Chronicles of Paradise Damned

Two and a Half Months Since the Prologue*****

Alex was like any other 19 year old boy. He had a normal family, went to a normal school, and lived a normal life. His mom was a principal and his dad was an engineer, so nothing eventful ever happened. If there was anything abnormal about Alex, it was his height. He was much taller than most his friends, standing at a whopping 6'8". He went to work at a grocery store earning a good $20 per hour because of his hard and dedicated work. He lived in a small city just out of Houston. He did well in school and had a great appreciation among the town for his kind and caring heart. He was that one person that you would expect to always be lucky and have good things.

One day, he came back from work early because of the approaching Christmas holiday. He lived with his parents but was preparing to move out; he was packing things as he had only about a month more of side jobs until he would have enough to buy his own apartment home. On this particular day his little sister, Kate, was not home from school yet, so he went to his room out of boredom. He had just sat down on his bed when he heard a sound like shuffling paper. He looked, and upon his desk was book. He jumped a little bit at this sight.

"What the hell?" He asked out loud.

He approached the book. It had no cover on it, so he flipped it open. The pictures inside were gruesome and seemed to be hand drawn by a very good artist. All of them showed a mass slaughter of what appeared to be horses and ponies alike. The drawings seemed childlike in the sense that these drawings showed horses of color and not of the regular hues like brown, black, and white. There was another shuffling sound behind him and he turned to find a paper on his nightstand. It read:

Hello Alex. I know you but you do not know me. I am giving you an order that shall be obeyed on the threat of death. If you open the door to your room you will not find a hallway, but a portal leading to another universe. You have two minutes to enter this portal. If you should, your room will disappear and you will be forgotten about until you return. Should you not enter the portal in the allotted time, a universe in desperate need of your help will die. I beg of you to go, for they need you, but in the end, the choice is yours Alex.

He approached his door and opened it to find that the person who wrote the note was not kidding. The was a swirling black and blue vortex leading out of his room. It didn't require much time to think. His choices were set out for him. So, Alex walked up to the portal and prepared to enter it.

"Well, I guess this is goodbye world", Alex said with a sad chuckle, and he jumped into the portal.

*****

It wasn't some instantaneous kind of thing where you stepped in on one side and came out the other. No, Alex literally flew into and through the portal. He saw all kinds of disturbing things, mostly the same pictures he saw in the book. And then, it was over. He hit the ground and blacked out.

*****

When Alex awoke, he found himself lying on a dirt and gravel road. He got up to look around but instantly fell to the ground again.

"What in the name of God?" Alex looked at his hands... but no longer were they hands, in their place were now white hooves.

Alex grew very puzzled and gaped at the hooves. He clapped them together, and shook his head in disbelief, but then realized that this road seemed eerily desolate. He got up and found he was in what seemed to be a demolished town. Judging by the houses and building, it wasn't very modern. The dirt and gravel road suggested at wagons instead of cars. The building styles seemed more old fashion, most of them shack looking with the exception of a few buildings, which looked like miniature versions of the white house. The street he was on was not densely populated by buildings and seemed to be like a park avenue. He found a window and saw that he was a pony now. He was all white but he couldn't see much else because he saw mostly right through the glass. He turned left and found his heart just stopped. Sitting at the end of the sidewalk was a pink and red mare. She had this smile that turned the blood to ice and an oddly beautiful, yet terrifying, stare that made one feel as if they were being looked right through.

"Well, well, well, it seems as if the surprises will never end!", She said in a cheery voice. Her voice had a thick and soft Italian accent, and seemed to wrap around Alex in an ever so gentle way. He felt entranced by the beautiful voice, and took a few steps toward the mare. Then, he took another look in her eyes, and snapped himself out of the trance.

"Uhhhhh, I, uhhhhhhhhh...", Alex stammered. This was all so confusing. He blinked to make sure this was real, and then the mare was gone. Well, she wasn't gone, she simply moved to another location, this time, behind a ruined arch. She turned around to face Alex and winked and then disappeared behind the arch.

"What the hell is going on around her...!?", Alex was interrupted by a powerful blow to his side that knocked him into a conscious state again. He turned to the side of the attack, ready to hurt whoever did it, only to find a purple mare quite a bit smaller than he was. His anger passed as quickly as it came.

"Hello?", Alex asked.

"No questions. Follow me. I will answer all your questions shortly.", the mare responded coldly.

"Okay, I guess?", Alex muttered following the mare into an alleyway. They turned a corner and Alex found himself in a neighborhood. The purple mare crossed the street and entered a house, Alex right on her hooves.

