The Conversion Bureau: The Other Side of the Spectrum Side Story: Inner Rage

by Insert Clever Name

Rating: mature
Tags: Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe, Other, Comedy, Princess Celestia, Crossover, Twilight Sparkle, Main 6
Length: 15741

Trevor is now a pony, and he's so mad.

Marcus is dead, the resistance has been crushed, everyone has been ponified, and earth has been completely terraformed.

When Trevor Phillips, a man who is so angry, so manic, was ponified, the potion only worked on him physically, turning him into a simple orange earth pony. In his mind however, he still is just as homicidal as ever. He's been keeping it under check, pretending to act like the new ponies, cursing how violent he once was. But it's building, his inner rage. And soon, it's going to burst.

This story is based around those Rampages Trevor has in the new GTA, and the Conversion story written by redskin122004.

I literally thought of this while sleeping.

http://www.fimfiction.net/story/42449/the-conversion-bureau-the-other-side-of-the-spectrum

GO READ IT IT'S SO GOOD

Published 2013-09-24 21:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2018-12-17 04:18:20 UTC

Chapter 1

Walking down Canterlot main street is an earth pony. A very intimidating, and very angry looking earth pony.

He was once a human being. He was once the owner of a multinational industry. He was once a famed bank robber, pulling off jobs other's thought impossible. He was once a maniac, taking on large groups of gangsters and military, all with only a single weapon.

Well, truth be told, he's still a maniac.

His name is Trevor Philips. And now, he's nothing but a mini horse, living in a world full of other mini horses. And that really pisses him off.

As he was walking down main street, he was noting all the new ponies that passed him by. They were easy to identify, they had no cutie marks, their eyes looked somewhat glazed over, and they just had an aura of creepiness all around them. Celestia said the 'no cutie mark' thing would pass when the earth was completely finished. Now, a few months later, no trace of the old earth exists, yet the new ponies still don't have cutie marks. Trevor thought this would cause some alarm. But no, the new ponies still are happy as ever, and the regular ones don't really care about them.

'It's kinda sad really.' Thought Trevor, as he continued down the street. 'These guy's are probably gonna live out their whole lives without knowing what the fuck their talent's gonna be.' Soon, their were more new ponies then regulars, so he turned into an alley to get away from them.

"Creepy fuckers." He said, trying not to swear to loudly, lest he get caught. "Always, goin' on about Celestia and shit." As he trotted down the alley way, he saw three ponies, two were new, both stallion, and one was a royal guard, holding a spear. They appeared to be talking about ... something, Trevor didn't really care.

As he walked past them, Trevor stumbled for a second, still not used to 4 legs. "Oh, are you okay sir?" One of the new ponies said as he caught Trevor.

"Yeah, yeah I'm fine, just back off." Trevor said, as he pushed away the ponies hooves.

"Are you sure?" Said the new pony, as he let him go.

"Yes, I'm sure. You know, why do all of you new ponies gotta be so nice?" Trevor asked, as he turned to talk to both of them. "I mean, it's just not natural."

"Hey, what's wrong with being nice?" Said the other pony. "And if I'm not mistaken, you're a new pony too." He said, as he gestured to his lack of cutie mark.

"Yeah, that's just because I was too lazy to really care about my talent."

"Nuh uh, Celestia told me our marks will come with time, whether we want it or not." The first pony said as he closed his eyes in confirmation. "Admit it, you're a new pony."

"Yeah fine, big deal." Trevor said. "You don't see me going around helping everyone with a charity case." He looked to the guard behind him. "Don't you think it's weird?"

"No sir." The guard stood stoically. "I think it's just, because of where they're from, the magic of Equestria is making them more helpful."

"Yeah, if that were true, they would have gotten their marks, wouldn't they?" Asked Trevor. "Ponies like these have been brainwashed to ..." Trevor stopped himself. He didn't risk it.

"You know what, never mind. I'm just gonna go." Trevor turned around to trot away, only to have another new pony
stop him.

"Good after noon sir." He said, somewhat official like. "Have you praised Celestia today?"

"Ahh yes, Heil Herr Celestia" Is what Trevor wanted to say so badly. But he held his tongue. "Yes sir, I think I did."

"Well, do it again please. Every pony seems to have a unique way of praising her, so if you could please?" The pony was inches away from Trevor's face.

"Yeah, no I'm not doing that. Why don't you ask them?" Trevor motioned to the two ponies behind him.

"I've already asked those two. Please sir, if you would."

Trevor was stuck, he hated Celestia more than anything he ever hated. He vowed that he would never speak anything positive about her.

"Uh... I-" Trevor tried to make an excuse. The pony was getting closer. The two new ponies were trying to help the other, instigating Trevor to praise.

And then, Trevor felt something, deep inside himself. He felt a familiar burning.

"Sir?"

A burning that grew and grew with every sound and sight around him.

"Sir, you're shaking, are you okay?"

Trevor liked this burning, he missed it dearly.

"I'm taking you to a hospit-"

He let the fire take him.

"YOU'RE NOT FUCKING TOUCHING ME!" He shouted. He headbutted the pony in front of him, sending him down. He turned around to see the two ponies in shock and the guard with his spear at the ready.

"YEAH, I SAID FUCK, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT, YOU COCK SUCKING SHITS!?"

"Sir, please calm down!" The guard yelled.

"OR WHAT, YOU GONNA FUCKING KILL ME!? YOU'D BE DOING ME A FUCKING FAVOR YOU CUNT! I DOUBT YOU'D FUCKING BE ABLE TOO, YOU FUCKING PUSSY!"

"I will not hesitate to put you down if I have too!"

"THEN FUCKING DO IT! I DON'T WANNA SPEND ANOTHER MINUTE AS A FUCKING HORSE! DO IT, COME ON YOU FAGGOT, DO IT!" Trevor inched his way closer to the guard as he threatened.

"Sir, you need to step back or I will kill you!"

"YOU'D BETTER FUCKING DO IT RIGHT THE FUCK NOW, OR I'M GONNA TAKE THAT FUCKING SPEAR AND CUT OPEN YOUR FUCKING NECK!" Trevor was getting closer.

"You forced me to do this!" The guard shoved the spear towards Trevor, but he managed to dodge it. Trevor grabbed the spear before the guard could pull it back, and yanked it out of his hooves.

"YEAH, WHO'S THE BIG MAN NOW!?" Before the guard could react, Trevor shoved the spear into his neck, pulling across the side. Blood seemed to pour endlessly as some splattered across Trevor's face. "Mmm, I missed that feeling." Trevor looked to the two ponies.

"BOO!" Trevor laughed as the two ponies started sprinting the other direction.

"Somebody call the guard, he's crazy!" One of them shouted.

He turned around to see the other pony still on the ground, nursing his head. The pony moved his head up to look around, and saw the dead guard, and Trevor with a spear.

"TOO LATE TOO RUN, THANKS FOR PLAYING!" Trevor shouted, as he stabbed the pony in his underbelly. He pulled out, and stabbed again, and again, and again. The pony died of shock long before Trevor was done stabbing him. Blood painted the sidewalk, and pooled into the gutter.

"Ahh, it feels so good to kill again." Trevor said maniacally as he licked the tip of his spear. "Wish I was doing it with a gun, but this'll do."

"You there, stop!" He heard. He looked around, and saw three guards galloping towards him. One of them threw his spear, but Trevor dodged it.

"YOU MISSED~, HERE'S YOUR CONSOLATION PRIZE!" When the guard was close enough, Trevor swung the spear like a bat, making sure the pointed end would cut across his throat. It did, and blood gushed out, shocking the other two guards. "HEY, PAY ATTENTION!" Trevor stabbed one of the guards in the eye, causing him to shriek in pain. Trevor twisted and pushed to get to his brain, killing him instantly. Trevor pulled it out, and looked towards the last guard. He had an ax, and though visibly traumatized, managed to gain his senses to fight the insane pony.

He wouldn't do much damage, considering he lost his ax. Confused, he looked around to see if he dropped it.

"Looking for this, you stupid fuck?" The guard saw Trevor, holding his ax.

"Oh, screw this." The guard said. Trevor just now realized the guard was a pegasus, and he started to take off.

"GET BACK DOWN HERE YOU COWARD!" Trevor picked up one of the many spears around him, and chucked it towards the guard. It clipped his wing, and he crashed down on to the street.

Trevor ran over to the guard, holding his ax high in the air.

"No, no please, OH PLEASE N-" The ax swung down, going through his neck in one clean swipe.

"Aah, now that that's done." Trevor looked around, already starting to calm down. He looked up for more pegasus guards, only to see the long spires of the castle.

The castle...

Celestia...

The fire in him was building again.

"YOU'D BETTER WATCH OUT CELESTIA!" He screamed into the sky. "BECAUSE NOTHING IS GOING TO STOP ME! NOT THE ELEMENTS OF HARMONY! NOT YOUR ARMY OF PUPPETS! NOTHING!"

"AND YOU! ARE GOING! TO DIE!"

Author's Note

inb4 2edgy4me

Chapter 2: Fluttershy

"Alright now, how the fuck am I gonna kill a sun goddess?"

Trevor was hiding a few feet away from the main gates of the castle, still holding his ax and using a strap to hold some spears on his side. It seemed security was increased when Celestia heard reports of a mad pony, screaming into the sky with threats towards her, already murdering her guards. Descriptions of the pony were vague at best, there are many orange ponies in Canterlot. It was probably just a lie, made up by the citizens to scare her. Still, it doesn't hurt to be careful.

Guards seemed to be posted all over the place, with even more pegasus guards flying around.

"Well, charging head on would be suicide." Thought Trevor "I mean, I AM on a suicide mission, but I would like to live through it."

He noticed how all the guards were white. He once heard a rumor that the guards armor were enchanted to make them all look the same. He grabbed one the guards armor from earlier.

"Alright, let's see if this shit works."

He lifted the helmet over his hea-

CELESTIAISLOVECELESTIAISLI-

"GAHH!"

He threw the helmet off of his head, landing with a clink on the paved road.

"What the fuck was that!? Is that how she's controlling them?" His mind went to the retreating pegasus guard.

"Huh, wonder why that one was scared. Maybe I'm just that scary." He said with a dark laugh.

"Still, how the hell am I even gonna get in? Let alone get near the throne room?"

He looked around the front gates, looking for something useful. He noticed part of the fence that cornered around had a gap that could easily fit him through it.

