The PRS

by L Ovinoy

Rating: everyone
Tags: Dark, Alternate Universe, Adventure
Length: 518

The PRS. What is it? And why are strange ponies attacking Ponyville? I have no idea.

Strange ponies keep attacking Ponyville in groups, failing each time. Every time, one pony is left behind, her only words being the cryptic phrase, "The PRS is responsible." What does this mean? Two ponies mean to find out.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2014-06-24 21:09:47 UTC

1- Introductions

After most of the war party departed, I turned to the accented stallion.

"Excuse me, but I didn't catch your name."

"My name's Whooves. Doctor Whooves. Now, tell me, how did you end up here?"

"I live here," I replied. Doctor looked me over.

"Huh. Don't remember seeing you around. But that's besides the point. I've got to get home."

"Wait," I called as he walked away. "What's the PRS?" He stiffened, then slowly turned around. Then he walked back to me. looking around hurriedly, he whispered,

"Nopony knows, Mr. L. That's why we keep it hush-hush. You'd best not tell anypony until we know what it is." He paused for a moment. "Well, anyway, cheerio!"

I stared after him. How could anypony resist even looking for the PRS? Somepony had to. And that pony was me.

Back in my office at L Industries in Manehatten, I told my secretary not to let anypony disturb me for the rest of the day. Then, I pressed a button under my desk, and the door to a hidden elevator slid open behind me. I went into it, and pushed a button. The elevator closed and began descending. As I stood there, mechanical arms emerged from the ceiling and began to fit my costume on. By the time the elevator reached the bottom level, I was in full costume. I stepped out, looking into a mirror. back at me stared the Mysterious Mare Do Well.

Prologue- Attack

It was another day in Ponyville. I walked down the street, oblivious to what was about to happen. Then the ground started to tremble. everypony started galloping around frantically, screaming.

"What's going on?" I asked the stallion next to me, who didn't seem to be fazed at all.

"An attack. Happens once in a while," he replied in a thick accent. "If I were a successful business-stallion like you, Mr. L, I'd run and hide."

"Wait, who exactly is attacking?!"

"I have no idea."

The ground stopped shaking, and the whole town was filled with a tense silence, like everypony was holding their breath. I guess they were, considering the circumstances. Then I saw them. Standing at the top of the hill was a small band of stallions and mares, dressed in battle armor. I also noticed that a small group of ponies had joined the stallion and I. They were all equipped with weapons and at least an iron helmet each. The ponies at the top of the hill yelled,

"Charge!!" and the battle was on. The stallion standing next to me suddenly rushed forward and began fighting like there was no tomorrow. The battle wasn't bloody or anything, but I felt myself getting very light-headed. I adjusted my tie with my magic and slowly made my way to the park for a drink of water. When I came back, the battle was over, Ponyville emerging victorious. The attack force had retreated, except for one mare. I trotted over in time to hear her say, in a flat voice,

"The PRS is responsible." Then she collapsed on the ground.