"Wait here.", she said once they were inside the house. She walked up to a piece of stone and did a complex sign on it using her front two hooves. The stone split into two halves and opened up to a tunnel.

"Follow me, we are almost there.", she said and entered the tunnel.

Alex entered the tunnel and in a daze passed the mare. He walked to the entrance of an underground bunker it seemed. He pushed open the door to be greeted by a small purple and green dragon. The dragon's expression went from happy to confused to angry in a matter of seconds.

"WHO are YOU!?", The dragon asked impolitely. He sounded a tad Scottish.

"Does it matter who I am? I might as well ask you the same.", Alex replied and tried to step over the dragon. Instead he got a fireball to the hoof and jumped back, startled.

"Leave this place, NOW!", The dragon screamed.

"Spike, leave him alone. He is a... friend of sorts. He doesn't know what is going on. I can tell.", The mare called from right behind Alex. Spike did not seem to happy about letting a stranger into this place, but seemed happier now that he saw the mare.

"So we have another Crosser? Let's hope this one doesn't die like the others.", Spike muttered. The mare glared at him, but Alex didn't hear.

Alex walked into a huge room. The ceiling was higher than he thought they had gone down. The tunnel must have been deeper and steeper than it felt. The room was about 2,000 sq. feet and had distinct doors leading into other rooms. This room had a kitchen of sorts, a table, a sitting area and was lit by extremely bright candles. Alex turned to face the mare who was closing the door to the makeshift home as it seemed.

"Now can you explain to me exactly what is going on?", Alex asked.

The mare looked at Spike, then seemed to think for a second before she finally spoke.

"My name is Twilight Sparkle. The name of this town is Ponyville. Well it used to be. About 2 and 1/2 months ago, my friend Pinkie Pie went insane. Something named Rose, this entity that lives inside her mind, or lived, is most likely to blame. She was locked up in a tower on the edge of town but managed to escape the tower. She found a race of aliens that were mechanically advanced in every way compared to us. They had weapon's and machines on their side. She became the leader of this race and used them to destroy this town. She then moved on to destroy everything in Equestria. Not too many of us are left. Pinkie changed before she started this whole thing. Her insanity carried to her appearance. She painted red all over herself and changed her eyes to a dark blue color. She goes by the name Rose Red now, which helps in my theory that Rose is responsible. In fact, it basically proves it."

"Wait, did you say red streaks, red like the color of blood, and dark blue eyes?", Alex asked warily.

"Y-Yes?", Twilight responded.

"Ohhh boy.", Alex sighed.

"She is here, isn't she.", Spike asked nonchalantly.

"Uh-huh", Alex nodded.

"Oh dear. This is not good. Maybe she knows of our location. What would we do then!? Oh boy, oh dea...", Twilight was interrupted by a huge BANG! on the wall opposite her. The the wall exploded revealing Rose leaning against a wall, acting innocent.

"No,no,no,no,no...", Twilight repeated over and over under her breath.

"Well hello friends! What a pleasant surprise to see you Twilight. I thought you had gone with the others!", She pushed off the wall and trotted towards the group of 2 ponies and the dragon.

"What are you doing here, Rose?", Twilight growled, trying not to act scared.

"Oh, I pity the one who cries wolf when there is none. You mustn't be scared Twilight. Or are you and you are afraid to show it. Let us see if we can get a little persuasion into that head of yours now.", Rose trilled. She raised a hoof and pointed it at Twilight, who began to rise off the floor. She started to choke on some telekinesis-like force that Rose was using on her.

"Fight back will you. You have magic and you know how to use it. Kill me. Right here. Right now. Get it over with then!", Rose yelled.

"I... don't know.. know what you're... talking about...Agghhh!", Twilight screamed as Rose apparently tightened her grip upon Twilight.

"Enough!", Alex cried, and he rammed into Rose, launching her into a wall. She got up unscathed.

"T-Th-Thank-k y-you.", Twilight moaned as she hit the ground.

"You," Rose said turning to face Alex, "You would make a good servant. You're strong, smart, and definitely witty."

Alex smirked, then started to chuckle, then broke out laughing.

"What are you laughing at!", Rose retaliated, her giddy look replaced with anger. Twilight and Spike looked at each, hoping for the best.

