Equestria: The Fallen Utopia

After two weeks of internal repair, I walked up to the edge of my roof at my house in Canterlot and prepared to fly. I jumped and flew around the skies, my back fully healed. I flew down to Ponyville and went to Sugarcube Corner. Mrs. Cake was at the counter.

“Hi there, Braveheart,” she said. “What can I getcha?”

“Classic vanilla cupcake please,” I said. Mrs. Cake gave me a small vanilla cupcake. I paid the price and walked out, waving goodbye. As I finished my cupcake, I ran into Pinkie Pie.

“Oh, hi Braveheart!” Pinkie squealed.

“Hi Pinkie,” I said. “Sorry about that.”

“Oh it’s OK,” Pinkie said, unfazed. “Want to come to my party today?”

“Oh, you know I’d love to,” I said. “But I have things I have to get done. Look, I’m really sorry. I promise I’ll make the next one.”

“Oh,” Pinkie said, disappointed. “OK.” I flew off to the Crystal Empire, leaving Pinkie Pie behind. I felt bad declining the party, but I had to deal with royal business that day. I flew to the Crystal Tower, where Shining Armor was waiting for me.

“Thanks for coming, Braveheart,” he said.

“No worries,” I said. “What’s the issue?” We walked toward the newest Crystal Computer Core.

“You know we’ve been trying to create a defense network that doesn’t require magic,” Shining Armor told me. “But lately, we’ve been getting constant virus alerts on the computers that are used to build the network server. The virus shuts down the computers, erasing all unsaved data. Not to mention pissing off the technicians.”

“How long has this been going on?” I asked.

“Ever since last week,” Shining Armor said. “It’s been happening more frequently than ever with each day. Our technicians have had to save data after each press of the key, severely slowing down production. Maybe you could try to put up a stronger firewall.”

“I can most definitely try,” I agreed. Shining Armor led me to the central computer. I sat down and powered up the device. As soon as I logged on. I got a blue screen error.

“Damn,” I grumbled. I fixed the blue screen and quickly programed a stronger firewall. The virus stopped on all the other computers.

“Thanks, Braveheart,” Shining Armor said.

“If you need anything else,” I said. “I’m available.” I flew off toward the sky. I had to pick something up from Rainbow Dash. Derpy had delivered my package to Rainbow, and I needed it. I entered the house. It was dark, and the door was left open. I walked in.

“Rainbow Dash?” I called. No answer. I looked around the darkened mansion. She didn't seem to be home. I shrugged and closed the door. On the outside of the door was a note.

“Won't be home until 5 PM. Gone to Pinkie's place for a party for her friend. – Rainbow Dash”

I checked my watch. It was five minutes to 3. Five minutes before the party. Hoping I could make it and not disappoint Pinkie, I left the skies and went down to Sugarcube Corner. The party had almost started. I guess I was able to make it after all. I knocked on the door rather hard, because I knew Pinkie's parties were loud. Pinkie came to the door.

“Hey Pinkie,” I said. “So, I know I said I wouldn't be able to make it, but what I had to take care of took less time than I thought.”

“Oh, no problem Braveheart,” Pinkie said. “Come on in!” The party was indeed worthy of being called a “Pinkie Party.” Balloons and streamers were downright everywhere. Twilight, Rainbow Dash, and the others were there.

“Hey, Braveheart!” Rainbow Dash cried. “You made it!”

“Yeah, barely,” I muttered. I joined in, but mostly stood in the corner, watching events unfold. I was never a party animal, as I stood in a corner during most parties. After watching a few games of Pin the Tail on the Pony, Pinkie came up to me and gave me a cupcake.

“Try it,” she said. “It’s a new recipe I’ve been working on.”

“Thanks,” I said. I took a bite. “This is really good. What’s in it?”

“Oh you know, the usual ingredients,” Pinkie said. “With some extra kick to it.” Pinkie let me finish the cupcake. “If you need me, I’ll be in the kitchen making more cupcakes.”

