Garry's Mod Vs. Equestria 2: War in the North

The day was... Tuesday... I think. The time... was... unknown. Exactly. Sometime in the afternoon, that much I knew. What month was it? August...? No... No, August was last month. This was September. I... think... Yes... September... The school buses are back. The kids are back in school. But... where am I? Why aren't I in school? Oh, right, I finished... I finished that a... a long time ago. But that still leaves me with an unknown location. I'm... I'm in my house... My new house... My old house... it was... it was... burned? No... no, it was demolished... Taken by the bank and torn apart... They left me homeless... for... for a... for a freeway... A damned freeway! But my new house is nice. I'm in a better neighborhood. Better people. No... gangs, or violence. But... where am I? Am I... in my house? Yes. I am. I'm... somewhere... upstairs... Yes... Yes, I'm in my room. I'm in my chair, in front of my computer. My computer... one of the few things I was able to keep. What's on my computer...? I wonder... I can't see it properly, not with my eyes closed. Why are my eyes closed...? Oh... The nightmares...

My... Well, what I called my life... it's over now. My new job works me sixteen hours a day. The money's great, sure. I've never been this well off, but... Between that, and... those... damned... things, I see whenever I close my eyes... I haven't slept in almost two weeks. I get a few minutes of rest on my breaks at work, but, it's not enough. That's why I'm here now. That's why I'm not working. I... I just... It was only for a split second... One God damned second... But it was one second too long. The part wasn't clamped down, and I didn't notice. The second I touched the tool down, it was sent flying... Megan shouldn't have even been out there. She had an office job, at the computer, but... she was walking a blueprint out to me, because I was too damn tired to pay attention to the radio... To hear her calling me in... The doctor said it was quick... painless... But I know what pain looks like... and when I looked into her eyes... I could see nothing... nothing, but pain and fear.

I'm on a "forced vacation" for the next month. That's why I was sitting at my desk, staring into the virtual world of a video game. I thought it would help. It didn't. No matter how much I played... Counter Strike, TF2, not even Gmod could make me forget.

This wasn't my fault. The doctor told me that. My boss told me that. My coworkers told me that. I could see in their eyes that they were lying. They knew it was my fault. They probably wanted to accuse me of murder. Hell, I felt like a murderer. I know I've done things in the past, when I was young and stupid. Terrible things... But nothing like this... Not to somebody like her.

But it wasn't my fault. Even though I had trouble believing it sometimes, I knew it's true. It's their fault. Those stupid little horses. It's their fault. They're the ones that made me do this! They're the ones responsible! Even since I was in that stupid world filled with those evil little monsters... Ever since I met them... met her... my life's been nothing but disaster after disaster after disaster. I can't sleep without having some horrible nightmare about them. I can't talk to anybody without letting one of their names slip and sounding like an idiot. I can't even close my eyes anymore without seeing their hateful little happy faces smiling at me. Mocking me with their happiness and their carefree lives and their... everything!

But I stoped thinking about them. I opened my eyes. I moved one hand to my mouse, and the other hand to my keyboard. I opened Gmod. I selected a map in single player. I started the game.

It's been almost a full twenty four hours since I started playing, and I've done nothing in that entire time but spawn those little abominations and kill them in every way I could possibly think of. I no longer had most of my addons, as I had gone from nearly thirty pages of them to only four in an attempt to make my game run smoother. Now my main source of destruction was the infamous GBombs packs, the ever-popular FA:S 2 sweps, the Siminov's weapons, and, of course, NeuroTech. I also experimented with the fireworks addon, as well as the Pill Pack and a few random addons I found somewhat interesting.

I was actually having fun killing them. What was more, I was smiling. I hadn't smiled since I was in Eques-...

My smile turned into a scowl as I cut the thought off before I could finish the name of that vile place. My feeling of fun was replaced with a grim satisfaction as I looked upon the field of dead bodies. My freshest victim, Celestia--at least the hundredth one I had killed--was lying at my feet. The wings and horn were gone, and most of the body was covered in blood. I had beaten her to death with a sledgehammer. But she was still smiling. Staring at me and smiling that smug little smile. No matter how much I tried, no matter how much I did to her, she wouldn't stop smiling. It made me furious.

My hand curled into a fist, my knuckles cracking loudly. I wanted to punch my computer just to make her go away. I almost did too. But just before I lost control I decided that punching my computer would be a bad idea and directed my fist into my desk instead. I heard something crack in my hand. I didn't care. I kept slamming my fist into my desk, over and over again until the rage was replaced by a cold numbness that spread throughout my body. As I stopped, and my breathing calmed, I was faintly aware of a loud whining-grinding noise. Clutching my twisted and misshapen hand against my chest I looked to where the sound was coming from. I saw my computer tower, and what looked like thin smoke coming from the vent on the side.