"It is the way you hide your pain. You look like you are trying to be some god, some invincible being that could destroy everything in an instant. You aren't invincible, though. Everything can come crumbling down on you at any instant. Maybe you will die tomorrow! Don't be so cocky, Rose. Now come on. If you are going to fight, fight with your fis...err...hooves!", Alex growled. He glared daggers at Rose, and tried to stare her down. She turned to face away from him and to face directly at Spike. Spike gulped and tried not to shiver as those eyes searched him for any form of weakness. Finding none they returned to his eyes.

"Spike, you are nothing compared to what you could be. Come with me. I will free you from the bonds placed upon you by this bitch! You can rule entire worlds with me, become a god to the inhabitants. Staying with Twilight won't get you anywhere, little Spike.", She glared at Twilight when she spoke the last few sentences. Either Twilight ignored her, or she was too dazed to hear what Rose said.

"Rose, I will never follow in your hoof steps. You are a murderous witch that doesn't give a care in the world about anyone's feelings except yours! You are guaranteed to live through horrible torture should we ever get the time and forces to to defeat you and your army!", Spike was beginning to shake and he seemed about ready to fly straight into a blind rage.

"You?", Alex asked inquisitively of Rose, "You are the cause for all the pain and suffering for these poor people? Have you ever thought of the horrible consequences for your actions? Are you a mindless killer or an extremely clever perfectionist?"

"Oh what such wonderful questions.", Rose said making sure to watch Twilight and Spike as she spoke. "Questions that I have the answers for. Yes, of course, and you have never seen someone more meticulous, more tricky than I!"

"Is this the work of a child or the mind of a lunatic that we are speaking to?", Alex asked cautiously.

"Neither! It is the mind of a purist, one who is to cleanse this world of its contaminated population!" Rose sung. She began to walk to the hole that she made in the wall.

"Where do you think you will be going Rose? You have nowhere to stay. You are an outcast, a lunatic, a crazed psycho. You are feared by most, what more could you want!? You have reaped your final reward, Rose. You will be nothing but a nightmare carried on by the wind when you come face-to-face with me again. You will die by my hands if it is the death of me!" Spike cried. He watched Rose approach the hole and turn around.

"Let's see if you can look me in the eye, if you are so confident." Her gaze fell upon Twilight, who turned away as if being splashed by cold water. Next was Spike, who looked at the floor and scuffed his feet. Finally she looked upon Alex. Royal Blue locked with Light Chrome. Rose looked away in disgust and entered the hole. With a wave of her hoof the wall began to rebuild itself. As the final piece was about to set in, she turned around winked directly at Alex. Then she was gone. Alex was about to check on Twilight when heard Rose's voice in his head. He froze where he stood and his eyes glazed over.

Remember, I will always be right here., Rose said seductively. Alex got a mental picture of Rose pointing to her head.

I will hear your every word, see your every thought, and control your emotions like a puppet! With this, she clicked her tongue and Alex fell to the ground, knocked unconscious by an unseen force. This woke Twilight out of her daze and she ran over to Alex.

"Spike! He has fallen! We must help him.", She said. Up close, he seemed so very familiar. Not just from her dream though. Like she had seen him before, long ago. A name came to her head, not made up or created, but a memory.

"His name is Night Mist.", Twilight said. She was scowling, her mind trying to remember how she knew him.

"What?", Spike asked.

"That is his name. I know it is. I just don't know...how I know.", Twilight said. She shrugged. With that, she and Spike lifted him into a room and set him down on a bed.  As soon as he touched the bed, he began to shake. He groaned softly, like he was in pain. Twilight left before her heart shattered by the sight of Night convulsing on the bed. Night Mist was no longer there. He is gone...,she thought. She was all alone again. The sound of laughter rang out once more over Equestria, the laugh of someone who has triumphed.

*****

Rose Red was dreaming. She was falling. Falling and Falling and Falling. Voices were speaking all around her. Then one broke out into prose, and then was joined by the rest to form a commanding dark voice.

Twilight is Coming,

Night is Falling.

A quest for running,

While the bell is tolling.

A child between them,

of ultimate power.

A shining gem,

From Which You Cower!

Your reign of terror is going to end,

of which your mind will be freed.

From their child they will send,

A deathly song will be your creed.

Banished the horrors will be,

from this wrecked world.

Just you wait and see,

At the bottom of an endless pit you will be curled.

A horrible fate to this world will come,

A product of your own stupidity.

The future looks glum,

Assure your mind with validity!

Then the voices broke up and there were sounds of laughter and crying, whispering and yelling, all around Rose. Red particles began to form below, grouping up to make eyes with crimson irises that bore into to Rose's mind. She screamed and hit the ground. With that, she woke up in a panic.

