The Completely Ordinary Life of Fractal Greyscale

Chapter 4: Thursdays suck especially

I woke up to the shrill screeching of an alarm clock that I had specifically set to exactly one hour before the Summer Sun Celebration was to begin. Cursing, I rolled out of my oh so comfortable bed and pulled on my vest full of spare parts.

As a side note, this vest of mine, one of three, is by far the heaviest Celestia-damned thing I've ever worn, topping off at ten pounds- it'd be more without the Bag of Holding effect- and doubling as incredibly effective body armor.

Dimly recalling the feeling I had early last night, I also brought my third vest, one designed for combat. It had, instead of spare parts, first aid supplies, flares, explosives, survival guides, and various other tools necessary for survival and/or combat situations- all enchanted nearly indestructible by the way. It only cost 5,000 bits, too; only about a quarter of a year's salary after bills taxes and other expenses. Like I said, being Ponyville's only repairpony has some benefits, after all.

As I made my way over to Town Square, I stashed my repair-vest in a specially hidden pouch in my combat-vest, not that anypony could tell the difference, and prepared myself for the worst.

Overhead, the moon glowed ominously. Only fifteen minutes to dawn, and I couldn't help feeling nervous.

Quashing the feeling, I quickly spotted Twilight standing near the front of the crowd. Making my way over, I greeted her with a polite nod.

"Miss Twilight, I trust that you are eager for the celebration?'

"Ah! Oh, goodness Fractal, don't scare me like that! And yes, I am quite eager for the Celebration."

Five minutes to dawn, and, wait... was it just me or were those four stars moving towards the moon?

Three minutes, and... yup. Definitely moving closer. I dimly recalled the old foals' story from all those years ago about Nightmare Moon.

One minute to the dawn, and the stars are nearly touching the surface of the moon.

The clock struck six, and, unseen by anypony else, a flash lit up the surface of the moon for a split second, and I saw a dark shape falling from the moon, along with the famous 'Mare in the Moon' formation disappearing.

Returning my attention to the stage, I realized that I had missed the entirety of Mayor Mare's introduction of Princess Celestia.

Speaking of which, where is the Princess anyways?

The bad feelings returned.

And then, out of nowhere, a giant swirling cloud of what I can only call night burst from the ground and dissipated, leaving behind a jet-black alicorn mare, approximately the same height as the Princess herself, with a mane of blue swirling night sky, and teal armor. Oh, and a rather impressive set of fangs if I do say so myself.

"Oh my beloved subjects, it's been so long since I've seen your precious, little, sun-loving faces!"

Oh. Oh no. This is bad. This is very, very, VERY bad. SHITSHITSHITSHIT IT'S MOTHER-BUCKING NIGHTMARE-BUCKIN'-MOON!

And like a total dumbass, Rainbow Dash pops out of the crowd and proceeds to piss off the lunar deity by shouting,

"What did you do with our Princess!?" and apparently going to tackle her.

Oh, hello Applejack, thank you from keeping Rainbow from being brutally murdered.

And the Night-Bitch herself only chuckles and says, "Why, am I not royal enough for you? Don't you know who I am?"

And Pinkie randomly spouts, "Ooh, ooh, more guessing games! Um, Hokey Smokes! How about Queen Meanie? No, Black Snooty! Black Snooty! Mmph!"

Thank you Applejack, for not letting one of my only friends get torn apart by an angry lunar goddess.

As I started making a plan of attack, and readying my magic, I apparently missed Twilight yelling something at Moonbitch, and her response.

I did not, however, miss the mad cackling and the spontaneous lightning storm that sprung out of nowhere; or more accurately, out of Nightmare Moon's hair.

Something about eternal night, I think was the gist of it? Whatever, time to attack.

Forming a few dozen basic sword shapes out of my distinctive gray magic, I launched them at the Alicorn Princess, while barely suppressing the urge to shout a ridiculous phrase like "Trace on!" or something equally stupid.

Caught off guard, the black Alicorn was skewered in the throat, wings, forelegs, forehead, chest, barrel, hind legs, and eyes. When everypony stopped running around like idiots and looked at the Alicorn-kebab, they noticed the grey magic and immediately swept me off my hooves and started cheering.

"Put me down you foals. That was far too easy."

"Indeed it was, little one, indeed it was"

SHIT

"It's been a very long time since anypony has managed to catch me off guard, tell me, what is your name? I wish to know before I rend you to pieces for such an insult." Ah, the 'I'm-so-furious-you-can't-even-tell-I'm-furious-because-I'm-smiling" tone. Truly, the worst fear of all red-blooded stallions.

"My name is Fractal Greyscale, Princess, repairpony and aspiring defender of Ponyville."

"A commendable aspiration, one that shall sadly never come to fruition. Any last words?"

"Yes: All stops released. Opening flow to one hundred. Empty the tank."

"What?" WhooshClangStabCrunch

"Argh!"

Blacky drops me, and I detonate a smoke bomb and skewer her with hundreds of gray, magic spikes. Long, short, wide, thin, spikes that burst into terminating fractal patterns, etc etc.

After a few seconds, I notice that there's no blood, despite the screams of pain.

The bitch's sorry hide is shown again through the smoke, thankfully, I'm hidden behind a rather large crowd of ponies who didn't notice me at all.

Oh, ouch. Did I do that?

Said bitch is basically scattered all over the floor in bit sized shreds of flesh and fur.

Strangely enough, there's no blood anywhere, nor entrails, nor anything but quickly dissolving hide and feathers.

Oh shit.

After completely dissolving into smoke, all the pieces rejoin into a larger mass of smoke, which shoots out the doors of Town Hall with a faint whisper that sounds remarkably like a promise of revenge.

Now it's just me, and a bunch of shocked townsponies.

Oh, it seems like my magic reserves are a bit low. A bit of magic replenisher should do, made it myself. Condensed mana in a bottle, nothing else like it.

Warning: side effects may include temporary dementia, nausea, delirium, dizziness, sleepiness, and/or explosive magical discharges.

Well, lets take a nap while the replenisher does its job, eh?

THUD

End Chapter 4