My Little Terminator

<1987, 1:52 AM>

A trash-collection pony was making his rounds during a late shift. He had just emptied a dumpster into his garbage truck when the engine suddenly died, puzzling him.

“What the hell, what's wrong with this thing?” he muttered as he made a few failed attempts to start the engine back up.

His eyes widened when he saw massive sparks of what appeared to be electricity arcing around a spot next to the truck.

Seconds later, a bright light shone from the spot, forcing the trash-pony to shield his eyes.

The light lasted for a second and then faded, the arcing and sparking also coming to an abrupt end.

The stunned pony got out of his truck and ran, apparently freaked out.

What freaked him out was a large, naked, tough-looking pony that had appeared seemingly out of nowhere, right where the light had shone just a few seconds earlier.

The pony stood up and looked around, taking in the surroundings.

What nopony knew, was that this pony was not really a pony at all. Instead, he was a cybernetic organism from the future; a terminator, specifically, a Cyberhoof Systems model T-101.

The terminator walked towards a nearby lookout point, the area being located on top of a large hill overlooking the downtown area.

He walked towards a trio of punk teenage colts that were drinking while hanging near the edge, next to a coin-operated telescope.

The three stared and laughed at the fact that the newcomer was nude, and walking almost like a drunk.

“Well, well, well, what's wrong with this picture?” one of the colts, an earth pony named Troublemaker, asked.

“Nice night for a walk, eh?” another colt, a Pegasus named Player asked.

“Nice night for a walk.” the terminator repeated, its tone emotionless.

“Fun night at some party, too much to drink, right?” Troublemaker asked.

“Too much to drink, right.” the terminator repeated in the same tone.

“I think this stallion's a couple bottles short of a six-pack.” the third teen, another earth pony named Mischief, said.

The terminator then eyed the punk-rock clothes that they were wearing.

“Your clothes, give them to me, now.” the terminator ordered. “Fuck you, asshole!” Troublemaker replied as they all drew stiletto knives.

The terminator pushed Mischief and Player down, throwing the second against the gate.

Troublemaker drove the blade of his knife into the terminator's stomach, just before he thrust his hand into Troublemaker's chest.

The terminator then pulled out, Troublemaker's still-beating heart in his hoof.

Player, now scared shitless, began stripping off his clothes and dropped them at the terminator's hooves before dashing off into the night.

A similar event began to occur in the alley near the downtown area. The arcing bolts of electricity flashed all over the area as a bright light erupted for a second as a time portal appeared.

A light-blue unicorn stallion dropped out of the portal, which disappeared, along with the arching electric bolts.

The stallion struggled to breath as he slowly got up to his hooves.

'Oh, dear, sweet Celestia, remind me to not EVER do that again!' He thought as he staggered onto his hooves.

The stallion's name was Night Lite, he was a soldier of the Resistance.

'OK, first things first, let's find some threads!' Night Lite thought as he checked his surroundings. He looked around and found a clothing store.

'Well, that's better than nothing!' Night Lite thought as he made his way towards it.

He found it to be closed, but that would not stop him. In desperation, he bucked the back door open and went inside.

He quickly grabbed the first items he found, a simple pair of jeans and a black T-shirt and made his way out.

As he got to the street, a police car drove by, shining the spotlight in his direction.

“Hold it right there!” one of the cops ordered as he saw Night Lite walking out of the alley.
'Shit, gotta go!' Night Lite thought as he took off running back into the alley.

“Hey! I SAID HOLD IT!!” the cop shouted as he got out and started running to chase Night Lite, his partner driving off to cut him off with sirens blaring and lights flashing.

The chase drew on, and the police cruiser drove up one of the corridors, forcing Night Lite to go another way.

He turned another corner, hopping over a stopped car as he crossed another side street.

'I didn't get sent back in time for THIS crap!' Night Lite thought as he dove behind a dumpster, just out of sight of the officer.

The cop stopped near Night Lite's location and looked around, shining his flashlight around to try and find him.

Before he could react, Night Lite jumped out and tackled the cop.

In the struggle, the cop fired a panic shot from his .38 revolver. Night Lite managed to elbow the cop and take the gun, pointing it at the stunned officer.

“What day is it? The date?” Night Lite asked.

“The twelfth...May...Tuesday.” the stunned officer replied, bewildered by the fact that this guy was just demanding to know what the date was.

“WHAT YEAR?!” Night Lite asked, frustrated.

Before he could answer, the police car slowly came driving up.

In a panic, Night Lite ran off, leaving the stunned cop still sitting on the ground.

Another police car pulled up in a nearby small parking lot, forcing Night Lite to change direction.

In desperation, Night Lite decided to force open a nearby door and got inside. He wound up inside a small department store, crawling through the aisles as the cops searched for him.

He grabbed a nearby trench-coat and slipped it on. He then went into a nearby photo booth and hid until the cops passed by, standing on top of the stool to keep his hooves hidden.

He found a pair of sneakers and threw those on as well.

Once the officers had passed, he made his way towards the front door, to see a police cruiser pulling up.

'Crap, gotta find another way!' He thought as he turned around.

He ran up an escalator and out a nearby window.

He then dropped down the fire escape, right behind an empty police cruiser, from which he took a shotgun.

He concealed the 12-gauge in his trench-coat and walked casually into the street, having eluded the cops that were chasing him.

As another police car drove past with lights on and sirens blaring, he ran across the street and into a nearby phone booth.

He opened the phone book within and soon found what he was looking for: the name and address of the one he was looking for, the one he was sent to protect: Twilight Velvet.

He ripped out the page and left.