ne'er–do–wells of the night watch.

8:12 PM

“WHOALY SHIT!” Mike yelled as water balloons were launched in a barrage at the table he was in cover behind. The table buckled and fell over due to the relentless pelting and and exposed Mike. “Oh uh…” Mike stared down the barrel of the water balloon armed AT-ST. There wasn't an actual barrel, just Fritz and Scott popping out of the hatch, balloons in hand. “Your cornered! Lay down your balloons!” Jeremy yelled. After they ate dinner in a group in a small little restaurant they moved their debauchery to a open park. After buying pounds of balloons and filling them with water fountain water, they split the teams. Mike, Doll and Chris on one team and Scott, Jeremy and Fritz on the other team. Unfortunately, Jeremy owned an AT-ST. Now backup was nowhere to be found. “MIKE DROP THE BALLOONS!” Fritz yelled, as he readied a handful of small balloons and prepped his slingshot. There was no escaping the eternal torment of water that was about to pelt Mike’s face. They also managed to get the side guns to fire water balloons. The laser wires in each was badly damaged in the crash but the guns firing system was operable. They just needed to drop the balloons into the barrel each time to fire a double barrelled tsunami of pain. The AT-ST stood in a menacing pose, ready to fire. Jeremy's happily angry face visible through the hatch. Mike dropped his balloons. The explosions water ice cold, slightly getting his feet cold. Then, just as they were about to end him, he noticed something in the corner of his eye.

A large wagon. Aimed right at the AT-ST. Loaded with heavy metal. The the top of a hill.

“Oh shit.” Mike said, as the cart started to roll down the hill at Mach 1,000,000. By the time they noticed it it was too late. “JEREMY MOVE!” Scott yelled in a vain attempt to stop the immanent walker destabilization. The cart teetered to the left, making a hit on the right leg impossible but was now on a collision course with good ol’ lefty. The walker burst into movement, trying to escape the immanent collapse. Scott and Fritz climbed back into the walker and sealed the hatch. The leg was fucked up as the cart slammed into it, the flimsy scout walker leg unable to compensate for the kinetic force unleashed into its ass. The walker toppled, the yells of panic from the inner passenger spraying everywhere like an exploded can of whipped cream. Picking up his balloons and running over to the walker that was flat on the left side, he met up with Chris and Doll. They armed up and opened up the hatch, the second it opened water was everywhere. Good thing AT-STs are water proof. It was a massacre. Fritz, Scott and Jeremy never stood a chance. There soaked corpses were hauled out of the walker, piled up and lit on fire. Kidding. They were placed near a fire so they wouldn't die of hypothermia. “Now…” Doll said, looking at the tipped behemoth. “How do we lift it up?” Chris and Mike felt like idiots. Why didn't we think about that? We already made the plan the knock it down…

“We could just turn on the auto-stabilizers and set it right side up.” Chris uttered. “We could use that crane over there.” He said, pointing to a nearby crane around a construction site. It wasn't enormous, just a bit above the size of the walker and was being used to help build a small cottage. It looked abandoned so… No harm done? “Alright.” Mike said. “Chris come with me. Doll, honey, make sure they stay down.” Doll saluted and Chris and Mike headed out. The crane was on wheels so that made their jobs easier. Getting into positions, they pushed the crane with as much strength inside them as possible and eventually got it to the walker. It was less heavy than the walker, that's for sure. Chris climbed up the ladder into the control booth and sat in the chair. “Well… This is really simple.” There was a lever for down and up, and a joystick for movement. “It's like the claw game thing.” He muttered as he moved it into position above the walker’s head. Dropping the claw, it grabbed hold of the walker and lifted up up a few feet. The walker auto stabilized and cross dropped it, it but the ground and didn't fall. “Job well done Chris.” He patted himself on the back and climbed back down the ground. “Awesome. Now let's see how they like it.” Mike said, as he climbed inside to meet the already on-board Doll. Chris climbed the walker and sat on top. “Engage pelting.” Mike said as he aimed the head of the scout towards the slumped like of losers. A pressing the button on the top of the stick, a loud THUNK was heard, like when you fire a grenade launcher. Looking out the hatch Mike noticed that everyone was gone. “Hey… They aren't there anymore.” Mike said and awaited for a response. After not getting one he turned around.

A grin and purple was all he saw before he blacked out.

…..

“So this is the spell?” Luna asked her sister. They stood in the royal Canterlot library, much like they were for the past week or so looking for a spell to send the humans home. “Yes. But… We never asked them if they wanted to leave.” Said Celestia. They stood behind a desk, looking down into a dusty old spell book written by none other that that old bearded bitch himself. He spell described a way to transport being back to a location they memorized. Simple as 1, 2 and 3. “We should go find them to ask now shouldn't we?” Luna asked. “Indeed. I'll send out a squad of guards to find them.” Celestia nodded to the servant near the door, who quickly ran out of the room.

…..

