The Day Everypony Died

by ForgottenBliss

Rating: teen
Tags: Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Dark, Alternate Universe, Sad, Original Character
Length: 970

Jack was having a normal day. Then, it dropped. The world ended and everything changed in a way nopony could ever imagine.

This is my first time trying to do a one chapter story, so forgive me if it sucks. Loosely based off of the song "September" by TheLivingTombstone, this story highlights a quick ending to the world.

Edit: Well, now I guess it's my second and I have no excuses eh? Anyway, if it looks or reads weird, that's because I'm tired now finishing it and I was tired starting it.

Published 2016-04-18 05:00:02 UTC
Last updated 2016-04-18 05:00:02 UTC

The Day Everypony Died

Jack turned to his friend and asked,

"Hey man, when are we going to get to the-" A large explosion threw the self-propelling carriage they were in sideways which knocked him unconscious. Jack slept for about another three hours before finally awakening with a massive headache and his head against the window. He slowly sat up and looked around for a few minutes, attempting to regain any memory of what had just happened. He looked at the scenery and determined that from the cramped space, he was in a car. He turned to the front seats and asked in a timid voice,

"Um, excuse me? Mrs... I can't seem to remember your name. So sorry, but I don't know where I am or what I am doing here. Mrs.? Mrs.? Okay, she can sleep a bit longer I guess. I mean, she isn't hurting anypony." A few minutes went by before he decided that he very much wanted to get out of the cramped space that was for some reason starting to smell like burning meat. "Um, excuse me, Mrs.? I really need to know where I am." No response from the pony. "Okay, well I am just going to leave then, if you wake up and I'm not here, try to understand, okay?" He turned and pushed hard against the door. Nothing, not even a budge. He tried once more, this time shimmying back a little to give himself some more ramming room. Still nothing, it was stuck and stuck good. He turned back to the front, nope no good. She would probably be sleeping a good while longer. He turned to the pony next to him, "Hey, can you-" He was immediately cut off by the sight that greeted him and made him vomit. The pony next to him had half of their face seared off making them so undistinguishable that he couldn't even tell if they were a mare or a stallion. Jack raised his head from the now vomit covered floorboard and wiped his muzzle. "Okay, guess you wont be moving." Jack reached across the stinking carcass and opened the door. "Okay, you next." He said as he undid the seatbelt and pushed the corpse out. "Sorry, it had to be that way. I wasn't climbing over you, not with you like that." He got out of the carriage and looked around. Several other carriages were in the same predicament, some even flipped over on their tops. No signs of life though. Jack thought back for a second, Wait, does that mean that that pony in the front is... Jack shook his head, No, and even if she is, I'd rather think she was sleeping. Jack started down the road.

After what felt like an hour of walking, Jack arrived at a sign. Jack read the sign aloud, "Manehattan, half of a kilometer east. Okay, that's not that far, I don't think." Jack had gathered enough energy to gallop so he decided he'd try to get there In record speed.

Jack arrived at Manehattan, or at least what was left of it. Scorch marks decorated every building and street like ornaments on a Hearth's Warming Eve tree. He walked down to a place near the center of the city where he got hid with a massive headache and a whole lot of heat. Jack backed off quickly, unsure what had happened. When he was on a hill that he was sure was a safe distance away from the city, he sat down and attempted to regain his breath.

"What in the world was that?" Jack asked himself, all of the sudden very worried. "I felt very sick way, way too quick. I don't know much right now, but I know that if I had stayed there, I would've died." Jack looked around and saw that it was getting dark. He went to a small alcove near the base of the far side of the hill where he settled down to rest for the night. He looked up and saw a shooting star. "Make a wish, Jack," he told himself. He closed his eyes and made his silent wish for companionship. He reopened his eyes to see that the shooting star was coming right at him. In fact, it wasn't a shooting star at all. Recognition flashed in Jack's eyes briefly before he let out a scream that was soon cut off by the missile detonating right on the hill.

The ponies swarmed the hill. They were sure, it had dropped right here. Ponies in radiation suits fanned out, checking before giving the all clear for the ponies in uniform to come over. They came over and checked the hill. One called out, "Sir, there appears to be a cave over here, along with a severely charred body!" An officer trotted over to check it out and, sure enough, there was the body, barely identifiable as a pony. Unsure of what to make of it, he gave it a onceover. A quick inspection showed that the face was still intact, showing a sealed look of horror. The officer sighed and was about to move away when the body reached out and grabbed his leg, pulling him close. The officer, unsure of what was going on, yelled for help. The pony on the ground shook his head and simply started ranting like he was mad, "They're coming. They're always coming. Nopony knows from where, but they come, they always come!" The officer wrenched himself away as the stallion's eyes glazed over, showing his final breath. Outside screaming could be heard, and then a loud explosion.

The world had ended in a spectacular fashion and every pony had died. No government organization was left and every military decimated. Somewhere over the horizon, something laughed.