"But fuck, their's seven guards on that spot." He looked just above it. "And it looks like a couple pegasi fly over it every now and then to check on it."

Looking around, he noticed an alleyway near that spot, with dumpsters.

"Well shit, that's almost too convenient."

Thinking about it some more, he thought of a plan.

"Hope this works."

Hiding behind one of the dumpsters in the alleyway, he took one of the spears at his side. Waiting for the pegasi guards to leave, he took aim towards the gap.

"Here's a throw you'd be proud of, coach."

He chucked the spear. It went flying, flying ... and landed only several feet in front the alley, sticking up from the ground.

"I always fucking hated you, coach."

The guards at the gap noticed the spear, immediately tensing up. "Three of you, go check that out, and be careful." The lieutenant of the group commanded.

"Yes sir!" They shouted.

Once reaching the alley, one of the guards stood by the spear, while two checked out the rest of the alley. Trevor was hiding inside one of the dumpsters.

"What do you think it means?" Said one of the guards. "Do you think it's a threat from that mad pony?"

"What else could it be?" Said the other. "It's not like he'll get us though."

Trevor peeked from inside his dumpster, making sure the squeak couldn't be heard the guard in the alley. He noticed the guards weapons. One had another spear, the other...

"A crossbow." Trevor whispered, somewhat excitedly. "Closest thing to a gun I'm ever gonna get in this place." He closed the lid.

"Alright, all those years of being drunk is finally gonna pay off."

He opened the lid again, this time completely. The guards immediately noticed and readied their weapons.

"WHO'S THERE!?" One of them shouted. The guard in the alley rushed over to join the others.

"Aagh, shut your ... face!" Trevor fake slurred, lifting his head. He saw the other guard with a spear as well.

"Get out of the dumpster, sir!"

"Fine, don't gotta be so ... so ... " He pretended to fall asleep, falling into the dumpster. The lid closed again.

"Oh jeez, will someone get him outta there?" The crossbow guard said.

"I'll do it."

One of the spear guards opened the lid from the front of the dumpster. As soon as he looked inside, two hooves reached for the sides of his head.

"KRAKATOA NECK SNAP!"

Trevor used all of his might to twist the neck of the guard. He succeeded, causing a sickly snapping sound. He quickly pulled the guard in.

"Quick, get the oth-!" He couldn't finish his sentence, as Trevor threw one of his spears towards the crossbow guards head, killing him instantly.

Trevor leapt from the dumpster, swinging his ax towards the last guard. He didn't have enough time to raise his spear, as the ax collided with his neck. Trevor yanked the ax out of the guards neck, causing blood to spill like a fountain. The guard stumbled for a moment, trying, feebly, to raise his weapon, only to fall over on the ground, dead.

Trevor quickly hid the bodies in the dumpster.

"Alright, I have another minute before the pegasi guards show up." He looked over to the guards. "And by some miracle they haven't noticed me. I have to hurry."

He quickly grabbed the crossbow and the other weapons, and took aim towards the remaining guards. He noticed that they all had spears.

"What is it with these fuckin' guards and spears?" He thought, as he pulled the trigger.

As it flew through the air, he quickly reloaded the crossbow. Once it was fully in place, he looked back up and started sprinting towards the other guards. He saw that one of them had the bolt jutting from his neck, blood spewing like a covered faucet. The others were looking to see the where it came from, only to see Trevor sprinting towards them. Before they had time to react, Trevor had shot an arrow, piercing another guards eye, and into his brain. Trevor threw the crossbow to the ground, and grabbed one of his spears, throwing it towards the other guard. It stabbed his neck, and he fell to the ground, bleeding to death. With only one guard remaining, Trevor stood right in his face.

"I'm gonna give you five seconds to run."

"I'm not running, you psychopath." The guard said as he raised his spear towards Trevor's neck.

"Works for me." Trevor quickly ducked before the guard could stab him, and raised his ax over his head. He swung like a mighty pendulum, slicing the guards head in half.

"25 seconds left."

Trevor quickly slipped through the gap in the fence, and ran towards the nearest door. Luckily it was unlocked, and Trevor went inside.

"Holy shit, I can't believe that worked." Trevor took a deep breath. "But now the guards will know I'm here, I gotta do this shit fast."

Trevor took a look around the room he was in, and found himself inside what looked like an animal pen, only the cages were empty.

"What kind of fuckin animal pen doesn't have any animals?"

"My kind." Said a soft voice from afar.

"What- Who the fuck is there!?" He shouted.

"Please, their's no need for harsh language, if you don't mind." The voice seemed to mock.

"Alright, fine. I'll stop swearing, if you show yourself."

Inside one of the pens, a yellow pegasus slowly stepped out, her eyes closed. "Hello, you must be the one who killed those guards earlier."

"You mean the one's just outside?" Trevor laughed.

Her eyes fluttered open. "You've been a very naughty pony, haven't you?"

"Yeah well, it was their fault, I was a model citizen, before a pony just had to push me over the edge." Trevor said. "Now, who are you?"

"I'm Fluttershy." She meekly said.

"What was that? Flutterslut? Strange name to give a pony, I like it."

"N-no it's ... You know what? It doesn't matter." She widened her eyes, staring directly into Trevor's. "You are going to give yourself up, where you will face punishment."

"And if I..." Before he could finish, Trevor found himself unable to move, like his body wouldn't obey his commands, and his eyes wouldn't look away from Fluttershys.

"W-what the hell?" He tried, but as hard as he could, he couldn't move.

"Lay down." Fluttershy said, warmly.

"Nngh." He slowly laid on his belly

"Untie those straps holding your weapons."

With his mouth, the straps came undone. The ax and the many spears tumbled to the ground.

"Now stand back up."

He complied.

"Now ... walk."

"Hnnng." Trevor, against his will, slowly lifted one hoof, and placed it on the ground. He did again with a different hoof, and again, and again, until he was at a decent pace.

"N-no."

Trevor managed to stop himself.

"Keep walking." Fluttershy said, somewhat forcefully.

"No." Trevor kept his ground

"Now."

"NO!" He screamed directly in her face, surprising her and throwing her off her balance.

Trevor, regaining his senses, quickly kicked her head, knocking her out for a moment.

Trevor relaxed for a moment, and rubbed his eyes. Seeing Fluttershy unconscious, he remembered what she was doing, and felt the burning once again.

"WAKE UP, BUTTER CUNT!" He screamed directly into her ear. Fluttershy stirred, and slowly rose to her hooves.

"Look at me!"

She turned around, and she noticed that there was something different about his eyes.

"NOBODY TELLS ME WHAT TO DO! YOU HEAR ME, FLUTTERBITCH!? NOBODY!"

She raised her hooves over her ears. He was so loud.

"How? How did you manage to break the stare?"

"Maybe it was my overwhelming hatred. Maybe it was the fact that STARING AT SOMEONE ONLY WORKS IF THEY'RE WEAK WILLED, YOU STUPID BITCH!"

Fluttershy couldn't stand his yelling, she needed to get away. She tried to run, but Trevor quickly tripped her.

"NO, YOU AIN'T GETTIN AWAY THAT EASY, NOW LOOK AT ME!"

Fluttershy kept her eyes closed.

"OPEN YOUR GODDAMN EYES AND LOOK AT ME, BEFORE I RIP YOUR THROAT OUT!"

She opened her eyes, and found herself staring directly into his. It almost looked like...

"That was a neat trick you did, mind if I try?"

Trevor closed his eyes, and focused all of his anger and hatred directly into them. He opened his eyes wide, and stared directly into Fluttershys

There, she saw it. Behind his eyes.

There was nothing but fire.

"Now, I want you to raise one of your hooves."

She did.

"Place it directly in front of one of your eyes."

She placed in front of her left eye.

"Apply a bit of pressure."

She gently applied pressure. It hurt somewhat.

"Now stay there for a minute."

Trevor went to pick up his ax, and went back to Fluttershy, staring back into her right eye. He took the flat part of the ax, and raised it towards the hoof in front of her eye. He lifted back, and swung like a bat.

Their was a loud squish, as Fluttershy's eye popped like a balloon. Blood and viscous fluid leaked as she screamed in agony.

Trevor made sure to keep staring into the other eye. "Now, I want you to do the same to the other eye."

"N-no, please."

"NOW!"

She slowly raised her right hoof over her right eye. Making sure to act quickly, he swung the ax again. Another sick squish, and more screams. Where Fluttershy's beautiful eyes once were, two bloody holes were all that's left.

"Now, lay on the ground, and die."

Trevor didn't have his grip on her anymore, but she complied anyway. Their was nothing she could do.

Trevor found another door, and left the animal pens, leaving Fluttershy to her fate.

"One down, five to go."

Author's Note

Inb4 thousands of comments, all of them saying, OH MY GOD NOW MY EYES HURT YOU DICK.

I originally planned this to have flutters just commit soduku, but this seemed more Trevor-like.

and yes, I said soduku.

Chapter 3: Rarity

Trevor closed the door behind him, staring at the yellow pegasus laying on the ground.

"Hmm, was I too harsh?" He thought, idly. He then remembered how she almost made him give himself up.

"Yeah, nah, fuck her. Now then, where the fuck am I?"

He looked around, noting how he was in a large hallway, filled with many doors. Each door seemed to lead to either a storage room, or a simple maintenance closet.

"Let's see, how would I go about finding six ... well, five now, very important ponies inside a fuck all huge castle?"

He remembered how the front gates were covered with guards. "Hmm, maybe they'll be behind doors with guards."

Walking down the hallway, a maid pony seemed to rush down the hall. He opened one of the many doors to hide her body, but she seemed to keep on trotting down the hall, paying him no mind.

"Huh, weird." He kept walking. A servant, wearing white, walked by, also paying no attention to him. Trevor got a look at his eyes. They were glazed over.

"What the hell?" Seeing more and more servants and maids, all of them glazed eyed, Trevor was getting really creeped out. "What's wrong with all these ponies?"

He accidentally bumped into one of the maids. She seemed to stare at him, cocking her head sideways contemplatively. She went around him, and continued down the hall.

"This is really fuckin creepy, I'm getting the hell out of here." He went down the rest of the hall, until it come to a crossroads. "Just how big is this damn place? And where the hell are the guards?"

Before he could decide on a path, dozens upon dozens of workers were marching in unison down one of the paths. "This looks important." He said, as they marched on.

"Welp, better go with the flow." He grabbed one of the male workers, and pulled him into one of the closets. He knocked him unconscious, and took his coat, putting it on.

