The Parasprite Wars

by Darkswirl

Rating: teen
Tags: Dark, Alternate Universe, Sad, Tragedy, Adventure
Length: 634

The description I want to use is too long.

What if the parasprites didn't eat just fruits and buildings? What if after everything they could eat was, they turned their hungry mouths to the ponies? The story takes place three years after the parasprite plague. Equestria has been decimated by the cute yet devilish monsters and, as a last resort before they went into hiding, the royal sisters ordered metal shelters to be built until the parasprites died of starvation. Most ponies never made it to these shelters; including you. You decided you'd be safer running and fighting off the parasprites than sitting in a box that you couldn't get out of once you were inside. Written in diary format and rated Teen for gore (no graphic details, but implied death).

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-05-08 18:55:15 UTC

Day Two

Day Two

It’s been years since that fateful day.  It has to have been years…I’ve done my best to keep the time with a crude stone sundial I built.  The only reason I haven’t picked myself off is because the sun still comes up and the moon still replaces it.  The princesses are out there somewhere; no doubt being heavily protected.  That’s the only reason I never went into those metal bunkers the princesses had built.  That’s the only reason I survive.

Willpower is a pony’s greatest strength.  It drives us to accomplish whatever we want, from the pegasi moving the water up from the reservoir to be processed into rain to the earth ponies getting everypony ready for Winter Wrap-Up.  Willpower has kept me alive through these hard times.  The weather is worse than the day They came.  It hasn’t rained in years.  My vision is constantly blurred by dehydration, and it almost got me killed once.  I saw the body of a pegasus pony lying under some rubble and stumbled towards it.  Food, I thought.  Disgusting, I know, but when the parasprites have eaten everything else you learn you can’t be picky.  I weakly pushed the stones off of the body and noticed small bite marks.  So strange that the parasprites would leave a meal, I thought as I buried my flat teeth into the pony’s cold hind hoof.  I was startled when I tasted warm blood and the hoof suddenly wrenched from my mouth, quickly kicking me in my jaw.  The pegasus pony turned to me as she glared tiredly, her yellow eyes wandering around.  Before she flew lazily but quickly off, I noticed her cutie mark: Seven bubbles.  What kind of talent is that, anyway?

I managed to make a small den out of that pile of rubble and have been living there ever since, gathering what little supplies there are within trotting distance of Ponyville and preserving them amateurishly with my drained magic.  I need to get out of this town.  I haven’t found a puddle of water in days…

Chapter Zero: Introduction

Chapter Zero: Introduction

I’m astonished I’m even writing this.  Those creatures eat everything, so imagine my surprise when I found this journal.  I’ll keep it close; closer than my horn.  I’ll fight to the death to protect this thing.  It’s the only thing I own anymore.  It's the only thing that escaped their hungry mouths...

((Please note that any story I post that has Chapter Zero is what you would normally see on the back of a published book.  It will also contain any notes about the story that I feel should be mentioned.))

Day One

Day One

It started out so fast…One moment the town was full of laughter; ponies singing songs and swapping stories…I remember Pinkie Pie was gathering supplies for a celebration.  I don’t remember what we were celebrating…

One moment everything was perfect, and the next…The sun was blotted out by what we all had thought was a storm cloud.  But it was so strange; the Weather Patrol told us there wouldn’t be any rain for the next two days…And that’s when it happened.

Thousands of those small, wide eye’d things descended on Ponyville.  Everypony was in shock; we’d never seen such strange and adorable creatures before.  They landed on our hooves and heads, snuggling up against us.  Then they showed their viciousness.

The creatures we would learn to call ‘parasprites’ began eating everything from our homes to our food.  We evacuated the town while they were busy feasting on the library; the unicorn Twilight Sparkle trying to fight them off to save her books, but eventually being dragged out of the collapsing library by that orange mare from the Apple family.  The mayor began reading off names from the town registry as we sat on the outskirts, watching our town crumble.  I’ll never forget the name of the pony who never answered; the first life taken by those monstrous creatures: Fluttershy.