Mob of the Dead: Equestria.

Ringing was all Finn could hear in his ears. The constant ringing that was starting to annoy him. He tried to get up on his feet slowly, but the end result was popping up. As he opened his eyes, everything he saw had a hint of blue. Then, he remembered. The crash. The portal. Alcatraz. He had died, he was in Afterlife Mode. He looked down and saw his body, eyes twitching, pained look plastered on his face, and holding the M1911 in his hand. He looked back up and saw three other ghostly figures.

"Guys!" Finn called, attempting to get their attention. He was surprised to hear to other three call back.

"Right here, Finn!" cried the Weasel-voiced ghost.

"Same here!" cried Billy.

"Alive and kicking! Well, not really alive. Aw fuck, you get the point!"

"Well, should we go back to our bodies, or explore the place? Because my Afterlife Meter isn't goin' down at all for some reason." Finn asked, awaiting an answer.

"I say we all scout the place, in case the place isn't another hellhole." Billy suggested. Weasel and Sal agreed. As soon as soon as the conversation ended, they ran towards the opposite direction, towards the portal the went through. Before they crashed, Billy saw a village that had inhabitants. Maybe they could ask for their help.

"Were are we going, Billy?" asked Weasel.

"I saw some kind of village as soon as we went through the portal. If we could gain their trust, the might get us the fuck outta here." Billy responded.

"Oh sure. Yeah, I know exactly what we're gonna say, ' Hi. We're a group of mobsters that escaped a high security prison and fought off a million zombies in cold blood. Could you help us?" Weasel said sarcastically.

"That could work." Billy replied.

"I was being sarcastic, Billy." said Weasel.

"Guys, look. I think I see the village Billy saw." said Sal. And sure enough, there it was. The village Billy saw. The whole town looked soaked from the rain. The wind swayed the trees violently. And there was... a giant tree house?

"Guys, you see that? That looks like a fucking tree house, literally!" said Finn, shocked that the inhabitants could do such thing.

"Alright guys. Here's the plan. Weasel, you run to that giant building in the center of the town, jump to the top, and keep a look out. Finn, run through the west section of the town and scout. Sal, take the middle section. I'll take the east and do as what we're all doing. Remember, we're basically invisible, so don't worry about being seen. Once we're done scouting, we'll go back into our bodies and take shelter under the plane wreck. For guns, we only got our pistols for now. Our weapons might have scattered around the crash sight. Sound like a plan?" asked Billy.

"I'm in."

"Count me in!"

"Better than doing nothing."

"Alright, let's go."

And with that, they all split up.

Weasels POV:

Weasel ran to the town center as fast as he could. Nobody would see him, so he didn't have to be sneaky. He jumped to the first floor of the town center. He saw Finn in  the west side, moving fast and slow. Billy was doing his job in the eastside. Sal was doing good in the central part. After waiting for minutes, he got bored. They were all doing fine, so why not have some fun with the locals? He looked around to find a well lit house. There. The tree house. The lights were still on. Perfect. Jumping off the town hall, he raced to the tree house and peered into the house through the window. What he saw shocked him. There were seven Technicolored ponies talking in a small group. He decided to listen to what they were saying.

"- crashed in the Everfree Forest! And there were four weird ape thingies on the wing of the bird! And...and..." said the rainbow maned horse thing.

"Rainbow, before you kill yourself spewing this info at me, take a breather, ok? Just relax. How about this? We'll take a look at this, 'bird' tomorrow, alright?" said the grey horse with the orange mane. There were five more horse thingies. One that was purple and had a purple mane with a pink streak. Another that was orange with a cowboy hat. One that was pink and had a mane that looked like cotton candy. Another one was alabaster and had a mane that looked like it took hours to style. And the final one was a butter-yellow color and had a long pink mane. What shocked Weasel more was the fact that they had different things on their body. Three of them had a horn. Two of them had wings. And the other two had nothing. And they could talk! Weasel was speechless. The only thing Weasel could say was:

"What the fuck?"

Then they all looked at the window.

"WHAT IS THAT! WHY IS IT GLOWING WHITE!?" screamed the rainbow maned Pegasus.

Without thinking, he threw a bolt of energy at them, striking a book and leaving a burn mark, which only lasted for a few seconds.

"GET IT!!!" cried the blue Pegasus.

"Oh shit!" said Weasel.

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"SAL! FINN! BILLY! WE'VE BEEN SPOTTED! BACK TO THE PLANE!", was what the seven ponies heard, followed by more voices.

"GOD DAMMIT, WEASEL! COULDN'T KEEP YOURSELF IN CHECK, HUH!?!?" cried one of the ghosts.

"FUCKING HELL, MAN! WHY DIDN'T WE JUST KILL HIM ON THE ROOF?!?!" said another.

"FOR GOD'S SAKE, JUST RUN!!" said the first voice.

The chased them till they were near the Everfree Forest. They all stopped exactly at the edge of the forest.

"COME ON, GIRLS!  WE'RE LOSIN' EM!" screamed Rainbow.

"Wait, I don't think it's a good idea. We don't know what they are anyway." said Twilight.

"I'm agreeing with Twilight, not a good idea." said Echo.

Oh for God's sake, that's not what I told you to say, Echo! Your supposed to say, 'I think we should go in, it might be a good idea.'!

"Well sorry for stating my opinion, Robert! I just wanna protect Twilight, 'kay?!"

""Echo was a point, ya know! We have the free will to say anything!" said Pinkie.

FINE! JUST KEEP THE STORY GOING!

"Alright, alright! Jeez." said Echo. After the five other mares tried to comprehend the random screaming at the sky, they kept moving towards the glowing lights path. After awhile, the stopped at a strange pile of metal that was twisted in many ways. There were four...things sitting around or laying around, and there was a red substance around each thing.

Blood.

Lots and lots of blood.

And yet they were moving around, twitching a lot.

"What the...?" said Rainbow before they heard the voices.

"We lost them. I say we get back in our fucking bodies!"

"Alright. Let's go."

After that statement, each individual spirit floated to a lump and stood there. Then a strange pillar of light shone on each lump and sparks emanated from them. After a few seconds of the glowing lights, each thing gasped really loud.

"God, that keeps getting to me."

"How you feelin' guys?"

"Like I held my breath for 10 years!"

"Damned plane! Damned guard. DAMNED ZOMBIES!" yelled Billy.

"Aw hell! The plane is completely wrecked! There's no way we're going back!" complained Weasel.

"Why do you want to go back Weasel?" asked Finn.

"Cause there are pony type things back there that tried to get us!"

"Only because you got their attention!" said Billy.

"It's not my fault I got bored!"

"Shut up, Weasel!!!" yelled Billy as he picked up Weasel and threw him to bush.

"AAAAHHHH!" exclaimed Weasel.

-THUMP-

"AAAHHH!!" screamed seven voices.

Weasel looked to his right and saw seven pairs of eyes staring at him.

"Uh..."