"Where am I? Who am I? What happened to this town? Why is everything dark and not light and happy?", Rose cried out. She realized with a shock she had no memory of what happened for the past 3 months. She tried to remeber what she could. Her name was Pinkamena Diane Pie, she had many friends, including Rainbow Dash and Twilight, and she was a happy and outgoing pony. But why was the town ruined? Where was everyone.

"Hello?", she called out. A voice responded, not outside, but inside her head.

I am here. I will always be here. Your body is weak under my power. You are worthless, a piece of pink, giddy trash., said the voice. Pinkie realized with horror this was the voice of Rose Red, the same voice she heard the day she blacked out. Rose, that murderous demon. Rose, that ever present pain in her ass. Now she knew what had happened. She had not blacked out. Her mind had been taken over. She had been controlled and used for one purpose. And that purpose had not been fully served. This world was not fully cleansed. There were survivors, and all were supposed to die.

"Never again!", Pinkie yelled with all her strength. She began to force Rose into the depths of her mind.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!", Rose screamed.

Pinkie knew it was working. She pushed harder. Her head hurt, and her body felt like giving up, but she pushed on.

"AAAAGGGGHHHH!", Rose shrieked. Pinkie felt Rose's presence slipping away and her control weakening. She used this chance to take control of her body again. She took a cursing Rose Red and locked her up in a mental prison.

"Goodbye, Rose.", Pinkie said with a smile.

"YOU CAN'T KEEP ME IN HERE FOREVER! I WILL GET OUT, AND WHEN I DO, I WILL KILL EVERYTHING YOU CARE ABOUT! AND THIS TIME, YOU WILL SEE IT ALL HAPPEN! I WILL FORCE YOU TO WATCH THE DEATH OF EVERYTHING YOU EVER LOVED!", Rose was screaming so loud Pinkie had to cover her ears, though it was obviously no use. "JUST YOU WAIT, YOU LITTLE PINK BITCH! YOU ARE NOTHING, A PAWN IN MY PLAN! YOU ARE JUST A SOLDIER, A MESSENGER EVEN, TO CARRY OUT MY ORDERS! LISTEN YOU WHORE, LISTEN WELL! HEED ME OR DIE, YOU WEAK JOKE OF A SLUT!", Rose did not seem to stop, but those were the last things Pinkie heard before she closed Rose out. Pinkie began to cry. She was responsible for the deaths of so many, the demise of innocent, defenseless children, her favorite things in the world. So many things done wrong with no rights to correct them. It was then she realized that she had been stumbling through the town the entire time and had bumped into something. She looked up to find a pony staring down at her. He was blue and had his red hair spiked up in the back.

"H-Hello?", Pinkie asked.

The pony continue to stare. Suddenly he began to change. His red mane was replaced by a black one along with his skin, which also turned black. His green eyes turned crimson, and white spikes grew along his back and down each leg. His tail turned crimson and his eye whites turned black. Teeth were replaced by razor sharp fangs. He licked his chops.

"You have awoken from thy sleep, lady Rose. Though, you are no longer Rose, are thee? Come now, let me finish you off the easy way. Else, I might have to resort to worse measures.", the thing spoke. Pinkie was frozen in horror. She closed her eyes, waiting for it to be over. He opened his mouth and started to descend on Pinkie. She could smell his breath... then he was suddenly gone. Her eyes opened. She found a white pony in his place. He had a concerned look on his face. She looked to the side and saw the creature was out cold, the only sign of life was the shallow breathes it breathed. The pony helped her up. He was taller than her and had these mysterious silver eyes. His cutie mark showed a moon hovering over a lake completely covered by mist. His mane and tail were the same silver as his eyes. Pinkie was speechless.

"You are tired. Let me help you. I will lead you to shelter.", the pony said.

Pinkie and the pony walked side-by-side until they reached a house. It was small and mostly intact. He lead her inside and to a room. He lifted her up and set her down upon a bed. They looked at each other until Pinkie went to sleep. When she woke up in the morning he would be gone. The last thing she heard before she closed her eyes was, "My name is Night Mist. I will never hurt you,"

*****

Back in the underground home, Alex was still in his coma. His form was going thin and pale; death-like. He spasmed on the bed, and grimaced and silently screamed in non-existent pain. Twilight heard the ruckus, and rushed to the room. She calmed him by putting a hoof on him, where he then began to still. The grimaces and silent-screams of pain stayed, however.