He quickly got into place, and marched with the workers. "I'm probably gonna regret this." He said quietly.

As they continued down many different paths, they suddenly stopped. Trevor almost bumped into the maid in front of him. "Oh, finally. I thought my legs were gonna fall off." Looking past them, He saw a large, purple and white door, with two guards on either side. A moment later, the guards opened the door, and out came a white unicorn, with a purple coiled mane.

"Heh, I was right." He thought to himself.

"Attention, Ladies and Gentlecolts! Please form a line in an orderly fashion in front of me, so I may test to see if you are worthy to be a model for me!"

The ponies quickly formed a line, Trevor was almost exposed.

"Hmm, too tall. Next!"

Trevor took a step. "Okay, how am I gonna do this?"

"I'm not working with any color greens. Next!"

Another step. "I had to leave my weapons back in the closet, or risk getting caught."

"Ooh, a blue. Please step inside, and take a seat on one of the podiums. Next!"

Another step. "Well, there are plenty of pins and needles in a seamstress shop."

"Much too short. Next!"

Another step, he was next in line. "Shit. Okay, I'll just have to wing it."

"White is such a bland color. Next!"

He stood in front the pony, Rarity, he thinks her name is.

"Hmm, well, orange is in this season." She looked down the long line. "I suppose you'll have to do, please take a seat on one of the podiums. Next!"

Trevor, making sure to act like a drone, quickly went inside and sat down. He took a look around the shop. "Okay, pin cushion on the counter in front of me. Nothing but a wall behind me, and two other unoccupied podiums." Another pony, pink in color, walked in, and sat. "Okay, one podium."

While Rarity continued to examine the drones, Trevor was deep in thought. "Fffffffffffuck, I've got nothing. Looks like I'll have to use brute force"

As soon as that thought was over, a purple pony walked in and sat on the podium. He heard Rarity's voice again. "Attention! Their are no more positions available, please continue your duties!" She went back inside, and closed the door behind her.

"Congratulations, you four have been chosen to model for me! Rarity, the most excellent seamstress in all of Canterlot, maybe even Equestria!"

The drones stomped their hooves on the ground, Trevor followed suit.

"Thank you, thank you, you're too kind. Now, could you all please stand up?"

They all stood. Rarity first examined the purple pony, took his measurements, and then jotted down a few ideas into a notebook. She then examined the pink pony, doing the exact same thing. She then went to Trevor.

After drawing a few sketches, she looked back to Trevor, but stopped for a moment. She stood closer to him, examining every detail on his head and face.

'Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit.' Trevor started to panic, sweating profusely.

"Idea~!" Rarity, her mood suddenly changing, quickly rummaged through her closet.

"Oh thank god." Trevor silently exhaled.

"Hmm, now where did I put- Ahh, here it is!" Rarity pulled out a simple, light red top hat, and placed it gently upon Trevor's head.

She giggled. "Now you look simply ravishing! It compliments your coat." She left Trevor, and went to the last pony. As she examined him, Trevor noticed himself in a nearby mirror.

"Huh, nice hat."

As she continued to examine the fourth pony, the door to the hallway swung open, and in walked a single guard. Rarity hardly noticed him. "Just one minute darling~"

"Rarity, I'm afraid whatever you're doing needs to wait." He said, somewhat direly. "I have news of utmost importance."

"Oh, if it's truly that important." She dropped her measuring tape, and walked over to him. "Now, what's so important I had to be interrupted?"

"It's of Mistress Fluttershy, madam. I'm afraid the news ... isn't good."

Her eyes went wide. "What's wrong? Is she okay?"

"You ... may need to sit down."

She seemed upset at that. "I am completely fine with standing up! Now, tell me what's happened!"

The guard hesitated for a moment, but he then said, rather bluntly. "She's been murdered, madam."

"...no, no. Oh heavens no!" She started to cry. "H-how? How did this happen!?"

"We don't know. Somehow, an unknown assassin-" He was cut off before he could finish.

"AN UNKNOWN ASSASSIN!? IT'S YOUR JOB TO PROTECT US, YOU INCOMPETENT MORON, AND ALL YOU CAN SAY IS AN 'UNKNOWN ASSASSIN' JUST KILLED MY BEST FRIEND!?" She screamed at the guard, her eyes pouring tears.

The guard didn't say anything, for nothing could justify letting this happen.

"h-how did she die?" She suddenly asked.

The guard was reluctant to tell her. "Are you sure you-?

"YES I'M SURE!" She bawled at him. She took a deep breath. "Please, just tell me."

"It seems her ... her eyes were destroyed, forcibly by her own hoof."

"Oh Celestia." She started to cry again. "W-what do you m-mean 'forcibly'?"

"It seems ... the assassin forced her to place her hoofs in front of her eyes, as he smashed a blunt object against the underside."

Rarity was too stunned to say anything, she just cried her eyes out. Trevor was trying his hardest not to laugh.

"Do the ... do the others know?"

"We've sent guards to their locations, they'll know soon enough."

"Could you ... leave? Please?" She asked, still sobbing.

"Respectfully, Rarity, the assassin is still in the castle. It would be safer if-"

"PLEASE ... just go, I need a moment." She motioned towards the door.

"As you wish. I'll be right outside the door with the other guards." He left, closing the door behind him.

She sniffled, and looked around the shop, noticing the other ponies in the room. Still just as zombie like as they were moments ago.

"You four, leave me. I ... I request peace." She said shakily.

The three drones left her in the shop, leaving Trevor by himself.

"Didn't you hear me? I said leave."

Trevor still stood there, as stoic as a guard.

"LEAVE ME, YOU ... wait a min-" Before she could put two and two together, Trevor suddenly leaped at her, covering her mouth with his hoof. He forced her against the drawer in front of them.

"Shut up or I'll snap your horn off!" He whispered.

Rarity was utterly terrified, too shocked to resist.

"In case you haven't figured it out, I'm the 'unknown assassin'." He chuckled darkly.

Rarity's eyes seemed to widen even more than they already were, as the reality that she could die right now was suddenly known.

"MMMF, HMMMM MMMM!" She tried to scream, but his hoof was too strong.

"Believe me, Rare. You really don't want the guards to come in here. I mean, I'd have to grab the nearest weapon, and look where my other hoof is." He stroked her horn.

Rarity let out an involuntary moan, as her cheeks flustered. "Oh yeah, that's right, you unicorns love this don't you?" Trevor laughed as he stroked faster, her moans getting louder, as she glared at him.

"I bet you think this is leading to something that's considered ... 'wholly unforgivable', aren't you?" He suddenly let go of her horn. "Don't worry, it's not." She seemed somewhat relieved at that.

"It's going to lead somewhere ... much, much worse."

Before Rarity could even consider what, the door swung open, revealing the guard from earlier. "I'm just che-" He froze at the scene in front of him.

"Uh ... hey, wanna get in on this?" Trevor offered.

"GUARDS, GET IN HERE, IT'S THE ASSASSIN!"

"Ah shit, sorry about this." Trevor immediately pulled and pushed with all his strength, and snapped her horn off.

She screamed. She screamed loudly. She was so loud in fact, that the guard in the doorway had to cover his ears. It gave Trevor enough time to take the jagged edge of Rarity's horn to the guards neck. Blood poured on the floor, Rarity still screaming.

The other guards came into the room immediately. The body shocked them, but they still had enough sense to aim their spears. Trevor was surrounded.

"Alright, who wants a turn first?" He taunted.

All four guards were ready to shove their spears into Trevor, effectively killing him. Trevor managed to gather enough strength to hop out of the way, and pounce one of the guards. He forced his helmet off, and stomped as hard as he could. Before one of the guards behind him could stab him, he threw his hat towards the nearest one, blinding him for just a moment, grabbed the dead pony's spear, and stabbed the guard in his neck. Trevor yanked the spear out, and gained some distance between the two guards left.

He stood on his back hooves, and, holding the spear in one hoof, aimed it towards them. With his other hoof, he beckoned them forth.

"Come get some."

Both the guards ran towards him. At the last moment, he rolled towards the left, and ran, spear forwards, to their sides. He stabbed the first, and the second provided enough force for the spear to pierce the first, stabbing him as well. Trevor kept running, until the spear was lodged into the wall. He let go, and they hung on the wall, like dark shish kabob's.

"Huh, that's some strong wood."

He looked towards the shop, noticing Rarity was gone. "Ah hell." He went inside, and immediately noticed a large, white wardrobe.

"Oh Rarity, I know where you are~" He mocked, as he slowly approached the wardrobe.

"You'd better just come out now, and face your punishment."

The wardrobe remained closed.

"Fine, be that way." He opened the wardrobe, only to see emptiness.

"What the-" Before he could finish, he felt a hard smack against his head, and he almost fell unconscious. He managed to turn around, and saw a Rarity with a mannequin stand in her hooves, and a mannequin on the ground. Rarity lifted the stand over her head, and Trevor just barely dodged it, as it swung with a bang against the ground.

Then, Trevor felt it once again.

The burning.

The throbbing pain almost completely dulled, he immediately turned around, and saw Rarity swinging again. It made contact with the side of his face. He barely felt it.

Rarity was shocked. "How-?" Before she could finish, Trevor grabbed her by the neck, and slammed her against the ground, knocking her unconscious.

When she came too, she found herself tied up against the wardrobe, her own fabrics used as makeshift rope. She tried as hard as she could, but she couldn't get loose.

"Ahh, you're finally awake." She heard a voice. She looked around, and saw Trevor, holding her mannequin stand.

Rarity remembered who he was. "You ... YOU HORRID BRUTE! HELP, SOMEPONY HELP!" She screamed, but no body came.

"You can scream all you want, nobody's gonna help you." He said, playing with the pipe in his hooves.

"Why?" She weakly asked. "Why do this, what have I done to you, why Fluttershy?"

"Why?" Trevor said. "WHY!? BECAUSE YOU TOOK EVERYTHING FROM ME! MY HOME, MY FRIENDS, MY WHOLE FUCKING PLANET!" He screamed in her face. "YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS, YOU TOOK THE ONLY TWO PEOPLE I CARED ABOUT, AND TURNED THEM INTO YOUR HIDEOUS SELVES! AND THEN YOU TURNED ME! "

"But ... but you're a pony too." She stated the obvious

He grabbed her by the neck again. "DON'T FUCKING CALL ME A PONY, YOU HEAR ME!? MY NAME IS TREVOR PHILLIPS, AND I AM A HUMAN BEING!"

