Madness Equestria

For chapters like this, when it links to a song and later links to another one, you're supposed to stop the first one and play the second one. Just thought I'd get that out of the way.

“Thank you for your time, Princess Celestia. This means so much to us,” the earth pony said and bowed again. Princess Celestia nodded lightly at the earth pony and bid him to rise.

“It’s no trouble at all, I love hearing from my little ponies. I’ll send you a letter with my decision in a few days, if that would be alright,” Celestia said.

“Oh, of course your highness, it will be no problem at all. I won’t take up any more of your time.” The earth pony bowed one more time before he backed out of the throne room. Once the door closed Celestia looked at one of the guards at the side of her throne.

“Are there any more appointments today lieutenant?” Celestia asked. The guard levitated a scroll up to his eye level.

“Let’s see, there is a council member from Fillydelphia with an appeal for a construction project,” the guard said. He looked like he wanted to say more, but the throne room doors flew open to reveal a dark blue alicorn.

“SISTEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEER! We have a matter of the utmost importance to discuss with you!” she yelled at an incredible volume. Normally anypony exposed to the Royal Canterlot Voice would be deafened for a good while, but Celestia and the guards were used to it.

“What is it Luna?” Celestia asked as Luna approached.

“Please tell me you have noticed the sporadic bursts of chaos too. We are getting worried.” Celestia’s soft smile dropped and she closed her eyes.

“So it wasn’t just my imagination then. What is your opinion on what it is?” Celestia asked and waved the guards out of the room.

“Discord?”

“No, it’s not him. This chaos feels more… manufactured? It’s hard to describe.” Just then, a familiar wisp of green smoke drifted in front of Celestia and formed into a scroll. Celestia grabbed the scroll in her magic before it hit the ground and smiled as she unrolled it, “Ah, it looks like Twilight has sent a letter. I wonder what she’s learned?”

“Tia, there is something much more important than a friendship lesson right now!” Luna said. Any further objections from Luna stopped once Celestia’s smile dropped into a frown, her eyes growing harder the more she read.

“So I see,” Celestia murmured to herself. She read it some more before she rolled it up and handed it to Luna. “I think that this explains those chaos bursts,” she said and produced a scroll and quill of her own. Luna had made it halfway through the letter by the time Celestia had sent off her letter and stood up.

“This does explain a lot, but what are these creatures Twilight speaks of?” Luna asked.

“I intend to see for myself. This is a very serious situation me may have found ourselves in: a hostile enemy in our borders that can move freely, seemingly advanced weapons and monstrosities, chaos based transportation, and they’ve already kidnapped several ponies. I need to see what we’re up against, so while I’m doing that I want you to put the guard on secondary alert. And get Shining Armor’s division to patrol the hedge maze, I don’t want Discord out of anypony’s sight.”

“I understand Tia. Anything else?”

“If it’s at all possible, can you see if your night guard can track down one of those bases? Anything at all could help.”

“Consider it done.” Celestia smiled and nuzzled her younger sister.

“Thank you Luna. I’m going to Ponyville if you need to reach me.”

“Of course, I’ll let you know when something important comes along.” With one last nuzzle Celestia walked past Luna and out of the throne room. The regular escort of guards followed Celestia outside of the castle and to the chariots.

The whole time Celestia was lost in thought.

Somewhere in Equestria

A grunt was standing in front of a door idly smoking a cigarette and watching a nearby poker game. He started to take a drag from the cigarette just as the door opened behind him and Trixie wrapped her forehooves around his head and snapped his neck cleanly.

“That’s your neck,” she whispered and enveloped the body in magic and tossed it at the poker table. One of the grunts was unlucky enough to get his face pelted with poker chip shrapnel while the remaining three took one look at Trixie’s lightly blood stained power armor and immediately charged at her. Trixie caught the first one’s hand and pulled him to the ground where she stomped on his head before punching a hole through the second’s chest with her horn. The third one wisely decided that it would be better to go to a nearby locker and get a PPK. The grunt only managed to fire one round, which rebounded harmlessly off of Trixie’s armor, before the mare punched a boot through his head.

