ne'er–do–wells of the night watch.

by Sloopity Doopity

Rating: mature
Tags: Crossover, Human
Length: 27302

The worst group of people ever are in Equestria. Fnaf.

Squeekquel: Because you want to read more shit.

Mike, the angry guy who doesn't have a frontal lobe.
Jeremy, the shy goody-two-shoes.
Fritz, the fat one that's never there.
Scott, or PG, the only sane one. With a phone head.
Vincent, he's a crazy murderer. And he's purple.

Together or not, these angry upset night watchmen are charged with the duty of running a pizzaria in a magical horse land called 'Equestria'. Will the animatronics be too much for them to handle on their own? Or will Equestria be doomed to death by pizza.

Twilight and her friends have one one chance to make sure they don't kill everypony. Especially Vincent. He's a killer… That will probably be harder.

Oh and there's Chris. He's a janitor.

[ Loosley based off the Rebornica lore. Story art was edited together by me. ]

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-05-20 22:39:48 UTC

Chapter 1: Worse Than an Alarm Clock.

Across the apple orchard, there lay a single man. Sleeping, so calm and happy. Nobody to disturb him.

Except the apple that fell on his head.

“YOU SHITHEAD APPLE.” The man yelled, shooting up and stomping on the apple, squashing it and smearing apple liquids all over his shoe.

This, was Mike Schmidt.

After his little episode, Mike looked around. Noticing nothing familiar. How did he get here? Last time he checked he was sleeping in an office chair. Now he was outside surrounded by apples and nasty shit. A snap came from behind him as he picked an apple off the tree, flipping around and throwing the apple at the source of sound, he noticed what it was.

It was a tiny little yellow horse. With red hair or whatever and a bow tie. It wiped off its face and stared at Mike. Mike stared at it. Mike May have seemed like a tough asshole on the outside (which he really was mostly) but on the inside he was intrigued by the thing. Mike made it his mission to out stare the horse thing that was sweating profoundly.

Eventually he got bored.

“BOO!” He yelled right in the pony’s face, scaring the colours (literally) off it. It screamed so loud as it ran off. scared off all the birds… Mike’s eardrums were still ringing. He started walking off, heading down a path in the orchard. After a bit he started humming the tune to Freddy’s music box. It was a song he hear a lot. Mike almost died a lot on his early nights at Fazfucks.

Voices came from down the path, Mike assumed it might have been more horse things. Should he try to talk with them? They sounded like they were speaking English. At this range it was hard to tell. Playing it safe he jumped off the side of the path into the bushes.

2 pony things walked down the path. A butter yellow one with… Wings? And a regular orange one.

“What the hell…” Mike whispered to himself.

When they were gone far enough down the path he climbed out of the bushes onto the path.

“Hey I see it!” A voice came from the sky, Mike turned around to see what it was. He never saw it. A rainbow blur shot down towards him, slamming into his chest with enough force to knock him down. And unconscious.

.....

Jeremy woke in a forest that everybody could describe as “holy shit, this is spooky.”

He put on his hat and neglected the fact that he wasn't with his teddy bear and set off in or out of the forest, with barley and light he took the flashlight off his belt and started to walk through the forest.

“What would Mike do..?!” Jeremy continued asking himself, Mike was the brother Jeremy never had and they were almost polar opposites. Jeremy continued his fridge throughout the dark swampy rainforest until he found a small house with painted masks on the walls. Jeremy immediately thought the worst and imagined himself getting eaten by cannibals inside the house.

‘Better safe than sorry…’ He thought as he walked around the house and down a path that was connected to it. Eventually he heard a loud scream and ran towards were it came from. While he was running, the dark canopy of the forest cleared up and he found a smushed up apple at the edge of an apple orchard. Looking around he found a name tag that was face first in the dirt. Picking it up and brushing it off it became apparent at it was Mike’s name tag. Jeremy smiled, knowing that Mike was nearby if his name tag was here. He was also happy that he wasn't alone in a world with cannibals and spooky forests. He heard running coming from down a the path and looked towards it.

Colourful horses. Jeremy's worst nightmare.

“AHH!” He screamed and strayed to run, but was caught shortly after in what appeared to be a purple force field around his body. One of the horse things, a white one shot something out of it… UNICORN HORN?! OH GOD!

The sparkle touched Jeremy and his strength fell, albeit without a fight. Then He was sound asleep.

…..

Fritz awoke on a soft bed, not unlike his own. As his senses returned, his nose was flooded with the scent of flowers and green tea. He opened his eyes and found he wasn't in his bed, but instead in some sort of shaman hut, unusual but beneficial. He stood up and straightened out his glasses. He walked over to a window to check out wherever he was and did not like what he saw.

‘Oh gosh. This place is terrifying.’ He though to himself as he saw the surrounding dark swampy forest, until the scent of boiled potatoes filled his nose. Immediately drawn to the scent and away from the window he found potatoes sitting in the mixing pot in the middle of the small hut. Resisting the urge to eat the delicious foods, he looked around to tell him where exactly he was.

There was a note set down on a table across the room. Fritz made his way over to it and picked it up and read it;

‘Dear Zecora.

We request you return to the tribe for the summer, as it is a time for celebration and what celebration is wonderful without the village shaman? Please come home soon. The children would love to hear about Equestria as much as I would.

Tribe leader Red Smoke.’

“Huh. I guess these potatoes are for me then.” Fritz said, taking the steamy potatoes out of the vat with care. Fritz brought them up to his face and took a bite.

Best potatoes he ever had. Fritz had a bad  habit of checking the cameras when he filled in for that other guy… Jeremy I thing his name was. I guess it also applied to windows because he continued looking out them. Eventually he saw Jeremy outside the window and almost choked on the bite of potato in his mouth. As he was about to yell out to get is attention, his body froze up and he fell to the floor, a note landing next to him that was inter the letter he read.

‘ P.S, don’t eat the potatoes. They have a temporary spell mixed in them to freeze up all muscles for about and hour.’

‘Dirty no good potatoes…’ He thought before falling asleep because he had nothing better to do.

Fritz awoke a few hours later to a familiar sounding scream.

…..

Scott was running full speed through a dark creepy forest. Turns out wolves made of wood hate phones. What a bunch of racists. The wolf pounced and clawed into his lower right leg, causing him to yell in pain and fall.

“AH FUCK!” He smashed his back off the dirt, popping the phone off his head. The wolf pounced on him again, ready for kill until a potato hit him in the head. Feeling around he felt a… Knife? Why was there a knife here? Picking it up and trying to stand he got a look at who threw the potato. Fritz. They met once.

The wolf jumped on him again, potato pelting was ineffective! Getting a grip on the hand of the knife, he swung it around into the wolfs lower jaw, going into the bottom and out the top. The wolf howled in agony until a purple blob tackled of into the bushes.

Scott stood back up and Fritz walked next to him.

“No…” Scott whispered to himself.

“What?” Fritz asked a little scared.

“It's him.” He said, dropping the knife on the ground.

“Hey mister ring ring…”

The wolf sappy shrapnel exploded out of the bush, along with a murderer. “Who's that?” Fritz asked.

“IT DOESN’T MATTER JUST RUN!” Scott yelled and grabbed Fritz’s arm and ran out of the forest.

Vincent grabbed the knife off the ground and ran after them.

They burst out of the forest, into the open sunny plains. Spotting a barn and farmhouse in the distance they made a full blown sprint towards it, Vincent just walking out of the tree-line.

Eventually they heard multiple sets of footsteps behind them, flipping around they saw a group of 6 horse things carrying Mike, Jeremy and Vincent, who were all unconscious.

“OH GOD!” Scott yelled, tripping and getting knocked out, while Fritz continued running until he was also hit by a purple bolt of light.

Chapter 2: Shaw Shank Redumbtion. [ Combined With Chapter 3 ]

Mike woke up, apparently being the last to do so because Jeremy was awake next to him, Scott was trying to break down a door with fritz or whatever his name was and Vincent was in a corner. After examining their surroundings they established they were in a barn, left with some apples and they have been captured by flying wizard horses in horse land.

“It's not the weirdest thing I've ever seen.” Scott said, looking over to Vincent, who just did his trademark smile. Jeremy fumbled around with the flashlight and eventually every just sat down up agains a wall in a line. Fritz bit into an apple, the flavours exploded in his mouth as his tastebuds each had an individual orgasm.

“THE APPLES ARE SO GOOD.” He said as if eating the apples would save their lives. He handed one to everyone and they sat in scilence, eating apples.

“Did anybody notice and escape route?” Mike asked, tired of sitting on hay already.

“The lock on the window is almost broken. If we has some sort of large object we could break it.” Scott said.

Everybody looked at Fritz.

“You guys are assholes."

…..

The ponies sat at a table outside of the barn, the princess had told them the guards had noticed an unmarked building inside the city and searched it for any owners or employees. In their minimal search of the building they found employee files for 4 staff members. Joke of which were ponies. Tracking them using and elaborate spell, hey were located around Ponyville and sent to ‘acquire’ them. The princess didn't want to take any chances and made sure they had to be locked in the barn and left with some food.

“What even are they?” Rarity asked Twilight, who was madly flipping through a book. “There outfits were nice. Except the purple one…” Rarity shivered at the thought of the purple uniform Vincent wore.

“Not sure. They appear to be humans.” Twilight said, sounding a bit unsure of herself.

“Aren't those extinct?” Fluttershy asked, being the animal whisperer and best friend she is.

“That's the thing. The aren’t anymore of those are humans.” Twilight said. “We should probably do a double check of the barn.” Twilight said closing her book and receiving a huff from Applejack. She assured Twilight the barn was safe as the Canterlot vault, but Twilight had to make sure. The mares circled the barn until they heard a countdown from inside. Above them was a window on the side of the barn.

“3!”

The ponies stepped back. “That doesn't sound good…” Fluttershy said.

“2!”

The ponies stepped even further back.

“1!” They all yelled from inside, louder than before.

“AAAASSSS-

The window smashed open and someone flew out like a sack of potatoes.

“-HOOOOOOOLLLLES!”

Fritz hit the ground and didn't get up. He wasn't in pain, well… He was. But he just didn't want to get up.

Everyone else climbed out the window and jumped onto the dirt. A few feet away from the ponies.

Mike helped Fritz up and they got in a line, put on the angriest faces and poses possible and waited for the ponies to make a move.

Mike cracked his knuckles.

Jeremy got his flashlight in whacking position.

Fritz grabbed some apples and readied his arm.

Scott took the phone off his head and held it like a sword.

Vincent drew a knife.

Then Chris walked up.

“What's going on here?” He asked.

“Chris shut up and help us beat up horse things.” Mike said, pulling Chris into the line.

“Okay.”

Chris got his mop in the light-sabre position.

The ponies gulped, but nevertheless were ready for a fight.

Twilight stood across from Scott and readied her magic.

Applejack stood across from Mike and reader her hind legs for bucking.

Pinkie stood across from Fritz and aimed a cannon of confetti at his face.

Fluttershy stood across from Jeremy and they waved to each other.

Rarity stood across from Vincent and readied a barrage of needles. Vincent immediately paled at the sight.

Rainbow Dash stood across from Chris, and readied for an air assualt.

They all readied their weapons and waited for a move… Anything for a reason to attack.

And then AJ pawed the ground. Everybody took this as a threat and collided with each other.

.....

Mike and AJ were rolling around in just… A ball. Sucking in anything around them just for the point of beating the crap out of one another.

Chris was swinging his mop (what a fucking amazing weapon by the way) blocking every kick Rainbow sent at him, shocking and making Rainbow more determined.

Pinkie aimed her part cannon at Fritz, who had no idea it shot confetti. “OH JESUS!” He yelled, tossing an apple at Pinkie with some much force it launched her back into the orchard. Fritz looked down at his arm.

“Too bad I don’t play baseball.”

Rarity continued poking Vincent with needles. He was curled up on the ground screaming in fear. Strong traits for a murderer.

Scott was charging Twilight, who would occasionally fire a blot of magic back at him.

And through it all…

Fluttershy and Jeremy were sitting down, hugging without even knowing.

…..

Eventually everyone ended up sitting at different picnic tables. Eating apples again. Drinking apple juice. Bleeding.

Mike took of his hat and everyone gasped.

“What?” He asked. It looked like everyone was looking over him.

“What?!” He demanded, looking at everyone.

“Mike… T-theres b-b-blood coming out of yo-your stitches…” Jeremy said.

Mike wiped the frontal part of his head, smearing a ton of blood on his sleeve. It didn't really matter, his uniform was already caked in dirt.

“Oh boy.” He said, going back to eating an apple.

Fluttershy hopped off the table the ponies were seated at and walked over to Mike. She was the only one who seemed to think they weren't the bad guys. And for good reason. They got locked in a barn.

“Um… Excuse me…” Fluttershy tried to remember what is name was. “Mike..?” She said, Mike looked over to her.

“Yeah?” He said, seemingly calm.

“Why do you have stitches?” When she said ‘Why do’ all the guards lost their shit, trying every gesture to get he to stop.

“My best friend murdered me when I was a little kid.” He said with no emotion and went back to eating his apple.

Fluttershy was extremely saddened by the fact that someone's best friend tried to kill them. Unfortunately, none of the other ponies heard him, so Fluttershy will probably have to tell them. She went and at back down.

“What about his stitches Fluttershy? Why does he have them?” Rainbow immediately asked when she sat down.

All the ponies were eager to hear Mike’s amazing tale of the bite of 87’.

“His best friend killed him when he was a just a child…” She said, making everypony confused.

“Wait… If he got murdered as a kid why is he alive right now?” Twilight asked.

“I don’t know…” Fluttershy said.

Twilight went over to Mike to ask him.

“Hey. How are you alive if you got killed?” She said in the most ‘in your face’ tone.

“Because the soul of a little girl HE murdered,” he pointed at Vincent “and possessed me and kept me alive. I'm like her dad.” Mike said, scaring and making Twilight almost cry at the thought.

She went back to her table and told everypony.

Mike felt around his pockets until he felt the soft lump on his right pocket, pulling out his toque and putting it on his head to cover up the stitches without wearing that hat.

“What are we waiting for again?” Scott yelled over to the ponies table.

“The princess!” Twilight yelled back.

…..

Earlier…

A letter popped in princess Celestia’s face and she caught it with her magic, unravelling it she was furious at the words on it.

‘Hey princess. No time for formalities. Send help. The employees are human and they escaped and there standing with weapons in-front of us. Help.’

“Assemble a chariot and a squad of elites.” She said, closing her eyes and dropping the letter.

“May I ask why?” A servant asked.

The princess opened her eyes with newfound Agnes at the thought these people could hurt her student.

“Were going to Ponyville.”

Chapter 4: Princesses and Powers.

Vincent took a bite out of the apple in front of him, even tho most of the apple was stabbed up.

‘Just wait horse people. I'll add you're names to my list when I actually have paper and blood to write with.’ He thought, licking the knife and gaining the most ‘what the fuck are you doing’ looks from literally everyone around him.

Twilight was sitting alone at the once ponies table, everypony else went to talk to the guards. She was writing a letter to the princess to tell her not to come and that they had everything mostly under control. When she was about done finish the letter a busy of wind beep down with enough force to push her head and disrupt her magic, dragging the quill across the paper and ripping it.

Looking up, she spotted the princesses’ two chariots.

