The pasture was, just like any other day, filled with all the relaxed cows that lived near Sweet Apple Acres. It was usually like this, as cows really had nothing to do inside the fenced gates. They didn’t mind, though, simple conversation was enough for them.

“Yo Bertha, did you hear what happened Marissa the other day?” inquired one of the cows, looking to her friend expectantly.

“What happened, girl?”

“Well apparently, one of the bulls from across the pasture decided it would be a good idea if he strolled on over to her and started chatting it up, speaking all fancy-like and shit, asking if he wanted the “D”.”

The cow looked flabbergasted, then angry. “Aw hell naw!”

“Aw hell yeah! The bitch ain’t got no ounce of courage though, ‘cause he ran like a pussy when Big Mac started hollering at ‘em.”

What the two cows, as well as all the others in the fenced area, didn’t realize was a certain yellow pegasus smiled down on them from one of the many clouds above, a sizable grin spread across her face. Or rather, his face.

“So… many… cows,” Ryan muttered quietly, contemplating the huge number of animals below him. Texas cows had never interested him as anything special; after all, they were just ordinary animals. It wasn’t until he had met Edgar 1 that it had all changed…

No, he couldn’t think about that right now. He had to make a choice.

He had to decide who was to be his Edgar 14.

Without hesitating, Ryan leaped off the cloud below him and fell slowly until he was hovering just in range of the pasture. Drawing in a breath, he announced loudly, “Hello, my precious…es!”

The cows below him looked up, and once he was sure he had gotten most of their attention, he continued.

“Today is a glorious day in Equestria, for it is the return of the one and only King Ryan. I plan to conquer all and leave no ponies to die. However, in order to restore myself to full power, I need an accomplice. One who will stay by my side at all times, will follow my every order, and will always be there is the situation calls for a bucket of milk. Fear not, though, for one of you may serve me well. Come with me, and we will rule the world! The Mad King has returned! Wahahahahaha!” He began laughing maniacally, and almost as if it were in a cartoon, thunder came down behind him and the crack of lightning boomed in the pasture. Eventually, his laughing died down and there was no noise as the cows silently stared at the strange pony. Then one of them spoke up.

“Why King?” she asked.

This was not a response that Ryan was expecting. “Wait, what?”

“I said, why King? Last time I checked, you ain’t no boy. You’re a gal, which means you should be a Queen…”

“Silence!” shouted Ryan, “No one tells the Mad King what to do! Not even Mogarus Tartarus!”

Another cow spoke up. “What exactly is in this position for us?”

“Besides mass power and influence over all?”

“Yeah.”

The expression Ryan gave the innocent cow could not have been any more deadpan. After a moment, he sighed and said, “I’ll give you lots of wheat…”

Immediately, all the cows began mooing uncontrollably and started to crowd around the pegasus, who had begun to look over the vast amounts of cows. A short distance away, Michael watched from the safety of a nearby cloud up above, his eyes wide in horror.

“Fuck… this is not good… not good at all…” he silently muttered, before taking off towards the distant town of Ponyville.

“Here we are!” exclaimed Ray, as he led the two other ponies into the fancy-looking building. The room they found themselves in looked like something out of the backstage of a fashion show, with mannequins, stands, mirrors, and fabrics everywhere. The whole place smelled of eccentricity. “Welcome to the Carousel Boutique!”

“It looks pretty,” said Gavin, before catching the odd stares he was receiving from his friends, “Ugh, I mean, this is totally prissy and not at all manly in any way, shape or form.”

Jack rolled his eyes, wondering how he was friends with the idiot before him. “Anyways,” he started, “What the heck do you want me to do again?”

“Simple, all you have to do is make us a few costumes, preferably something close to the costumes we have back on Earth,” explained Gavin, “Now go!”

A few seconds passed by as Jack looked on blankly, “I said go!” shouted Gavin, getting a bit frustrated at the big beard in front of him. Again, Jack only stared. Gavin was running out of patience. “God damnit, Jack, what do you not understand about GO?!”

“What do you expect me to do?! I told you, I’ve never sewn anything in my life!”

“Use your bloody unicorn magic or some shit!”

Jack slammed at the floor with his hooves; he had clearly had enough. “Ok, listen here, you two. I don’t care what kind of fucked up idea you two got going on in those tiny brains of yours, but if you expect me to make two random costumes out of nowhere, with no experience whatsoever, then I’d say you two have officially lost your minds! You can’t possibly expect me to pull this off just because I have the body of a pony who makes dresses! That’s just retarded! And also...”

Jack continued to ramble on, not noticing that the two superheroes were no longer paying attention to his words. Instead, they were more interested in the glowing horn atop Jack’s head, and the multiple tools being lifted into the air by the same glow. Silently but quickly, the tools began to weave different fabrics together at an incredible rate, until a few minutes later, two full-fledged suits set up on mannequins stood behind Jack as he finished up his lecture.

“...thus, you two are fucking morons!” He stopped to catch his breath, and only then did e notice the lack of attention from his friends. “What are you two looking…?” The question was never completed, however, as a quick look behind him revealed two spandex suits. One was a bright green, with a long over-flowing cape and a pair of goggles atop the head. The other was similar in style, instead utilizing a color-scheme of red and blue, with a picture of the British flag on the side of the suit.

The silence in the room lingered on for a few seconds, before it was finally interrupted by Gavin and his bright, wide smile. “Mother of God, look at this! It’s beautiful! Come along, X-Ray, our destinies await us in the dressing room!” With that, Ray and him collected the suits and made their way into two of the many stalls that served as dressing areas, leaving a very confused Jack in the room alone. Slowly, he walked up to one of the many mirrors and took a long look at his reflection, a sort of awe in the apparent glamour of the pony striking him for the first time. Hm, maybe it’s not so bad to be a Rarity after all, he silently thought to himself.

Meanwhile, the crowd of cows before the Mad King had diminished; there was only one left. Ryan looked the one over top to bottom, a slow smile creeping up on his face. Yes, he had found the one…

“You…” he started, “What is your name?”

“I’m Emily,” said the obviously eager cow.

“Emily, huh?” Ryan thought for a second, before saying, “No, that will not be sufficient enough. If you are to be my companion in my conquests, you must bear a name worthy enough to strike at the souls of our enemies and produce the deepest, most sinister fear ever imagined. Your name must be… Edgar!” Ryan once again began laughing maniacally, the thunder and lightning once again illuminating his dark and evil face. The laugh echoed throughout the pasture, and it was then that the Mad King fully returned. Nopony would be safe.

And Edgar, with her newly-given name pronounced, looked at her laughing master in confusion, muttering to herself, “Fuck.”

Chaos was about to spread through the town of Ponyville, but little did Ryan or any of the other Achievement Hunters know, there was a certain rule in Equestria: Wherever there was chaos, he would be there. And he just happened to be a good friend of Fluttershy, closely watching the laughing form from a few meters away, hidden as a conspicuous tree. A malevolent laugh arose from the tree, and two yellow eyes were produced out of nowhere and glanced at their possessed friend.

“Well, this is certainly going to be interesting…”

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Author's Note

Boy, are things really starting to pick up. I'm actually genuinely excited about writing the next few chapters. Granted, I have no idea where this is still going, but I feel like I set up a lot of possibilities.
I recently added this story to the Achievement Hunter folder in the Rooster Teeth Bronies group story collection. If you want any other stories regarding ponies and Achievement Hunters, feel free to check those other stories out. Or if you want to hang and chill out with other Rooster Teeth fans, then go there as well.
Hope you enjoyed, adios amigos!