Haters Vs Bronies (A story without a clever title)

Luke arrived at school the next day as usual. His mind couldn’t wrap itself around what he had seen at Jacob’s house. The show was good to be sure, but he hadn’t expected… such as strong reaction. Luke figured it was just the initial excitement of the new show and that it would all blow over in a week or two.

As Luke looked around him, nothing seemed out of place. Except that Jacob wasn’t in school. His mind wandered to the events of yesterday. Jacob had stayed home to wait for My Little Pony items he ordered off the internet. Spent all his college savings on ponies. While Luke didn’t agree with his choice, it was Jacob’s money. He had the right to spend it however he chose, but something still was unsettling in Luke’s gut.

Luke started to turn the combination on his locker when the double doors opened abruptly. At the door was Jacob. But he was not the same. Luke could see it even behind the pearl white cloak that he bore. He could see something in Jacob’s eyes that was not quite the same.

“My children!” Jacob spouted. “I have been sent here by Celestia to bring a revolution!”

Luke’s mind instantly went to the show. “Celestia sent him?!” he thought. “What the hell does that mean?”

The other teenagers in the hall started to speak indistinctively to one another. Luke could make out a few words but nothing more.

“Revolution?”

“Celestia? Isn’t she off My Little Pony?”

“Does he have a fucking pony on his cloak?

Luke focused his eyes on the cloak and sure enough, there was an image of a purple unicorn, Twilight Sparkle, on his cloak. As Luke continued to eye Jacob, he noticed a My Little Pony pendant around his neck. A Rainbow Dash plushy at his left side and a My Little Pony water bottle at his right side.

“My brothers, my sisters!” Jacob preached. “The time has come for the unity of this world!” Jacob held up his long staff in his hand. “The time has come for us to bring harmony and happiness to all our people!”

“Jacob, what the hell is going on?” Luke finally asked.

Jacob turned to Luke with a large smile on his face. “Luke, my brother.” Jacob embraced him.

Luke bit his lip and refused to hug Jacob back. “Jacob, what the hell is going on?” he repeated.

Jacob finally released Luke from his grip. “What’s going on is that you are being thanked.” He turned away from him and started to strut down the hallway. “Because of you, showing me that show, I now know what my true destiny is.”

“What does that mean?”

Jacob turned back to Luke. “Don’t you see? I’ve been chosen by Princess Celestia herself to bring order to our world of chaos. Discord is not going to win, my friend.”

Luke shook his head in confusion. “What the hell are you talking about? Who’s Discord?”

Jacob raised his eyebrow. “Haven’t you seen season 2?”

“No, I’ve been busy with homework.”

Jacob rubbed his eyes in irritation. “Oh my god, you have a lot of catching up to do.” He then came to his friend’s side and placed his hand on his friend’s shoulder. “But don’t worry, Luke. You are on the right path.”

Jacob turned towards the other students. “My children, we have been chosen by the great Celestia to bring love and tolerance to this world. Come!” Jacob started towards the exit. “Time is wasted here!”

One teen stepped out of the crowd, now gathered to see the ‘strange guy in the white cloak with the purple unicorn on it’. “And what if we don’t come?” he snapped.

Jacob turned with a threatening glare. “Then you can stay at your fucking school and waste your worthless life on this chaotic bullshit!” He put himself right up in the teen’s face with a fit of rage. The boy slowly started to back away in fright. “You can sell yourself to chaos and Discord and live a miserable life of misery!”

The teen started to curl up in a ball and started to cry. Everyone else simply watched as Jacob stood tall over the young man.

“Or,” Jacob’s voice shifted from complete rage, almost to a motherly voice. Like a parent talking to her child. “You can become one of us and see the light.”

The teen looked up, tears soaking his cheeks. “Do… do you really think… I could…” his sobs broke his speech patterns as he looked up to Jacob.

“My child, anyone can be a brony. And see the light.” Jacob took the teen’s hand and raised him to his feet. “Give yourself to Celestia and love and tolerate.”

The teen smiled as tears continued to roll down his face. “I will! I will see the light!”

The crowd roared with cheers of joy and laughter as if to celebrate the birth of a child.