“Uh oh…” Scott said as him and the other guards got up as well as the ponies. A bright white burst of magic fired out of the chariot, slamming into Vincent and knocking the air out of him and his ability to stand. All the guards took this as an offensive action and flipped the table for cover and grabbed whatever they could. Most of their weapons consisted of apples and handfuls of small rocks.

Jeremy was the only on who didn't immediately jump into cover and ran over to drag Vincent to cover.

“COME OUT COWARDS!” A loud voice echoed throughout the farm, shaking the trees and forceing all the guards to hold the table up, but in the end it was useless as the whole table was end enveloped in a dark blue aura and was immediately ripped to shreds, revealing all the guards.

“Oh shit.” Scott said before dusting himself off.

Before them stood 2 big super wizard horses that were definitely bigger than the rest. There was a black white one, with a mane that breezed like a shampoo commercial and a mark of the sun on her butt.

The same went for the dark blue one mostly, same slow-motion shampoo hair and a mark of a crescent moon instead of a sun and was a bit shorter.

They were both in sets of armour that matched their coast colour and were surrounded by at least 10 smaller white ponies covered in armour of the same gold-ish colour. Looking around they spotted the 6 ponies they promptly fought peeking through the barn door at them.

Twilight pushed passed her friends and squeezed out the door and her friends followed her, they ran over to stop Celestia and Luna from ‘mashy-spike-plating’ the gentlemen.

“Princess stop!” Twilight yelled and got her to drop the spell, but nope, Luna still kept here held strong.

Celestia looked over to Twilight and her friends and immediately noticing the small amount of bandages and bruises on each of the 6 ponies her eyes went into a blinding white and she grabbed all the guards in he magic and squeezed them together.

Mike had his cheek pressed right next to Jeremy’s.

“Hey Jeremy.”

“Hey Mike.”

[ awkward scilence ]

“Are we about to die?”

“Yes my son.”

At that, the clump of guards was tossed into the flimsy barn wall and smashing into the barn. Fortunately for them they landed on a pile of hay. Relatively ok, Scott felt around his picked until he felt the hard object on his hip, unbuckling the holster and pulling out the 1911 handgun he brings in since a break-in and loaded it.

Mike felt around his body for anything he could use as a weapon until he felt an iPad mini sized tablet in his inside pocket. Opening the picked, he pulled out the pizzerias camera tablet, but found it didn't have any signal and had the option to close the camera connection system. Doing so, it revealed 2 options. An icon to open the cameras again, and something called ‘Dupe’, Mike opened the newfound app and got a simple screen that said ‘scan item to dupe’ the only thing below it was a continue button, tapping it the app activated the camera.

“Scott pass me the gun…” Mike said and stuck his hand out.

“Why?” He asked.

“Scott just pass me the fucking gun.” Mike said, looking at him.

Scott dropped the gun in his hand and Mike set the tablet on a box in the corner.

“Hello?”

Everyone looked towards the door, not bothering to respond. Mike popped a bullet out of the magazine and set it down beside the clip on the box. Picking up the tabled, Mike aimed the camera at the 2 objects and pressed the white circle to take a picture. The camera clicked and a new screen popped up and read ‘aim camera at empty ground to dupe scanned object(s)’ doing so, Mike aimed the camera at a empty circle of dirt. Pressing the camera circle again, it seemed like a flash any just went off and blinded all the guards. When they could see again, a clip of ammo next to a single bullet sat in the empty spot. All the guards looked at it awestruck.

“I'm making more guns right now.” Mike said, loading the bullet back in the clip and inserting it in the gun to repeat the process.

…..

Fritz felt around him to see if he had any cool shit. When he felt his right pant pocket, he pulled out a twix bar. Pulling it out he immediately felt the spot be filled again. Reaching in again he pulled out a kit-kat.

“Holy shit.” He said as he continued pulling out random candies out of his pocket. “UNLIMITED CANDY!” He screamed like a mad man.

…..

Vincent felt around until he felt a small spray can, pulling it out of the locked ouch on his shirt the can was labeled ‘disintegrator.’ This was probably a thing I never should have given him.

Vincent sprayed it on the ground and watched as the dirt converted into molten lava, and then into air.

“Cool.” He said, placing it back in his pocket.

…..

Jeremy felt around himself and hoped for something awesome until he dealt a rolled up comic book.

“Oh my god.” He said as he pulled it out. It was a thin plain white book that had the texture of an regular comic book.

Jeremy flipped it and read the instruction labeled in the smallest size that could still be read.

‘Think of an anime.’

Jeremy thought of the most popular anime, Attack on Titan and the whole book filled itself with pages. Each a page from the manga.

Jeremy shed a single tear.

…..

Scott felt around himself until he pulled out a bottle of water.

“Oh boy Scott. You got a bottle of water as an amazing item.” He said to himself.

…..

The ponies surrounded the front door of the barn. And waited for it to open.

“Princess please. Let me talk to them!” Twilight pleased to the princess, who was about to blow the door open.

“Fine.” She said, ready to nuke the whole barn if it they scum inside decided to do anything bad.

Twilight walked up to the door.

“Hello?” She asked through it, receiving no reply she waited a few minutes and listened in on what was going on inside. After a few minutes she decided to speak up again.

“Hello?” She asked again. Listening in carefully, she head a few clicks and whispers.

“Purple horse?” She head the guy with the big red thing on his head say. He seemed the most level headed of the group.

“Scott? Can I come in?” She learned his name when she was listening to them. He said something about a water bottle.

“Only you?” All of them asked at once.

“Yes guys. Just me.” She said sternly and looked back to Celestia as of predict her to stay put.

“No bullshit.” Mike said, as he opened the door and allowed Twilight in, closing the door behind her.

“Are you all okay?” Twilight asked after seeing the smashed wood all over the floor and the hole in the wall.

“Yeah. Were good. Why is the big horse princess trying to kill us?!” Fritz said.

“She's probably just mad that me and and my friends got hit a bunch. She's really protective over her citizens and they would gladly trust their lived in their hooves.” She said, beaming with patriotism.

“Ok Uncle Sam, but why did you say their hooves?” Scott asked, hoping to outwit the egghead because of her error.

“Because Equestria is ruled by two princesses.” She said. Get rekt Scott.

“Ok then whe-

The whole barn door exploded in a blinding white blast and a shield formed around Twilight, protecting her from the blast.

The guards aimed their guns at the blinding white cloud of smoke shielding a view of the outside.

Jeremy shook in horror.

Mike spat out some blood and yanked shrapnel out of his arm.

Scott snapped his hand back into place.

Vincent smiled and yanked his own knife out of his leg.

Fritz laid on his back and supported himself with his right arm.

“It's ok Mikey.”

“I'll be here Jeremy.”

“You're going to be okay Mr. Phone!”

“As much as I hate you, I need you alive.”

“Okay Mr. Smith, hold on!”

“MOVE IN!”

Chapter 5: Just One...

Mike flipped the safety off, took aim and fired a hail of bullets into the advancing group of ponies.

Fritz stuck his arm out and aimed the gun at one of the ‘soldier’ ponies approaching him, just as he was about to fire the pony pounces him an knocked his gun out of his hand.

“Help!” He yelled out hoping one of his other companions could assist him.

Mike heard the hell and fired a bullet at the pony, hitting him in the hoof. Fritz grabbed his gun again and placed it at his neck and fired a bullet, spraying blood allover himself. The pony gurgled on his last breath and died.

Vincent was busy stabbing the ponies around him, carefully in a spot so they wouldn't die, but be forced to watch their comrades get gunned down.

Jeremy fired a bullet, missing a pony entirely due to his shaking. A pony ran towards him and pounced on him. “Mike!” He yelled before he hit the ground. A pony pressed on his back, he had no other option to submit-

A slash of water flew at the pony, distracting him. He looked back to see what splashed him. A water bottle hit him in the face. He opened his eyes and was ready until a bullet shredded his left eye. The pony flopped on the ground and Scott picked Jeremy up.

“Thanks…” Jeremy said, and Scott handed him a pistol.

A single bolt of magic hit Scott in the back and he dropped unconscious.

“Scott!” Jeremy yelled and he too was hit with the same bolt of magic.

“GUY GET OVER HERE NOW!” Mike yelled and Fritz and Vincent ran over to him behind cover.

“They knocking us out one by one.” Fritz said as he peeked over the cover and saw Scott and Jeremy being tied up.

“There taking us to jail.” Fritz said, unamused.

“Really? They should try to kill us.” Vincent said.

“Operation fazfuck?” Mike said, saying the very words the guards new never to speak. The ancient words used by the ancient Fredbear’s Family Diner security team.

“You don’t mean…”

“This is going to be fun.”

The guards pulled out pistols.

Vincent and Mike’s eyes both went completely black and started emitting a light smoke.

Fritz ate a donut.

They jumped out of cover and released a spray of bullets, killing the guards in the vicinity.

Vincent whipped out the spray can of unlimited power and sprayed it on a few guards, first nothing happened and they sneezed, but then… [ Extreme Graphic Detail so… ] the first pony’s skin slowly peeled of his face, turning black and screaming in agony the whole face was turned into molten lava. The only thing left was his back half. The same happened to the rest of the ponies that got sprayed.

Fritz crafted up a ‘candy cannon’ using a can of compressed air, a long plastic tube, duct tape and a gun.

Mounting it on the barrels they used as cover, he unleashed a barrage of hard hitting mix of chocolate and candy. The hardest hitters were pop rocks. They exploded in a tiny cluster bomb affect and bruised whatever they hit.

Mike unleashed the power of puns. Looking for a spot where to crack one, he found Vincent trying to pull a ponies leg off.

“Hey! Quit PULLING MY LEG.” The ponies head exploded at the pun, surprising Mike but also declaring him a war machine.

Just as he got up high to unleash the ultimate pun, he was hit with a bolt of magic and fell unconscious and a few seconds after, so did Vincent.

Fritz continued his last stand, until he was overrun and hit with the bolt of magic, falling asleep.

“Princess Stop!” The 6 ponies started. “They’re not not bad guys!”

“Yes they are!” She yelled, dragging Jeremy and Scott's unconscious bodies out of the magical smoke field and tossing them into a magically sealed chariot.

“No! We just had a misunderstanding!” They yelled back to her, being held back by royal guards.

A loud series of bangs came out of the barn, the princess felt herself start to tear up, sensing the death of more guards.

The princess turned to face her student and her friends.

“IF THEY ARE TRULY THE PEOPLE YOU SAY THEY ARE, WHY ARE 13 GUARDS DEAD?!”

The princess was pissed.

So pissed she used the ‘royal Canterlot voice’.

The ponies faced to smoke to see 2 guards trying to drag a guard with an extremely burnt and peeled frontal half out of the small battlefield.

The ponies almost threw up, but resisted the urge.

“They are just scared Celestia!” Fluttershy yelled out, gaining the princess' attention a bit.

“The one with the ‘phone’ for a head said they've been through nightmare after nightmare! And then Jeremy… The one with no face, just a question mark, told me that he wanted to quit his job! But…” Fluttershy started to calm down and tear up a bit at the sad story of friendship. “… His best friends work with him. So I'm asking… Please give them a chance.”

A chance.

A chance was all they wanted.

They're unconscious bodies tossed like garbage into the back of the chariot signalled something inside the princess.

They were just like them.

Chapter 6: News

The guards awoke in a very uncomfortable position, but nevertheless their noses were filled the an amazing, familiar smell of breakfast.

“BACON!” Mike yelled, standing up of the ground of the dark room and ran to the only source of light and slammed into the door, expecting it to open. It did not and Mike smashed his face off of a big metal door.

Everyone was up by now and chuckled a bit at Mike.

Looking around they guessed they were in jail. But Jeremy and Scott had no idea. “Well. were in horse-jail now.” Fritz started. “The roof is too low and the bed is way too small.” He finished, sitting on the tiny bed.

“This is smaller than the office I worked in…” Mike said, crossing his arms and sitting down against a wall across from the door. All the guards followed and sat along with Mike. Waiting for the door to op-

Click!

The lock turned on the door, and it swung open, revealing 2 weird ponies in dark blue, almost purple armour and eyes of a snake… Or even a bat. Their wings were also pretty reflective and to back up the ‘bat eyes’ fact, the wings looked like bat wings.

“You're presence is requested at the throne room.” They in unison with no emotion.

“And where is that?” Scott asked the 2 ponies. Though they may be half of their size, they had spears and could probably take down Mike if they really wanted. And that's not an easy feat. Vincent tried to kill Mike after he found out that he survived the ‘Bite of 87’ and decided he would finish the job himself. He failed, Mike was moved to the day shift and lived happily ever after.

“Just follow us.” The two ponies said, and stared walking to the throne room with the guards following them.

“Hey… Where did Chris go?” Jeremy asked, looking around.

“I dunno. He's probably Jesus or something.” Mike said, Chris never beloved that the animatronics would try to kill him, but he was a pretty chill guy. Or girl. Mike never understood that. He even helped Mike try to convince Jeremy not to work at the pizzeria.

Eventually they came across a large golden door, that the 2 bat-ponies promptly stopped at and caused all the guards to trip on each-other. One of the night guards (who was way better than any other night guards in the vicinity cough cough cough) knocked on the door and received a soft “Come in.” From the Princess on the other side of the door. The guards opened up the door and the night watched walked inside to the middle of a once almost apocalyptic debate, probably about them.

There were around 40 or 30 different types of fancy snot-nosed fancy fart in the room. Around 20 guard ponies were in a position ready to strike if the humans decided to kill everyone. They had no reason to do so, because they… Still had their guns? Did the ponies not consider a gun a weapon? Well, they didn't have guns due to what the guards have seen.

All eyes were drawn of the guards.

All screams were drawn because of the guards.

The fancy ponies screamed for their lives and ran out of the room and knocked over the guards, human and pony, in the process.

Once the night watchmen and royal guards got up, they looked around. Mike looked over to the huge thrones and melted.

‘NO MIKE BE STRONG FOR DOLL.’ He though as he stood up again and simply, waved at Princess Luna. She responded with a raised eyebrow and confusion.

The Princesses got off their respective thrones and walked down to the guards to address them about their jobs.

Celestia looked and examined the guards, they were about the size in-between he and Luna. She looked down at the sheet of paper she had written their names down on and said their names as she looked at them.

“Jeremy Fitzgerald.” She said, and Jeremy got nervous thinking he was being the only person to be talked to, until the princess looked away.

“Mike Schmidt.” Mike coughed and looked at the princess.

“Fritz Smith.” Fritz just looked down, hoping to not get noticed even tho he was being looked at by everyone.

“Vincent..?” She said, on his employee file his last name was scratched out along with Scott’s. He emitted a dark wave of energy and put on his creepiest smile. Fortunately, the file also stated he was scared of needles. So she grabbed one off of a nearby table and held it up to his face with magic. He stopped smiling and started to shake.

“Scott.” She said, looking at the guy with a phone for a head. “Hello.” He responded, being the only guard to use words in a reaction.

She then stepped back and addressed all of them.

“You will return to you’re jobs at ‘Freddy Fazbears Pizza’” she started, gaining a look of horror from everyone there. “But, you will be monitored by a small group of Royal Guards who are currently outside the building.” Celestia finished, handing them a map with a highlighted wrote to the building.

The guards all looked to each other, then back to Celestia.

