Rarity's New Contacts (FGTS sequel)

Madara trecked forward, looking blankly into the depths of time and space, where his portal had transported him. He began to open up a new portal, which lead to a world of Madara's making. He knew it was far from complete, but he had to make due with what he had. If project Tsuki-No-Me actually worked, this world would be the ideal world for him. It would be like a dream. A dream where you control EVERYTHING...

The world was completely covered in Dark thundercloud, erupting with violent blasts if thunder. Below the clouds sat a large castle, stretching high over the cloud layer. It was a completely black tower, that looked miserable. It reeked of misery and despair. It was said that if you listen closely, you can hear the tower moan in despair, as if it was human. That or it could be the ponies inside undergoing painful experiments.

Madara entered his castle, and after making multiple turns ended up in a giant room, decorated by flags with his face on theme. In the middle of the barren room sat a throne covered in a red cloth. Madara sat on his throne, pondering what should be his next step.

"Lord Madara!" A green mare with yellow eyes and a deep red mane came trotting in rather quickly.

"What is it? It had better be important. I'd that for you to be wasting my time. Not after last time."

"Last time?" The mare asked, confused of his reference.

Madara pointed his hoof to a corner of the room. It was a pile of bones, topped with a skull, all dyed red by blood.

"Was....that Chip Marksman?" The mare asked in a shaky voice.

"Yes. He came in here and wasted my valuable time on something very trivial. I warned him already. He should have thought." Madara said darkly, showing no sympathy for the murder he committed. "Well? What is it?"

"Lord Fusaku said he wished to have an audience with you, my Lord."

"Fine. Escort him in." Madara commanded, shaking his hoof to the door.

After a few minutes, Fusaku walked in, dragging a large bag behind him that was moving, as if something alive was desperately trying to escape. "My Lord, I have, in this bag, the key to getting us the Sharingan of those three defiant cubs." Fusaku said, showing no fear of Madara's presence.

"Well then. This is interesting. You have successfully piqued my interest. Show me." Madara commanded, quickly growing impatient, waiting for him to show him.

"Yes, sir." Fusaku used magic to until the bag and Pinkie Pie fell outward, bound up by ropes and handcuffs. Her mouth was restrained by cloth and she was bleeding in a few areas, staining her normally pink fur. Her hair had deflated.

"Isn't this one of the... "helements of armoury?" Madara asked, getting the name wrong.

"Er... your majesty? They're actually called 'elements of harmony'." The green mare said, correcting him.

"So what? Why do we need her exactly?"

"My Lord, I was thinking we have two options. One, we can use her as bait to lure in the other elements of harmony plus Dark Side, considering he is acquainted with them. Or two, you could use the Tsukyomi to force her to conform to our side. They likely wouldn't fight her, making our plan a lot easier." Fusaku explained, sharing his dastardly plans

"Hmm.. Maybe we could do a combination of both..." Madara thought aloud. While the two plotted against the Mane 6 minus Pinkie, Pinkie Pie was busy bobbing her head up and down, attempting to move the cloth away from her mouth. After several minutes of doing so, she finaly moved the cloth down ontoher neck, giving her freedom to speak.

"I'll never join you! And neither of you are ever invited to my parties ever again!" She exclaimed, failing to express her seriousness.

"Honestly, I don't care." Madara said blankly as he teleported right in front of Pinkie Pie. His eyes turned into the Sharingan and he attempted to look into her eyes. However, Pinkie Pie quickly closed her eyelids, in an attempt to avoid whatever he was going to do.

"Dammit. There's always a difficult one, isn't there? Minute Maid! Come here!" Madara said calling for the green pony from earlier.

"Yes sir?!" Minute Maid said as she saluted him.

"Make her open her eyes. I don't care how, just do it." Madara said, angry at Pinkie's impudence.

Minute Maid followed his orders, and after whispering an apology into Pinkie Pie's ear, she stomped on the side of her had, forcing her head in the ground. The pain was almost enough to make her open her eyes, but after convincing herself this was better than whatever Madara had planned, she squinted her eyes even tighter. Minute Maid forced her hoof downwards even harder, putting 3/4 of her body weight onto Pinkie's temple. This was more than enough for the pitiful-looking mare. She opened her eyes just to see an useful of the Mangekyo Sharingan. She then fell into emptiness in her mind.

As her conscience awoke, she appeared to by lying on top of water in a black lake. As she glanced around after getting up, she saw nothing but black and red and a moon staring down blankly at her. There was nothing here. She was surrounded by nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

NOTHING.

Or so she thought. As she blinked once, she realized that instead of walking on the lake, she seemed to be on a metal plate standing upward. As she glanced around to get an useful of her surroundings, she saw she was in the same place as before.

She also saw nothing was around. She was alone. Nothing else to accompany her.

"Hellooooo??? Anybody heeeerrrrrreeeeee???" Pinkie asked in a voice that was a mix of happiness and fear. Half was happy to try to lighten up the mood. Half was fearful because, well, she was in a dark world by herself. "Hmm. Guess no one else is here. "

[I"ARE YOU SURE ABOUT THAT, PINKIE PIE?!"

Pinkie then heard Madara's voice, but it wasn't coming from an outside force. He must've been in her MIND. Then, Madara appeared in front of her, levitating a sword.

"L-leave me alone!" Pinkie screamed, attempting to kick her feet at him. As she did multiple other exact copies of Madara began to flood the room, appearing everywhere around her. The first one then took his sword and jabbed it straight into her thigh muscle.

"AAAaaaaaaAaaaaAaaaaaAaaarrrrrggggghhhhhhhh. Reassessed!!!" Pinkie's w screamed as one after another, swords dug deep into her skin. It felt like with each jab, time began to slow... meaning she felt every single ounce of pain that erupted from her cuts. "Please! Help!" She cried but it fell on deaf ears.

WELL PINKIE?! WHY DON'T YOU GIGGLE AT THE GHOSTIES?!!!!

Madara's voice came again, mocking her. Pinkie knew now.She has to join him. There is no other option. In this world Madara is in control. In this world Madara has everything.

Madara is everything.

Madara is nothing.

Madara, in this world, if GOD.