Jacob raised his arms in the air once more. “Come, my children! To our future!”

Jacob was followed by dozens of teens as they marched out of the school, cheering and praising Celestia as they left.

Luke stood in the hallway with his mouth hung open, unable to comprehend what he had just seen. “What the fuck was that?!”

Before an answer could come to him, a force shoved him against his locker. When Luke looked up, he saw Curt standing over him. Curt grabbed Luke by the shirt and pushed his back against the locker. “What the hell did you do?!” Curt shouted.

“Curt! What the fuck?!” Luke snapped.

“What the hell did you do to Jacob?!”

Luke struggled against Curt’s arms, but couldn’t escape his grip. “What are you talking about?”

“You went over to Jacob’s house yesterday! What happened?!” When Luke failed to give an immediate response, Curt shook him violently. “What the fuck happened?!”

“Jacob showed me his My Little Pony collection! That’s it!”

Curt shook his head violently. “God dammit! He’s already got a collection!” Curt released his grip on Luke and made his way to the opposite side of the wall, his head resting on the lockers. “Of all the worst things that could happen, this is the! Worst! Possible! Thing!”

“What’s the big deal?” Luke asked. “It’s just a T.V show.”

Curt turned towards Luke his face painting an appalled expression. He attempted to speak, but he stammered, as if he couldn’t believe the comment Luke had made. “Just a T.V show?! Do you not see what is happening here?!”

“What?” Luke asked. “That Jacob is in some fantasy land? Yeah, that’s weird, but he’s not hurting anyone.”

“Not yet,” Curt pointed out. “Not yet, he isn’t. But he will. You’ll see. He will.”

Jacob gathered his followers in an underground basement. Candles were lit all around them, illuminating the room in a melancholy glow. Just within the candles light were posters of the six main characters of the My Little Pony series. Three on the left side and three on the right side. All leading up to a central figurine at the end of the room that stood proudly over the podium, which held a Princess Celestia doll on its stand.

The group inside was mumbling amongst themselves, uncertain of what their new leader had planned.

Behind the curtain, however, Jacob was speaking to one of his fellow bronies. “You are certain this is everyone who is willing to see the light.”

The brony bowed his head. “Yes, lord. This is everyone.”

“Excellent.” Jacob then made his way to the curtain and parted it with his hand and staff. However, the chatter had not ceased. It was only when he made his way to the podium and tapped his staff that the group was silenced.

“My children, you have all done well to come here. The revolution of this world is upon us and you are all going to share a part of it!”

The crowd started to cheer.

“Many of you have seen the show and have proven that you can love and tolerate. But many of you have yet to see it. However, you are here because you wish to see the light!”

Again, they cheered.

“And the light of the sun shall be blessed upon-“

“Jacoby?” a motherly voice came from upstairs.

Jacob lowered his head and rubbed his forehead with his hand. “Oh, god.”

“Are you and your little friends okay down there?”

“Yes, mom. We’re fine,” he called out.

“You guys aren’t having sex or doing drugs, right? You know how your father feels about that.”

“Yes, mom. I know. We won’t. I promise,” Jacob moaned.

“Okay, you kids have fun.”

Jacob rolled his eyes and sighed in annoyance. “Now where was I? Oh, yes. And the light of the sun shall be blessed upon-“

A noise came from the group that sounded like a cellphone ringing. Everyone looked deep in their pockets, seeing if it was their cellphone.

“Whose phone was that?!” Jacob snapped.

A girl in the back raised her had up. “That was me, sorry!”

“Sorry? Sorry?!” Jacob growled. “You want to see the light? You want the blessing of Equestria?!” He started to march towards her. “Yet, you… You! Would have the audacity to bring such a heathenish device into our most sacred meeting?!”

“But, I need to call my mom in case I don’t have a ride home,” the girl whimpered backing away in fear.

“So, you admit you willing brought this demonic device into this place?! Our civilization, in order to be perfect, must reflect Equestria’s!” Jacob raised his arms up as everyone took a step back. “Celestia does not look upon this well, my child. Celestia cannot bring love and tolerance to one such as you.”