"What are we going to do...?", she asked his sickly form. She sighed and climbed up into the bed with him, and lay against him. She took no meaning to this gesture, other than simply grief. After laying with him for a few minutes, and after he had finally gone back to sleep, Twilight kissed him and got off the bed. "Please...come back...please..."

Please...

*****Four Days Later

Alex woke up for the first time after he blacked out. He had no idea what day it was, or how long he had been asleep, but a nagging thought that occurred was that his name was Night Mist. He found himself on a bed. He got out of the bed to move but fell in exhaustion. He was extremely hungry. Forcing himself up, he walked down a short hallway, leading to a main room. The realization hit him as soon as he entered the room. He knew where he was and what had happened. He peered around the corner. Spike was sitting at the table, engrossed in a large book. Twilight Sparkle was standing in the kitchen, using her mouth and hooves to stir what smelled like pasta. Alex smiled. He started to sneak up on Twilight, planning on surprising her. Right as he stepped behind Spike though, he stepped on a piece of loose twig, making a soft Snap! that Spike noticed. Alex froze, and Spike turned around. Alex smiled as if to act innocent, and Spike stared at him cynically. Alex put a hoof to his and made a noise to be quiet, flicking his eyes to Twilight. Spike realized that Alex/Night Mist had no bad intentions, and he smiled and rolled his eyes, and looked back at his book. Alex grinned, and snuck up on Twilight. When he got close, he realized that her eyes were closed and she was humming softly.

Perfect!, he thought.

"Hello, Twi!", Alex said cheerily.

Twilight shrieked and fell backwards. When she saw it was Night, she hopped up and gave him a huge hug followed by a kiss.

"You're Alive! I thought you were dead! It is truly a Christmas miracle!", Twilight trilled still hugging him.

Christmas!? When Alex had left, he had days, somewhere in the week range, until Christmas came around. Had he really been in a coma for that long?

"Well, yeah...What happened?', Alex inquired curiously.

"Not much really. I think Spike enjoyed the fact that you weren't here. I don't know if he just hates you, or if he simply just doesn't trust you.", Twilight responded, finally letting go.

"Yeah I know that. I think it's that he doesn't trust me around you, though. He is protecting you from me."

Alex made a sly grin at Spike, unnoticed by him because of his interest with his book.

"You have something planned for him?", Twilight asked, chuckling softly.

"I think so, but for another time. For now, tell me what our situation is. Rose. Start from there."

"Well, I think she held herself back from attacking us because you were in a coma. She could kill us anyday. We need to find a way to stop her."

"That's right!", The white pony exclaimed. "Now, where to start?" Alex began to search his mind for any clues as for what to do. Then, a sound familiar to Twilight began to emit from Spike. Except, something was terribly wrong. Spike wasn't just delivering a letter, he was having some serious side effects. He was coughing out blood by the spoonful, and his color was quickly draining.

"Spike!", Twilight shrieked and galloped toward her friend. Alex simply just shook his head, and started walking towards the scene unfolding in front of him. Finally a note came out and Spike passed out in relief. It had blood on it, but not Spike's. This blood was dry. The paper also seemed in horrible condition. It was crumpled, burned, and looked as if something acidic and brown and been poured on it. No wonder it gave Spike so much trouble. It read as such:

Hello my faithful student. As you can tell by this letter, I am still alive. To this da (Blood covers this part of the letter) rce is gone or faltering. My group has not seen (Blood spatter.) few weeks. I am ill but still going strong. But we are not safe. Something else is here. Something dark, ancient, and evil. WE NEED HELP! If there is anywhere, anywhere safe you can bring us to, please reply. If not, give me some kind of way to know if you are alive or not. Please, I (Blood) ou.

Yours Truly, Princess Celestia.

Twilight put the paper down, surprise, happiness, sadness, and anxiety all clashing together on her face.

"She's alive...almost 3 months, and she is still alive!", Twilight laughed. She swung Spike, who groaned in pain, onto her back and began to jump around the room. "She's alive!"

Alex chuckled as they danced around the room. After a short time Twilight grew tired and fell to the floor dizzy, but was still laughing. She then grew serious and, finding a paper and quill, began to write a letter back to the Celestia. Alex stumbled back as a disturbing and dark realization hit him. The letter. A universe will die...they need your help... Alex tried desperately hard to fully comprehend what he had just realized. Whatever had happened here had corrupted the entire universe. Something was messing with the ties that held this universe together, and was snipping away at them one by one, until this universe would simply just fall apart, like a Jenga tower on it's last block.

