My Little Terminator

Twilight Velvet was her motor scooter on her way to her job at a local cafe. She pulled up and parked in her spot near the cafe. She got off and made her way inside.

Meanwhile, the terminator walked up to a parked station wagon on the side of the road and smashed the driver's side front window.

He then opened the door after unlocking it and hot-wired the engine to make it start.

He then drove off to search for his target.

Back at the cafe, Twilight Velvet was skillfully using her magic to float the trays of food over to the customers. It was close to the lunch rush, but Velvet was confident that she could handle it with ease.

“Wow, even I couldn't get orders in that fast if I tried!” one of Velvet's co-workers, an earth pony named Fritter said. “Well, you never know, maybe you could.” Velvet replied with a smile.

Meanwhile, the terminator had reached a local gun store and was looking at some of the weapons within.

“12-gauge auto-loader.” the terminator said, pointing to a SPAS-12 shotgun. The clerk floated the shotty down with his magic.

“That's Zebracan, you can go pump, or auto.” the clerk said.

“The .45 long-slide, with laser sighting.” the terminator said. The clerk got out an M1911 with a large laser sight mounted above the slide, which was as long as the slide itself.

“These are brand new, we just got them in. That's a good gun, you just touch the trigger, the beam comes on and you put the red dot where you want the bullet to go, you can't miss.” the clerk said.

The terminator tried this out several times. “Anything else?” The clerk asked.

“Phased plasma rifle in 40-watt range.” the terminator requested. The clerk chuckled upon hearing this.

“It's just what you see, pal.” he said. The terminator then spotted a weapon that looked like a large pistol with a stock attached.

“The Uzi 9mm.” he requested. The clerk brought the sub-machine gun down onto the counter.

“You know your weapons, buddy. Any one of these is ideal for home defense.” he said. The terminator looked down the sights of each weapon.

“Which will it be?” the clerk asked. “All.” The terminator replied. The clerk was astonished by this.

“Wow, I may close early today. So, it's a fifteen day wait for the handguns, but the rifles and shotguns you can take right now.” The clerk explained, oblivious to the fact that the terminator was loading a few shells into the SPAS-12.

The clerk came up with the paperwork and saw the terminator loading the shotgun.

“You can't do that.” he said. The terminator then pointed the barrel right at the clerk.

“Wrong!” he said as he unloaded a load of “00” buckshot into the shocked clerk.

Night Lite had just sawed off the stock of the shotgun he found the previous night after his encounter with the local police.

He had tied a piece of string to the shotgun to allow him to conceal it in his trench-coat and still walk freely with all four hooves. He continued on his way to find Twilight Velvet.

A flock of pigeons flew off as he walked out of the alley that he was at and into the open street.

The terminator drove up to a phone booth, shoving the pony using it away as he got out the phone book.

“Hey, man, you've got a serious attitude problem.” the angered pony said. The terminator ignored him as he looked through the phone book.

He noticed that there were several ponies that had the name “Twilight”. He first drove up to the house belonging to an earth pony named Twilight Fizzle.

He knocked on the door and Fizzle partially opened the door.

“Twilight?” the terminator asked. “Yes?” Fizzle replied. The terminator then forced the door open, startling Twilight Fizzle.

She began backing away, her eyes growing wide as he pulled out his M1911, the laser pointing right at her forehead, in between her eyes.

He fired a single shot, bringing her to the floor.

He fired several more shots to make sure she was dead before moving on.

Twilight Velvet was taking her break when Fritter dragged her into the break room.

“Come on, Twilight, it's about you...well, sort of.” she said as they watched the news on the TV.

“Come on, you're not gonna believe this, just- come on, sit down, your gonna LOVE this!” Fritter said. Velvet sat down as she and the others watched the unfolding story on the news.

The report stated that a mare named Twilight Fizzle, who was a 35-year-old mother of two, was brutally shot to death in her home earlier that afternoon.

“You're dead, honey.” Fritter joked. Velvet elbowed her with a glare.