“But… but I want to be a part of this,” she pleaded.

“Then are you willing to dispose of the very thing holding you back? Holding our perfect world back?” Jacob questioned.

There was a pause as the girl thought long and hard. She then noticed Jacob’s hand was held out, demanding the cellphone. The girl hesitated at first, but then finally surrendered the phone. Some of the group gasped in horror as Jacob marched to the podium with the phone in hand.

At the podium, he pulled out a cup of water and tossed the phone into it. The girl in the back started to cry as a group of friends started to comfort her.

“My children, we cannot allow ourselves to be separate individuals. In order for our cause to move forward, we must become a unity. We are all here because we believe in that unity, do we not?!”

The group nodded simultaneously.

“As great as our numbers are, it is not enough. Our perfect unity will not occur until all of us are bronies.”

One of the young men spoke, “How do we do that?”

Jacob gave a sinister smile and revealed his plan.

Tyler Hunter had brushed his teeth and went to bed as he did every night. He was enjoying the nice silence of his home. It had been a long day of school and homework and he was ready for some shut eye. His eyes slowly shut as he drifted to dream.

Suddenly, a cloth was forced against his face waking him up in a panicked state. He flailed back and forth, trying to escape the odd-smelling cloth, but a pair of arms wrapped themselves around his, preventing his escape.

As the fumes made their way into his nose and mouth, he attempted to scream, but only a muffled grunt was heard. It was hardly loud enough to be heard by anyone, save for himself and his attackers. The fumes continued to assault him and his body began to grow weary. His eyes began to get heavy and within a few seconds, his world went black.

When Tyler awoke, he found himself in a world of darkness. He looked all around him, but couldn’t see anything but blackness. It was hard to breath and his face was incredibly hot and sweaty. He motioned his arm to wipe the sweat of his face, but his arm failed to move. A force stopped it in his tracks. Panicking he tried to move his other arm, but it wouldn’t budge. He tried his legs, but they were stuck too.

Suddenly, the darkness was lifted and a bright light shined in Tyler’s face, blinding him. When his gaze began to focus once more, he noted Jacob stand over him.

“Jacob? What the hell is going on?” Tyler looked down at his arms to find that they had been duct taped to a chair. His legs as well. He struggled against his restraints, but was unable to break them.

“So, you are not one to see the light, huh?” Jacob stated.

“The light? What light? The one you blinded me with?!” Tyler snapped. Tyler took a moment to survey his surroundings. He noted that there were others in the room, but their faces were cloaked in black hoods.

“The light of My Little Pony!” Jacob poked his staff at Tyler. “You do not see the light.”

“What do you mean?” Tyler asked. “You mean, did I like the show?”

There was a silence that filled the room as the group patiently waited for his answer.

Tyler bit his lip. “Not really.”

There were several gasps in the group as the words echoed all around them.

“My children!” Jacob pointed at Tyler. “This is the kind of person that is a poison to this world!”

Tyler raised his eyebrow. “What?!  Because the show is not my thing?! Look, I don’t care if you like it! It just wasn’t for- Mmmph!”

A piece of tape was placed over Tyler’s mouth, turning his plights into muffled grunts.

Jacob stepped forward once more. “My brothers and sisters, there are people out there that will try to turn us away from the light, but I shall not allow it. If others will not see the light on their own, then we shall show them!”

The crowd gave a thunderous applaud as two bronies picked up the chair that held Tyler and dragged him to a big screen T.V. Tyler fought with all his might against his restraints and gag, but was unable to break his bonds.

The bronies placed Tyler in front of the T.V and pulled out the roll of duct tape.

“You will be set free, my child,” Jacob said as he made his way to Tyler’s side. He then placed his hand of the top of Tyler’s head. “Love and tolerance shall be your path.”

The bronies taped Tyler’s eyelids open as the screen started to flicker. Tyler struggled harder than he had struggled before and yet it made no difference.

He was forced to sit through thousands of pony images within minutes. He screamed in agony, which was still muffled. They were only loud enough to be heard by the bronies.