“What, uh… Year is it?” Scott with a severe hope she wouldn’t say-

“Currently, 1987.” Celestia turned away and started to walk back to her throne. “You start tonight so, you might want to clean up if you're going to open you're ‘restaurant’ soon.”

The guards gulped and turned to the doors.

Time to get to work.

Authors note:

I need 3 or so OCs for the Royal Guards that will be monitoring the building and guards if I don’t have any, I'll just make my own. I also need to know which pizzeria will be the one they work at, I was thinking that I would use the one from the first game, because you know… Giant metal doors are a better way of blocking anything. And a Freddy mask cant be used against ponies for privacy.

P.S, if anyone wants, I'll need a co-author for working on chapters when I cant. If you're going to ask, please have a story in advance so I can read it see if whoever story I'm reading has a high enough writing level to co-write. (Not that my stories are any better.)

Chapter 8: The Beginning of The End.

In that moment, it was all revealed.

Jeremy yelled.

Mike didn't understand.

Why? Mike understood the animatronics would try to kill then at night, but… It was only 11 AM.

He lay flat on the ground, in a puddle of his own blood, clutching to the last strings of life.

….

“Guys! I'm gonna run around them to the storage room, maybe I can find something to help!” Fritz yelled, splitting off the 3 man group and dodging around Bonnie, who made a grab for him and missed, but turned around to chase him down.

Scott and Vincent ran into the doorframe of the hallway and looked down it into the office, the large silhouette of Foxy stood in the middle of the office doorframe, but below him was Mike’s body, head out of the lighting of the office.

Vincent smiled.

Scott shook in horror.

The metallic fox turned towards the two, endo skeleton pinprick eyes making it even more terrifying.

Scott looked at Vincent, who was still smiling at the fox.

“You…” Scott whispered, realizing it was Vincent's fault their his business failed. He was a murderer. Direct or not he still was the reason their business failed. 8 people died. Not counting all the security guards…

“Me?” He said, tilting his head towards Scott.

Scott slowly backed up until he was out of the hall and back into the dining hall. His back hit something hard and soft they emitted a pained groan.

It was Bonnie.

Scott flipped shit and ran towards the door were Fritz was, looking back he saw Vincent moving faster than he could towards the door. Just a few feet away, a sharp excruciating pain came from his back. He dropped to the ground and tried to crawl towards the storage room. Vincent's footsteps echoed inside the building and getting louder. He was heading for Fritz.

…..

Fritz tugged at a tied tarp, it was attached to what he assumed to be an animatronic suit, but still as heavy. Yanking with all his strength, he ripped the cover off and revealed the most damaged animatronic he had ever seen. Even worse than the ones that tried to kill him when he worked at Freddy’s.

The animatronic was tall, about the size of Vincent and had a dark green body. It had large ears like Bonnie, but one of the ears was broken in half. There were holes all along the tattered suit and looked like it had been here for ages.

The door slammed open behind him, making him jump and throw the empty zombie animatronic at the door.

“Well, well, well… You found my old friend.” Fritz recognized the voice as Vincent's, and called down a bit.

“Man, you scared me…” Fritz said, turning around and seeing Vincent in the animatronic suit.

“How did you put that on so fast?” Fritz asked, a little uncomfortable.

Vincent reached to his right and grabbed an old rusty hook, most likely Foxy’s old hook. He examined it for a second and held it. Then he slowly started walking towards Fritz.

…..

Scott dragged himself into the storage room and saw Vincent approaching Fritz with a old pirate hook, with the intention to kill him. Scott a also noticed he was wearing the suit the killer used to murder the 5 children with… Vincent really was the killer. ‘How could I have made such a mistake?’ Scott thought to himself as he dragged himself closer to Vincent. ‘All this time…’ He then remembered the most useful information he ever said about operating suits like Fredbears…

‘Use the hand crank on the suits to switch between animatronic, and suit mode…’

Spotting the hand crank easily on the ankle, he crawled towards him, now with the intent of killing the killer.

Scott yanked the knife Vincent had stabbed into his back out, and stood up, but still slouched over.

“Motherfucker…” Scott whispered loud enough for them both to hear.

Vincent turned around, he expected Scott to be dead by now…  at least he’ll be able to watch all his friends die…

“Glad to see you're still up. Just let me finish this up.” Vincent said, failing to notice the knife in Scott's hand. Fritz was practically crying, but trying to be brave and face his death.

“No… You're not taking another life…” Scott yelled as loud as he could, and right when Vincent turned around to say something, Scott yelled and plunged the knife into his shoulder. Vincent grunted in pain and fell to his knees.

“Got him!” Fritz said with rage and kicked Vincent in the back of the head, dropping him to the ground.

“Hit...” Scott coughed up some blood when he kicked Vincent's bleeding body on the ground. “… Hit the switch on his ankle…” With that, Vincent jumped up and quickly stabbed Scott in the chest with the hook. Scott screamed in pain and held back Vincent who was trying to push it even deeper into his chest.

Realizing what he had to do, Fritz dropped down to his knees and cracked the hand crank on the ankle of the suit. Hearing it, Scott ushered one final sentence to Vincent.

“See you in hell…”

The suits animatronic mode kicked in, slowly closing in on Vincent, the endoskeleton moving into the spot where his arms should be.

Vincent screamed in agony until the suit stopped squeezing. He was still alive.

“How?” Scott asked in disbelief.

A metallic groan was heard from the the suit and finally, everything snapped into place. Vincent's body was shredded in an instant, followed by and explosion of blood at coated the whole room.

The killer was dead.

Chapter 9: the boring one.

Jeremy ran down the hall carrying Mike’s body to the others. All the animatronics deactivated after Jeremy head a yell come from the back room. Pushing to door open with his foot, Jeremy was immediately met with the nasty smell of blood, he could also hear the dripping. Jeremy knew that if the animatronics caught you after dark, they would kill you. But then Jeremy was the only one left…

Walking in room, Jeremy almost dropped Mike at the sight. The walls and floor were coated in blood and in the middle of the room was an animatronic suit he never saw before, sitting a against the wall were Scott and Fritz. But there was no Vincent… Looking around more expecting him to be sitting against the wall he heard Scott cough and turned to him.

“He's in there.” He said, struggling to point at the bloody suit in the middle of the room. Jeremy knew what happened to Vincent. He got stuffed into a suit somehow… peeking into the suit he saw the endoskeleton pressed into Vincent's torso, having a large T cut into his whole body. The legs weren't even visible because of tall the wiring and metal parts inside it. The worst part was his head, the top half was open and looked more like a helmet and the animatronic eyes were now crammed into his skull and the endoskeleton was inside his mouth.

“Oh god…” Jeremy set Mike down and threw up on the ground.

“We need to get him to the hospital…” Scott said and pointed at Mike with the same of stress as before. Every time Scott said something, it shook with pain. He needed to go to the hospital as well.

“Come on guys…” Jeremy said, wiping the vomit from his mouth on his sleeve. “We need to get to a doctor… If they even have those…” Jeremy finished, then hoisted up Mike. Fritz helped Scott up and Scott placed his arm around Fritz neck for support. They slowly made their way across the dining hall, spotting the animatronics idly standing there. They made it to the front counter and could already hear the quiet press outside. They heard the voice of the Princess outside and started to make their ways towards the door.

…..

“I assure you all, they are not here to do anything wrong th-“ she was cut off as the door opened up and a very bruised, beaten and bloody group of guards stumbled out of the pizzeria, leaving the whole press and Princess in shock and horror. Mike drew the most attention what with his whole forehead ripped viciously open and pouring blood.

The group erupted into horror, the guards caught lines of “THEIR CANNIBALS!” And “OH SWEET CELESTIA WE’VE BEEN LIED TO!” The Princess walked off the small podium that was hastily erected to talk to the guards.

“What happened?!” Scott slipped off of Fritz and fell unconscious when he hit the ground. “IT DOESN’T MATTER! GET US TO A FUCKING DOCTOR!” Jeremy yelled, saying the F word for the first time. He needed to.

The press stopped their shouting

The princess was shocked that Jeremy could shock even her. For some as shy as Twilight’s friend Fluttershy, he did have bravery. That was an act that could get any normal pony arrested. But he clearly cared about his friend...

Celestia charged a spell and wrote a note and quickly sent a note to the Canterlot Hospital.

‘Prep emergency care right now.’ Sigh by Celestia at the bottom.

She charged a spell to stasis up their bodies until they were in stable condition. Equestria may be the most advanced place on Equis, but even they couldn't treat a wound like the one Mike had.

Their bodies froze up, they couldn't do anything. They couldn't see, feel or hear. They were completely frozen. It was a spell most doctors knew how to use for extreme medical conditions. Celestia decided now was not the time to think on it, and teleported them to the hospital. The confusion and panic must be surreal.

The Princess quickly watched most of the press disappear, the rest slowly turned to face her.

“Holy Buck.” One of the reporters said.

“Return to your homes.” Celestia said and the press stayed for a few seconds, wanting to get some answers. Eventually they knew it was pointless and turned to leave.

The Princess turned to face the inside of the building and walked in. The inside looked like an old restaurant and could use some cleaning, there was a front desk made out of some hard material.

Walked through the doors leading into the dining hall, her eyes were immediately drawn to the large bipedal almost bunny-like thing in the middle of the room. There was also some sort of bear-like creature near it.

The coppery smell of blood reached her nose quickly, a trail led from a door on the opposite side of the room, to the exit where she was and into a hallway. She walked across the room, her eyes never straying from the creatures in the middle of the room. When she reached the door that read ‘storage’ she almost threw up, the walls and floor of the room were coated in blood. In the middle of the room, lay a corpse of some sort of greenish-yellow coloured monster. It had a smile in on its face and blood poring out of the plentiful holes on is body. I looks like it had been there for ages.  “Mother of me…” She said and backed out of the room quickly. She turned around and was met with a group of guards and her sister. “You needed me?” She asked, startling Celestia.

“No..?” She responded with.

“Really? Then that reporter lied and shall be punished as so…” Luna said, then turned around and started to walk off.

“Actually I need the guards.” Celestia said, and Luna and the guards turned around. “Alright. I'll leave Private Runner with you along with Corporal Slash.” Luna said, then the group turned to leave, but 2 guards stayed behind.

“I need you two to secure the building. Make sure nopony gets inside except for the employees show up.” The guards quickly saluted, and ran off to secure the building.

Celestia had never seen the inside of the building, but she had to feel sorry for the guards who had to walk into this room with all these creepy heads on the walls. She walked over the weird purple bunny imitation, quickly realizing it wasn't alive she sent it to the hospital along wih the bear and a note to take them to the recently teleported-in people.

…..

‘Huh.’ Mike was floating in nothing. Everything around him was black. A small figure started to approach him, the figure was half his size and had white eyes. ‘Well I'm dead.’ Mike thought, and just waited for the creepy ghost child to kill him.

“What are you doing?” The voice sounded familiar to Mike, but he couldn't put his finger on it.

“Who are you..?” He asked, calming down a bit.

“My names Eli!” She shouted out in almost pride.

“Ow.” Mike grunted out while covering his ears.

“You know me right?” Eli said, stepping closer to Mike.

“Look… Kid… I don’t know who you are or why your inside my mind. Or maybe I'm just crazy.” Mike said, a stuck his hands in his pockets.

“Oh… Well I'm technically the reason your alive right now.” Eli said while smiling as nice as a ghost child can.

“Aaaaand… Why is this?” Mike asked.

“When you were a young kid, you got really hurt right?” Mike was confused. He got scrapes and bruises as a kid, everyone did. But Mike never recalled getting ‘really hurt’ when he was a kid. So Mike made an appropriate response.

“Uh…”

“You don’t remember? Well… It happened again. Recently. By the way, those ponies are super cute.” Eli said, going from sad to happy.

“Ok...?”

“Anyways. You seem to be ok if your here… So I guess I'll wake you up then.” Eli closed her eyes and vanished.

“Bye?” Mike woke up in a hospital bed, the bland green and white look of the hospital giving a real sense of hatred for the pony things.

In a bed to his left was Scott, with a stab wound in his back. To his right was Fritz. Fritz had no visible damage to him though.

In the bed next to Scott's was the old Bonnie from Fredbear’s and seemed to be soaked in blood. The suit was surrounded in doctors and Mike immediately assumed the worst. Jeremy was nowhere in sight.

“No…” Mike whispered.

Jeremy grabbed a chocolate chip granola bar from the cafeteria.

“No he cant be dead…”

Jeremy started walking up the stairs of the hospital.

“No..!”

Jeremy opened the door and Mike looked at him.

“Knew it.”

Jeremy took a sip of co-co.

“Hey Mike. Glad to see your ok.” Jeremy said, walking over to Mike.

“What happened over there?” Mike asked nodding his head towards the blood animatronic.

Scott turned to Mike. Seemed he woke up.

“That's Vincent…” Scott said as a doctor put gauze around his shoulder.

“He's dead?” Mike asked.

“Yeah… And for good reason.” Scott climbed out of his bed, a grim tone in his voice. He sounded like an old man with a vengeance. Fritz climbed out of his bed and they all went over to Mike.

“… What happened to me?” He asked. Last thing he remembered was seeing Foxy and then everything was dark.

“You don’t remember?” Jeremy asked sadly.

Scott whispered in Jeremy's ear before Mike could reply.

“Maybe its best if he didn't know…”

Jeremy nodded solemnly.

Scott called a doctor over and asked if they could take Mike out of his bed and leave.

“Oh… Ok. He seems alright.” The doctor sounded quiet, but was extremely proud of her medical prowess considering she could repair a torn in half alien brain.

The guards helped Mike out of bed and they left the hospital. As they were leaving Mike finally made one.

“Nice medical work in the HORSEpital.”

“Goddamn it Mike.”

Chapter 10: Thoughts and Nightmares

“HOLY FUCK!” Mike yells, as he dives to the tiled floor.

Foxy smashes through the desk and hits the wall, but turns to Mike.

“STAND STILL LAD!” Mike crawls back until he hits the wall. “OhfuckohfuckohFUCK.” The fox walks towards him.

“MIKE RUN!” Scott yells, and throws random shit at the fox from the office’s front entrance. The metallic murderer turns to face Scott.

Mike gets to his feet and runs past Scott. A loud metallic screech comes from behind him. “KEEP RUNNING!” A loud wet crunching reaches Mike’s ear, and then the drop of Scott's body. Mike looked back into the darkness, but then slammed into something. Turning to face it, he is met with a open metallic jaw.

Mike shoots up from his bed, screaming. Waking the others.

“What's wrong?” Fritz asks Mike from across the room.

“N-no… Nothing I'm ok…” Mike said hesitantly. The guards had decided to spend the night in the castle (the the princesses permission, of course.) after deciding they never wanted to sleep in hell.

“I'm gonna go… Get some air…” Mike stood up out of his bed and walked over to the balcony. All the beds were moved into one large room they all stayed in. It was a welcome improvement to the office they planned to sleep in. That room didn't even have carpets or marble pillars.

Mike stared out into the night sky. Ponyville could be seen in the valley below, but just barley.

‘Come on Mike, man up. Those furry fuckers don’t even scare you. They're just annoying.’ Mike thought. After a few minuets Mike went back to a dreamless sleep.

…..

Scott was reading through an old newspaper that he kept as a little history of Freddy’s. Turning the page that he was happy about, the one about the re-opening, he was immediately saddened.

‘Freddy Fazbear's Pizza to close after animatronic mascot attack and almost kills young boy.’

