September
A lone pony stood up, his legs wobbling. He was covered in dirt and grime, his vision was blurred. Despite his inability to make out shapes of any kind, he seen brown blobs with orange-red blobs on top of it moving around. His sense of smell and what he could register off of his vision, he came to the one most possible conclusion. There was a fire. Not just one, but as he looked around, the blobs of color were everywhere. The town he was in was burning to the ground.
The pony, his coat an ash-grey color, his hair a light electric blue, with the endings dyed red. The pony had a set of light blue headphones on, and his cutie mark was a tombstone. Due to all the dirt and grime however, the rest of his cutie mark was covered. The pony slapped himself and struggled to wake himself up. After a few slaps, his vision snapped back into place. The sight laid out for him to see was heart breaking. The town was not only burning to ashes, but there were ponies that littered the streets of the town. Each pony was on the ground. Each pony was dead.
The pony shook his head, and tried his best to block out the images he just witnessed, but with no avail. “What…happened…?” The pony asked no pony in particular. He began to walk through the corpse filled streets, wincing when he would touch a dead pony. At one point, he accidently stepped on a dead pony’s chest, effectively crushing the poor pony’s ribcage. The wet, sickening sound echoing, and cause the grey pony to throw up. He continued down, and on the way, found a burning calendar. It was the month of September.
“I-I can’t remember…what happened in September. Now it’s dark…I’m... So…alone…” The pony said quietly. Then in a fit of rage, had yelled “WHERE THE HELL IS EVERYPONY?!” Then he began to tear.
“I…I j-just want to know the story…” He called out, sobbing into himself.
The pony kept going. Kept on going to get out of the town. ‘There might be dead ponies everywhere here, but I need to see if anypony else from, anywhere survived.’ As the pony kept on walking, he passed a few places he thought he knew, but dismissed the thought. First place he seen was a bakery. The bakery that possibly resembled a gingerbread house was now gone. The thought occurred as the surviving pony passed an unusual wreak, instead of wood, it was burnt gingerbread, cooked as if it was left in oven for far longer than anything edible can handle. Second occurrence was a large destroyed home, its shape being a circle. The daunting fact that made him try to remember was the various junk among the home. It seemed to be composed of a destroyed pony mannequin, the print from this fabric, most likely a dress, was imbedded into the mannequin due to the heat. The design on the fabric was composed of three colors: Blue, Purple, and Green. Since this was merely a patch of fabric, the pony assumed it was part of a rainbow, a large rainbow dress. Continuing down, was a large tree. The tree was burning, due to it being a tree, the pony managed to sneak a look into the tree to find the contents inside, books to be more precise, were being protected from the flames by some kind of barrier. They worked hard, but not hard enough. Eventually, the flames broke through, engulfing every single thing into its flames. The pony got out of the town, and looked back to a fading, crumbling, sign that stated: ‘Welcome to Ponyville. Where friendship is magic!’ Various letters were missing from it.
The pony came to a split fork in the road. Then decided to go left. A big mistake however, as the pony found himself at a dead end. While, not necessarily, there was a ruined bridge that led to a beat-up cottage. The pony, even if he wanted to, couldn’t inspect it, as the water was too strong to let him cross. When he turned to return to the fork, he couldn’t help but notice a small cross + on the side of the road. As the pony bent down to inspect it, he could see small chisel marks.
The spelling was horrible, some letters were backwards, as if done by a small woodland creature. He could only think of a bunny
The cross + was tilted. For respect, he fixed it. He was careful not to step on the grave…although he never seen or felt a bump indicating a grave, he was still careful.
The pony returned to the fork in the road and went right this time around. This time he came to a large area, with acres of dying and dead apple trees. Rotten and bruised apples lay around the fields. There was an awfully large barn. It’s red paint peeling off. The pony goes closer and see no pony's body, but proof that someone was there was existent. In one room was old fashion décor, with a eerily slow rocking chair still moving. Next was a casual room, a…errr… puller of sorts, which goes around your neck, was hanging on a clothes rack. Then, there was a small fillies’ room, papers scattered but most black and unreadable. There was a no evidence of something being there, if not counting the papers. The last room was causal, looking around, was a light brown Stetson hat on the bed. The pony lifted it and seen under the hat, a large red bow, and a note. The note was new and had not been read:
Dear big sis:
It’s my birthday today! I’ll finally be eight! I think I’m old enough now to go crusading with Scootaloo and Sweetie Belle early, so if I’m not in my room, then don’t worry! Here AJ, you can take my old bow to remember me by. I wanna grow up to be just like you and wear a cool hat too! Ummm… I would write more, but I don’t seem to have a cutie mark on writing, so… yeah. At least I can write with no accent, but I still have it.
Your little sis forever,
Applebloom
The pony folded the paper and put it upon the bed, the hat above it and the bow at the very top. The sad thing is that this Applebloom’s sister didn’t even get the gift from her little sister, on her birthday.