Luke came to school the next day as usual, but his mind was hardly on what was happening at school. His mind was still on what he had seen and heard yesterday. Jacob had been acting very strangely. This show had completely changed him. Luke wasn’t sure whether it was for better or for worse.

Coming down the hall with a bright smile on his face was Tyler Hunter. Luke had passed him by out in the halls before. They were friends, but he wouldn’t say close friends. “Hey, Tyler,” Luke greeted.

“Ponies!” Tyler shouted.

Luke gave a shocked look to Tyler. “What did you say?”

Tyler kept his big smile on his face. “Ponies!”

“Dude, you mean, My Little Pony?” Luke had talked to Tyler about it the day before and actually got him to watch it. But he stated it wasn’t his thing. “But I thought you didn’t like that show?”

“Ponies!” Tyler started to leap up and down, repeating his line over and over.

Curt came from behind Luke, shoving him out of the way. He made his way to Tyler. “Tyler! Tyler, speak to me, man! Say something not gay!”

Tyler gave a large, eerie smile. “Ponies!”

Jacob finally appeared in the hallways. Curt turned to him with a glare of pure rage. “Damn it, Jacob. What the fuck have you done to him?!”

Jacob smiled. “I showed him the light. He will now receive the blessings of Equestria.”

“You son of a bitch!” Curt charged for him, but two bronies stepped in his way and stopped him

“Jacob?” Luke asked. “What the hell is going on?”

Jacob turned towards him. “My destiny demands this, Luke. You will soon understand that this is for the best. Bronies are a boon to the world!” He shouted to the heavens. “Love and tolerance!”

Like a well-rehearsed speech, the bronies followed his chant. “Love and tolerance!”

The group marched out, preaching their beliefs. The two bronies that held Curt let go of him and followed their leader.

Curt turned to Luke with a stare of discontent. “I hope you’re happy with what you’ve done, Luke!”

“But I didn’t do anything!” Luke defended. “It’s just a T.V show!”

Curt pointed to Tyler. “Look at what that T.V show has just done!”

Luke pointed to Tyler as well. “This wasn’t the T.V show!” Luke snapped. “This is the work of a crazed idiot!”

“Yes, but the T.V show created this crazed idiot!”

“No, it didn’t! Jacob made up his own fantasy bullshit! And I’m going to knock some sense into him!” Luke shouted storming off to follow the bronies.

“You deal with the bronies your way, asshole!” Curt shouted. He then turned away and whispered, “And I’ll deal with them in mine.”

Curt gathered classmates who were concerned about the ‘Growing Brony Problem’ as they put it. Curt sympathized with them and gathered them into his backyard. His parents were out of town so, of course, they didn’t mind.

The classmates were talking amongst each other, asking if any of them were safe from the brony movement.

Curt finally moved up to the podium. “My fellow non-bronies!” he called out. Within seconds, the chatter stopped and the group’s focus was on Curt. “My friends, we are in dark times. The brony movement is upon us.”

Some of the audience whispered among each other, worry in their voices.

“The bronies speak of ‘love and tolerance’. But make no mistake!” Curt snapped as he leaned forward on the podium. “They want war. They want war so much, they have drawn first blood!”

Curt beckoned two gentlemen to escort Tyler to the podium. Tyler was still smiling as he had been all day.

“This is Tyler,” Curt introduced. “He was the first victim of the brony movement.” He turned towards Tyler. “Would you say hello Tyler?”

“Ponies!” Tyler shouted.

The audience gasped as the words filled the air. One man fainted in a flailing moan.

“Unfortunately, there is no known cure for bronyism.”

One woman stood up and shouted in fright. “My little sister! She watches my little pony! I have to save her!” She started to move out of the row of seats in panic, but Curt’s voice stopped her.

“Miss.” There was a hesitation in the air, as if Curt knew what to say, but didn’t have the strength or the will to do so. Finally, he broke the silence. “It’s too late for your sister.” He lowered his head in sorrow. “She’s gone.”

The woman sat down, tears streaming down her face. “No,” she whimpered. “She’s only seven years old!” she sobbed as she covered her eyes with her hands. The people to her left and right embraced her, attempting to comfort her.