Scott remembered looking at the footage that lead to Vincent's arrest earlier on that very day. How he talked to the young Mike and convinced him to step over the line…

That day forever changed Scott's life, as it did Mike’s.

‘How did he not get the death sentence..?’ Scott thought on Vincent. The court thought the video was edited. How the hell could a video of a man murdering 5 kids, the same kids that disappeared the same day, be fake?!

Needless to say it was total bullshit.

…..

Fritz didn't know much about the company, but he always used to go there as a kid. His favourite was Chica. They both held and affinity for pizza.

Fritz didn't really care that they almost died because of cute colourful horses. Fritz never considered himself a murderer, but he did shoot and kill a few ponies. He was glad they received a pardon. Equestria was a very forgiving nation. Especially to aliens.

…..

Jeremy was happier than anyone could ever be.

He didn't have to deal with his abusive parents anymore and best of all, he was surrounded by cute ponies and his best friends.

Friends don’t beat you when you do something they ask.

…..

Princess Luna has basic Equestrian down and got all of the Thine and Thous out of her system. Like an anti-virus software.

But her ‘anti-virus’ was a slow worker.

She's been having fun since she got back of her banishment but always felt something missing. Something to occupy her had never arrived because her sister always said ‘Maybe when your back into the flow of things, I'll send something your way.’ But now that there were these humans she could finally investigate.

Tomorrow she would be regretting her excitement.

…..

Celestia looked around the building, checking each room and getting creeped out by the metallic bipedal animals.

‘Sorry, out of order!’ Drew her in to the purple starry curtains. Opening them with magic she was met with a truly scary scene.

A metallic fox looked like it was leaning out to bite someone, and looking at the teeth, could easily kill a pony.

Closing the curtains back up, she walked over to a place with a sign above it that read ‘Prizes!’. There was a table in the middle of the corner, with a large present and a shelf on opposite sides. On the shelf were stuffed little figures of each of the metallic animal. Reading the prices and labels, Celestia took the one named ‘Bonnie’ off the shelf and left some bits to cover the costs.

It was the cutest thing ever.

…..

The elements didn't know what to think.

One second their fighting the guards, then their asking the princess to let them live.

Fluttershy laid Idly in her bed. Staring at the roof of the small cottage. She wanted to talk to them. Calm them down. Ease tensions. Especially with Mike, he's always mad. Jeremy didn't seem too bad… And Fluttershy just didn't want to be around Vincent. He's too scary.

She did have a spare ticket from when she was sick and her friends went last week…

Little non-authors note.

Sorry about everything wrong with the story so far. I'll be trying a lot harder with the new chapters. I want to keep working on this, I do, but I'll start working on the next chapter immediately. It will take longer for the new chapters to come out. The older chapters have been quantity of quality. Once again, I'm sorry all you FNaF fans. Also, to whomever sent me the OCs I’ve kinda dropped that idea. So, earlier they were mentioned but I'm not going to use them anymore.

Chapter 11.

Jeremy fumbled around with the key ring nervously.

“You need any help?” Fluttershy asked. She'd arrived earlier today and after the princess pointed her to their room and and awkward minute of fluttershy having a gun in her face. Mike has no chill, incase you didn't notice. Fluttershy explained that she wanted to visit and see how things were going. Scott and Fritz were reading over the book Celestia gave them. Turns out it’s a law book.

Fluttershy wanted to check out where they worked. Celestia informed her about their job and that it might creep her out. But for some reason, Fluttershy was feeling extra brave today. The guards did a quick vote on who should go with her and eventually they decided Jeremy should go, considering he was the most friendly. Mike followed them out under the alibi of “Going to get groceries.”

“No thanks. I found it.” Jeremy said, sticking the key in he hole and turning it. Holding the door open like a right proper gentleman and allowed Fluttershy in.

“Oh,” Fluttershy said. “Thank you.” Fluttershy walked in and Jeremy followed, closing the door behind them.

However, across the street a very certain Bite-of-87’ victim turned into a navy SEAL. “Contacts have entered the Pizzeria, moving in.” Mike whispered to himself. Before Mike met Doll he had plans to join the marines, but due to his disability they labeled him ‘unfit for duty.’ Mike was pretty mad about that and then met Doll. Mike never questioned what his ‘disability’ was. He was to mad. His life looked up from that point. Mike rolled across the street an climbed up the plumbing pipes on the left side of the building up onto the roof. Mike fastened his tie and looked across the roof.

“Huh.” The roof was coated in solar panels like paint. No wonder they had power. They could also become bajillionaires if they invented electricity. It was feasible. And easy… No… Not it wasn’t. never mind.

Mike ran over to an air-vent that connected to the roof of the office. Didn't want to suffocate inside a panic room. Mike tried to pry it open with his fingers, but after trying a few times it wouldn't budge. It was weak though. It let out a pained groan the last time he tried to pry it open. He just needed something to break it. Mike looked around and patted himself. He felt the pistol in his pocket, but that would draw too much attention. He didn't want to get noticed and he caught a luck break when he crossed the street.

Walking around the roof he examined everything useable to break the vent. However he found the right item near the pipes. It was a large rock in a very obvious spot. Mike was surprised he never saw it. Picking it up and walking over to the vent he lifted the rock up and slammed it on the vent. Doing it a few more times, the vent was weak enough to be yanked off. Unfortunately, there was another vent under it. However, the middle space connected to all the vents in the building.

“Holy shit.” Mike said. “I am a navy SEAL.”

…..

Fluttershy screamed so loud when we first laid eyes on the animatronics. Truth be told, I also almost did.

“Its ok, there not active.” I said. I knew in my mind they couldn't attack us, but I always was uneasy around them.

“N-not a-active?!” Fluttershy probably thought I meant they were dead.

“No! No!” I said. “There not dead, they were never alive.” After saying this, Fluttershy paled even more.

“IT WAS NEVER ALIVE?!?”

…..

“Poor Jeremy.” Mike said, crawling through the vents to the dining area. “Getting an earful from a horse.”

…..

“No its not that, they aren't animals!” At that Fluttershy stopped everything and just put on a confused face.

“There animatronics. They are… Robots.” Fluttershy calmed down.

“Robots? Aren't those from from the future?” Fluttershy asked. Twilight would die to examine these for a few seconds.

“Well… I guess were just too advanced for ponykind.” Jeremy said. “We Humans can be… Uh… Yeah never mind.” Jeremy have up on his sentence. “The robots are here for entertainment. We this place is like a weird theatre. But instead of popcorn we have pizza.”

“Popcorn?” Fluttershy asked.

Jeremy remembered the little stash of goodies Fritz hid in the office. Maybe he had popcorn. Jeremy grabbed a screw driver from backstage (which had been cleaned while Celestia was there) and went to the office. Checking all the monitors he looked for the one that wasn't plugged in and screwed out the back panel. Weird that this was here considering the whole building is a monster mish-mash of the 2 Pizzerias. After unscrewing the last of the four screws, the contents of the hollow fake monitor piled put. Among the candies, chocolates and… Hot chocolate mix? That's awesome. Was a bag of popcorn. Running down he hall with it he showed the bag to Fluttershy.

“This is popcorn.”

“Doesn't look edible.”

“Oh,” Jeremy said. “Follow me.” Jeremy went down to the kitchen, which was pitch black. Taking the flash-light off his belt and shining it along the wall until he found the microwave, opened it and tossed the popcorn it. Punching in the time for popcorn, Jeremy and Fluttershy sat down in the dining hall and made idle chat. Mostly consisting of the name of the robots.

…..

Mike shined his flashlight down into the kitchen. A small light came from inside the microwave. ‘Good places to hide.’ Mike lifted the top of the vent access panel off the bottom part of the vent and climbed down.

…..

-THUD-

“What was that?” Fluttershy asked. A hint of spookiness in her voice. Jeremy took his flashlight out again and shined it at he double doors to the kitchen. The doors were pretty generic, with the white and circular windows on each door. “I'll go check.” Jeremy stood up, and with much remorse for the ponies he killed with it, placed his hand on the handgun holster. Who knows? The building is thought to be empty and under protection by Equestrian royal guards. For all criminals know, it could be a secret bank.

…..

Mike noticed the kitchen got brighter. Jeremy was coming. Looking for somewhere to hide, he spotted a stack of boxes with some space behind it to hide. Speed-sneaking over to it he his behind the boxes. They were in a pile so Mike could only be seen of Jeremy looked right behind the stack.

…..

Scott and Fritz walked down he castles many fancy marble corridors. The guards read over the book of laws Celestia gave them and are now searching for the throne room. The Princess asked that they read over it and come visit her to sign their official Equestrian citizenship papers.

“How the hell doesn't anyone find their way anywhere in this place?” Fritz asked in frustration.

“It's bigger than you.” Scott dishing out the hate.

“Woah man. Un-cool.” Fritz dropped the food he was eating into a nearby garbage can and acted as if he's never seen it before.

“Whatever. Let's just find the damn throne room.”

…..

Jeremy shined his light inside the kitchen. Looking around, he noticed no signs of breaking and entering. Shining his flashlight on the roof he noticed the vent access panel was open. “Uh oh.” Jeremy looked over at a stack of boxes in the corner. He started walking towards it and right as he was about to looked behind the stack, an all-too-familiar tune reached his ears. Turning around and stepping out of the kitchen he followed the music to the prize counter.

“What is it?” Fluttershy asked from next to him.

“The puppet.” Jeremy said, worry seeping from his voice. “Come on.” Jeremy walked down to the hallway entrance, took a left and ran down to the office. Fluttershy was right behind him.

“Whats so bad about a puppet?” Fluttershy asked in worry. Jeremy ignored her question and went straight for the camera tablet. Jeremy quickly set the gamer to the price counter and remotely wound up the music box. It took little time, but the music box seemed to wind down slower than a turtle.

“Oh that a nice improvement.” Checking all the cameras he noticed all the animatronics were in their proper places. But he had to double check.

“J-J-Jeremy?” Fluttershy sounded really scared. But Jeremy didn't turn to look. “Yeah?”

“T-t-theres a… A g-golden bear in th-the room.”

Jeremy immediately knew what she was talking about. Jeremy lowered the camera a-

SCREEEEEE!

…..

Mike peeked out of the doors and noticed that Jeremy and the horse weren't there. Checking every other room he still couldn't find them. Did they leave? Peeking out the front doors, he noticed nothing was in the streets except a thick fog, only allowing Mike to see a few feet in front of him. Walking over to the prize counter he climbed onto the table and sat down, legs touching the ground.

…

“This is boring as fuck.” Mike turned around and looked at the prizes. One stood out in particular, considering it glinted. A single pirate hood sat on the shelf. Mike grabbed the hook and placed it on his hand. “I dunno. I think I like it…” Mike was talking to himself until he hear a voice echo in the back of his mind.

‘I’m cool like Foxy now!’

Mike shrugged of off and put the hook on the table and hopped off it. Looking around the building looked the same as ever, but with less annoying ass cobwebs. Drawing from kids who didn't even exist in this world were still on the walls.

Mike walked over to pirates cove and stood there. Staring at the curtains for a bit. Turning around he heard a small splash from behind him. Turning around and looking down, he noticed a puddle of blood and a small bandana with the furry fox thing on it. Picking up the blood stained bandana, Mike felt an unusual weight in it. Looking inside he found a small hook, big enough for a child. Taking it out, Mike read the words on the inside of the hook.

‘For Mikey, best first mate a pirate could ask fer’!’

Mike dropped it on the ground.

Looking down at his own hand he swore he saw the arms of him as a kid. Running to the bathroom Mike looked in he mirror.

Only you couldn’t see him. Mike jumped up to see himself in the mirror. He wasn’t tall enough and settled on just climbing onto he sink.

In the mirror,

Was little Mike. Missing his forehead.

Mike climbed off the sink and dropped to the floor, crying in a puddle of blood.

I'm the corner, a certain Lunar princess also cried.

Chapter 12: Its the last short one I swear.

So that was sorta sad.

Jeremy and Fluttershy started to wake up at the same time, she was in the corner of the office and Jeremy was laying on he desk. Jeremy got off the table and was surprised he wasn't dead.

“Huh…” Jeremy went and woke up Shy. She asked if they had anything to eat or of she should just leave considering what happened. After a short discussion that ended with ‘Lets pretend that never happened.’ Fluttershy asked for some food. Very nicely, of course.

“There should be a salad in the fridge.” Jeremy said. The day guard when it wasn't Scott always brought some sort of healthy food, be it salad or protein shakes. Nobody liked him because he was the kinda guy to insult you, then suggest something to help you, but the thing that help you is his favourite thing. Basically he was always “your faught, hev some saled.” He also had this annoying ass accent. nobody knew what kind of accent it was.

Jeremy jogged down to the kitchen and grabbed the salad in the fridge. It was in the generic plastic container. ‘Do they have plastic here?’ Jeremy thought, but never-the-less took the salad out of the fridge and peeked through the clear plastic container. ‘Caesars always nice.’ Jeremy walk out the kitchen and headed back to the office.

“Hope you like caesar.” Jeremy said as he slid the salad onto the desk. The buzz of the fan still prominent. Fluttershy looked into the now open container.  “Thank you very much.” Fluttershy looked around for a fork or something to eat it with.

“Do you have any… Uh… Forks?” Fluttershy asked quietly.

“Oh yeah… Uh. Hold on.” Jeremy ran back to the kitchen and once he entered he started to feel hungry himself. He grabbed a slice of pizza, tossed it onto a paper plate and opened the microwave.

“Oh yeah I forgot.” Jeremy yanked out the bag of popcorn and tossed it into the garbage. He slid the pizza in and turned the microwave on for a few seconds. He walked over to the cupboard with all the utensils and cooking tools and grabbed a plastic fork from one of the small containers they were stored inside.

Beep!

With the fork and pizza in hand, Jeremy went back to the office. Fluttershy was looking at the camera tablet.

“Whats this?” Fluttershy asked when Jeremy walked into the room. He placed the form and pizza on the desk and turned to her.

“That's the camera monitor. It shows every room in the building and what's inside it.” Jeremy went over to her and pressed the button for the door cam to the right of the office. “One second.” Jeremy walked out the door and waved to the camera.

“How does this work?” Fluttershy asked with a smile on her face. “Magic?”

Jeremy laughed. “There's no such thing as a magic. Maybe some sort of really visible electrical current, but no magic.” Fluttershy looked at Jeremy like he was spitting blasphemy out of his face.

“Yes there is. There are 3 different sub-species of ponies. Unicorns, can do magic. I'm a pegasus. They can stand on clouds and control weather. And earth ponies are extremely good at farming.” Jeremy though about how crazy that would be.

But then he realized that he was in a land filled with talking ponies that looked like it was a 5 year old girls wet-dream.

“Why not?” Jeremy asked and just sat down. The pizza still tasted like cardboard.

“Also. There are Alicorns. They rule Equestria. You’ve already met three of the four of them. Princess Celestia and Princess Lune raise and lower the sun and moon.” Jeremy started chocking on his pizza in a fit of laughter. Eventually he was ok and stared at Fluttershy.

“Do you know how stupid that is. The earth spins naturally. With the sun and the moon on each side.” Jeremy said.

Now it was Fluttershy’s turn to look at him with a bullshit look.