With a screamed obscenity involving a shovel and a badger I lunged forward, one hand unplugging the wires on my monitor and the other hand tearing the plug from the wall socket. At least... that's what I tried to do. What actually happened was I lunged forward and my chair rolled backwards, so I slammed my chest into the edge of the desk, with one hand going into the monitor screen and the other going into the tower. I blinked as I stared at my hands, through the computer, or, more accurately, in the computer. "No..." Then I fell backwards, as nothing was supporting me. The last thing I saw was my monitor falling towards my face and a swirling green and red vortex surrounded by a malicious darkness. The feeling of falling, the bite of cold, the howling of wind... then the painful contact with the ground. I could sense, more than feel the deep snow around me. As I looked up--as I had landed on my back--I could see a raging blizzard. Snow violently surged and swirled to and fro above me, fast enough to tear flesh from bone.

"No..." This place was behind me. This place was the cause of everything wrong with me. This place was the reason everything went so horribly, horribly wrong. This was the place I never wanted to see again. This was the place I wanted to forget. This was the place I couldn't forget.

I'm not sure how long I lay there--it felt like hours... days even. The cold had long since seeped through my clothing and had numbed my body. I'm back, was the thought that echoed through my head the whole time. I'm back. I'm back. Like a chant, it repeated. I'm back. I'm back... I'm... back... I'm back... where Celestia is... I thought it, and it stuck. Celestia was in that world. Celestia was accessible. Celestia, who was responsible for everything that happened... was there with me.

I sat up slowly, the action sending pins and needles throughout my body. All it would take was the push of a button. Just a single finger movement, and everything would be set right. It would be slow, painful... Yes... there will be blood. I smiled. The first legitimate smile for months. "Yes..."

That's when I heard the crunching of snow behind me. It was loud, and it sounded as if more than one body was moving. "Yes," I said slowly, turning to face the sound. Three silhouettes were slowly approaching me. Three pony shaped silhouettes. One of them had a horn, I could tell. The other two were large and bulky. So, two normal ponies and a unicorn.

However as they came close enough to see, what I saw was not a unicorn and two earth ponies. What I saw was a horned pony, tall and built with enough muscles to rival a body builder with dark grey armor covering his body, hooves and face, flanked by two huge... creatures. The things looked like ponies, but made entirely of some kind of black crystalline substance, filled with swirling black smoke, and with black, beating hearts in their chests. The actual pony seemed to really see me about the same time I saw him. He looked surprised, but nothing more as he looked me up and down. Finally, he lit his red, curved horn and filled the area with a pale red light. "What are you?" he asked, his voice low and rough, but with a slightly pompous tone.

I smiled at the strange pony in front of me. "I'm the one that's going to turn this planet's surface to glass," I said calmly, almost eerily. I held my right hand out, then gripped the handle of a large machete. The same machete I had used the first time I had been here.

He saw it in my hand. I could tell by his widening eyes.

"You're first," I told him. Then it happened. I surged forward and swung my blade upwards at the same time. I've never moved that fast before. It was like blinking in slow motion. One second I was standing, then I was in front of him, warm blood spraying my chest and face. The cruel blade went right through flesh, bone, and even metal. I looked to the stallion, and what I saw made me smile even wider. His head, from the connection of his neck, was cleaved messily in half vertically. I could see the edges of bones, the red meat of his head, and his brain, still twitching as the last drops of blood spurted out of it. With a wet thump of flesh and a crunch of snow, the stallion's body flopped to the side, leaving only the two large crystal creatures left.

With an unnatural mix of a roar and a screech, the two beasts charged me at once. When they roared, a dark fire burst from their mouths full of sharp crystal teeth, like an open furnace, and their eye sockets held a blood-colored fire. They moved fast, with their bodies rippling like black water as they charge at me.

I couldn't help but laugh at the poor, helpless creatures in front of me. With a flick of my wrist, the machete was transformed. No longer was the mangled blade there, but instead a vicious sword, made from the bumper of a car and a bent tailpipe. With two hands I gripped the sword and pulled it back. I briefly thought about playing with them, but decided against it. I would have plenty of time for that when I got to Celestia.

The crystal creatures let out a furious roar, once again bellowing out those dark flames and showing off those deadly teeth. They were almost upon me, and they were preparing to tear into me with those teeth of theirs.