“OK,” I said. Pinkie left for the kitchen. I suddenly started to feel drowsy. I struggled to stay awake, because Pinkie hates it when someone falls asleep at her parties. My eyelids suddenly dropped, and I fell to the floor, unconscious.
~~~

I regained consciousness in a dark room. I felt as if I was being held upright. I tried looking around, but my head was restrained by a leather strap. I tried using my magic to remove the strap, but it was on tight. My legs were bolted to the wall with restraining cuffs. Pinkie walked out from the darkness, her mane and tail deflated.

“Oh good, you’re up,” she said, in a psychotic tone. “Let’s begin.”

“Begin?” I asked. “Pinkie, what the hell is going on? Untie me please.”

“Sorry, but I can’t do that,” Pinkie said. “I need your help to make cupcakes.”

“OK, I’ll help,” I said. “But I can’t do that tied down.”

“Of course you can,” Pinkie said. She pulled up a small cart with a cloth over it. “You can help me with the final ingredient.”

“Which is…” I asked. Pinkie gave me a psychotic smile, her eyes wide. I started to sweat.

“You, of course,” Pinkie responded. I began to panic. Pinkie pulled off the cloth on the cart, exposing dissecting tools. My eyes widened in fear.

“What the…” I gasped. “Pinkie, are you fucking insane?! I am not an ingredient to be put into a dessert!” Pinkie gave a laugh.

“I've done this for a while,” she said. “I know exactly what I need to put into my cupcakes. You are perfect. Besides, your number was up anyway.” Pinkie switched on the lights so she could see. I was met with a horrifying sight. The remains of ponies were everywhere. Bones fashioned into chairs, entrails as streamers and balloons, and severed heads as table centerpieces. I started to hyperventilate as my face went white. Pinkie picked up a cleaver. The gleam of the blade brought back memories of the Rainbow Factory. Memories I didn't want. I looked around as best I could, trying to find some way of escape. I spotted my saddlebag in a corner near a pile of bones. Pinkie came up to me and raised the cleaver high. I closed my eyes and waited. The cleaver came down on my right front leg, sticking into the bone. I cried out in pain. Pinkie yanked out the blade and took another swing at my leg, cutting it clean off. I screamed. Anger overcame me, and I felt a surge of magic enter my system. I blasted my restraints to nothingness and dropped to the floor. My severed leg was left hanging on the wall. All pain nullified, I used a quick spell to stop the bleeding in my leg. I tackled Pinkie and knocked the cleaver out of her hoof. I vaporized the horrific decor and, enraged, I grabbed the handgun in my saddlebag. I pinned Pinkie to the floor, pointed the gun at her head, and fired. I shot 6 blasts straight through her skull. When I ran out of shots, I had come back to my senses. I saw Pinkie Pie’s dead body on the floor, and I was horrified. Blood spilled from the holes onto the floor and onto Pinkie's face. I dropped my gun and fell to my knees. I sat there for seemingly hours on end, regretting what I had just done. Twilight and her friends came into the room mere minutes after I had fired off the shots.

“Braveheart, what’s going on?” Twilight asked. “I heard gunshots, and I wanted to see if you were OK.” I didn’t say a word. I slowly got up and left the room with my bag, head hanging low. Twilight followed me with her eyes, then looked where I was standing. She saw Pinkie’s dead body and gasped.

“Oh my Celestia,” Rainbow Dash gasped. Rarity fainted into Rainbow Dash's hooves as Fluttershy hid behind Twilight. Applejack took off her hat and held it over her heart. Rainbow Dash teared up and closed her eyes. After some silence, the group picked up Pinkie's body and went to bury it.
~~~

I walked out of Sugarcube Corner and wandered into the Everfree Forest. I could never again live with myself. I wandered until I had found a large, hollow tree. This would be my prison. I entered the tree and disguised the entrance so nopony could find me. I lit an electric lantern I had in my saddlebag to give myself some light in the dark tree. I suddenly had a sharp pain in my shoulder. I looked down and remembered that my front leg had been cut off. Knowing I would be deformed for life, I sighed in agony. I suddenly remembered something. I dug around my saddlebag until I found the Terminator arm. I took it out and took a few measurements of the missing portion of my leg and the Terminator's leg. It matched perfectly.

“Looks like I have another amputation to make,” I said to myself. Luckily, I could spawn almost anything I felt like with a certain spell. I summoned some tools and some wires. I surgically attached the robotic leg to my own skeleton and the nerve wires to my nervous system, similar to how I had attached my wings. Within a few minutes, the leg was in place, and I could move it like normal. I looked at my book that Twilight had given me, then remembered the other spell page. I took it out and looked it over. The page had a number of spells, including Changeling abilities, Dark Magic used by King Sombra, and Necromancy. I looked over this spell extra carefully. It said that if done correctly, the revived entity would be just like normal, with one exception. The user had to choose one memory to permanently eradicate. I started to learn the spells in the strange page, intent on fixing the past.