“RABBLE RABBLE RABBLE”

“RABBLE RABBLE”

“RABBLE RABBLE RABBLE RABBLE”

“CLAM DOWN!” Someone yelled from down the hall. Scott and Fritz walked into the light of the office. “THE GOD HORSE THINGS MOVE THE SUN AND MOON!” Jeremy yelled in Scott's face.

An hour of rabbling later…

“Ok then…” Fritz said. “I believe you butter horse.” Fritz said, hoping his face wouldn't betray his words.

“Its… Um…”

“Yes?”

“My name is… Uh…”

“Mmmhmmm?”

“Uh…”

“Okay.”

“Umm…”

“Yeah?”

“Its…”

“Totally agree?”

“Its… Um…”

“Yes?”

“My name is… Uh…”

“Mmmhmmm?”

“Uh…”

“Okay.”

“Umm…”

“Yeah?”

“Its…”

“Totally agree?”

“Fluttershy.”

AIRHORNS WENT OFF.

“Well, Fluttershy I completely agree that the points you have stated, are true.” Fritz was lying.

“Anyway, have any of you seen Mike?” Scott asked. “He didn't come back when he went to follow you.”

“He did that?” Jeremy asked, shocked that his buddy would spy on him.

“Yeah. If you knew Mike longer you'd know that he doesn't trust anything new to him.” Scott said, taking a sip of the tea he brought from the castle. “Man I miss coffee.”

“Ok… But no, I haven't seen him.” Jeremy said. “Should we look for him?” Fluttershy continued on for Jeremy.

Scott look up at the roof after noticing the unusual lighting in the office. The roof vent was open.

“He's in the vents.”

The group searched the whole building thoroughly, even checking the empty suits. Of course there were no bodies but it was still at a level of spine-tingling-creepy. They  checked the vents.

They all re-grouped in the middle of the room.

“Empty.” Scott said, and turned to leave with the rest of the group. Scott pushed the door open just as a loud clanging came from the kitchen.

“Did anyone check the kitchen?” Scott asked. Nobody said anything but said put on an embarrassed face for not taking the initiative to look. “Ugh.” Scott walked over to the door and pushed it open. In the corner of the kitchen was a pile of boxes, probably filled with metal pans and stuff that banged together when it fell over. However, something moved in the pile.

“What the hell..?” Scott walked over to the pile for a closer look until he finally noticed what it was.

Mike was laying in the fetal position on his side, hands on his head.

“Mike!” Scott yelled and walked over to him. “Are… Uh, you okay?” Mike slowly looked up to him.

“Hello Scott.” Mike whispered out, barley audible over Scott's own breathing. “H-how's your D-day?” Mike slowly picked himself up off the floor.

“…Mike…” Scott took a step back.

“Yes?” Mike picked the Night Watch hat off the ground and placed it back on his head, covering up the scars and stitches.

“Are you… Uh…” Scott took another step back.

“Scott why are you asking like in going to kill you?” Mike’s eyes suddenly went very calm.

“Uh…” Scott calmed down a bit.

“Can we go eat something?” Mike asked after his stomach rumbled.

“Yeah sure… Ok…” Scott turned and opened the door. Mike and Scott walked out and were met with a sight they kinda knew would happen one day.

The group was gathered around a small sheet of paper. Mike and Scott walked over. “Guess what?” Jeremy asked Scott. Jeremy handed the note to Scott and he almost died of a heart attack.

‘Building to open next week. Please have everything cleaned and fit for customers. Don’t worry, we’ve already checked everything and it seems like the building is operable.’ At the bottom, was Celestia’s signature.

“Oh shit.” Mike said.

-LAST SHORT CHAPTER SWEAR ON ME MUM-

Chapter 13: Buisness Day.

2 Weeks later…

“Why did I volunteer for this…?” Fritz asked himself, as he flipped the the cameras around the stage. The building had been open and had received nice input from the families that visited. Sure the majority of the snooty fancy asses never showed up because the building was in the ‘Middle class area’ of Canterlot. If a magical peaceful land of ponies could have an unknown species owning a pizzeria with killer robots at night in the capitol of unicorn land, anything was possible. Fritz had take the night watchman job for the week and everyone else settled on something else. The robots creeped out most of the adult ponies that visited but the young colts and fillies fucking had happiness spasms when they saw the inside of the damn building.

Needless to say, business was looking up slowly.

Foxy continued his scurvy dog sailin’

The Fazgang continued playing music.

The puppet never did anything but give presents to the young ponies. He didn't even come out at night.

But nobody knew about the toy animatronics. They just sat backstage. Occasionally a few older ponies asked Jeremy what was behind the door, normally the paranoid parents. Jeremy just told them spare parts and equipment and that was enough for the ponies. Fritz heard a distant sprint to the right and checked the cameras and confirmed his fears. Foxy was charging the office from the right. “HOOO DAMN!” Fritz yelled as he slammed his hand on the button. The door quickly dropped just as the fox was about to dive through the door. Fritz returned to the office chair and checked the cameras outside the doors. They were both clear but when he went to the one that Foxy had ran too, he was met with the fox pounding on the door. It was odd, because Fritz didn't hear any noise on his end.

Checking the middle hallway cam, he noticed a small twitch of movement from the edge of the office’s light. Lowering the camera to look he saw 1 and a half green ears and thicker, larger white eyes leaning into the office. The whole colour and eyes looked familiar but Fritz couldn't put his finger on it. Nevertheless, he closed the door. Checking the right door again he noticed the fox was gone and opened it. Just as he was about to check the left hall the power went out and the whole room went dark.

“Awww!” Fritz said in anger. He felt a vibration in  his pocket and took out his phone. Pressing the button to answer the call, he placed the phone to his ear. “Hey, the powers out.” Fritz said in a quick and panicked tone. “No problem. Just flip the power switch off and on. Its right behind you. Oh, and might wanna use your flashlight to make sure nothings in the room.” Scott said from the safety of the guest room. Fritz lowered the phone and flipped the red switch in the open-panelled breaker box. The light quickly came on and the doors snapped shut. “Alright, thanks Scott.” Fritz said and hung up, tossing his phone onto the desk.

“Oh hey… 5 AM.” Fritz whispered to himself. Checking all the door cams, he opened up each and shined the flashlight in his hand at the door. After double checking the all clear, he opened each door and checked every camera again for the green rabbit thing. The ears looked damaged and not as flat a Bonnie’s but he checked on Bonnie either way. He knew he had seen it befo-

Tink

Fritz lowered the camera tablet onto the desk and looked to where the sound had came from. There was nothing in the small corner of the office but he decided not to fully check anyways because if he went near that door he was dead. Going back to check the cameras the whole screen was black with a think layer of static spread on to the camera like butter on bread. In the upper left, in red and flashing was a simple message.

CAMERA ERROR

“Oh god why?!” Fritz yelled and called Scott while checking each door with the flashlight. “Ugh… Hey Fritz isn't your shift over?” Scott moaned over the phone. Fritz felt bad for waking him up even though he was in serious danger. “Hey, Scott uh… The cameras are broken.” A moment of silence went through. “What?” Scott said in a flat almost upset tone. “Yeah.. The cameras say ‘Camera error’ in all red on the tablet.” Fritz checked the left door and saw Freddy there. “God..” Fritz closed the door and waited for Scott to respond. “You could just wait it out…” Scott checked the clock in the room. “It's just about six anyways.” Scott said. “Alright… It'll be hard considering I cant see whats on the other side of the doors.” Fritz said and checked the front and right door. “See you soon Scott.” Fritz said and hung up. The rest of the night went pretty calmly, and the animatronics returned to their spots. Fritz didn't see that weird Zom-Bonnie thing again. He decided it was just one of the many weird hallucinations the building used on its employees. He sat up from his chair and flipped on the main solar power switch, turning every light in the building on and kicking on all offline security systems. “Well…” Fritz walked down the hall and looked down each hallway then proceeded out into the main area. He looked over to pirates cove, still no movement, then to the prize counter. “Nope. Still nothing.” Fritz walked over to the front lobby area and opened the door for the rest of the guards who all went to their positions. Mike ran down to the office for the day-shift, Scott ran behind the counter with Jeremy.  They chose them  as the cashiers because they were the nicest next to Fritz, but he always leaves to sleep after his shift. Then Chris walked through the door. “Chris where the hell did you go?!” Jeremy yelled to him. Chris turned to face him, mop in hand.  “I was on break.” Jeremy face-palmed. “You don’t just ‘go on break’ when were on an alien planet Chris.” Chris nodded thoughtfully. “I guess I'll just go clean up.” Chris walked deeper into the building and started cleaning. Scott turned to Jeremy. “We need to get him a better job.” Scott whispered. “True.” Jeremy nodded.

‘Business came in as usual. Colts and fillies happy to see their robotic friends accompanied their paranoid parents. It seemed like every adult in this country was bracing for us to turn into satan and eat them. I guess the princess did us a solid for no reason by allowing us to run the building. We made some ads earlier but we left them inside the guest room, Fritz said when he was done sleeping he’d go put them up around town. We needed an increase in earn considering the money the Princess gave us is our life blood. It's like the defibrillator to a dead body while our main income  from the Pizzeria is someone hitting a  dead body in the lungs with a huge stick until he wakes up. It's that low. Its probably because we serve foods horses cant eat, so were going out later today to clean our shirts and buy new foods and drinks to serve. I'm glad that Grape jelly bagel butthole toast fucker is dead.’

Scott folded up the sheet of paper and placed it in his pocket. He stuck the pen back in the holster and waited with Jeremy for the clock to tick and them to go on break. “What did you just write?” Jeremy asked. “Nothing. Just… Keeping a journal of sorts to show people of we ever go home.” Scott looked to Jeremy, who had a visibly sadder face. “I never even thought about going home… But… Id rather stay here.” Scott knew that Jeremy had been abused by his parents and bullied by many, but he never knew it was serious enough to make him not go home at all. But fuck it. “Neither would I.” Scott said, and smile at Jeremy. He smiled back. The clock ticked and Fritz and Chris walked behind the counter. “Bye guys.” Fritz yelled out to them was they walked out the door. Mike switched to the main hall camera and yelled bye throught the door. They called bye back, and went on to find something to eat. “How much do you have on you?” Scott asked. “I've only got like…” Scott counted the money in his hand while Jeremy reached into his pocket. “Uh… $12.” Scott finished and looked to Jeremy. “I've got $9.” Jeremy said. “What did you spend the $20 we all take on?” Scott asked. Whenever they left they took $20 for lunch. “I bought a few drinks from the vending machine…” Jeremy said, slowly pushing the small can of unnamed soda back into his pocket. “Not bad. Now I'm thirsty.” Scott said and looked around the Canterlot street. Sure there were a lot of ponies that gave them scared and frightful faces. But when they made eye contact with the guards they probably assumed they just became sterile.

At least that's what it looks like.

“There!” Jeremy yelled out, noticing a small lemonade stand run by 2 small fillies. They looked familiar, but Scott would have to check the camera footage to fully know of they were the 2 best friend fillies that were in the pizzeria earlier. They walked over there, drawing awkward stares from the surrounding ponies but eventually reached the stand. The 2 fillies were scared until they realized who it was. They got in a conversation about the best animatronic. But fillies had an affinity for the bland pizza they made considering they had to remove all meat.

At least they got to eat all the bacon.

Anyways, the two fillies loved Chica as if she was a god. Scott tried to reason about why Foxy was the best and Jeremy joined in with more yelling about why Bonnie's was the best. Eventually they settled on Freddy considering he was the leader, but they still held there inner feelings for the two humans robotic employees. The lemonade was good, not too diabetes-inducing and the hard working fillies were given the rest of what was in the guards pockets, which filled them with joy. Scott swore a silent vow to destroy Chica for tainting the minds of the young.

Everybody knew pirates were the shit, right?

Jeremy drank his lemonade slowly. They found a small picnic table to sit at in a small park-like area. the snobby ponies quickly noticed and ran off to their money. “Hey Jeremy, why didn't you offer me the soda can you have?” Scott asked. “What canned beverage?” Jeremy was an awful liar. “Jeremy, either you have a dick problem or that's a can.” Jeremy's cheeks reddened but continued his lying. “I'm telling you I don’t have one.” Scott sighed. “Yeah you do. Its in your damn pocket.” Scott was starting to get mad. “Ok fine.” Jeremy took the small red can out of his pocket. “Here.” Scott didn't touch the can. “I don’t need it now stupid. We just got lemonade.” Jeremy looked at Scott. “I hate you so much.” Jeremy plopped his head onto the table. “Well, it looks like our breaks over. We should probably head back unless we want to not lose anything.” Scott and Jeremy stood up and walked back to the pizzeria… If they remembered the route.

…..

Who would rob aliens?

Mike flipped through the cameras and noticed the ponies weren’t moving around at all. They were visibly scared of something. Tapping the camera to the entrance, he noticed a small group of ponies in ski masks. Mike looked up and stared blankly at the wall. “Who the fuck would rob aliens?” Mike asks himself and flicks on the mic. A audible crackle comes from the camera on the wall and the 3 masked ponies, One brandishing a knife, look to it. “Hey shitface.” The ponies get closer to the camera. “I'm coming for you.” Mike turns off the camera tablet after retracting the camera. They read more thoroughly through the manual and found that to avoid damage, the cameras could be retracted into a small section of the wall that would close it off. Mike took the handgun out of the holster and walked down the hall. Passing by multiple ponies trying to hide from the masked fiends. For every group or pony he walked by he told them to get into the office and close the door. After every 3 doors were closed, Mike exited into the open area near the cove, prizes and show stage. On of the ponies looked to him and called out to the rest. Mike took aim with the gun, constantly switching through the 3 ponies. “Lister up horse fuckers!” Mike yelled. “You're gonna leave in cuffs out your gonna leave in body bags!” The 3 seemed unfazed by his words. One took a step towards Mike and he shot a bullet near his hoof. The ponies pupils shrank and he took a jump back. The sound of a charging spell was heard to the 2 other ponies, but the glow and sound was undetectable to Mike. “Now lay down you weapons!”

CRACK!

Mike dropped to the ground, unconscious. Two of the ponies went over and tied him up. The unicorn dropped the chair he used to knock Mike out with. A small stain of blood on the leg. Suddenly, multiple gunshots burst through the door into the open area, the shooters weren't spotted due to them popping back into cover.

…..

Jeremy and Scott walked up to the pizzeria, noticing the door broken open. “Uh oh.” Scott says and reaches for the gun on his hip. They walked through the door, Jeremy sticking close behind him and noticed Fritz and Chris tied up unconscious behind the counter with a group of ponies. The register looked to be in the process of being broken open. A muffled angry voice came through the wall, attracting the attention of the two. They moved towards the closed door and Scott took the phone off his head and placed it to the door. A loud crack was heard, then the crumple of fabric. Scott placed the phone back on his head and turned to Jeremy. “Were getting robbed and Mike either just died, or had a bone snapped.” Scott got onto one of the sides of the door. “Were going in.” Jeremy shakily grabbed the pistol and had a bit of a struggle getting it out. He got on the opposite side of the door. “Just shoot in the room and try not to hit Mike.” Jeremy nodded and Scott placed his hand on the door. Scott slowly opened the door and picked targets. He told Jeremy who he was aiming for and for Jeremy to take the rest, but Scott aimed for all of them in is mind. Jeremy might not hit any of them or even fire the gun. Scott took aim at the unicorn closest to the door and fired a bullet. The ponies jumped at the sudden noise but the unicorn dropped. Jeremy blind fired a few bullets, hitting the ponies but not on vital locations. They dropped onto the ground in agony and Scott yelled to Jeremy. “Go try to wake them up! If they don’t to get the pony police people!” He kicked the weapons away from the fallen ponies and picked up Mike’s gun after checking of he was alive. A few minuets later Jeremy showed up with a group of royal guards and doctors. They loaded Mike and Fritz in and said Chris didn't need any medical attention, but they left him with a bandage on his head. The ponies came out of the office and reunited with their family's who were tied up with Chris and Fritz.