"Ghk, okay." She managed to choke out. Trevor let go of her, and she took a breath.

"How?"

"What did you say?" Trevor put a hoof behind his ear.

"How are you able to do this? The potion should have made you docile."

"You know, I have no idea." He said, laughing. He aimed the stand towards her stomach.

"Wait please, just ... one more question."

"Hmm, fine, but you're only delaying it." He put the stand down.

"If you're going to ... kill the rest of them, please, make it painless."

Trevor's eyes softened, and one side of his mouth turned upwards in smile. He closely approached Rarity's ear, and simply said. "No."

As Rarity watched in horror as he picked up the stand again, she looked into his eyes.

They seemed filled with fire.

Trevor ran, and stabbed her stomach with the mannequin stand. She screamed in agony, as he pushed deeper and deeper. When he was satisfied, he let go. He picked up her horn, and cut the fabrics. She screamed louder as the stand fell, carrying her with it. To Trevor's amazement, the stand didn't pierce through her back, making her look like a gruesome Nightmare Night decoration.

"Hmm, it needs something." Trevor put a hoof to his chin.

"N-no more." Rarity could barely mutter a sound.

"Oh, I know."

He left the shop, and quickly came back, carrying the red hat.

"Their." He said, as he put the hat on her head. "It complements the blood."

And, with that final insult, Rarity passed on.

"Four more."

He turned around, and saw one of the servant ponies, an average, brown earth pony. His eyes were glazed, but they seemed to be fading. When it was gone, he blinked, and looked at his hooves. "I-I'm free." He said, excitedly. "Thank Luna, I'm fr-!" He saw Rarity, impaled and dead, and Trevor, somewhat surprised looking.

"Oh, oh gods." Before he could hurl, Trevor pounced on him, and held Rarity's horn to his neck.

"The fact that you aren't dead right now is because you just said 'Thank Luna I'm free'. Explain."

The pony was shocked, but explained away.

"W-when Celestia started her ... atrocities against the humans, s-some of us started leaving. That's when Rarity made us wear those clothes, they were ... enchanted or something. Pretty soon, we couldn't talk, couldn't really move. We were stuck in our own minds, obeying her orders, and the guards. I guess, when you..." He swallowed "Killed her, the enchantments wore off."

"That doesn't explain how I didn't get all drone like."

"How the hay should I know!? I just work here!" He desperately said. "Maybe you were just strong enough to resist her."

"Yeah, or maybe just angry enough." Trevor muttered.

"What?"

"Uh, nothing." Trevor got off of the pony, and helped him up. "What's your name?"

"Clean Whistle."

"Well Clean Whistle, you have two choices here. One, you can gather the others, and leave this castle. Two, you can gather them, and help me kill Celestia."

"W-what? How are you going to kill what's basically a god?"

"Even gods are things that are alive, and like all alive things, they can die sooner than they should."

"But how?"

Trevor smiled. "You just leave that to me. Now, will you help me?"

Clean swallowed. "I-I guess."

"Great. Whoever you find, tell them to meet 'the pony who freed them' in that hallway with all the doors that lead to storage rooms. You know what I'm talking about?"

"Sorta, you mean the one that leads to the pens?"

Trevor chuckled. "Yeah, that one."

"Okay, I'm going." He quickly left.

A while later, Trevor found himself surrounded by maids and servants. All of them confused, but happy that no one was controlling them anymore. Trevor pulled out one of the boxes in the storage rooms, and stood on it.

"ATTENTION EVERYONE!"

They all stopped talking, as Trevor's voice boomed.

"Are you tired of the tyranny of Celestia?" Some murmurs ran through the crowd.

"Celestia, who, with Rarity's help, controlled all of you?" The murmurs rose in volume.

"Celestia, who committed atrocities against the humans, against my own people!" Some 'yeah!'s were heard.

"Wait, you were a human?" Someone shouted.

"I still am. The potion only did half the job. Deep inside, I'm still what makes me, me. And do you want it to happen again!? To another species!?" Loud 'no's were said.

"Do you still want Celestia to be your ruler for one moment longer!?"

"NO!" They all shouted.

"Then help me! Fight along side me, leave this castle to recruit others. With your help, Celestia will fall this very day!"

"YEAH!" They started to celebrate the new revolution, but somepony, a maid, shouted. "But what about the Elements of Harmony?"

"The Elements are no longer of Harmony, they are of Tyranny, following Celestia as vicious dogs. Two have already fallen, leave the rest to me, I will handle them personally."

"So, will you help me!?"

"YEAH!"

Trevor smiled, he always did have a way with words. As certain ponies began to leave, others stayed behind, wanting to fight.

"What do you want us to do?" One of them shouted

"Inside that closet." He pointed. "You will find an unconscious pony, and a large number of spears, take them. BUT DON'T TOUCH THE AX!" He shouted. "You will find other weapons in front of Rarity's shop. Also, is there anyone among you named 'Clean Whistle'?"

"Over here!" he shouted, raising a hoof.

Trevor leaped off the box, whistling an old song he once heard on the radio, the other ponies gathering the weapons. "I'll need your help."

"What do you need?" He said, still somewhat nervous.

"Can you tell me where Pinkie Pie is?"

Author's Note

Inb4 'Just where the hell is this story going, author?'

Listen, I know Trevor took on the fuckin military in one of the rampages, but he did it with a grenade launcher. All he has here are spears and medieval crossbows. He's gonna need some help.

Also, Bored of You is a great punk song.

Chapter 4: Pinkie Pie

Trevor, Clean Whistle, and two of Trevor's new army, both pegasi, stood outside of the kitchen's swinging doors. They seemed to be decorated with streamers, and glued on confetti. On the top, the words 'Pinkie Pie's Kitchen of Deliciousness' were written in what looked like pink marker.

"You go first." Trevor whispered to Clean.

"What? Why do I have to go? You go." He whispered back.

"Such insubordination! I could have you shot and court martialled back on earth!"

"What's 'court martialled'?" One of the ponies asked.

"Well, it's where you-" Trevor was about to explain, but a loud crash came from the kitchen. They aimed their weapons towards the door.

"Alright, fuck it, let's all go."

"Agreed." They all said.

"One, two, THREE!" They all charged ... except Trevor, who patiently walked as they crashed through the doors. Trevor tried not to laugh as they scrambled to their hooves.

"Jesus, you guys are pussies, their's nothing even in here."

"Wait, really?" Clean Whistle looked around the rather small kitchen. "That shouldn't be possible."

"Why not?" Trevor raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"Their's always someone in here, whether they're cooking or cleaning." Clean explained. "Pinkie Pie especially. She basically lives in here."

"Ain't that the truth!" Trevor heard a high pitched voice behind him. Trevor immediately turned around to see the beaming smile of Pinkie Pie, he almost jumped. All four ponies readied their weapons.

"Oh, put those down, you sillies!" She said, innocently. "I'm on your side!"

Trevor didn't move. "I don't believe you."

"Hmm, fine." She stood on her back hooves, and stretched her fore hooves to her sides. "Then kill me if you want. I won't even move."

Trevor raised the ax, but then, realizing she wasn't moving at all, slowly lowered it.

"See? I'm telling the truth." She went back on all four hooves.

"Why?"

"Celestia turned into a big meanie-pants ever since she found that icky looking bag." She explained. "I mean, killing and turning a whole bunch a people into ponies? Hello!? Telltale signs of cookoo craziness!"

Trevor raised an eyebrow. "Icky bag?"

"Some weird looking bag that she wears around her neck. Every now and then, when someone angers her, she pulls something out, throws it at them, and their's this big black tornado! It spins round and round and round..." She spun her hooves in circles. "And POOF! They disappear."

"Huh, sounds..." Trevor thought for a moment. "Icky."

"I know, right?"

"So, wait." Clean Whistle raised a hoof. "Then why did you help her with the invasion?" Trevor remembered this, and his anger started to rise.

"You better have a good answer for that." He growled.

Pinkie was saddened when she remembered, her hair less poofy than it was. "I really didn't want to. Honest I didn't." She recalled. "When Celestia told us to help, I stayed here in Equestria, saying I had to 'say goodbye.' Really, I just didn't wanna go. When Rarity ran, and was captured later, I got really scared, and decided that, if I didn't wanna end up brainwashed, I had to help with the invasion."

Trevor thought long and hard, studying Pinkie Pie for any signs if she was lying. "Hmm ... I believe you."

"Really!? Great!" She swooped him up in a big hug, squeezing the life out of him.

"IF YOU DON'T PUT ME DOWN RIGHT NOW!" Trevor threatened. "I WILL PULL ALL OF YOUR HAIR OUT!"

She immediately put him down. She rubbed the back of her neck. "Eheh, sorry."

"So." One of the ponies raised his voice. "Will you help us?"

"I'm afraid I can't." She admitted. "She's still very scary. But, you know what I can do?" She zoomed off in a direction, and came back, holding a tray of cupcakes. "Feed you! Can't have a revolution on an empty stomach!"

At the prospect of food, Trevor's stomach growled. He picked one of the cupcakes, eyeing it suspiciously, as Pinkie Pie passed the cupcakes to the other ponies.

Clean Whistle was the first to take a bite. "Mmm, this is pretty good. Trevor, take a bite." This prompted the others to bite as well.

Except Trevor, still suspicious. "Come on Trevy, it ain't gonna bite ya!"

Trevor tentatively took a bite, chewing slowly. When swallowing, he still felt normal.

"So?" Pinkie asked.

"Pretty good, I guess."

"That's it? Just 'pretty good?" She seemed disappointed.

""What do you want me to say? My tongue is dead from so many drugs, it's a miracle I taste anything."

"What are drugs?" Pinkie asked, innocently.

"Candy of the gods." Trevor answered, vaguely.

"Ooh, can I try some?"

"Maybe after all of ... this." Trevor suddenly felt tired. Very tired. "Oh, what the hell?"

"Ooh, Trevor, I don't feel so good." He heard Clean Whistle.

"What the fuck did you ... put in the-" Trevor started to pass out.

"Just fall asleep, Trevor." Pinkie said, slowly. "And dream."

Trevor awoke with a start, and found himself in a large desert. A very familiar desert.

"What the hell? Is this ... Sandy Shores?"

"It sure is, T."