One boy stood up. “We have to do something!”

The group became restless as they expressed their agreement with the one boy.

“I agree,” Curt stated, with those words the group became silent. “And do something we shall! For I have a plan that will break their spirits! Bronies will not win this war! We, the haters, shall prevail!”

The crowd turned into a thunderous cheer as Curt continued to declare war on the bronies. A war they were certain they could win.

Luke made his way passed Jacob’s mother, who insisted that Jacob was downstairs with his ‘little friends’. He knew that Jacob was having another brony’s meeting and he needed to confront him about it. Jacob had taken this obsession too far.

He marched down into the basement and entered the meeting place. As he passed through the door, he spotted dozens of bronies praying to the giant Celestia statue and just underneath it, was Jacob.

Jacob’s eyes met with Luke and he smiled. “Luke, my friend, welcome.” Everyone turned towards the doorway until all eyes were on Luke. “Are you here to reconsider my offer?”

Luke continued to glare at Jacob, “No. I’m not. I’m here to tell you, you’ve gone too far.”

Jacob took a step forward. “What are you talking about?”

“You can’t just kidnap people in the middle of the night and force them to watch your show!” Luke snapped.

“This is what Celestia told me to do!” Jacob explained, his eyes narrowing. “This is what my destiny is!”

Luke rubbed his forehead. “When the hell did Celestia tell you to kidnap Tyler?!”

Jacob turned away and looked up towards the Celestia statue. “A few days ago, I was taken from my home by Princess Luna.”

Luke raised his eyebrow and shifted his head in disbelief. “What?!”

“She took me to Equestria and that is when I met Celestia.” Jacob then turned toward Luke. “Celestia told me of my destiny and my sacred mission. To transform everypony in this world into bronies. And then…” A satisfied smile appeared on Jacob’s face. “I banged Fluttershy.”

Luke’s jaw dropped open in disgust. The other bronies began whispering between each other. “What?!”

One brony stepped forward. “It’s true. He described the event in great detail.”

Jacob bowed his head. “Oh, yes. Fluttershy can deliver. She can-“

“No, I mean, what the fuck?!” Luke screamed. “You think you are destined to turn everyone into bronies because of some stupid dream?!”

Jacob got in the face of Luke. “It wasn’t a dream! It was real!”

Luke shook his head violently, “No! No, it wasn’t real! It was all fake! None of it was real! My Little Pony isn’t real!”

The bronies began to whisper in panic, as if they weren’t certain what to do. As if they began to question their belief. However, Jacob was once again able to rally them with his words.

“You know what I think, Luke?” Jacob asked, pointing his finger at Luke. “I think you’re a non-believer.”

The room filled up with gasps as if the bronies’ ears were assaulted by blasphemous words.

Jacob turned around and took several steps towards the altar. “I’m afraid we can’t allow you to stay here, Luke.” He then turned towards his friend. “I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

Luke scowled at Jacob. “What? You’re not going to convert me like you did Tyler?”

“In due time, perhaps,” Jacob explained. “But you are… were a good friend. And that is the only reason I am allowing you to leave. We bronies respect our friendships. Friendship is magic, after all.”

Jacob then turned his back on Luke. “But make no mistake. We will convert you. It’s only a matter of when.”

Luke turned around and left the room, mumbling bad words he could call Jacob under his breath.

As Luke left the room, Jacob made his way back to the podium and sighed.

One of the bronies caught on to their leader’s troubled thoughts. “Is something wrong, o’ great one?”

Jacob took a deep breath. “Luke’s words trouble me.” He looks up to Celestia. “Perhaps we are wrong. Perhaps we can’t convert everypony.”

The whole room bursts into whispers of uncertainty and disbelief. One brony finally speaks, “But o’ great one, what about the perfect world?”

Jacob turned to them, “Don’t you see? There are always going to be non-bronies like Luke who don’t understand what it means to see light.”

Another brony spoke, “So, what do we do?”

Jacob smiled. “It’s simple.” There was a long pause, as if to build dramatic effect. “We eliminate everypony else.”

