find one of his men on the other side.

Itching his mustache, the Don spoke in clear, annoyed voice: "Yeah, what do ya want?" The henchman responded in an almost monotone voice: "There's some guy who wants to see you. A filmmaker, by the looks of it. He said he has an appointment with you. Shall I throw him out?" Salvatore chuckled to himself for he knew who it was: Lionel Starkweather, a famed filmmaker from Vinewood now disgraced and looking for a job. "It's all right, let him in" the mafia boss spoke softly.

After finishing the rest of his coffee, a black Sentinel that was the signature four-door sedan for the family in its operations drove near the walkway. A fat man with messy brown hair, sunglasses, and a Hawaiian shirt stepped out of the backseat and limped his way up the concrete ramp to the mansion.

Leone greeted the broken soul as if he were an old friend: "Mister Starkweather, you're just in time. Meet me at my office to discuss your proposal." They entered the mansion with an automatic piano one typically sees in malls playing some piece typical of rich Italian bastards. Starkweather entered the office as Salvatore closed the door while two men with shotguns waited on each side of the door.

Salvatore sat at his desk ready to hear this former big-shot's plan to make him rich, as the guy said over the phone all the way from Las Venturas. "All right, what's your big plan?" Starkweather took a deep breath and begun: "Okay, so I'm essentially no longer able to make films in Vinewood due to a... scandal, as you probably know. However, that doesn't mean I have to do movies for the mainstream audience. You might know that the Diablos often sell questionable entertainment in this city's red light district, but I want to do something that has much more appeal than donkey porn."

Salvatore nodded, impressed at the amount of homework this guy did. The director continued: "What is the main reasons people go to see action movies? To see carnage. To see people get shot. Why do morons flock to see horror flicks? To watch some idiot teenagers bone each other than get their heads chopped off. For these people, it is a catharsis. They desire to see others suffer. Being the most powerful nation in the free world can do that to you, apparently."

"No kidding." Salvatore acknowledged "So were you thinking of some cheap-ass Spaghetti Western or cheesy action flick that people will later use the Internet to make fun of?"

"There is a massive crowd willing to pay big bucks to see someone die on camera. For them, it is Nirvana. Heck, some of them even get off to it, if you can picture that. What I am proposing is that we take the worst of Liberty City's scum, have them kill each other, and get all of the action on tape. Then, I would oversee making it into a video that we can sell to the black market. This is a real opportunity, Don Salvatore, for you to be a serious contender in this town once more."

As Starkweather took a breath after giving his speech, Salvatore paused with one eyebrow raised as he contemplated what he just heard.

Then he generated his response. "I know very well who you are. My son loves your movies for some reason. You seemed like a pleasant guy over the phone. But you must think that my mother, God bless her soul, fucked an idiot instead of my dad. I've got enough trouble as it is without putting my public image at risk for something this crazy. I'm Don Fucking Salvatore Leone, I cater to drug addicts and lonely basement dwellers, not some sick fucks who actually want to see people get castrated. It's my job to want people to be beaten to a bloody pulp with a crowbar, and if you come anywhere near Saint Mark's again, I will personally make sure that's what will happen to you. NOW GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY OFFICE!!!!"

Hanging his head in defeat, Starkweather showed his own way out back to the mafia Sentinel waiting to take him back to his motel.

As the car exited, Salvatore confided to one his underlings "We need some good people back into this family. When is Toni Cipriani coming back?"

"Not for another year, boss. The gods up in Scotland have deemed it so."

"The gods are in Leeds this time around, you fucking moron."

Detention Party

A Crossover of Manhunt and My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic

By Bendita Locura

Author's Note

Whew. Finally finished that thing. Now I know what some of you might be thinking: why in the blue hell cross MLP with the creations of Rockstar Games, but especially Manhunt, a game infamous for its gruesome executions? The answer is this: because no one else seems to have. The original idea for this was just another short story about two idiot high schoolers who get trapped and eaten by Pinkamena, but that sounded stupid.

The idea for what I'm going for now actually came from when I was looking for images related to Luna Game. The image that acts as this fic's cover art is a screamer image used at the end of Luna Game 0 but with blood added on by someone on Derpibooru. I added the recording camera filter using a mobile app called HorrorCam. The filter I used resembled the video effect used in the first game for all of its execution cutscenes. The rest is history.

And for those who are wondering, I have not actually played the game. But I would like to and I have played three GTA games and Max Payne.

Many have considered Manhunt to be the A Clockwork Orange of video games, and so this might become the A Clockwork Orange of pony fics. It should be exciting.

In case anyone was wondering where all that gore you were promised is, don't worry. I'm only setting things up, it will get ugly.