I swung the sword as hard as I could. What I didn't count on was the crystal they were made of to be hard. The sword did hit them hard, slicing through the front legs of one of them, but only cracking a single leg of the other. I had to jump back to avoid the two of them crashing into me.

The beast with no front legs landed with a crash on its side in the snow, immobile. The second one though, was still very much able to attack, and so it did. It lunged at me, teeth gnashing and flames spouting forth.

I avoided the thing, but just barely. It was faster than I thought possible, it being made of crystal and all. But as fast and big as it was, it was clumsy, especially with a cracked leg. I kept dodging until I saw an opening for attack. When I did, I took it.

It was chasing me relentlessly, biting and lunging at me despite it's nearly broken leg. This went on for almost a full minute before it finally made a mistake. The leg was getting more and more cracked with every lunge, and as it overshot a bite directed at my throat, the leg split right down the side and made it stumble. That's when I moved.

I watched the thing stumble to the side and I knew that this was my chance. I pushed my advantage and got well within biting distance. But before it could do anything to stop me I shot out my leg and kicked the breaking leg as hard as I could. It shattered. I watched the creature fall on its side with a how of pain, and I raised my sword.

It turned its head to looked at me, just as the sword was raised.

I looked into its eyes. "You're next." I swung downward. Hard. The bumper sword went into its neck, nearly going all the way through. I heard it squeal in agony and try to stand back up, or crawl away to save itself, but the sword was stuck, and it wasn't going anywhere. As the seconds ticked by, the thing's struggles got weaker and weaker, until they completely stopped.

I laughed. Loud and wholeheartedly. The first laugh for months. Still chuckling to myself I slowly made my way over to where the second creature was laying in the snow. It was letting out a quiet sound, much like a whimper as I approached it. I looked at the creature, a sneer on my face. "This is your own fault, y'know," I told it. "You could have just run away. But no, you had to be a dick. You just had to attack me."

It turned its head weakly, the dark smoke inside of it leaking from its mouth--as well as its butchered legs after I noticed it was bleeding the stuff. It whimpered at me pitifully, the blood red fire in its eyes now a light blue color.

I snorted at the thing. "You'll get no mercy from me." With that I hefted the weight of a large sledgehammer into my hands.

The thing let out a pleading whimper, as if begging me not to.

I sneered a little bit more. "Don't worry," I said. I watched it make an attempt to get away but ultimately fail, then, with malicious intent, I raised the hammer over my shoulder. "It'll be quick." I then brought down the hammer directly on its side, caving it in with ease.

It let out a bark of agony as it happened, but was soon silenced by the smokey blood gurgling out of its mouth. For a few seconds, it twisted and writhed, but soon died.

I pulled the hammer out and inspected the head of it. A good amount of the smokey blood seemed to be dripping from it, if that was even possible, for smoke to drip. Curiously, I put my hand into the stuff and was surprised to feel nothing but an cool, airy wetness, despite it covering my hand. Still curious, I raised my smoke covered hand to my face and sniffed it, wanted to know what smoke blood smelled like. I soon found out that that was a mistake. The second the black smoke entered my nose I was assaulted by a tremendous headache. Images of... something, flashed inside of my head. A kingdom, magnificent and prosperous, a mare, strong and beautiful, of... something... a disaster... ponies weren't happy anymore, they were in chains, enslaved... The mare was... something was different.

Then, as soon as they were there, they were gone, and all that was left was my headache. I growled angrily at the pain and shook my head to clear the spots. I went to wipe the dark smoke blood from my hand, but only saw a black stain on my skin instead. I shrugged and assumed it had all dripped off. I stepped away from the dead crystal monster, moving out of a thick pool of the smoke blood that was seeping through my pant legs, staining them in doing so, and attempted to make out some kind of direction. Unfortunately I had gotten rid of my admin mods, so I had no power other than the basic spawning of items, so I could neither noclip nor teleport away from this frozen wasteland to get to my target. I was thinking about this when I heard more movement in the blizzard.

Voices. Four or five at least, calling out for somebody.

I answered. "Who's there?!" I shouted over the blizzard.

The voices got louder, and one of them shouted back. "It's the royal guard!" shouted a mare. Soon after, half a dozen ponies--real ponies this time--emerged from the blizzard. It took them a few seconds to really see me, but once they did...

I smiled at them, showing all my teeth as I hefted my large sledgehammer over my shoulder and nodded a greeting. "Howdy there, kids. Could one o' y'all point me in the direction of Canterlot?"