My Little Pony: Origins

As the unicorn tried to escape the mindless hordes, one blocked his escape, causing him to scream, and drop the brain. With Richoofen trapped by the zombies, the three Allied ponies kept the Flash Zombies off Richoofen any way they could. As the three fought of the undead masses, richoofen scoured the floor, mumbling “Where is the brain, where is the brain?” frantically to himself as he looked between the battling ponies, then one of the zombies came face to face with Richoofen, so he blasted its head off. “Not now Flash Sentry, I hate you, I even hate your eyes.”  When he found it, he dove to prone at it, and used his magic to bring it over to him, the brain was surrounded by a blue energy, and went into his open hooves. After reacquiring the brain, he stood up, and looked around, wondering where the rest of the zombies had gone. “What happened to all-”

“Richoofen! What the buck is wrong with you! And what the hay is so bucking important about that brain?” Demanesey demanded. “Oh, come ON! Why can I not stop doing that?”

Richoofen sighed heavily, “This brain is Doctor Manesix.”

All three gave the doctor odd looks, until Manesaki spoke up, “He was the the one you-”

“I cut the brain out off. Yes.” Richoofen finished, and began to tell the tale of what happened to his superior, and the leader of Group 935, prior to their intervention. “He became sick, like on of them.” He pointed a hoof to the remains of a Flash Sentry Zombie. “He tried to hold it off, but it overwhelmed him, it was the only thing I could do to save him.” He said somberly, as if regretting his actions. Then he spoke more confidently, but he will live again, that I promise you my dear Manesix.”

“Then how do you propose this will come about?” Poninski asked.

“There were parts to a sky drone around the site, if Samanetha did truly recreate this site, those parts may exist in some form, Manesix could use that as a body, possible aiding us in our fight for survival.” Richoofen stated.

“That all sounds fine and dandy, but where are these parts?” Demanesey asked.

“Mechanization is an abomination, machines are without souls, without honor.” Manesaki chimed in, his strict code of honor causing this outburst.

Ignoring his comrade’s comment, Poninski asked. “What is out next move, Germane?”

Richoofen walked over to a hole in the roof, and looked towards a blue shaft of light, and checked a map of the site on a table. “Next we head to Generator 3, there is an ancient box there that contains weapons that can aid our fight for survival.”

“Don’t we need to have all generators on?” Poninski asked.

“We do, but they do not need to be turned on in order, only activated all at one time.” Richoofen said, and tried to open a door, but it wouldn’t budge. “Why won't you open?” He asked, pushing on it with all his might, then he noticed a slot, “What do we have here?” Upon closer inspection, Richoofen revealed that it required a sort of currency to be opened. “This is interesting, have a look.” All four crowded around the slot, with read ‘1500’, “Apparently it requires money to be opened.”

Suddenly, weight materialized in their pockets, all four reached in, and pulled a counter, each displaying a number, and with a sort of plug at the end.

“What function to these serve, Doc?” Demanesey questioned curiously.

“I have no idea, I have never seen such instruments before, maybe they-” Richoofen stopped when he heard the door open, and saw Manesaki pull his counter out of the slot, the number on his having been reduced from 1560 to 60. “So that is what they are for, these allow us to open doors, but only if the required point value has been accumulated, interesting.”

Poninski fired at a zombie that tore down a barrier, his points increasing after each hit, and after it was dealt with, as he repaired the barrier it tore down, and the points on his counter increased by ten. “That’s all very interesting Richoofen, but can we talk about this when we are not under attack by the hordes?”

“I agree, now run!” Manesaki said, and the four bolted out of the Laboratory bunker, running past a tunnel in the trenches, in addition to a wooden building, after reaching the end of the trench, through it multiple turns, they reached a second door, with a ‘1750’ on it.

“Who has 1750?” Richoofen asked frantically, hearing the moaning and groaning of the zombie ponies approaching, “It appears I lack the necessary funding.”

All four checked their counters, “Not enough,” Demanesey said. “The distribution of wealth is part of a broken system,” Poninski commented. “I am a servant of the Emperor, I have little wealth.” Manesaki said. None had the required number.

“Then who is the closest?” Manesaki questioned.

“I.” Poninski said, aiming at the corner where the Flash Sentries would come, and when he saw the yellow glow, he threw a grenade, and after it exploded, sending a crawler to them, he had the necessary points to open the door.