Trevor turned around to find the source of the voice. Turning, he noticed he felt different. He looked down, and saw two legs, covered by stained sweatpants, and a stained white T-shirt.

"...the fuck? Wasn't I just a pony?"

"A pony? Are you high again Trevor?"

Trevor looked up, and saw a dear friend,

"Micheal? Holy shit, Micheal!" Trevor ran to him, and gripped him in a tight hug. "You're human again!"

Micheal was weirded out by his friend, but returned the hug nonetheless. "Uh, sure I am. Why wouldn't I be?"

"I thought she ... where's Franklin?"

"Yo dog, I'm right here." Franklin spoke up.

"Oh Franklin, thank fuck, you're human too!" Trevor hugged him as well. He didn't hug back.

"You trippin' out or somethin' man?"

Trevor let go of him. "She ... Celestia. She turned you into these mini horses."

"Celestia?"

"What the hell are you talking about Trevor?"

Trevor looked back to his hands. "Was it ... all just a dream?"

"Sounds like you had a fucked up dream dog, you gotta lay off the smack, man."

Trevor looked back up to Franklin. "Yeah, I ... I guess I do." He realized what he just said. "Wait, no, fuck that."

"Ha ha, good to see you're back to yourself T." Micheal pat his back. "Come on, we got a job to do."

"Really? What job?"

Micheal raised an eyebrow. "The bank job? The one over in that small town?"

"Didn't we ... already do that?"

Micheal started to worry. "Are you sure you're alright, T? We can postpone it if you need some time."

"No, no. I just ... that was the longest dream I've ever fucking had."

"How long was it?"

"Two years."

"It's only been a couple of hours, dog. We found you lyin' out here, muttering something about pie."

"Huh, weird." Trevor looked around a bit. "Alright then, when do we hit the bank?"

"In a couple a' hours, but if you need a minute..."

Trevor waved his hand. "No, I'm fine. Let's go."

"Then follow me to the van." Micheal started walking towards a big, black van. As they all climbed in, Trevor kept thinking about the dream.

"Jesus, that was a weird fucking dream."

"What happened, dog?"

"Well, their was this queen, who was this horse with wings and a horn, right? And she was invading the planet with all these other horses, calling themselves ponies, turning other humans into brainwashed ponies. She turned all of us into ponies, but somehow I was still normal, and a couple years later, I was trying to kill her."

"Sounds like the dream of a schizophrenic six year old girl." Micheal laughed.

"You callin' me a girl, Micheal?"

"Nah, T. Relax. It was just a joke."

"Whatever, I'm just glad it's over." Trevor leaned his head back on the wall of the van, and looked outside of the window. He noticed a bright blue flash, and then, darkness.

"Uh, guys. Why is it suddenly night?" Trevor asked, but no answer came.

"Guys?" Trevor looked to the front of the van, and what he saw horrified him. Micheal and Franklin were ponies, a blue unicorn, and a green pegasus, respectively.

Trevor tried to open the door to back, but found his hands were hooves again. "Oh no, NO NO!" Trevor started to panic as he fumbled with the handle.

"You should stay in the van, T." Micheal slowly said, as he and Franklin turned around. "Where were going, we don't need to do jobs anymore."

"Yeah man, it's great there." Franklin said. They slowly approached Trevor. "All you have to do is submit."

"I ain't submittin' to nothin'!" Trevor finally opened the door, but all that was outside was an abyss. He turned around.

"Submit, submit, submit." Both of them started to chant.

Trevor turned back around, and saw Celestia flying towards them. "Submit to my will, Trevor Phillips!"

"Fuck you, ya genocidal cunt!" Trevor leaped from the van, into the darkness below.

Trevor opened his eyes slowly, adjusting to the dim light.

"Ugh, what- where am I?"

He tried to rub his eyes with his hoof, only to see he was tied down. "What the hell?" He struggled to get loose, but to no avail.

He looked to his left, and saw Clean Whistle tied down as well. To his right, he saw the other two ponies, also tied down.

"I knew I shouldn't have trusted that bitch! God dammit!" He screamed, as he struggled with the rope more.

"Just relax, Trevy." He heard a distant, female voice. "You're not getting off that table."

"FUCK YOU, YOU PINK COCK SUCKER, LET ME OUT SO I CAN SKULL FUCK YOU!"

"If you're trying to convince me to let you go, you're not doing a very good job." She appeared from the darkness in front of the table. "Not that I would anyway."

"WHEN I GET OUTTA HERE, I WILL RIP YOUR GOD DAMN HEAD OFF!"

"That's 'if' you can." She was wearing an apron, and had a large knife in her hoof. For a brief moment, Trevor wondered how she was holding it. "Now shut up, I need to concentrate." She went over to one of the ponies.

She pointed the knife on the bottom of his collarbone, and started cutting downwards. Feeling the sudden pain, the pony awoke, screaming his lungs out. This woke up the others. Locating the source of the screaming, they started to panic as well.

Pinkie Pie stopped around his stomach, and shook her head. "Now look what you've done, you've awakened the others." She started slicing again, and stopped just above his crotch. She put the knife to the side, and grabbed the two sides of the wound, and pulled them apart. The pony screamed in agony, trying to escape. But no matter how hard he tried, the rope wouldn't break. He started fading in and out of consciousness, as Pinkie poked and prodded his organs. Once she found his heart, she stabbed it. The pony screamed for only a moment, before dying.

"You psychotic bitch! What, was all that you said a lie!?"

"No, some of it was true." She went over to the next pony.

"NO, PLEASE NO!" He screamed.

"I didn't want too. At first." She reached into his mouth, and pulled out his tongue. "But, when I saw my first human turn into a pony, I realized, I somewhat enjoyed it." She cut it off, and blood started killing his mouth. "That final look of terror on their face, as it's replaced with utter glee." As the pony was drowning in his blood, she quickly cut him open, and found his lungs. "I thought to myself, 'That look, it's so ... funny." She sliced open the left lung, and watched as it filled with blood. The pony coughed, and blood splattered on her face. She didn't mind. "Now, with the war over, I needed to find some way to see that face again." The pony died before she realized it. "Oh shoot, I missed it. Anyway, Celestia will sometimes let me take one of the servants and remove the enchantments, but now that they're gone, I can have all the fun I want. So thank you Trevor."

"Don't mention it, NOW UNTIE ME YOU CUNT!"

"I'm afraid I can't do that." She slowly approached him. "You see, you've already killed one of my best friends, and no-"

"Two." He interrupted her.

"What?"

"Two. Rarity's dead, that's why the enchantments are gone." Somehow, even though he's about to face death, he chuckled.

"Y-You killed..." She was stunned.

"Yep. Stabbed her in the stomach with a mannequin stand, put a red hat on her." He laughed harder.

"YOU EVIL PONY!" She stabbed his leg.

"AGH!" He felt the burning begin to return. "Yeah! But before I did, I snapped her horn off to kill some of her guards!" He was laughing as loud as he could at this point.

"DIE, YOU HORRID PONY!" She went straight to his heart.

It didn't pierce his skin.

She was surprised."W-what-?"

"AH, WHAT THE FUCK IS THE MATTER!?" The fire completely overtook him. "CAN'T EVEN STAB A MAN WHO CAN'T MOVE!?" He managed to break the bonds, and grabbed her throat. "AND I AM A HUMAN BEING, NOT A PONY!" He threw her across the room, and broke the rope around his legs. He got off the table, went over to her, and picked her up by the throat.

Carrying her, he went back to the tables, and tied her down on one. "Now then, now that the patient is secured, it's time I get my nurse." He went over to Clean Whistle, and cut the rope.

When he got off the table, he thought for a moment. "Wait a minute, I'm a stallion Trevor."

"IT'S JUST FOR THE FUCKING MOMENT, NURSE WHISTLE!" He screamed. "Now, please grab the anesthesia." He pointed to a hammer.

"But, that's a-"

"JUST FUCKING GET IT!"

Scared, he quickly grabbed it, and went next to Pinkie. "Now, please apply a dosage to her head."

Not wanting to incur Trevor's wrath, he smacked Pinkie's head. She screamed in pain.

"Hmm, it seems we need a heavier dose." Trevor nodded to Clean.

"Uh, Trevor?"

"It's 'Doctor Trevor', and, yes, nurse Whistle?"

"Isn't this a ... little much?" He said, nervously.

"Nurse, may I remind you of who we are working on, and why we are working on her?" He waved his hoofs around Pinkie. "Now, anesthesia."

Clean raised the hammer, and hit her again. She fell unconscious. "Now, time to make the first incision." He grabbed the knife, and cut down the middle of her chest. "Now, do you know what's wrong with the patient, nurse?"

"Um, a completely inoperable cancer, which means we must kill her quickly?" He said. "Uh, Doctor Trevor?"

"Now Nurse, it isn't right to falsify patient records." He said officially. "No, their are foreign objects inside all of her organs, and we have to get them out!"

"Oh god." He muttered.

"Religion is not going to help the patient at this point, nurse." He said, as he started to cut open her stomach. "Hmm, strangely empty, maybe she's just hungry!" He grabbed Clean Whistle. "Hey, what's inside their?"

"Oh ... oh no." Clean threw up all over Pinkie organs.

"There we go, nutrition given." He let him go. "Now, we must see if she's breathing right." He cut open her lungs, and stood on the table. "It seems to be filled with a fowl smelling liquid." He said, as he pissed inside it. "It's probably normal." He got off the table.

"Trevor."

"This looks cancerous." He cut out her liver.

"Trevor!"

"Ahh, it seems her colon has some blockage." He stuffed the liver inside it.

"DOCTOR TREVOR!"

"Yes, nurse Whistle?" He said, holding one of her eyes.

"She's dead!" He pointed to Pinkie, deader than a doorknob.

"...Oh." He put the eye down. "Way to ruin my fun." He said, sadly.

"You ... y-you..." Clean Whistle stuttered. "FUCKING PSYCHOPATH!" He gasped, and covered his mouth.

"Hey! You swore!" He made his way towards the door. "Now then, come along Ron." He stopped in his tracks.

Clean tried to follow him. "W-who's Ron?"

"...An old friend. Someone I trusted enough to run my business when I was gone." He started walking again.

"You owned a business?" Clean asked.

"Another story for another time, Clean. Now, let's get going."

"Hey, wait a minute." He stopped. "How come that knife didn't kill you?"

"Hmm? Oh that?" He said. "It's this weird... thing I can do. It makes me able to not feel pain for a while. I call it 'the fire'"

"Really? You think maybe that could kill Celestia?"