"It all makes sense now...", he said quietly. His eyes filled with worry and fear. Twilight looked up from her writing, confused. "Those aliens that you mentioned, did you feel there was something different about them, aside from the fact that were, well, aliens?.", Alex's voice trailed away into a whisper. Twilight dropped the quill and simply stared at Night.

"Wha-What?", Twilight asked. "What do you mean different?"

"Like something was wrong with them. Like they felt more foreign than you would think."

Twilight thought for a second. Night was beginning to make more sense. He was right. The aliens, something had been very off about them. Snapping into medical terms, Twilight's mind solved her query. We are the cells of this planet. Those alien's are cells of another planet, but they didn't feel like cell's in the same body. They were different. They were pathogens.

"N-Night...those aliens aren't from this around here, are they? They never existed here, did they?

Alex didn't know who Night was, even though his mind still kept telling him that was his name, but he understood the question was directed at him.

"So says my guess. They are from another universe, I would think. They are contaminants, outsiders. The only problem is that they are contaminants more powerful than this body, this universe can handle. By the looks of that paper, something happened during it's delivery. Something happened, caused by who sent it. This body is decaying, and if my thinking is in the right place, it's starting with this Celestia, because she is the most prominent and easiest-to-target life-form."

"So what you are saying is that these aliens are from another universe, and because they are not from this universe, this universe is starting to decay, starting with the ruler? It's working it's way down the ladder, not up, so the ladder doesn't collapse, and thus it has more to feed on?", Twilight responded. Alex smiled grimly.

"I am afraid so Twilight. We need to be so very careful. We must get going, however. I was sent here for a specific purpose, to save you all from the dangers of this place. I am going to need as much help as I can get.", Alex said.

"Well then don't forget me.", A familiar voice floated in.

"No...", Twilight's eyes lit up, the fear washing away.

"I'm back!", the voice called. A brown pony with blue eyes walked in through the entrance to the shelter.

"Who in the hell are you?", Alex asked. He narrowed his eyes at the newcomer.

"He's The Doctor!", Twilight trilled and ran over and hugged the new-comer.

"Doctor...who?", Alex asked. He scowled at The Doctor.

"Just, The Doctor.", replied The Doctor. Alex walked up to him and shook hooves with him. He backed up and looked over the stallion.

"You seem so familiar...I just don't know...", Alex said. Then he remembered the rumours. The man who called himself The Doctor, who had appeared just before a big storm. They were just rumours, right? "You...you can travel through time and space...in a box. A...damn my memory...an old police box? That's impossible. Those are just myths, rumours, right?"

"Apparently not. And you are...?", Doctor asked, quite intrigued by this pony's character.

"Alex...at least I think. So much has happened, and my mind keeps telling me that is not my name. I don't know exactly what to believe anymore...", Alex said. He looked down at the ground and bit his lip. Night Mist sounded so right, so natural, but his name was Alex! RIGHT!?

"Nice to meet you Alex." The Doctor smiled and looked down at Twilight. "Well hello again little miss, you look much more mature now, like a grown mare. Glad to see you again!", Twilight flushed a little and hugged the him.

"Doctor, we need your help. You obviously overheard what I was saying to Twilight. We can't hope to hope to save everpo...one without help. Are you willing? I can't assure that you will live, because it seems that this evil is more than what we think. It is not from here.", Night said. I almost said everypony...what the hell is happening to me?

"Of course I am willing to help! Call it a favor for a friend!", The Doctor said. He smiled at Twilight. Everything was happy in the little shelter at that moment. Alex thought that, even though he didn't know how he was going to do it, he might be able to save many of the survivors. Even Spike got into a good mood. All was not happy outside, however. Celestia was dying a slow, painful death, unstoppable even by magic. Those who had survived were slowly dying of hunger and thirst as supplies grew low. Twilight needed to act, and she needed to act fast. Things were going horrible for the survivors hidden away in this crevasse, and they were getting worse. They were going to perish.

"Where are you my student.", Celestia called weakly, "We need your help. Help us, we are dying." She coughed up blood and spat it to the side. A dark force was watching them. A force that was terrifying in its appearance and great in its power. "Oh please hurry, my sweet Twilight, before we are nothing but skeletons."

From the hill above the camp, a pony watched. Or at least, he looked like one. He was the same as Pinkie had saw, black and evil. And he was hungry. In his eyes, there was nothing but free food down there. They were weak, tired, and naive to what they faced. He licked his lips. Soon enough. Soon enough...