Scott awoke to a gunshot and concrete dust falling onto his slumped over body. “Wuh..?” He slurred out as he opened his eyes. The group was all together and all facing inside a circle. It was too dark to see anything outside of the dim light shining on all of them. They were tied to wooden chairs and unable to move anything except their heads. ‘Oh this is bad.’ Scott thought as he struggled to break his restraints until a tap was heard and metal touched the back of his head. A gun. But that would mean…

“I wouldn't try that if I were you.”

“Vincent…” Scott said in disbelief and disgust. “How are you alive?” Vincent stepped into the light, bloody stained clothes and gun and bloods hatchet in hand. “I could ask you the same thing.” Scott looked down at the axe… Something ticked in his head. “You…” Vincent shrugged. “Yeah well who else could it be?” Vincent said in sarcasm. Dropping the axe in the middle of the circle. He faced the inside of the circle and clapped loudly. “Alright kids enough napping time!” Everyone awoke with a jump, but after realizing who was with them their expressions changed. Mike immediately tried to kill him, Doll tried to clam him down, Fritz stared in hatred at him and Jeremy shook in fear. “Alright. Now for the main event.” Vincent flicked the safety off the handgun and without hesitation shot Scott in the left knee. He yelled out in pain and vainly attempted to break out of the ropes again. “Not so fast.” Vincent yelled and shot his other  knee. Scott yelled out in more pain and fell unconscious due too blood loss and trauma. Jeremy was almost crying. Fritz sat solemnly. Mike shouted death threats at Vincent, but wasn't phased. He levelled the gun at Scotts head and moved his head next to Scott’s head and whispered.

‘See you in hell.’

Th shell casing clattered of the checkered tiled floor. Jeremy slouched over crying. Vincent kicked Scott's body over like garbage. “Who's next?” Nobody said anything, but let their tears come down their faces. “Right you.” Vincent said, levelling the gun at Mike. “You were supposed to die along time ago, Michael.” He put emphasis on his name. Vincent leaned over to his face. “Time to finish it.” Doll tried to plead with him, but it was too late. The gun was already at eye lever, pressed against the bridge of Mike’s nose.

“Sorry Mi-“ the gun was knocked out of his hand but an unseen force. Vincent turned to his left and saw who it was.

Freddy.

His eyes were pinpricks and smoked. Eventually 2 more and a half pairs of eyes joined behind him in the dark. Vincent was terrified. The animatronics couldn't enter the safe room. How were they here?! “Listed pal.” Freddy said in a child-like voice. “We D-d-don’t take k-kill-kindly to bully's.” Freddy pounced Vincent, holding him to the ground. “Hey B-Bonnie! Bring our friend his new C-costing would ya?’” One of the sets of eyes quickly nodded and ran off. The other 2 stepped into the light. Foxy and Chica. Chica walked over to Scott's body and untied him and held up his body like a mom holds a baby. The souls inside of Chica tried to speak sympathy, but only came out in the generic programmed lines. “Sorry about your son! I'm sure some love could heal his boo-boo real fast!” Jeremy cried more and Mike dropped his head. Chica set him down in a peaceful position and stood in a respectful position. Mike was scared, as were the rest, of the should be killer animatronics. Foxy walked over to Mike and his eyes  suddenly got to a super intense black and releasing smoke like an engine. Mike braced for a quick death but only got a pair of hard arms wrapped around him. Foxy had hugged him. “I'm sorry lad. I never meant ta’ bring you any harm.” Mike felt at peace knowing the Fox didn't want him dead, but actually felt sorry for what he had done. “I forgive you.” Mike said and Foxy went to un-thing everyone. Vincent yelled for them to help as soon as the scraping of the wire filled Freddy suit was dragged into the room. Bonnie opened up the front and laid it back down next to Vincent. “Good t-to go F-Freddy!” Bonnie said. Freddy picked up the panicking Vincent and looked him in the eyes. “Sorry mister Endo-I-Imposter. It's just p-p-olicy.” Freddy moved his body on top of the open suit and the four animatronics gathered around, each placing their hands somewhere to help cram their tormentor into their own personnel hell. Vincent screamed one last time before they shoved him into the suit. Torso first. He screamed in agony, it echoing through the mask. Mike held Doll and they Stood next to Scott's body. Jeremy held Fritz and Fritz held back. As soon as the screams started they stopped. His throat was impaled on the inner mouth working of the suit. The outer shell was sealed in and the blood was poured everywhere. It was a red room. The animatronics shut off and sat there. “What now?” Fritz asked. “We bury Scott.” Mike said as they hoisted up Scott's body and carried him to the did king hall. When they got there a group of ponies was waiting. Royal Guards. 2 of them quickly ran outside and came back with paramedics and took Scott's body. Ruined and saddened expressions plastered on their face.

“You’ll need to come with us.” One of the guards said to the mournful group. “The Princesses have found a way to get you home.”

Scott wouldn't be going home. If he was, in a body bag. Unfortunatley.