Scott stood across the street with Jeremy and watched the ponies organize their business. Scott sighed. “What is it?” Jeremy asked, looking up to him. “Nothing. Just… déjà vu.” Scott sighed and walked with Jeremy back to the castle. Reporters gathered around the duo as they walked and they casually answered some questions.

Maybe this wouldn't be a fresh start.

Chapter 14: He Always Does.

The old suit hit the ground, unfortunately right onto the hand crank. The animatronic parts snapped back into place, but the operator…

Was dead on the inside.

He had multiple holes in him and was dead physically, but he was still alive in a different way. The bleeding was stopped by the suit pressed onto him. He blacked out and woke later in a small bed. Looking through the eyes of the old Bonnie suit, he noticed the walls were bland and all the colours matched a hospital. The medical equipment also supported this feature. But ponies didn't have the technological capability to revive a dead body.

‘Time to test movement.’

The right hand index finger twitched, then the whole hand balled up into a fist. Then with the force of a stampede of elephants put into it, stood up off the bed. He stood off the bed and wandered out the door. It was dark out so it was useful to his sneaking and his ‘eyes’ granted low night vision.

“Wait!” Something called out to him. Turning around he spotted it. It was another horse thing. With a weird nurse cap and the mark thing. Must be a doctor. “You cant leave yet!” She pleaded with him. “Too bad.” Vincent coughed out. “I'm okay.” He proceeded to walk out of the hospital without a disturbance. He made a mental map to head to the pizzeria as soon as possible. The ponies didn't realize he was dead? Guess they never got the suit open. Spring Bonnie hobbled through the streets, scaring any ponies still awake by this point.

“You realize how ironic this is don’t you?” A voice whispered in his head. “You did the same thing to us.” 4 more voices joined in and confirmed Vincent's fears. “No…” He whispered mentally. Spring Bonnie's leg servos locked up and dropped to the ground. “Now, you get to eternally live through what we’ve been through. The horror. The pain. It all comes back…” The young ghostly voice stopped. “… TO YOU!” A enormous amount of pain shot through Vincent form, simulating the pain of his death all over again. When the pain was gone, his form was sucked into the Spring Bonnie's suit and the servos loosened up and Vincent was in control. He stood up with a searing pain in his head and tried his hardest to proceed into the pizzeria. He had unfinished business.

…..

It was 4:00 AM by the time Vincent got to the door. Walking forward a pushing the door open with out a worry,he proceeded to the office. Whoever was working would sure be creeped out of they saw him. Turning the door frames corner he had a clear view of down the hall. Fritz was working. Proceeding down the hall, he stopped just before his feet reached the light. Fritz looked up from the camera at him. He knew he was there. His huge ass ears must be visible. Fritz pupils shrank. He reached for the door button and pressed it, locking Vincent out. ‘I guess I could play a game…’ Vincent thought, noting that he couldn't kill Fritz out right. they would know he was still alive. Walking back to the storage room he bumped into Freddy. Freddy payed no mind to him and continued on walking. Looking to his left he noticed Foxy peeking out of Pirate’s Cove and staring at the camera. Vincent walked past them to the storage room and slaked over to the small metal box and opened the secondary breaker box. Flipping the power switch he heard the noise of the power going out and smiled inside. He didn't need to outside because the suit had decayed enough to just have a constant smile. A ringing came from the office and Vincent quickly jogged back. All the animatronics were converging on Fritz’s position slowly. A conversation over the phone was audible, but with his hearing poor, Vincent couldn't understand a word from the end of the hall. Soon the power came back on. ‘Damn!’ Vincent thought in frustration. ‘Might as well leave before they find me’ he walked back out of the restaurant and climbed onto the roof. Nothing was ever up here so Vincent just laid down in wait. Thinking.

He was always thinking.

…..

Vincent awoke to gunshots.

Jumping up, he was slightly concerned he was the one getting shot, but seeing no new holes on him to add to the existing 1000, he proceeded to stand up and investigate. Walking over to the edge of the roof he spotted a few carriages with the red medical cross and Mike and Fritz being wheeled out. ‘Did they get shot?!’ Vincent asked himself in extreme anticipation. But after noticing a few small injuries and no gun shot wounds, his mood dropped lower than what it already had. ‘I knew I should have done more than just stuff them into the suits…’ He thought looking through the crowd. ‘Couldn’t I just take this suit off if I had the medical supplies to fix myself?’ He thought and let his eyes rest on a medical carriage in the alley next to him. Climbing down when nothing was looking, he grabbed bandages and whatever looked important. ‘Nevrosenthenine?! What the fuck is this stuff?’ He ignored it and grabbed just about everything and climbed back to the roof. He heard hoofsteps and a small conversation just as he got onto the roof. “Whoa. All the equipment is gone!” A male voice sounded in alarm. Vincent payed no more attention to the conversation and moved his fingers to the mask’s mouth. Pressing his fingers into it, he lifted it up to reveal the most horrific face ever. One of his eyes was permanently destroyed, a piece of endoskeleton lodged into the socket. The rest of his face looked okay, considering the suit didn't completely crush him. He released the lock on the neck and pulled the whole head off and instantly went to work on any damage. Next and probably the hardest part would be the torso. The hotspot for the endoskeleton. Opening the front he immediately felt pain. 2 large metal poles were lodged into the area above his hips. Unclamping the back which they were attached to, The suit still held on. “Oh god this is gonna suck…” She wheezed out. He placed his hand on each pole and pushed them back into him. Trying his hardest to contain the endless torment he grabbed a small bloody cloth he used on his head and placed it into his mouth. Crying freely in pain, he do tiled to pushing until he couldn't from the front. Twisting his arms until they were faced properly onto the back he pushed even harder, the whole suit yanking out in a flash of a second. He instantly got on all fours and opened his mouth the drop the cloth out and spit out the blood. He grabbed the cloth and wiped up any blood on his uniform and then grabbed a large bottle. “AWWW FUCK!” He yelled out and just went ape shit and poured the cleansing liquid onto his holes. The agony wants even the worst part, the searing acidic pain of dumping half a bottle of a cut disinfectant down a hole made by a sack of shit with a phone for a head. Vincent moved onto the next hole and was met with equal pain. Eventually he wrapped his whole torso in bandages, the legs didn't close in that much so be just took them off like pants. Limping  to the way off the roof, he dropped the medical supplies down onto the ponies. They looked up to him. “Hey! Why did you take these!” Vincent pointed at the large bandage. “Home renovation.” He climbed down the roof and turned to the ponies. “Which way to not here?” He asked ponies looked to each other with a questioning gaze, then turned back to him. “North?” Vincent nodded and said bye and snuck around he corner into the empty dark pizzeria. Walking into the main hall he noticed a small amount of evidence supporting a struggle. “Huh.” He didn't really care and proceeded into the backstage area. He stepped over a body bag and shell casings but still gave no shits. Reaching the backstage, he found exactly what he needed to make a mark on his enemies. Walking across the bloody room he rested his hand on the small wooden shaft of a hatchet.

Vincent held it in his hand and smiled.

Chapter 15: Thoughts and Violence.

3:13 AM. Monday.

Mike stared at the Pirate’s Cove curtains. A small smile on his face. With a poof a small cylinder with bright blue lights appeared in his right hand. Posing himself in the position of a baseball pitcher, he flung the pulse grenade into the curtains with the force of a meteor, blowing up the entire mini-stage and igniting the fox i a fiery inferno. “Damn I love dreaming.” Mike said as the surrounding area disappeared and he was floating in nothing. Placing his hands on his chest and closing his eyes, he relaxed. Which was unusual especially at a time like this. Mike quickly came up with a silly little thing to dream about and poofed up the two Equestrian princesses. ‘Mike stop it.’ His brain spoke to him in protest. ‘No brain, this must happen.’ He replied to his good conscious. Making a small group of ponies appear in front of the Princesses and proceed spewing admiration out of their mouths. A familiar cold metal grip touched his hand as a poofed up his little slice of heaved in pony land. Levelling the gun at the nearest ponies head, he pulled the trigger and watched all the blood turn into flowers. “Whozamahwhatnow?” Mike looked around and scratched his head. “That wasn't suppose to happen.” Switching the ponies to some of the rich ponies he'd seen before, Mike took another shot, this time the flowers mixing in with blood. “Better… But still not acceptable.” Mike was about to take another shot until the whole gun vanished. “What.” The ponies disappeared all except one. Princess Luna. “As much as we would enjoy to see you executing annoying nobles, it's starting to scare me.” She said with a slightly amused tone. “Oh hi welcome to ‘My Privacy Land.’ Population you ask? Well it should only be %100 fucking me.” Mike said, irritated. “Yes well, you seemed abnormally happy tonight.” Luna said, stepping closer to Mike. “Do you do this every night?” Mike asked. “No, only every other night or so.” Luna said, smiling. ‘Goddamn it.’ Mike thought. ‘My happy sanctum has been breached.’ Mike sighed. “What's plaguing you Michael?” She asked out of nowhere. Mike looked up to her surprised. “What do you mean?” He asked. “You've been nothing but angry and sad, and it's not just because you've been sent away from your home.” Mike sighed again. “Nothing. The only thing upsetting me right now is you invading my mind. That's happened too many times.” Mike said in an upset tone.

“Well, it's always happy to have company? Even better, friends.” Mike nodded his head no. “Last time I had a true friend my life was ruined.” Mike pointed to the stitches on his head. “No second chances?” Luna asked. Mike nodded in response. “The only person I would consider a friend would be the others.” Mike though on something else, but dismissed it. “What about stronger relationships?” Luna asked in a still assertive-ish tone. “Doll…” Mike whispered to himself, feeling tears well up in his eyes. Wiping his eyes on his sleeve, he looked back to Luna. “No point anymore…” Mike struggled to stop himself from shattering his masculinity. “Why not?” Luna asked in a motherly and caring tone and took a few steps closer to him. Mike wiped more tears from his eyes, unable to answer her. Mike’s pain inside took over his physical control centre and he dropped down onto all fours. “I-I just…” Mike would never see his wife again. How could he have forgotten all this time? Denial? Do he just thing he was going to go home by the end of the day? It finally caught up. A small tear trailed down his face as he just ceased to function. Sagging onto the ground and crying, Luna picked him up in her magic and hugged him. Her wings wrapped around him and Luna closer her eyes.

They sat there for hours. Doll wasn't coming back.

7:23 PM. Monday.

It was another regular day, not as many customers. Mike stayed home, said he didn't feel good. They just let the cameras record and delete the footage at the end of the day. Once the building closed and everyone left, Scott stayed back to finish cleaning. Walking down the hall to delete the camera footage, he heard the sound of shoes hitting the tiled floor behind him. He turned to face who it was but was met with nothing. “The hell…” Scott continued down the hall without noticing the figure running across the hall to the right door hallway. Proceeding into the office he picked up the tabled and erased the camera footage. A soft  ‘tink’ came from the right hallway and Scott looked down it. “Ok sure Scott. This isn't how people always die in horror movies.” He said to himself and walked down the hall, nothing was in it but he proceeded down it to just make sure. Then the running reached his ears again, but before he could even turn around, he was dropped onto his back with a grunt.

Opening his eyes he was immediately met with an axe coming down on his head, he rolled to the right and mostly missed the axe however some of it came down on the left of his face, making a large crack and yell of pain from Scott. Standing up another slice of the axe came down on his left leg, cracking into the bone. Scott yelled out in pain and just as the axe was about to come back down on his head, he heard gunshots, a yell of pain and running. Running into the hall, gun drawn, was Fritz. Arriving early for his shift. “This week gets worse and worse…” Fritz said to himself as he picked up Scott and placed his arm over his shoulder. They proceeded to hobble out and get met with, once again, an ambulance. They took Scott inside and took Fritz for questioning. Still a shitty job.

The guards said they didn't catch the perpetrator, but they said it was most likely a pony. The hall was too dark for Fritz to notice anyone and Scott was halfway to having a leg cut off to notice. The building was closed for investigation, one lead by  Celestia herself. “You need to rest.” She said to Fritz. “You've earned it. You did save a life after all…” Fritz nodded in protest. “I didn't do much. I just… Shot. I could've hit Scott.” Celestia nodded. “But you didn't. Now, go rest up.” Fritz nodded and turned to walk back inside the guest room. Chris and Jeremy were out and haven't revived news about what happened and Mike just laid in his bed, shedding a tear once in a while. Fritz turned to him from his bed. “Whats going on with him…” Fritz spoke to himself. Fritz walked over to Mike with the intention to talk to him, but after looking at his face he realized it was probably a bad idea if the black smoke coming from his closed eyes was any hint.

“We must go now.” Luna stood up. “Its time to lower the moon.” Mike nodded his head and laid on to his back and imagined up his old home. Luna was gone in a flash. Mike stared up at the empty white sky. ‘Well its time to wake up or something.’ Mike remembered that as a kid people always said “you always wake up before you hit the ground.” Mike felt himself rising and realized he was imagining a skyscraper. “This is gonna be a long fall…” The building abruptly after reaching max height. It was a bland looking building. So bland It didn't have damn windows. Mike stepped over to the edge of the building. “Woah shit.” Mike gasped. “Where did the ground go?” He joked around after realizing the building was THAT high up. Taking a few steps back for a running start he stopped mid run. ‘Wait. This would be ally more awesome if I was in a car.’ Poofing up a M1 Abrams he- “THIS ISNT WHAT I WANTED BUT YES.” He climbed into the tank and immediately made a realization. “I don’t know how to drive this.” Looking around the tanks cabin, he spotted something familiar. HE shells. “Oh boy.” Grabbing them and getting ductape, he placed all the shells together in a cluster and taped them all together. Bringing them over to the front of the tank he taped them the hood and climbed back into the tank. “Always time to learn.” He took hold of the controls and immediately pushed the stick forward. “Well.” The tank pushed at a speed too fast for a tank and smashed open the edge of the building and plummeted off the roof. “Whoo!” The tank hit the ground and melted in a raging inferno.

Mike shot up from his bed. “That was awesome.” Fritz looked over to him. “What were you doing?” Mike smiled. “I drove a tank.” Fritz’s expression and mood dropped.  “While you were having fun Scott almost got axe murdered.” Mike’s eyes widened and be climbed out of his bed. “Why were you crying?” Fritz's question caught Mike off guard. “N-nothing.” He continued across the room to Scott. “Holy shit.” The large crack down Scott's head was replaced with a cheap replacement for metal or plastic. It wasn't even the right shade of red. “Is he okay?” Mike asked to Fritz. “Not sure. The doctors patched him up and said he was stable enough to take home. A knock came from the door and attracted everyone's attention. Walking over Mike opened the door and was met with a small castle maid and Jeremy and Chris. The maid has a cart of food with a lot of salad and some meat. Celestia told them they had meat but it was usually served to the griffon diplomats but after they told the staff they eat meat, they just got bacon and some other meaty stuff brought to the room. Pulling in the cart and thanking the mare, Mike  looked over to Scott's bed and already noticed that Jeremy and Chris were there. Mike grabbed a salad and lightly pushed the cart over to the bed and went back to his bed. “I wish we still had that weird shit we all got when we first came here.” Mike muttered. “It still exists but the ponies have it stored somewhere.” Chris said. Mike nodded and returned to eating his salad.