"Nah, it only protects me, it doesn't actually kill anyone. Only I do." He said. "Now, where's Applejack?"

"She might be at the orchard at this time."

"Great, let's go."

Author's Note

Inb4 Trevor is OP, also, WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU.

Sometimes, I just write shit like this so I can get it out of my head. It gives me headaches if it sits too long.

Chapter 5: Applejack

Trevor, with his many spears and ax, and his pseudo-partner, Whistle, looked upon the large orchard. Many different plants, containing all sorts of fruits and vegetables seemed to stretch endlessly, but their was no sign of the orange mare.

"So, Clean." Trevor looked to him. "Are you telling me, that within this large orchard, this very, very large orchard, is the single pony that we're looking for?"

"Yep." Clean stated.

"Well, then." Trevor smacked the back of Cleans head with his hoof. "You could have told me how fuckin' big the place is! I would have you get some of the others to help us. In fact, do that."

"Ow, alright." Clean rubbed the back of his head before leaving. "How many?"

"I don't know, shit, like five I guess."

With that, Clean left him.

"Hmm, should I wait for him? Or just go on?" Trevor looked inside the forest like orchard, and he saw a brief glimpse of orange.

"What the... ah hell, might as well." Trevor began to slowly walk inside the orchard, looking around in case someone were to jump him.

As he walked through, he was somewhat reminded of the forest back home, in San Andreas, hunting for deer. The tall trees, the noises of little critters constantly going, his own hoofsteps the only hoofsteps he could hear.

As Trevor slowly creeped through, he heard a twig snap from behind. He quickly turned around, only to see a small rabbit.

"Boo!" He yelled, trying to scare it.

He chuckled lightly as the rabbit fled from him. When he turned around, he was surprised when he saw a yellow filly, no more shorter than him, bucking one of the trees.

"Hey!" He shouted. "Who are you?"

"Hmm?" She looked up, and saw Trevor. "Oh, hey there." She said, somewhat forlorn.

"What's your name, and why are you so depressed?" Trevor asked.

"Apple Bloom." She said. "And, well, ah've been like this for a while now, I guess." She bucked another tree.

"Huh, Applejack's sister I take it?"

Apple Bloom seemed slightly disgusted when Trevor mentioned her. "Yeah." She bucked another tree, slightly harder.

"You don't seem to thrilled at that."

"WHY SHOULD I!?" She suddenly snapped. "SHE'S A DARN MURDERER!" She bucked the tree hard enough to almost crack the tree in half.

Trevor lightly smiled. "Can you tell me where she is?"

Apple Bloom looked up. "What's yer name, stranger?"

"Trevor."

"Are you that pony that's been going around the castle, killing everyone?"

"I am not a pony." Trevor growled. " And yes. Well, not everyone." Trevor chuckled. "I'm sure there are a couple ponies left."

"And you're here to..."

"Yep."

Apple Bloom thought for a moment, absentmindedly bucking the trees.

"Alright fine, don't help me, see if I care." Trevor said, somewhat immaturely, as he continued down the path.

"Wait." She said.

Trevor stopped, and looked back to the filly.

"If ah tell you where she is, will you promise me somethin'?"

"Depends on what it is."

"Before you ... do it, let me see her."

"Why?" Trevor asked

"Because ... she needs to know how it feels." She answered vaguely.

"Alright, I promise." Trevor said, and he meant it. "Now, where is she?"

"You see that small path, right there?" She pointed towards it. "Go straight down it, it'll take you right to her."

"Thanks." He left, and trotted down the path.

After a good distance, Trevor was lead to a large tree, probably the largest in the whole orchard, and laying on it was Applejack, her stetson covering her eyes. Next to her, a rope laid on the ground.

Trevor slowly creeped in front of her, and raised one of his spears over her. Just as he was about to strike, she said. "If you value your life, partner." She raised the stetson off her eyes. "You'd best put that down, and walk away."

"Sorry, I made a promise." He thrust the spear, and Applejack rolled out of the way before it hit her, the spear getting lodged in the tree.

"Now listen here!" She said, as Trevor quickly grabbed another spear from his side. "Let's make this a fair fight. No weapons, no nothin'."

Trevor thought for a moment, before releasing the straps off his sides, the weapons clinking against each other as they landed on the dirt. Trevor cracked his neck. "Alright. Let's go."

Applejack charged at him, but Trevor dodged her, and tried to strike one of her back legs, but she quickly moved out of the way.

"Hold still, darn it!" She charged at him again, and Trevor quickly dodged her again, making her run directly into the tree. As she was trying to gain her senses again, Trevor grabbed the back of her head, and slammed her into it again, near the spear lodged into it. She collapsed, coddling her head in pain.

Trevor laughed as she tried to get back up, only to collapse again. Before she could try again, Trevor had kicked her side, and holding her in place with one of his front hooves.

"Heh, some fighter you were." He taunted.

"Let me go! I'll show you how good I am!" She struggled against him, but could only squirm.

"Hey." He leaned in close to her. "Wanna know who told me where you were?"

She didn't answer, but seemed interested, still trying to get free.

"HEY, YOU AROUND!?" He yelled.

"I'm back here!" Yelled Applebloom, coming out of the path.

"Applebloom? Run and get help, this pony's a killer!" Applejack tried to warn her sister.

"Ah know Applejack." Applebloom said. "It was me, Ah told him you were here."

Applejack was shocked, and stopped trying to escape from Trevor.

"Oooh, that's gotta hurt, huh?" Trevor leaned in close again. "To know that you're own sister ratted you out?"

Applejack ignored him. "A-Applebloom, why?"

"Because you betrayed me Applejack!" She snapped. "When you started killing folks simply 'cause they're different!" She got closer to her. "When you started turning 'em into those weirdos that do nothin' but praise Celestia!" She was screaming in her face. "AND WHEN YOU TURNED IN BIG MAC FER TRYIN' TO STOP YOU! YER OWN BROTHER, ROTTING IN SOME JAIL CELL!"

"W-we had to s-stop them, sis! They were killin' themse-!"

"Oh, don't you start spoutin' nonsense again!" She turned her back on her. "If they were truly killin' themselves, how the hay did they survive so long, before we met 'em?"

Applejack didn't answer for that. She started tearing up. "A-Applebloom, please. Ah'm sorry."

"It's too late fer that, 'sis'." She started to leave, but stopped for a moment. "Ah hope you rot in Tartarus." She said, coldly. With that, she was gone.

Applejack started to cry, but then realized she had a killer on top of her.

Before she could try to retaliate again, Trevor brought one of his hooves back, and punched her square in the jaw. As she laid on the ground, momentarily dazed, Trevor grabbed the rope, and started tying it into a noose, making sure Applejack didn't try to run away again. Satisfied, he threw the other end of the rope over one of the lower branches, and tied the noose over Applejacks head. Realizing what he was doing, Applejack tried desperately run away, but couldn't escape from his grasp. Trevor smacked her into the tree again, and went over to the untied end of the rope.

"Any last words?" He asked. But he didn't let her say anything, as he suddenly pulled with all of his might. Applejack couldn't breath, and the noose slowly strangled her to death.

"Hmm, didn't even need 'the fire' for her." He chuckled.

He made his way out of the orchard, making sure to grab his weapons.

It was a good while before Trevor found his way back.

"Ah, finally!" Trevor breathed deep as he found himself near the door back into the castle. As he breathed out, Clean Whistle came back, with four other ponies. Mostly Unicorn, and one Pegasus.

"Trevor!" Clean yelled. "I got-" He didn't finish, as he noticed Trevor was covered in blood. "Oh, uh, I take it we're too late?"

"Correctamundo. What the hell took you so long?" Trevor sighed. "But, good timing. We're gonna need all the help we can get for the next one."

"Who's that?" One of them asked.

"Rainbow Dash! Where might she be, Clean?"

"Um." He put a hoof to his chin. "It's pretty late, I think this is her usual napping time."

"Where does she nap, oh finder of royal cunts?"

"On her personal cloud, which is near that big tower." He pointed towards a tower that peeked over the walls that hold the orchard.

"Alright then, let's go!"

As they made there way, Trevor thought of something. "Hey Clean." He asked "What is the 'revolution' currently doing?"

"Well." He started. "After it was clear you were a serious threat, Captain Shining Armor ordered all available guard to protect Celestia and his sister, Twilight. The revolution is currently finding and killing any lone guards before they rush the main doors to the throne room, which is crawling with guards."

"Ah, Twilight. I feel like, when I get to her, I'm going to have a lot of fun."

"How do you mean?" Clean asked.

"Let's just say ... back in my world, a man with a pipe was a very dangerous man." He vaguely said. "That reminds me, you there!" He pointed to one of the ponies. "Go find me a pipe."

Author's Note

inb4 accusations of OOC

I totally killed a fly with a pair of scissors once. Felt like a chinese karate master or some shit. And no, I totally didn't forget to add something after I published this chapter, nope not at all.

Chapter 6: Rainbow Dash

Trevor and Clean stood near the large tower, watching as the other four ponies searched the cloudy skies for any sign of Rainbow Dash.

"Hey, Trevor." Clean started. "How are you even gonna kill her?"

"Rainbow Dash? She's just another pony Clean, she can just fly real fast."

"Well yeah, but I doubt she'll stay on the ground long enough before you can catch her."

"That's the thing, I'm on the ground, and I know she's mad at me for killing Fluttershy. She'll want revenge before she'd try and get help. She's gonna be even madder when I tell her the rest of her friends are dead. 'Cept Twilight."

"That's another thing I wanted to ask. Twilight is only one step below Celestia in terms of power, if not equal. How will you kill her?"

"That's why I asked that pony earlier for the pipe."

"A pipe? Just a pipe? How's that gonna help?" Clean asked incredulously.

"All in due time, Clean. HEY GUYS!" He shouted. "ANYTHING YET!?"

"Nothing yet, boss!"

"Still nothing!"

"We ain't found shit!"

"Huh, looks like my vulgarity is catching on." Trevor said. He looked to his left, and saw a brief rainbow trail, ending when it met a cloud.

"Hey Clean, Is that her?" Trevor pointed when Clean looked over.

"Oh hay. GUYS, SHE'S OVER HERE!" He shouted.

Soon, all six of them stood under the cloud. "So, what do we do?" One of them asked.

"We could throw our spears at her until it strikes her." Another suggested.