The grey pony exited, and looked up. Cloudsdale was up in flames. That must mean that this devastation was wide spread.
He began his journey to Canterlot. Talking to himself. “I still can’t remember…what happened in September, when everypony died.” His stopped to think. Then continued. “It’s easy to see that the ponies were defeated. By something….” During his walk, there were no interesting sights or sound to be heard. In fact, it was so silent, it was creepy. The sun had been up for a good twenty four hours, why…?
Oh Damn. Don’t tell me that the princesses are…. The pony then broke into a gallop and went straight to Canterlot.
Canterlot did not fare any better than back there; the only difference is that these are high-class douchebags compared to regular ponies. The streets were the same, the fire and such. The pony then came to the royal Canterlot castle. Which the pony entered with ease, due to the lack of royal guards. As the pony walked down the hall, his only company being his echoing footsteps. Just then, like a surge of electricity, he gets flashback, a memory of some sort… there were two ponies, one had black and red hair, and the other was him.
The other pony was laughing manically, and proclaimed, “Finally, finally it’s done…” He laughs harder this time. “IT’S FINALLY DONE!” he yelled.
I was pointing a hoof at him, and the entire Equestrian Royal Guard was after him as I yelled toward him, “Stop him! STOP HIM! He’s trying to kill us all!” While guards rushed him in an attempt to stop him.
He laughed yet again, “No…NO! I’m going to SAVE you! I’M GOING TO SAVE YOU ALL!! DON’T YOU TRY TO STOP ME!!!” He hissed at me.
He was back to reality… “I…Regained a small memory…out of nowhere. My gut is telling me this is much worse then what I knew.” There was that other pony, who’s the cause for all of this, him and his damn creations, what was up with him? He believed he could save us. Although he lead us to our doom. It reminded me of a phrase I once knew. I think it went something along the lines of ‘the one that tries to end something will postpone and help it, while the one that tries to help will end up bringing up doom.’
Just then, the rest of the memory came rushing back and flooding by brain with all this knowledge I had not expected
“This is your redemption day everypony!” The dammed manic preached. “GO AWAY FROM ME!! STAY AWAY FROM ME!!” he then yelled. And yelled out “GO AWAY FROM ME!!!” once more, this time, with him laughing as he said it. “YOU CAN’T JUDGE ME NOW!!!”
“YOU SEE THIS BUTTON HERE?!” He screamed, pulling a button out. “I’M GONNA PRESS IT!”
Indeed he did. With the press of that button, all hell was unleashed upon Equestria. Explosives, it was called, rockets he called them. The scientist had been a promising young man, creating ‘rockets’ and ‘nuclear energy’ he did things, such as splitting an atom, and creating nuclear power. Amazingly, due to special molecules in this world’s atmosphere, radiation was something that wouldn’t become a problem. Although on day he locked himself in his lab. At first people just thought he was pissed, and then they thought he had an important project or something to do. But after a week, they started to worry. Fellow scientists and friends would call out to him and try to get him to come out. After the second week, however, someponys declared him dead, while others were suspicious. On the third week, some of the conspirators and royal guards raided the lab, where they found countless numbers of his nuclear rockets.
“Hey!? What the hell is this?!” The leader of the group yelled out.
The scientist turned around to look at his guests. “It’s my toy collection”
“Hey! Shuttup! We’re taking you in and placing you under arrest!” The leader called out to him.
“For what?” The Scientist asked.
“For terroristic threatening! This is a safety violation, and this is the biggest one!” Just as he finished saying that, everypony was strapped into a long, metal, barbed wire beds.
“You forgot pony abuse and mutilations…specimen.”
The pony returned to reality. ‘How do I know this? He asked himself…then it all came together..
“I just remembered what happened in September…” He smiled insanely.
“I’M THE ONE WHO KILLED THEM ALL!! I SURVIVED THE WHOLE DOWNFALL!!!”
The pony, laughing, back with his memories, continued up the royal castle, to the princesses’ bedrooms, there was Celestia, holding Luna. Unmoving. The pony went up to them and separated them, and put them side by side on the edge of the bed, facing him. He grabbed Celestia’s muzzle.
“Nice to have you back again sweetie….” He said, having her mouth it.
He did the same to Luna “Yay. Welcome back brother….”
The ash grey pony slammed the two lifeless bodies to the floor. Then turned around.
“Your world is next. HUMAN.”
Author’s comment: Your call on if the Mane Six is dead or not, they were not seen, but at the same time, their bodies were not found, “But what about Fluttershy?!?!?!” Shattup, notice the part where the pony fails to recognize a lump. Maybe Angel assumed the worst, made the cross, put it there and left. “But how will they survive!?!?” OH SWEET CELESTIA, MAKE IT UP, THEY COULD BE ON EARTH FOR ALL I CARE.