The group again began to mumble amidst themselves. A brony stepped up and voiced his concern. “It’s that kind of… extreme?”

Jacob took a step forward. “When America took a stand against Germany in World War II, was that kind of extreme?”

The group shook their heads.

“Make no mistake. This is a war for our survival and our freedom,” Jacob declared. “And the only way to fight them is to fight back!”

The group began to cheer as their leader’s words rang in their ears.

“Love and tolerance!” Jacob shouted.

The group repeated their motto as a smile slithered onto Jacob’s face.

Luke left his finally class of the day. “Finally, Friday!” he thought. It wasn’t only the weekend, but two whole days were he didn’t have to participate in any brony movements or whatever else Jacob was planning.

He quickly threw his books in his locker when a voice cam over the intercom.

“Attention all bronies. There is an emergency meeting today, right now in front of the school.”

Luke rubbed his eyes. “Oh, god. Now what?”

“This meeting is mandatory. Meaning all bronies must attend.”

Luke shook his head and headed towards the front of the school. He didn’t know why he was even bothering. He knew it was a bad idea. He knew it was stupid to get involved. But he went anyway, despite all logic.

Luke passed through the doors and saw the bronies standing outside the school. They were murmuring to each other without purpose. Luke scanned the area and saw no sign of Jacob.

He made his way down to the parking lot where all the bronies had gathered. A few moments later, Jacob came through the same doors. He looked pretty furious.

“Who the hell called this meeting?!” Jacob snapped. “I certainly didn’t call it! So who did?!”

“I did,” a voice from the right spoke. Everyone turned their heads to see Curt and a group of other students.

Jacob glared at Curt. “What the fuck is this about?! Calling my meetings?!”

Curt had a sinister smile on his face. “Oh, Jacob. My old friend. I believe there is another old friend who’d like to say hello.”

Curt revealed the hand behind his back and within it was Jacob’s Celestia doll. Luke could tell, even from a distance. Jacob had personalized her mane to make it reflect the show more.

The bronies gasped in horror as they helplessly watched their princess being held hostage. Luke rolled his eyes and grunted in frustration.

Jacob took a step forward. “No, my Princess Celestia!” His horror quickly transformed into rage. “What do you want with her, you jackass?!”

Curt placed his hand on Princess Celestia’s head. “Not another step.”

With those words, Jacob stopped in his tracks, fearing for what would become of her princess. Some of the bronies began to develop tears in their eyes as they silently prayed for it to be over.

“We are here to demonstrate a point,” Curt started. “A point that we will not tolerate any more of your brony terrorism.”

Jacob revealed an appalled look on his face. “Our terrorism? You would take our princess as hostage? And you call us terrorists?!”

“The world has dealt with you long enough!” Curt snapped. “It is time for justice to be brought to those who have suffered because of your kind!”

“My destiny was brought to me by Princess Celestia herself! She charged me with this task!”

Curt gave a sly smile. “Oh, yeah. Well, this is what I think of your princess!” Within an instant, before anyone could do anything to stop him, Curt pulled Celestia’s head from her neck. The cotton that filled Celestia’s body burst out into the air as it fell upon the ground.

Many bronies screamed in paralyzing fear as they watched Curt hold Celestia’s head up high like a trophy. One brony even started to vomit violently at the sight of the carnage.

Jacob was silent, his mouth hung open as he helplessly watched his princess murdered before him. The only sound that came from the parking lot, were Curt’s final words.

“This is only the beginning. You, bronies, are next.”

With that, Curt and his friends vanished, leaving the bronies to mourn the loss of their leader.

Luke came up beside Jacob. After everything he had seen, Luke was silent for a moment. But as Jacob’s face was drenched in tears, Luke finally spoke. “Dude, she’s just a toy.”

With those words many bronies burst into tears. Jacob stood up and shoved Luke to the ground. “Leave us alone, you insensitive asshole!”

Luke got up and glared at Jacob. “Dude, grow up! She’s not real!”

“Leave us!” Jacob growled as he gestured Luke to depart.

Luke started to stomp away. “God, dammit,” he cursed under his breath as he stormed off, the echoes of mourning bronies at his back