Galloping up the stairs, the ancient box shining the blue light was in front of them, they ran to it to get other weapons, but upon reaching it, they found it needed a supply of One-One-Five to activate its power.

“Turn on the generator, QUICKLY!” Manesaki said, trying to keep the zombies off the stairs.

When the Generator was turned on, Royal Guard Zombies glowing white reappeared. “Are you behind this Samanetha?” Richoofen yelled. Him, Demanesey and Poninski trotted around the generator, allowing the glass containers to fill with liquid One-One-Five.

After filling to capacity, and energy pulse caused the guards to collapse.

The first one to hit the box, a large stone container with two blue question marks on it and Starswirl The Bearded’s head on the front, was Demanesey, but he lacked the points to open it. “What does money have to do with it?”

“Stand aside Demanesey.” Richoofen said, and after paying the required points, the broken lid lifted, and various weapons displaced from their time appeared, and disappeared, the weapons cycling through again and again until stopping on MLP-40 adjustable stock, Richoofen’s favorite weapon. “Of course they have the best weapon ever made, what could be better than the MLP-40?” Taking it he levitated it with his magic, and firing at the Flash Zombies to assist Manesaki. When one shot took of the undead pegasii’s head, he said, “That severed the Cerebral Cortex, I know these things, I’m a doctor.”

“Gloat later, shoot now!” Demanesey yelled.

“How am I to enjoy the deaths of flash Sentry if you won't stop shouting, a-mare-ican?” Richoofen retorted.

The ground beneath them began to shake. “What abomination is that?” Manesaki asked, one of his wings pointed to a large mechanical alicorn, nearly 1,000 hooves in height.

One of its massive hooves smashed the ground again, causing many of the zombies to fall on the ground allowing the four some room to move.

Richoofen stopped to check its foot, a small hatch was lit up. At this sight, he made a mad dash for the hoofprint by the generator.

“Oh sweet Luna, what is that idiot doing now.” Demanesey said, running towards Richoofen, likely to drag him by his neck back to the bunker. The two others followed.

When the lights of the hatch lit up the hoofprint, and the red warning lights on the ground blinked, Richoofen aimed his weapon the shoot the hoof.

“Richoofen, over here, NOW!” Poninski yelled, and Demanesey lunged at him, making him miss his shot, and then fired wildly from the impact, accidentally dispatching several zombies. The mechanical hoof slammed down on the soldiers.

The only thing any of the four ponies saw had been an intense white-yellow light then completely surrounded them. Manesaki unfurled his wings to shield his eyes, but they were stopped by cold metal, then the lights dimmed, and he saw a door open, the other three were blinking their eyes furiously from the intense light, now the light had dimmed, and his eyes readjusted. “Where are we?”

“We are in Celestia’s head.” Richoofen said simply.

Demanesey was sitting on the floor, shaking his head, with his hoof holding the top as if shaking it would cause it to fall off. “The robot?”

“Yes.” Richoofen said.

Manesaki did not understand the answer, neither did the others. “No, where are we?”

Richoofen groaned. “We are inside Celestia.”

“But what happened to the robot?” Manesaki asked.

Richoofen didn’t reply with words, only face-hoofed, and pointed with his other hoof at a series of letters on the wall spelling “CELESTIA”.

Poninski was seen examining the room then he spoke, “Oh, I get it, The robot is called ‘Celestia’.”

“Yes, now we must get the part, and leave.” Richoofen said, running in front of Demanesey for what looked like a set of wings on a table under the viewer before pressing a red button. Upon hearing they were in the robot, Manesaki wanted to escape the machine, the idea of being inside something that lacked a soul disturbed him.

After the button was pressed, Dr. Manesix’s prerecorded voice said, “Purge sequence initiated. Ten, Nine, Eight…” The room was illuminated by red lights, and smoke of steam, Manesaki did not know what it was, came up from the floor grating.

They reload their weapons, and then the four went into each of the four escape pods, and were promptly ejected from the head.

“GRAHHH!” Manesaki yelled as he was shot out of the robot, unable to spread his wings because the force of the air would snap them like twigs. The other three were in similar conditions, falling to the fast approaching ground. When they impacted, their hearing and vision had been distorted for moment. Manesaki’s insides felt like they had been shaken, not stirred.

“At least I’m still in one piece.” Damanesey groaned, groaned, clearly feeling no better.

“Initial test subjects failed to survive the purge sequence, hence the addition of the velocity compensator.” Richoofen stated, unsteady on his hooves.