"We could find some rope, try to lasso her cloud down."

"We could just try this, HEY, RAINBOW DYKE!" Trevor shouted.

Hearing the insult, Rainbow stirred on her could, until she peeked her head to look at the ground. "Who-?

"YEAH, I'M TALKING TO YOU!" Trevor kept shouting. "YOU KNOW WHO I AM!?"

"A complete jerk who's gonna regret the next word out of his mouth if he doesn't leave me alone?" She said, groggily.

"YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO FLUTTERSHY!?"

That woke her up somewhat. "How do you know about that?"

"THAT WAS ME!" He started chuckling. "I LAUGHED AS SHE BEGGED FOR HER LIFE!"

"That wa-" She immediately stood up. "YOU MONSTER!"

"YEAH! AND YOU KNOW WHAT!? I ALSO KILLED RARITY! SNAPPED HER HORN OFF AND MADE HER LOOK LIKE A FUCKIN' MANNEQUIN! I COMPLETELY DISEMBOWELED PINKIE PIE, AND I STRANGLED APPLEJACK WITH HER OWN ROPE! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT THAT!?"

Rainbow shot through her cloud, and landed on the dirt. The four ponies and Clean were ready to pounce, but Trevor waved them off. "I'll kill you, you maniac!"

"Come get me, you cunt!" Trevor started running for the tower.

"Get back here!" She chased after him. Trevor dodged her as she tried to pounce him, still running for the entrance to the tower.

The ponies watched as Trevor went into the tower, Rainbow not far behind. He quickly ran up the winding staircase as she flew up them, catching up to Trevor. He quickly opened the door to her room, and hid behind as Rainbow closed in. He slammed the door as hard as he could, directly into her face. He opened the door again, and was stupefied to see Rainbow Dash, completely unfazed from the blunt force trauma.

"I've taken harder hits to the face from whole mountains, you think a door would do anything?" She smirked.

"No, but this will!" He immediately tried to punch her, but she lowered her head and quickly butted him in the gut. He coughed as Rainbow lifted him over her head. She made her way over to the balcony, and stood over the edge.

"Enjoy Tartarus!" She chucked him.

As Trevor felt the wind blowing through his mane, he focused, deep within himself, and felt the burning once again. He turned his body to see the ground rapidly approaching. He closed his eyes, and didn't feel a thing as he landed with a hard thud. He played dead, as Rainbow landed next to him.

"What now, you monster!? HUH!? WHAT NOW!?" She tried to taunt him, to see if he was still alive. Not seeing any movement, she looked up to the sky.

"It's over." She closed her eyes, and sighed, or would have sighed, if not for the hooves around her neck.

"Not even close!" Trevor managed to pin her on the ground, and started choking her. She tried to push his hooves off of her, but they remained still as she gasped for air.

"You know, I was once a flyer, just like you." He started, as he let go of her neck, and flipped her over. "I flew all over my world, delivering guns and drugs to those who wanted it." He grabbed one of her wings. "But then, one day, a weird little portal opened up, and out came all these little horses, bringing promises of 'friendship' and 'harmony'." He began twisting.

"N-no please, not my wing!" She pleaded.

"YOU SHUT YOUR WHORE MOUTH WHEN I'M TALKING! Anyway, at first I thought, 'hey, more customers." He started bending the wing at an unnatural angle, causing Dash to wince. "But, after a while, it was clear. You weren't customers at all." The wing snapped with a sickening crack.

She screamed. "AAAHHHHHH! Please, I'm sorry!"

Trevor grabbed the base of the wing, and started pulling. "When you ponies started speaking out against humanity, that was when I realized, you ponies are a lot more dangerous than you look." He pulled harder and harder, causing the flesh to rip. "But no matter what I said, no one ever listened to me, not even my own friends."

The bone was beginning to expose, as Dash screamed in agony. "No one ever listens to crazy ol' tweaked out Trevor! Now look where they are! Either dead, or those fucking dead eyed freaks!" The wing came off with a wet splotching sound, as blood spurted out.

The terrible pain seemed to lessen, but not by much, as Dash turned her neck to see her wing completely off.

"So, how does it feel!?" He yelled to her face. "How does it feel to know you will never fly again!?"

"M-my..." Dash was too shocked to answer him.

"Don't worry Dash, you're still half pegasus. Hey, I know what to do. Let's make you an Alicorn!" He took the wing, and stabbed one of her eyes.

Trevor kept one of her hooves on the ground, and laughed as he watched her writhe in pain, trying to take the wing out of her eye. Soon, her movements seemed slower, as she bled out. It wasn't too long before she finally died.

He looked up to the sky, and sighed. "Now it's over." He looked behind him. Clean Whistle, while somewhat traumatized, looked upon the scene with a slight sadness. The other ponies were either throwing up, or were shocked solid, completely wide eyed.

"Heh, lightweights." He went up to Clean. "So, Clean. Last one on the list, huh?"

"Before Celestia, you mean?" He asked.

"Yes, 'before Celestia' you moron. Now, where is 'Princess Twilight'?"

"Well..." He rubbed the back of his neck.

"What, you don't know?"

"Sorta, I mean, she's sometimes at the Library, but isn't there for more than a few minutes."

"Then what are we waiting for?"

Author's Note

inb4 ... yeah I got nothing

Happy Kwanzaween, you bloodthirsty gits. Also, HOLY SHIT CHECK THIS OUT.

https://www.fimfiction.net/story/142249/color-to-the-gray

Chapter 7: Twilight Sparkle (re-rewrite)

Trevor, finally armed with a pipe, and Clean, scared out of his wits, walked down the eerily quiet hallway. Clean was scared for a good reason. Twilight was an immensely powerful alicorn, and she traversed these halls frequently. If they were caught by her, no doubt she would kill them, or worse, take them to Celestia.

"So, Clean." Trevor started, trying to lighten the mood. "Tell me about yourself, how'd you start working here?" In all honesty, Trevor didn't really care, but he hated the quiet as well.

"Oh, um. Well, their isn't much to say." Clean said. "I got my cutie mark in cleaning, my parents moved to Canterlot from Manehatten a few years before the war started, a couple years later, I started working here. Been here ever since, not that I could leave after a certain unicorn came into the picture." He finished with an edge of anger.

"You can relax now, the big bad unicorn can't touch you anymore." Trevor said, with a laugh. Clean was confused, but stopped when he heard hoof steps.

"Trevor, you hear th-?" He said, but noticed Trevor was hiding behind one of the pillars long before Clean started hearing them. At the end of the hall, a purple pony slowly trotted through, and opened one of the doors with her magic, Clean instantly recognized her, and froze in fear.

"Clean, who is it?" Trevor whispered loud enough, but Clean couldn't answer him, he couldn't even move.

"Well, from your abject terror, I'm going to assume it's Twilight." Trevor peeked his head around the corner, but didn't see anyone. "Must be inside one of those doors."

"Clean." He shouted, catching Clean's attention. "Is this the library?"

"Y-Yeah." He stuttered. "But Twilight's in there right now, we should wait until she leaves, or get the others and jump her, or..."

"Anyone else is just going to get in the way." He said. "That's why you're staying here, while I go inside."

"What? You're going inside, alone? Are you mad?" He asked, but he already knew the answer.

"Oh, I'm a certain kind of mad, alright." He said, with a low growl. "Now stay here."

"Uh, you got it, Trevor." He said. The way Clean said it made Trevor instantly remind him of his old friend Ron, but this wasn't the time to relent on the past. He opened one of the doors to the library.

Inside, the library was enormous. Huge shelves, packed to the brim with books of various sizes, a second floor, with even larger shelves, and a gigantic hourglass stood in the center, sand whittling away.

Trevor looked around, and saw only books. "Where the hell is she?" He thought. Suddenly, he saw a flash of purple out of the corner of his vision, and he immediately turned to look. He didn't get a good look, as the flash suddenly happened again, disappearing whatever stood there. He heard the flash further away. He turned, and saw a glimpse of the mare he was looking for, but the flash happened again, and she was gone.

"Teleportation huh? This ... complicates things." He said to himself.

"Oh, you'd better believe it, buster." A feminine voice said next to him. He immediately tried to strike, but she teleported away before he could hit anything.

"Resorting to cheap tricks, huh!?" He yelled. "Why don't you show yourself, and take your punishment like a good girl!?"

"You'd think I'd let myself get hurt by the likes of you? Are you crazy? Oh wait." She mocked, her voice completely surrounding Trevor.

"These magic tricks will only last so long!" He yelled. "I know for a fact magic isn't infinite, you'll get tired eventually!"

She teleported directly in front of him. "That's where you're wrong." He tried to hit her again, only for the pipe to hit the air. She teleported behind him, and bucked, sending him to the ground. "While it's true, my magic isn't infinite, the power I need to teleport is so minute, it would take years for me to even begin to feel tired." She said, smugly. Trevor leapt at her, only to fall back to the ground.

When he got back up, Twilight was on the second floor, shouting down at him. "Even if I didn't have teleportation, I've carefully studied a near countless number of spells, twenty five percent of them combat related."

She teleported on top of one of the shelves. "And all you have is a pipe, and your own hooves." She was in front of him again.

"You are an ant, fighting a lion. How can you even hope to kill me?"

"By trying, really really hard." He said, as he tried to strike again. "Human intuition."

She teleported a few feet away. "Human intuition? But you're a-" She made a realization. "Oh, I get it now."

"Get what?"

"You're a newfoal."

"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE LUMP ME WITH THOSE FREAKS!" He snapped.

"Very strange." She said to herself. Trevor tried to hit her again, to no avail. She appeared on the hourglass. "A newfoal that wasn't completely converted."

"GET THE FUCK DOWN HERE, YOU CUNT!"

"Shush, I'm thinking." Her horn glowed, and a zipper appeared over Trevor's mouth, seaming it shut. Trevor, extremely pissed, and not able to vocalize it, fumbled with the zipper.

"Hmm, the potion should have made you as docile as a mouse, but it didn't. It's easy to chalk it up to a faulty batch, but that would have horrifically mutated you, not leave you with just a pony body."

She tapped her hoof against her chin in thought. "Maybe you have a higher natural resistance to magic, but that's impossible, one hundred percent of all humans converted were full fledged newfoals."

Trevor had managed to break the zipper, bits of metal flying all over. "Maybe I'm just the exception, NOW GET DOWN HERE!"