…..

10:23 AM. Tuesday.

“Oh this is such BS.” Doll muttered as she trudged through the dark forest, sharpened spear in hand. Doll woke up in the forest weeks ago and she's sorta met the native population. Ponies. As much as she would love to run in there and become a little girl again, she held back against it. Crouching down and sneaking in to a spaced out bush, she spotted a deer in the middle of an opening in the forest. The forest was dense and was near this huge castle thing. Turning her attention back to the deer. She took aim with the throwing spear and threw it.

“Shit.” The spear hit the ground like a meter away from the deer. Then it ran away. “I curse you deer. I'll come back for you.” Doll made an oath and proceeded back into the little camp she made. It was literally a few trees in a tight  cluster with a bunch of branches piled up around the opening in between trees. Food was in short supply. ‘Maybe I should just go to the locals.’ Doll thought as she picked up all her important supplies and remaining food. She looked down at her hand and sighed in depression as she looked at the ring. “I miss you.” She said and set out for the pony city.

Chapter 16: Star Wars is Fucking Awesome.

2:12 PM Tuesday.

Doll decided to go to the castle. If the ponies had royalty, they'd be in the castle. The ponies gave her a weird look, but proceeded on anyways. ‘Have they seen me before?’ She thought in panic. After walking deeper into the town a group of golden armoured ran up to her. “Please come with us.” Doll was going to argue wight them, but then noticed their spears. “Lead the way.” The royal guards lead Doll into the castle and to the throne room. The Princess was immediately surprised by the appearance of another human. “Hello.” The Princess greeted nicely. “I am Princess Celestia.” She said in a motherly tone. “Whats yours?” Doll felt safe but had it in the back of her mind they were gonna lure her into a false sense of security. “Uh… Doll. My name is Doll.” Celestia was amazed on the inside. Luna told her about Mike’s wife earlier in the day. She sent a message to her sister to bring Mike to the throne room. “Hello Doll…” The Princess waited  for a response from Luna. Eventually she got one ‘Right outside with him.’

“Well Doll…”

The doorknob turned.

“We have someone you would like to meet.”

The door opened and Luna stepped out.

“Her?” Doll asked.

“No.” Celestia said.

Mike walked out and was hit with a Tsunami of happiness and surprise.

“Him.”

Doll stared with the same feelings as Mike.

Mike walked towards Doll. The throne room was empty. Doll was on the verge of crying tears of joy. As was Mike. Mike stopped a foot away and stared at her for a few seconds. Mike smiled. Doll smiled. They walked up  to each other and wrapped up each other in a loving embrace for hours, it seemed.

They were together again.

…..

3:45 PM

“Well… This sucks.” Jeremy said as he inside a hastily abandoned coffee shop. The ponies piled out the second they saw him in the window. Taking a sip of the coffee that could be comparable to dirt, he left a small tip. The ponies probably tried to kill him with ass-fastening coffee. A night guards worst nightmare. Walking out into the setting sun of Canterlot, he looked up and down the street for anything to keep him entertained. Walking down the street and taking a right his eyes were immediately drawn to the familiar two-legged scout walker from the greatest film series of all time. Walking over to it and basking in its gray and slightly charred exterior, he looked to the building that was home to the wondrous machine and read the name.

‘Alien museum.’

“I'm sure they'd love me.” Jeremy said out loud as he walked over to the front door. Why the building looked like the Lincoln memorial he’d never question. Opening the door he spotted a horse shoe shaped desk and a most tired looking mare writing things on paper behind a desk, her face obscure due to the stacks of paper. Jeremy coughed to get the mares attention. He really wanted to know if the Empire AT-ST sitting outside actually worked. Jeremy would be the happiest man on the planet. Growing up he slightly idolized Star Wars, but he never let anyone know because he’d be even more bullied for being a nerd. The mare was slightly woke and started to look to Jeremy. “Yes hello how ca-“ her jaw dropped when she laid eyes on Jeremy. “Oh sweet Celestia.” Jeremy smiled and walked over to the desk, the mare hadn't fainted yet so that was a good sign. “Does the robot outside still work?” He got straight to the point. The mare was so exited to meet and actual alien. The mare got up in a hurry and looked right into his soul. “I’ll be right back!” She yelled faster than Pinkie Pie and vanished out into and office looking area behind the desk. Looking around Jeremy spotted a multitude of different things. A dead Strider from the HL2 game series and even the huge ass sword from Final Fantasy. “This is confusing.” Jeremy said as he scratched his head. The door opened again and Jeremy turned to face the new ponies. One of them was a serious looking old stallion and the other was an over the top happy young mare. “Hello! My name is Sugar Rush!” The young mare yelled. ‘I wonder why.’ Jeremy giggled. The mare pointed her arm to the elder stallion. “This is my dad Extra Terrestrial!” The stallion waved his hoof. ‘ET? Ironic.’ Jeremy smiled and stepped towards them. “Hey. I'm Jeremy Fitzgerald.” He took Sugar’s hoof and shook it, the. Did the same to ET, who quickly wrote down something on a sheet of paper attacked to a clipboard. “I hope you don’t mind me asking, but where are you from?” ET said in a husky voice. “I'm from Earth, but I was born in a country called America. More specifically, the United States of America. USA for short, or just the States.” ET quickly wrote stuff down, probably about Murica’ and looked back to Jeremy. “Do you happen to have any cool stuff? Like a laser gun or a spaceship?!” Sugar asked. “No, but I have something that would probably be cool for me to show you.” Jeremy said. The mares eyes widened and she smiled. “Please!” She pleaded. “I really shouldn’t, its really awesome.” The mare pleaded more. “Please please please pleeeeeeaaaaase!!!” Forget Sugar Rush, it should be Tear Rush. “Fine.” Jeremy took out his gun, making sure the safety was on and showed it to the ponies. “This is a gun. Or a firearm.” Jeremy dropped the magazine out and took out a bullet. “These are bullets. This gun fires them at a high speed with the intent to kill or injure.” The mare seemed un-fazed by this unlike any of the other ponies who hear about guns. “Can I ask you something now?” The ponies nodded. “Why are you allowed to keep all this in public? Shouldn't it be in the pony equivalent of Area 51? Or at least in the castle?” ET nodded no. “The Princesses deemed them safe and allowed us to put them on display after the scientists in the castle studied them. They didn't get much due to the technology being way too advanced but I've learned a lot from being around half the stuff in here.” Jeremy nodded and pointed out the window. “Could you get that working?” The ponies looked and shrugged. “Yeah. It already is in perfect condition. We just couldn't find a way to make anything work.” Jeremy nodded in thought until a theoretical lightbulb exploded and caused World War 3 above his head. If you could help me move it to our building I could allow you to take a look at some of the spare cameras and endo skeletons we keep around.” The ponies nodded and walked outside with Jeremy. ET charged up a long range teleport spell and asked Jeremy for the street the building was on. “Oh… It's on Luna Avenue.” In an almost blindingly bright light, the AT-ST was gone. The ground stared the walk to Freddys. More questions were asked than steps taken. Once they arrived they found the AT-ST the way They found it next to the building on the right side of the path leading to the front door. The perfect spot. “Hold on.” Jeremy ran inside the temporarily closed pizzeria and came back out dragging and endoskeleton with a camera’s support stand in his mouth. “Here.” He said after he took the camera out of his mouth. “I might need these back.” ET immediately examined closely the camera and Sugar jut stared in awe at the skeleton. “Oh! I almost forgot.” Jeremy reached into his pocket and took out 50 or so bits and handed it to the ponies. “It's not much, but I hope it covered the cost for the AT-ST.” Sugar looked at him and used her magic to grab the money, then looked to the walker. “AT-ST?” She giggled. “I always called it the chicken.” ET teleported the items back to the lab/museum and turned to Jeremy. “Thank you Mr. Fitzgerald. This could seriously benefit Equestrian technology. Jeremy closed his eyes and smiled. “Just call me Jeremy.” He opened his eyes again. “And thank YOU for this magnificent piece of my planets culture.” With that the ponies were off, and Jeremy could finally start his devious plan. Climbing onto the roof of the building he noticed the taken apart Springtrap suit laid across the roof accompanying blood. ‘Ill have to tell the Princess about this when I'm done.’ Jeremy was worried, but then realized he was going to have all the equipment they would need to finish off that jelly bagel grape wine toast fucker MLG dank Kush marriage ruining needle fearing fucktard once and for all. Jumping across the gap and grabbing on to the top of the walked he called upon the mighty gods of upped body strength the climbed onto the top of the walker. Opening the top hatch he climbed into the dark cabin. “Alright, power source is close. Just need a battery of something…” Jeremy took the flashlight off his belt and shined it around the cabin until he sought eyes on a small switch next to a soft orange blinking light. The button had a lightning bolt on it, the universal sign of electricity. “Jackpot.” He said as he pushed the button. A soft whirring of hear behing him opened up a small shelf containing two large modified car batteries that were connected to the walked by a number of different cords. At least 4 cords per battery. Disconnecting all of them and taking the batteries out the orange light stopped completely. ‘Must have been just enough juice in these to keep that going.’ Jeremy thought as the climbed out of the walker, batteries in hand. He hopped back across to the roof and proceeded over to the solar panels. Placing the batteries down he looked around for some loose electrical wire or metal. There was an odd key shaped slot in the top of the battery and had a small charge meter on each. He found 3 metal paper clips on the roof and picked up two and walked over to the walker. “Please don’t kill me, okay logic?” Jeremy asked the common sense god as he stuck the two paper clips into the rectangular hole in each battery. 1 for each hole. “Alright, now the toasty time.” Jeremy walked over to the panels and found a spare set of alligator clips. “Perfect. This is all so perfect.” The clips were connected directly to a solar panel, on that was connected to the rest. The electrical hotspot. Once again, perfect. Managing to connect the clips to the paper clip, he walked over to the electrical box next to the solar panel hive-mind. “Alright Jeremy, time to use your extensive learning to flip one switch.” He said as he opened the panel. “This is too simple.” Jeremy said as he stared blankly at the panel. 3 switches for 3 options. ‘Having multiple on splits power I guess.’ Jeremy thought. ‘Clamps, Building and Off. Oh wow so elaborate.’ Jeremy thought as he flipped off building and turned on clamps. The hum of electricity reached his ears as he closed the box again. Looking over to the battery he saw it was working perfectly, in fact, it was soaking up power like dirt soaks up water. It was practically full by the time he reached it. When it was full he cautiously moved it to the second until it was full. He flipped the switches back to building and used a stick to take out the paper clips. Don’t want to get fried now do we. The batteries were toasty, but he nevertheless grabbed them and climbed back into the walker. “Alright…” He said has he stuck the batteries back into position and hooked up all the words again. Flicking the power switch the panel closed. A good sign. He sat down in the operatos seat and opened the hatch. “Oh my god this is  the best.” He looked around at the (surprisingly) small amount of controls and found the power switch on the top of the cabin along with a large lever. Flipping the switch he heard the engines of the walker heat up. “So awesome.” He grabbed the horizontal switch and slowly pulled it down, the cabin lights turning on and everything activating. A small screen between the two seats started to display AT-ST system statuses.

-MAIN WEAPON SYSTEMS ONLINE-

-SERVOS ACTIVE-

-MOVEMENT SYSTEMS ONLINE-

-ALL SYSTEMS RESPONSIVE. AT-ST 37482 READY FOR USE-

“Show time.” Jeremy stuck his hands on the joy stick and the walked jolted up to full height. ‘Oh… I should probably watch my step too.’ Jeremy thought and pushed forwards on the joystick. The walker moved forwards and Jeremy almost cried at the beauty. Pushing the stick to the left the walkers head looked down the street, the scared looks from ponies was what he mostly noticed. Pushing the stick straight the ‘waist’ gyro rotated and moved the legs to the direction of the head. ‘And now, WE RIDE!’ He though in awesomeness and started humming the imperial march as he stomped his way into town. “WHO A PUSH OVER NOW?” Jeremy was probably going power hungry just being inside a damn magic was machine. Approaching the castle walls he realized he probably should stop going insane and be normal before the ponies blew him up. The royal guards immediately got angry determined faces once he got in eye range of the guards. He leaned forwards to the hatch and yelled through it. “Hey guys! It just me! Open the gate please!” The guards were confused but opened the gate either way. Walking into the courtyard he found all his friends and… DOLL?! Jeremy's eyes widened. As did his friends. Rotating in the chair he stood up and opened the hatch. “HOLY JESUS!” Jeremy was exited to say the least. Him and Doll were friends, but just friends. Mike let him know daily. Every was gathered around a picnic basked and sitting on blankets. Jermey climbed down the walker and ran over to the group. “JERMEY WERE DID YOU GET THAT SICK FUCKING WALKED?!” Mike, Scott and Doll all yelled out at the same time.

“That doesn't matter! Where did you find Doll?!” Doll laughed. “I was in the woods and I geuss the ponies already met you guys. They brought Mike to me ask well… I've never felt happier except when we got married.” Everybody stared at Doll and Mike. “Group hug!” Jermey yelled and then that's exactly what happened. Everyone sat down, funny happy conversations later Mike asked about the AT-ST. “There was this weird alien technology museum, it was outside when I found the building. I have the ponies there some spare tech we had lying around and they gave me this. Then I just used the solar power and charged the battery's.” Everyone was happy. It was a great day. Everyone laid on their back, staring at the clouds. “Scott how are you holding up?” Jeremy asked. Scott looked over to him. “I'm okay. I just wish we would've caught whoever became and axe murderer.” Scott said. “Someone must be a human racist.” Mike joked around. “That one looks like a tank.” Fritz said, pointing at the slightly tank shaped cloud. “True.” Jeremy said. “That one looks like an AT-ST.” Doll said, pointing to the AT-ST. “Hey that reminds me. You guys and gal wanna go for a ride?” Jeremy asked. Everyone shot up like they were on crack and nodded vigorously. “Alright, Chris your co-pilot.” Chris nodded and they all stood up and walked over to the walker. Jeremy and Chris climbed up first and took seats inside the walker. Scott climbed up and peeked inside. “Hey guys I don’t thing theres enough room in there for one more of us.” Scott said as Jeremy started thinking on his stupid error of sitting spots. “Just sit on the roof, its spacious and the walkers kinda slow unless we put it into over drive.” Scott nodded and closed the hatch and helped the rest of the merry bunch on to the walker. “Do the guns work?” Mike asked. “I don’t think that's a good thing to ask in the capital city of the most developed species on this planet.” Doll said and lightly punched Mike. “Oh shit yeah.” Mike sat down facing the direction of the walker. “Where too?” Jeremy asked after showing Chris the controls. “Uh…” Everyone though. “Somewhere to eat?” Chris asked with  no objections. “Alright then.” Jeremy opened his hatch and turned on the walker. “This is gonna end horribly isn't it?” Scott asked.

“Yeah.”

“Definitely.”

“Oh yeah, 100%.”