“What is wrong with these creatures? They mindlessly rush to their deaths when they could just run away,” Trixie commented. The pistol caught her eye and she picked it up with her magic and turned it over, inspecting everything she could. Her visor started pointing out bits of the weapon before implementing a counter in the corner of her vision as well as a cursor. Trixie moved the gun experimentally, the cursor moving across the visor to match her movements. Before she could mull over this some more, the door in front of her opened and another grunt stopped at the sight of the mare. Shocked by the new intruder, Trixie reflexively moved the cursor over the grunt’s head and pulled the trigger, a bullet implanting itself right in the center of its cross shaped face. Trixie stared at the gun and noted that the counter went down by one.

“Ugh, Trixie is going to need a lot of therapy after this,” she said before moving through the open door, only to dive right back in at the sound of machine gun and shotgun fire. Not wanting to take any chances, Trixie hid most of her body behind a wall and peeked just enough of her head out to see her attackers: two grunts with FAMAS’s and a 1337 with a shotgun were revealed. The first two went down with little difficulty, although the 1337 had to take two shots due to the first one only skimming his side. The door Trixie came through earlier opened and startled her into killing a 1337 with her last two rounds. With the counter at zero and the pistol’s slide back, Trixie pulled the trigger a couple of times and dropped it when nothing happened.

‘So the counter is how many times I can use that before it’s useless. Good to know,’ she thought and moved into the next room. She picked up the two rifles and stashed the one with the most ammo on her back before picking up the shotgun. Trixie had two choices of doors and, not seeing one that said ‘exit’, she decided to go down the one that said ‘storage’.

Trixie entered some kind of large warehouse with several large crates on shelves at either side of her. Somewhere ahead she heard some clanging, so Trixie proceeded as quietly as her armor would allow until she saw the source of the noise. Three grunts were moving some kind of large metal container with several red and yellow markings on it, while being directed by a 1337. Trixie didn’t wait for them to find her and, after a slight delay in figuring out how the shotgun worked, killed the 1337 and waited for the grunts to charge once she realized it was more of a close range weapon.

With the shotgun counter reading 1, Trixie approached the container and read some of the labels, which were mostly along the lines of ‘warning’ and ‘keep away’. One in particular read, ‘If you value your lives, then don’t open this thing for Arbiter’s sake!’

‘Well, when they put it like that, it makes me want to open it. It’ll hurt these freaks at the very least,’ Trixie thought putting the shotgun on her back. She pushed the container onto its side, crushing the 1337 in the process, and the top of the container opened. Trixie got her shotgun ready for whatever was in it. She poked her head near the opening just as a sickly green hand lunged out and dragged a body out.

Trixie could see the skin of its head was also the same shade of green, although by far the most drawing aspect of the thing was its masked face, gnarled teeth and red flesh showing though several holes. It had red hair along the side of its head which stopped abruptly at a point where it looked like the top of its head was cut off. It crawled along the ground toward Trixie, who kept her shotgun trained on it. Her visor sprung to life and started to analyze the thing.

Subject: Clown

Physical status: heavily injured

Improbability level: 61%

Warning: subject is extremely dangerous, terminate on sight!

Just as Trixie finished reading the clown jumped to its feet with impossible speed and started shaking violently and pointed at Trixie.

‘That’s not good!’ Trixie thought and fired at the clown, which effortlessly jumped above the blast and grabbed the shotgun. It was torn easily from Trixie’s magic grip and jabbed into her face, which dazed her enough for the clown to bring it down on her head before hitting her along her body. The force of the final blow knocked Trixie through at least three walls and into a couple 1337 agents which finally stopped her. She looked through the holes and saw the clown was busily slaughtering a group of unlucky grunts and 1337.

“Not good not good NOT GOOD!” Trixie shouted and hurriedly got to her hooves and ran through the first door she could. She drew the rifle on her back and started mowing down anything that got in her way as she madly dashed through room after room, picking up new weapons as they ran out of ammo. She eventually made it to some kind of cafeteria with at least a dozen 1337 waiting for lunch and they all looked ready to charge at Trixie. Trixie noticed she had picked up a couple of sub-machine guns and was about to open fire just as a sign violently jutted out of the center of the room, followed by the clown. It looked around the room and some text flew wildly across Trixie’s visor, followed by more orderly and panicked text.

OHAI GUYS!

The Clown is loose! Repeat, The Clown is loose! Forget about the escaping equine, neutralize the Clown now!

Despite Trixie not hearing any announcement saying such, all of the agents in the room focused on the clown and charged at it. As the clown effortlessly beat all who approached to death with the sign, Trixie finally decided to open fire at the group, managing to kill most of the remaining agents and maybe grazed the clown. Both guns clicked empty and the clown charged at Trixie, jamming the sign underneath her and tossing her behind it through the door at the other end of the cafeteria.