"Will you be quiet!?" She magicked an arrow, and completely removed his mouth. She sighed in frustration. "I swear, nopony has any respect for science." Trevor was thoroughly and royally angry now. The fire within him begged for release. Not yet, he thought.

"Oh, I know!" She teleported back to the ground, and brought Trevor's mouth back. "What were you thinking of when you were changing into a pony?"

"HOW MUCH I REALLY FUCKING HATE PONIES! NOW STAND STILL!" He charged at her, and she teleported back onto the hourglass. Trevor started beating against the glass with his pipe.

"You aren't going to break that, it's five times stronger than what humans called 'Bulletproof' glass." She started pacing, as the thunks of Trevor's pipe rang throughout the library. "I truly get it now. You're hatred for us was so powerful, that not only did it prevent you from being a full fledged newfoal, if my theory is correct, it actually could have given you a power."

Trevor stopped. "What? What are you talking about!?"

She was about to explain, but she stopped. "You know, it doesn't really matter, you're going to die anyways." She teleported behind him again, and grabbed his neck with her magic. "Any last words?"

The fire took over once again, and Trevor started laughing. "You should really let me go." He said, his voice filled with malice.

"Yeah, no." She tightened her grip, tighter and tighter, but he wouldn't choke. "W-what? What's happening?"

Trevor chuckled. "Is this that power you were talking about?" He grabbed the magic ring holding his neck, and broke it.

"H-how is that possible?" She started to panic, and teleported on top of the hourglass again.

"OH NO, YOU'RE GETTING THE FUCK DOWN HERE!" He dropped the pipe, and grabbed the underside of the hourglass.

"Don't be childish, this hourglass weighs almost five tons. You'll ne-" She didn't finish, as the hourglass suddenly started to tilt.

"N-No, this isn't possible!" She teleported again, as the hourglass landed with a shatter. Sand started to coat the library floor, as Twilight appeared on top of the shelf again.

"How are you doing this!?" She shouted, as Trevor slammed his whole body against the shelf, causing to teeter, and land against the shelf behind it, causing a domino effect, and sending books falling to the ground. Twilight appeared on the second floor, watching the destruction take place, a tear in her eye.

"NO, NO! THIS ISN'T HAPPENING!" She stared in horror, as the library was almost completely destroyed, she eyed Trevor, armed with his pipe again, and smiling with an evil glee. "YOU HORRID PONY!"

"Hey, you know?" Trevor started, an eerie calmness to his voice. "That's exactly what Pinkie Pie told me, right before I killed her too!" He laughed.

Twilight was stunned. "Y-you..."

"Yep, and I killed Rarity, and Fluttershy, although you probably already know about that, and Applejack, and Rainbow Dash. All of your friends are dead, and you're the last one." The fire within him burned with a greater intensity, as he started laughed almost maniacally.

"I'LL KILL YOU!" She screamed, and teleported again.

Time almost seemed a little slower to Trevor, as he noticed that, directly next to him, the air seemed filled with a bit of electricity. At the right moment, he stuck his pipe directly into a giant flash, and he smiled, as he saw he was right.

Twilight, now with an extra appendage, made of steel, looked down at the pipe. Skin and flesh seemed to mold into it, and a small amount of blood was pouring out of the other end. She looked back up to Trevor, a fear of death in her eyes.

What she saw confused her, as their weren't any eyes in Trevor's skull. Only a raging fire.

"You were saying?" He taunted, as he placed his hooves on the pipe.

Twilight wanted to beg for her life, but the excruciating pain prevented her from even opening her mouth. Trevor was giddy. He had found a way to kill a god, as he focused all of his anger, rage, and hatred into the pipe. Like a siphon, it sucked up all of that raw emotion, depositing it right into Twilight's body.

The pain of the pipe within her body was soon replaced by a burning sensation, getting stronger and stronger. Twilight suddenly had the sense to teleport away, the pipe landing on the ground with a ringing sound. But it was too late, as her insides felt like they were on fire.

In all honesty, Trevor didn't really know what he did, but he smirked as he watched Twilight cast every healing spell that she new to try and stop the pain. The hole in her barrel had closed up, but her organs still felt like they were melting away.

"PLEASE, MAKE IT STOOOOOOOP!" She begged as she collapsed onto the ground, flailing around in agony as her body suddenly ignited in flame, desperately rolling around on the ground. Trevor could only watch in amazement, smiling with a manic glee as Twilight burned alive.

It seemed to go on for hours, Twilight screaming and begging for it stop, Trevor not even considering the idea to piss on her. Finally, almost mercifully, Twilight stopped moving, her body now an unrecognizable mess of burnt flesh and ash.

For good measure, Trevor grabbed the bloody pipe off the ground, going over to her charred corpse and swung the pipe like a golf club. With a sickening crack, her head flew off and broke through a nearby window, landing right in bird fountain. "FORE!" Trevor yelled out, laughing to himself.

With a sigh of sudden exhaustion, Trevor threw the pipe away and walked out of the library, coming face to face with Clean Whistle. "S-So how did it go?" He asked him, taking a peak behind him at the destruction he caused. He noticed Twilight's headless body, blanching at the sight. He had seen enough gore to desensitize him somewhat due to following Trevor, but the smell of it was what sent him over the edge, turning away and puking on the ground.

"Heh, lightweight." He teased, before slowly making his way to a nearby wall, leaning up against it and sighing. "Clean, when you're done puking up whatever you last ate, come sit with me for a minute." He said, patting the spot next to him.

Clean used his clothes to wipe the spittle and fluid off of his mouth, looking over to Trevor and furrowing his brow in confusion. This was a sudden change in attitude for the happy-go-lucky maniac. With a small shrug, he went over to him and sat down.

"You okay Trevor?" He asked him in concern. Trevor only smiled, closing his eyes and enjoying the peace and quiet. "Don't worry. Fighting Twilight Sparkunt wasn't so bad. I just need a minute to rest." He said, popping a few of the joints in his neck.

Clean simply nodded, taking in the silence with him. After a moment, he spoke up again. "Trevor... why are you like this?" He asked with a bit of solemn.

Trevor raised an eyebrow at that, looking at him. "What do you mean?" He asked him, curious.

"Well, don't get me wrong here." He began. "I don't think anypony but you could have done what you did today. But... how you did it. It screams at me that you were once... outright evil."

Trevor laughed at that, memories of his life as a human being filled his head. "Well, I guess you could say I was, at one point." He said, going into detail. "Back when before all this happened, I was a drug dealer, arms dealer, bank robber, murderer, some might say a cannibal." He said, laughing at Clean's expression of terror. "I'm kidding! I'm kidding." He said. However, there was a reason he once puked up a nose ring.

"Anyway, I had two friends back in San Andreas that prevented me from going over the deep end into insanity. Micheal and Franklin." He said their names with a bit of wistfulness. "I'd known Micheal for years. He was a bank robber just like me, but he had this Robin Hood complex to go with it, always spending the money on his family. Franklin I hadn't known nearly as long, but we were just as close. When you help two old timers like us rob a bank to fund a mission to stop terrorists, you become brothers." Clean raised an eyebrow at that, but Trevor waved it off. "Long story."

"Then, Equestria came along. And with it, the barrier." He went on. "The three of us knew that this might be the end of things. But hell if we didn't go out fighting." He said with a smile. "There we were, all of us hold up in Michael's mansion, fighting off Celestia's soldiers. Hell, we were even winning." He said, before suddenly sulking. "Before some unicorn had the bright idea to just completely remove the mansion. Like, just fucking poofed it out of existence." He said angrily.

"Before we even knew what the fuck had happened, Michael and his family were being forced to drink the potion." He said, a tear forming in his eye. "I... managed to kill them before they had completely turned. But they knocked the gun out of my hand before I could kill the three of us. They held me and Franklin down and made us drink as well. I will never get the words that either of them said after they turned out of my head." He said, his voice shaking a bit before he placed his hooves on his head, shaking it.

"Then, just as the potion touched my tongue, I felt the fire within me activate. It turned me into a pony, but it didn't make me docile." He finished. "I just wish I could have killed my friends before they had turned..." He turned to Clean, who was actively crying. "Ah quit crying you pansy." He said, standing back up and holding out a hoof to help him up.

Clean wiped his red eyes and took his hoof, getting back onto all fours. "Trevor, before we go to the throne room... who was the unicorn who made your house disappear?" He asked him.

"I don't fucking know. He was white and had a blue mane. Could have been fucking anybody" He said, as Clean widened his eyes. "Trevor, I think that was Shining Armor, Twilight's brother!"

"..." Trevor didn't say anything, as he slowly turned to face Clean. "Twilight's brother you say?" He said slowly, making Clean very nervous. "He wouldn't be helping defend the main doors to the throne room, would he?" He asked him, clearly very interested.

"I-I-I t-think so, T-T-Trevor." Clean managed to sputter out in fear, calming down when Trevor turned back around. "Well, what are we waiting for?"

Author's Note

Inb4 "Characterization, in my Shitty Story? It's not as likely as you think"

SO CHECK IT OUT

This chapter was uploaded earlier, but Redskin looked at it and said 'I got this really cool idea' So he sent me said really cool idea, and I said 'WOW HOLY SHIT THAT IS A REALLY COOL IDEA'.

Cut to several years later, Redskin cancells the story, all of his co authors decide to reboot it without him. So I said fuck it and decided to rewrite this chapter, removing his contribution. I still think fondly of the guy, but I don't know the whole story, and what I do know doesn't seem to paint him in a good light.

Chapter Bonus

As Trevor and Clean made their way to the throne room, Trevor suddenly felt a shiver go over his body.

Clean raised an eyebrow. "You alright, Trevor?" He asked him, curious what happened.

Trevor wasn't sure what had happened, but shrugged it off. "I'm sure it was nothing, but it felt like... another me, in another universe, died due to the creator not giving a fuck anymore." He explained.

Clean furrowed his brow at that, not sure what to make of it.

Author's Note

Okay so

No horrible depression, no horrible life problems, no horrible disease (besides this cold I have right now)

I just stopped caring for a bit. Then I saw that Redskin, the author of the original Spectrum, completely cancelled the story and then somebody else added that fucking weird chapter. Like what the fuck was that even? Can someone explain please?

Anyway, I'm gonna try and continue this maybe, but I'm gonna redo the Twilight chapter due to the fact that it seems redskin is actually an asshole. Don't get me wrong, he was a great writer, but I'd rather have my own horrible writing than his on it.