“I feel like day after drinking too much-” Poninski failed to complete his sentence when he looked like he was about to vomit.

“Do not worry, the feeling is only temporary…” Richoofen informed the earth pony, helping him to his hooves with his magic.

“...But we still have our other problem to deal with.” Demanesey said, jamming his knife into a Flash Zombie’s head. “Now stay dead.”

after seeing another of the soulless undead approaching, Manesaki reached for his Type Pony-Five, in all that had happened the pegasus had forgotten to aim, and the Zombies was upon him before he could aim. He stumbled back after being hit once, and was saved when Poninski threw a nearby axe at the undead, who then helped him up. Poninski grabbed his hoof as he pulled him up out of the mud.

When they rejoined their comrades, they proceeded through the Workshop, and into No Man’s Land, where the Excavation Site was.

All four galloped as fast as their hooves could carry them, which was strange, as Manesaki could just as easily have flown beside them.

“The mound, thats where you first saw them?” Demanesey asked as they galloped past the excavation site, and into one of the robot’s hoof prints. A large stone chest with glowing blue lines was present by a wall.

“We shall see the undead in higher numbers.” Richoofen replied.

All around them dirt was thrown up by the undead rising from the ground, far behind the four, one of the other giant mechs lifted itself up from the ground. With the undead hot on his hooves, Richoofen pulled out his MLP 40 to get them off his tail. However, something bizarre happened after the first kill, the chest’s lid opened, its inside blazing with cold blue flames, and for each of the Flash Zombies that were killed, a yellow ball of light was absorbed into it.

“KEEP KILLING FREAKBAGS! I wanna see what happens.” Demansey yelles to the other allied ponies, who turned back to see the spectacle, before rushing to join their temporary allies.

The robot began to walk closer. As more and more of the Undead rose, they limped toward the four, surrounding them.

“Think this may have been a tactical miscalculation.” Demanesey said, stabbing a Flash zombie in the eye, making the yellow glow from Samanetha’s control fade as its soul, or at least what remained of it, was ripped from from his lifeless corpse and dragged into the chest. “Back the flank off you undead flesh-maggots!”” Taking his Fillyl assault rifle out, unloading into the crowd, the limbs and wings of the zombies being shot off before collapsing in a pile of bodies.

Manesaki  was hacking and slashing like the samurai warrior he was trained to be, “Many have died on my blade, you shall be no different!”

“I will break you.” Chopping one of the zombie’s off at the neck with an axe, and knifing another one, his muzzle hung open,“Such a giant... how could such a monstrous machine be possible?”

Demansey was about to ask Poninski what he meant, when he saw where he was looking. “Why are you-Holy horseapples.” Demanesey commented upon seeing another of the Giant Mechs coming towards them. “MOOOOOVE!” He yelled as he dolfin dove out of the hoofprint as one of the metal hooves of the mech stomped on the ground, its mechanical wiring ear blisteringly loud.

Three of them were able to escape the foot, but were separated. Richoofen was on the steps leading to the excavation site, Poninski was lying in the mud on one of the tank pathways, and Demanesey was in a narrow pathway between two metal hooves. Lifting its mechanical limb from the mud, the mech continued its slow pace, its rear hoof replacing its front one in the hoofprint with the chest.

“The power of Group Nine-Three-Five will assure Germany’s ultimate victory.” Richoofen said, watching the mechanical marvel he helped create walk away.

“Is all you can think about is you stupid military group?” Demanesey asked the unicorn scientist angrily. “Because I don’t know if you just noticed, but that thing nearly crushed us!”  Demanesey's comment about Group Nine-Three-Five was incorrect, it was was not a military group, but a scientific organization, and one of the most intelligent individuals in the world.

Before Richoofen could reply, Poninski chimed in. “The box, Giant’s hoof has closed it.”

Both sets of eyes went to the box, and just as Poninski had said, its lid was indeed closed. Demanesey looked around, confused. “Wait, wasn’t there another one of us here?”

The other two looked, and saw that they were missing Manesaki. All three looked in the direction of the robot, and then back in its hoofprint, where a pegasii’s body shape was depressed in the mud, this was easily distinguishable from the set of wings, and mud stained feathers.

All three stared at the ground for what felt like several long moments, but had only been less than fifteen seconds. Finally one said what they were all thinking, and it was Poninski who said it. “You don’t think he...”

“Yep.” Demanesey answered his unfinished question.