“Maybe…”

“I shouldn't have opened my damn mouth.” Scott said, as the walked proceeded out into the dark streets of Canterlot.

Chapter 17

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.

The (Terrible) Ending

1 Week later…

Jeremy placed a small orange flower in front of the tombstone. He stood there for a few seconds, then walked back to Mike. “Come on Jeremy.” Mike said as he turned to walk back out onto the streets with Jeremy. Ponies host funeral services really fast. They must've been under pressure due to humans being ‘alien’ to them. Mike zipped up his jacket as this boots crunched in the snow. A designer in the castle had been working hard to make them new clothes. They sat outside a small café on a street corner not far from the graveyard in silence. “So did you change your stance on the situation?” Jeremy sighed and shook his head. “No Mike. We cant go back.” Mike grunted in annoyance. They'd been trying to convince Jeremy that getting sent back home would be better than staying here. They knew nothing about the planet, only knew a few of the ponies and most importantly had nobody else to relate with but each other. “Come on man.” Mike started. “Don’t you miss your other friends? Your job? Having fun? Technology more advanced than potatoes?” Mike asked. Jeremy shook his head again. “It wouldn't be the same. Scott's gone.” Mike nodded. “But wouldn't he want us to be happy? To go back and live our lives with other humans?” Mike asked. Jeremy nodded. “I'll think about it Mike. Just… Please stop asking.” Jeremy said politely. “Alright Jeremy.” A waiter came over shortly, freezing in the uniform issued to all waiters at the café. It clearly wasn't warm enough for the snow. “C-c-can I-I ta-t-take your o-order?” The unicorn chattered between his teeth. “Just a coffee. For both of us.” Mike said. The waiter nodded and quickly ran off, happy to be anywhere but outside or next to the 2 men.

…..

Tuesday. 2:12 PM.

“Ugh.” Chris grunted as he smashed his head on the wooden table, gaining Fritz's attention. “What the hell are you doing Chris?” Fritz said, lowering the sandwich he was eating across the room from his mouth. “ITS SO FUCKING BORING MAN.” Fritz laughed. “I know how you feel.” Fritz said sadly, staring at the lettuce and tomato only sandwich.  Chris shot up, a smile on his face. “I know what we could do!” Fritz looked back over to Chris and raised an eyebrow. “What?” Chris wasted no time getting to the point. Not that any explanation in between was needed. “We could go shoot the AT-ST in the forest!” Fritz sighed. “No Chris. The Princesses said we couldn't fire the AT-ST. Last time we did we blew up the fucking lookout tower on the castle. And besides, the servos are all frozen.” Chris went back to banging his head on the table.

The door burst open and in stomped in Doll. A small grin on her face. “Both of you out.” She said. “Wait wh-“ Fritz never finished due to paper being smushed into his face. Grabbing the paper he read over it quickly. “Oh shit yeah. CHRIS ABANDON SHIP!” The paper flew across the room and slid onto the floor next to Chris. Who took one look at it

‘Anniversary.’

“AWWW FUCK!” Chris yelled as he flip over the desk and ran across the room and jumped through the open window. Luckily he just landed on a royal guard in the courtyard. Doll hopped onto her bed and waited for Mike to show up.

…..

“Jeremy I gotta go…” Mike said, standing up. Jeremy drink any of his coffee. He wasn't in the mood for any. Leaving the tip with Jeremy, he ran off to the castle. Didn't want to keep Doll waiting. It's was their anniversary after all. Running into the castle and disturbing most of the guards, he charged straight for the groups room. Reaching to door he ground Fritz, slumped on the ground outside the door. “Oh damn. You ok Fritz?” Mike asked walking up to him. Fritz was alive but he was terrified of whatever was in there. “What is it bud?” Mike asked, helping Fritz onto his feet. “You picked a good one Mike.” Mike felt confused but Fritz patted him on the back and walked off. “Uh…” Turning the doorknob and peeking inside he noticed the only light in the room em instead from candles lining the walls of the room and… The bed. “Oh please no.” Mike said as he stepped into the room. Once he reached the middle he was poked on the shoulder. Turing to face who it was he only got met with a hard shove into the bed. “OH I KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NOW.” Mike yelled right before Doll pounced him.

…..

12:00 PM.

“Poor Mike.” Jeremy said in sadness. Fritz patted him in the back. “Its ok Jeremy. I'm sure he’ll come out good as knew. Maybe ever better.” Fritz whispered. The noises coming out of that room were… Less than ‘good.’ “How long have them been in there?!” Chris asked in astonishment. “Since like… 3 dude. Its insane.” Fritz said. They all sat outside the room against their better judgement. “Why did we sit here. Isn't it weird?” Jeremy asked. “It's better if your closer to pray for the health of Mike and his boy parts.” Chris said. “God rest his wiener.” They placed their hands together and said in unison; “Amen.”

….

3:21 AM. Wednesday.

“Dear god.” Chris said. Jeremy and Fritz were dead basically in the middle of the room. The horror of Mike and Doll’s anniversary being too much for them to handle. Chris could handle it, having been both genders. “I better sleep.” Chris said, curling into the fetal position and falling asleep.

…..

Skeletons in night watch hats laid against the wall, when the door finally opened. Doll walked out, as if nothing ever happened. The skeletons quickly turned back into Fritz, Chris and Jermey once more. They looked back at the open door and awaited Mike to come out. I after an hour or so, he hobbled out of the room. His eyes told the whole story. He looked as if he single handily won the Vietnam war white riding a tiger that was trying to kill him while disarming a nuclear bomb during a goddamn lunar eclipse. He dropped jaw first onto the marble floor. The group ran over to him, picked him up and ran him into the bathroom. Pouring a bottle of 5 hour energy the got out of god-knows-where down his throat and grabbing some food they also stuffed it down his throat, brushed his hair and teeth and threw him down the stairs and took him back to bed. All in under 5 seconds.

…..

“So, you're all ready to leave?” The princess asked the group standing before her. They all nodded and the princess became saddened. “I understand your time in Equestria has been brief and filled with loss, but please understand we never wanted anything bad to happen to any of you.” Mike stepped forward. “It's okay Princess. We’ll still give you a 5 star rating on Yelp.” Jeremy and Fritz laughed. “Hey Mike. That was pretty…” Jeremy tried not to laugh before finishing his pun. “… Horse.” Mike sighed. “Jeremy stop.” The princess casted a spell and opened up a large black doorway. The group lined up and faced into the doorway. Turning around they saw all the ponies they had met thus far. The Elements. The alien museum ponies and the Princesses. Twilight even had wings now! Woot. “So, what are you gonna do with Freddy’s?” Mike asked the Princess. She shrugged. “Not sure. Hire employees?” Mike shrugged. “Sure.” Turning to face the group again he saw a ghost version of Scott waving bye. The group waved and turned to face to portal. “That was a nice vacation don’t you guys think?” Doll asked. “Yeah.” Was the bland response from everyone. Stepping into the portal, everything went black.

…..

Mike woke up in the office chair behind the desk in the office. Looking to his left, was Jeremy, who looked to him and smiled. To their right was Scott. “Ha ha!” He laughed. “I'm not dead anymore!” He yelled to the two. Leaning into the door was Fritz. “Hey guys. OH SHIT SCOTT!” Fritz yelled in happiness. The group hug happened and was nice. They weren't in pony land anymore. Back on the real earth.

“Hello mom! Hello dad!” Cherry Bomb went off in Mike’s pocket. Taking out his phone he answered. “Hey Mike.” Mike smiled. “Hey Doll.” A second pause Doll talked back into the phone. “Could you pick up some milk on your way home?” Mike laughed.

“Sure Doll.”

But was it really over? Yeah I guess. But nothing ever over until the person writing the story comes up with a good way to make an ending and not laying in his bed at 2:12 AM writing a story on his goddamn phone. So, yeah.

SUPER AWETHORZZZ NOTES:

So that was it. Boom. Short ass chapter for a shitty ending.

Yeah, I wrote this whole story on my IPod. It was just a side thing. But thank you guys so much! The support you guys said and the feedback you left helped, now I never meant to correct anything. but the sequel -Holy Shit- will be more professionally written with each chapter being more than 500 fucking words. And not on an IPod. So keep your eyes out in like a few weeks for…

SOME SHIT WITH THE SAME TITLE.

SCOTT IS OBI-WAN AT THE END OF STAR WARS.

PRESS X TO PAY MIKES BOY PARTS RESPECT.

( YEE sex was implied )

“Bye.” – Sloopity Doopity 2015

Chapter 7: Back Again.

“So when do we start?” Jeremy asked the princess.

“Monday. Currently its Saturday so you should probably go make sure we didn't destroy anything in our search of the establishment.” Celestia said while floating a book over to them. “Since we have no records of you're Equestria citizenship, I'll ask that you read over this book and come back here on Sunday and we will fill out the forms.” She finished and opened the door with her magic.

“Okay I guess we’ll be going…” Scott said and looked down at the ‘map’ that showed the wrought to the pizzeria. The question was on all their minds, there were 2 ‘Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza’s that were made, the one with only 4 animatronics and where all the bad shit happened. The bite, the 5 murdered kids and such. But if this was a new country… Or even planet… The restaurant had a clean slate. They could re-open Pirates Cove and clean up the animatronics. But that would be very expensive…

“Could we borrow some money for repairs and cleaning?” Mike asked as politely as a man with no frontal lobe could have.

Celestia raised an eyebrow, but complained no less and teleported up a hefty sack of money, that the royal guards dropped their jaws upon seeing. Must have been a lot. Mike grabbed the bag and they turned and walked out. Celestia turned to the doors out to the balcony where she could address the city. Luna joined her sister at the doors and they walked down the hallway to the balcony, communicating telepathically.

‘What do you make of them?’ Celestia asked her sister.

‘They seem trustworthy. But the line gets drawn at the purple one. He doesn't seem safe at all…’ Luna responded with. She didn't know much about ‘Vincent’ but she and her sister and about every other unicorn on the planet could sense the amount of dark energy he emitted.

‘Indeed, most of them had different aspects. The one with the red object on his head must be the leader amongst their species. He and the one with no face, just punctuation. We will need to ask them more about it sometime.’ Celestia said, thinking back on the guards.

‘Did you sense what came from Michael?’ Luna though.

‘His extremely suppressed anger and sadness? I will also ask him about it…’

‘No, not only that but… What he keeps it suppressed with?’ Luna replied, thinking about her.

‘His love for another? If their species and culture is like ours, they must have the same type of relationships.’ Celestia said.

‘Yes, that. But it's also building some sadness. It's natural. If he's not around his ‘special somepony’ he seems to get sadder. Also, his suppressed anger rises more.’

They arrived at the balcony, and the paparazzi has already amassed. Celestia started to charge a spell she hadn't used since the changeling invasion of Canterlot, a spell that would contact the minds of all citizens of Equestria.

She used the spell, and connected it to all the sentient creatures in Equestria.

‘Attention citizens of Equestria, today we have 5 new citizens joining our wonderful nation. Do not be scared of their appearance, as they look like the top half of a centaur and the bottom half of a monkey. They are civilized and speak Equestrian, so do not contact the authorities if you see them around. Currently they are in Canterlot under supervision so please do not panic. Thank you, Princess Celestia.’ She finished the message and walked back inside to eat some lunch with Luna.

The guards charged through the streets like a stampede, when they left the castle they had gained the attention of the whole paparazzi, luckily they were a few houses from the pizzeria. They smashed through a lemonade stand and continued running, spotting 2 guards keeping the paparazzi who wanted pictures of the inside of the pizzeria already at bay, the night watchmen ran over and stopped the ongoing battle of the building for a second and received some weird stares, but everything resumed and they smashed though the swarm of photographers.

“Hey you better keep them all at bay!” Was all Jeremy was able to yell out as they smashed into the buildings front doors and onto the ground. The 2 guards outside the building turned around to be greeted by a tsunami of reporters, new and old.

The guards recognized the entrance as the one to the old building, it has the same dining halo and the 3 mascots of the company charging on stage. However, in the corner the familiar sound of the music box played on, gaining the attention of the guards.

“Is this some sort of hybrid pizzeria?” Fritz asked, looking around. The floors were still the black and white tiles, but the door to the backstage was switched to a door that read ‘parts & service’ the guards walked over to the door and opened it up, the contents were pretty self explanatory. Some wiring equipment and tools, but in the corner were the toy animatronics. They were sat in the corner and had cables connecting to their backs and were asleep like the rest. The guards turned around and left after checking the room for damage. They didn't notice the slightly twitching tarp in the corner opposite of the toys.

Instead of the main halo that connected originally to the parts and service room, it was the long hallway that Foxy always was at the end of. At the end of the hallway, was the office. But not the office with the mask, the way better office with electro-magnetic doors. Way better. Or the right side of the hallway was the men's bathroom and a doorway that lead down into a hallway that connected to the left side of the office. On the right was the women's bathroom and another hallway that lead to the other side of the office. Earlier they spotted pirates cove in the dining hall, Mike didn’t notice it but the others sure did. On the ground in front of the purple curtains was a large puddle of blood and a small bandana that looked like it was ripped in half.

Mike ran down the hallway as fast as he could to do something he thought would be funny. The rest knew what he was about to do so they charged him, Scott ran down the hallway that lead to the right door and Jeremy went to the left door. Mike reached the button panel on the desk in the middle of the room and slammed the door button, closing the middle door and blocking everyone out. Footsteps echoed out of each door on his sides, and he ran to the right door and slammed the door, but it was too late for the left. Mike was now going to meet his not at all violent death.

But it was Jeremy.

“Jeremy close the door!” Mike yelled after spotting the rest charging down the hall behind him. Jeremy looked to his left and spotted the door button between the door and window. He pressed it and the door slammed shut directly behind him, locking him and Mike inside the office. The camera monitor was charging in the corner. Mike walked over and picked it up and checked the cameras. There were 2 in each hallway, one for directly outside the door (good thing too, there were no lights.) to spot anyone outside the door. The one for the hallway faced down it, the same camera locations were in the other hallway. In the long middle corridor, was a camera facing down the whole hall above the door to walk down to the office. The camera for pirates cove, as well as the prize counter cam. The main stage was the same. However, the dining area camera was in bad quality, luckily the whole area was lit up and it would be easy to spot anyone inside.

Fritz, Scott and Vincent were eating pizza in the kitchen, the camera was no longer broken. A loud clang came from the front door and the guards in the kitchen pointed at the camera, the. Out the closed kitchen door. Mike flipped out to the dining area camera and saw the animatronics approaching the kitchen. Scared for the life of his “friends” Mike looked for a way to signal them, underneath the tablet was a manual, Mike flipped through the book and spotted a ‘microphone’ option.

“Mike what are you doing?” Jeremy asked when he spotted Mike flipping through pages.

“THE ANIMATRONICS ARE GOING TO KILL THEM!” Mike yelled, looking allover the tablet for a microphone.

“WHAT?!” Jeremy yelled and ran over to Mike, who had the camera on the 3 animatronics approaching the kitchen.

Mike found the button on the screen, above the button to wind the music box. Pressing it and switching to the kitchen he yelled.

“GET BACK TO THE OFFICE NOW!” He yelled and all the guards burst up and kicked open the door and spotted the animatronics.

The guards ran past them to the hall and Mike opened the door and looked down at the tablet and saw something in the doorway he was right next to. He was even on the camera. Mike slowly looked up and was met face to face with his childhood friend. Captain Foxy.