By sheer luck, Trixie crushed an ATP agent with a grenade launcher, which Trixie immediately took in her hooves and fired at the door behind her. She didn’t hit the clown, but she did manage to collapse the ceiling in front of the door, which would hopefully slow the clown down a little. She dropped the empty launcher and rushed to the next door, but instead of gray hallways it opened outward into a bright and colorful town.

Not questioning this logic, as the sound of banging shook behind her, Trixie rushed through the door and shut the door behind her and braced herself against it.

Thirty seconds passed, then a minute. Trixie dared to open the door and found that inside was simply the inner workings of a windmill. Trixie let out a sigh of relief and closed the door, glad to be away from the insanity and the clown. She just then noticed the small gathering of ponies near her. One of them, a purpleish earth pony with three smiling flowers for a cutie mark, seemed to be the less hesitant at the sight of the blood stained Trixie and slowly approached her.

“Do you need help? You look really bad,” she said and lightly gestured at Trixie.

“W-where am I?” Trixie asked, suddenly feeling short of breath as the adrenalin wore off.

“Well, you’re in Ponyville miss,” the mare said. Trixie’s eyes widened and her thoughts started racing. “What happened to you?”

“Never mind that, does Twilight Sparkle still live here?”

“Twilight? Yes, she still lives in the library, but why-?”

“Where is it?!”

“I-it’s the biggest tree in the center of town. Why are you-?”

Trixie didn’t wait to answer and quickly galloped away from the crowd. It had been a while since Trixie had been in town, but she did remember Twilight’s penchant for helpfulness.

If anypony could help her out of this mess, it was most likely Twilight.

The chariot Celestia was riding in landed softly near Twilight’s library, drawing the usual surprised looks from ponies not expecting a visit from the princess. Celestia stepped out of the chariot and started toward the door of the library.

“Stay here and keep an eye out, and inform me of anything odd,” Celestia said to her two escort guards, who nodded and unhitched themselves from the chariot and walked alongside Celestia as she walked to the door and knocked three times. Ten seconds later the door was enveloped in a purple aura and opened to reveal Twilight Sparkle.

“Princess Celestia! You got here really fast,” Twilight said.

“Indeed Twilight Sparkle, this seemed very important. May I come in?”

“O-of course!” Twilight backed away from the door to let her teacher inside and shut the door once she was, “Everypony else is upstairs, as well as those three I told you about.”

“Really? Well let’s not keep them waiting.” Celestia and Twilight started toward the stairs and made it halfway up when some kind of commotion started outside.

“What are you doing here?” A female voice nearly shouted outside.

“What in the name of Equestria are you?” Celestia heard one of the guards say.

“I am the Great and Powerful Trixie, and I demand you let me see Twilight Sparkle!”

“Trixie?” Twilight said and started trotting to the door.

“We can’t let you do that because Princess Celestia is inside.”

“I don’t care if Faust herself is in there, I’m going in!” Trixie yelled and rammed into the door, nearly breaking it off its hinges. Twilight skidded to a stop as the armored mare, covered in drying red and yellow blood, tripped and skidded to a stop. Trixie carefully looked up at Twilight and reached a hoof out to her. “Get me out of this thing,” she managed to say before slipping into unconsciousness.

“Oh no, they are making mecha ponies! Poor Trixie,” Twilight said and lowered down to the mare’s visor level. Hank showed up at the top of the stairs and ran down to investigate the power armored mare. The two guards readied themselves to pounce on Hank should he make any bad moves toward Celestia. “What are we going to do Princess?” Twilight asked and looked up to Celestia, who looked back at Twilight, and then Hank, then Trixie, and finally back at the guards.

“You two resume your positions and stay vigilant,” Celestia said to the guards, who gave answered ‘Yes, your highness,’ in unison. With that done, Celestia looked at Twilight and asked, “Is your bed upstairs?”

“Yes it is. I’ll go put Trixie up there for now,” Twilight said and carefully enveloped Trixie in magic. “Is she going to be ok?”

“We will have to see, Twilight.” Her student took it for what it’s worth and started moving Trixie upstairs, followed by Hank and Celestia.

‘This situation is getting more complicated by the minute,’ Celestia thought to herself.