CH: 6 and a half or CH: 7 reworked.

Mister Cee

A few minutes after we'd left the farm, we had to hide as five outta six of the Element Bearers and one dragon tried to stone Discord. Watching from our hiding place in an alley, we silently laughed as they all started yelling, lying, antagonizing and being rude to each other.

Shortly after Spike failed at being Dyke Smurf, Twilight went emo and her coat turned grey as she headed towards her tree-house-library thing that, to this day, confuses me. We hid as the compulsive liar ran towards the farm we had just left until the no longer emo Twilight ran past our hiding place a few minutes later.

"Come on, I wanna see if Spike is as adorable as the show always made him out to be." Theresa said as she started walking towards the stupidly awesome tree house that had it's childish awesomeness lessened due to it also being a library.

If you must, or not, know, Theresa liked three characters from the show more than the rest; Scootaloo was her favorite Crusader and she had a life size plushie I ordered off of the internet for her. Yes, the plushie was the same size as the real Scootaloo, don't ask me how they knew how big the toy should be, I'd probably say magic or luck. Both of those seemed like reasonable answers here. She seemed to get along with her and the Crusaders perfectly fine and I'd hoped that they would be friends.

Fluttershy was her favorite Element Bearer and she was rather like her, a shy and quiet child when I lived with her family after some shit happened that made moving back to Texas the best move, but enough about my past, Theresa had almost a dozen Fluttershy things, school bag, toys, clothes, the list goes on.

But her all time favorite character, if you haven't guessed by now, was the wimpy, pushover, used and abused dragon with a name you'd give a dog if you were really fuckinglazy. Spike.

Whenever I'd be babysitting her and her sisters, I'd poke fun at him getting hurt in a manner that, I'm pretty sure, Charlie Chaplin would find hilarious. I used to joke that if he was a pony, his cutie mark would be of a pair of slapsticks. And a little over one thousand and four years ago, I promised Theresa that, if possible, I would let her meet him. Discord, having effectively seen the future due to Theresa memories, decided to say fuck it, if he's gonna be good than it'll be his choice, not Sun Butt's. Together we planned, we schemed, we made our respective peaces.

A promise is a promise, so I planned to keep it.

Theresa opened the door and let herself in, it's a public library in the middle of a nationwide disaster, fuck knocking. I crawled inside, barely fitting my bulk through the tiny door after getting my air tanks stuck and removing something that was in the way.

"What the buck?! Did you really need inside so badly that you ripped the door off?" Theresa yelled at me, I shrugged at her use of a pony swear word, which both of us agree just aren't hard enough to be proper swears, before turning towards my arch enemy.

Wooden stairs.

I promise you, if I ever meet a pony with that as their name, or even if it's just their cutie mark, then I'm going to use the unfortunate bastard as my doormat. Whether or not I have a door is irrelevant.

Theresa went up the stairs as I just growled at them. Ignoring the bane of my existence, I walked around and did what anyone did in a library.

I ignored the books. I ignored the many tales of brave pony knights. I ignored the fanciful history books. I ignored the gardening and farming books. I ignored the spell books. I ignored the purple lizard tail that was poking out of one of the kitchen cabinets...

Purple lizard tail? Filing it under investigate and someone else do it, I stood in front of the cabinet and waited. I didn't have to wait long before theresa came back downstairs.

"I couldn't find him." Theresa pouted, "I checked everywhere up there but I didn't find so much as a single scale."

"*Maybe he went somewhere? Maybe he's in the basement hiding?*" I asked, "*Maybe he ran off to do some errands for Twilight?*"

"Nah, he should still be here somewhere, where do you think a dragon with a upset stomach would be?" She asked.

"*Getting a snack when two strange creatures show up, one of which is a seven foot tall monster from the deep that ripped the door off just to crawl inside and the other one yells at him.*" I shrugged as she stared at me, after a moment I stepped aside. She slowly walked up to the cabinet and stopped a few feet away.

"Excuse me but could you please come out of there?" She asked in a near whisper, "I just want to talk."

I decided now was a good time to check the storyline, so I walked over to a window to observe the checkerboard pattern and pondering why the god of chaos would make the ground into what is a incredibly orderly pattern.

Shut up, a thousand years is not long enough to understand Discord. There's not enough time in every clock store in the history of Equuis to understand that nut.

I was standing there for a few minutes, watching some morons in a hot air balloon get dragged after some rainbow. The thing was moving pretty fast for all of the air resistance it had. After a while, the balloon stopped getting dragged and settled down in some clearing on the side of town to my right.

"*Theresa, the finale is almost here, we're gonna need to get going soon or we're gonna get stuck here.*" I groaned while turning from the window. After a moment, Theresa walked out of the kitchen with Spike in tow.

"This is my uncle I told you about, Mister Cee." She said with a small smile at the dragon's expression. I crouched down to make myself less intimidating, as if a Big Daddy could be anything but, and waved.

"H-hello there, M-mister Cee, it's n-n-nice to m-meet you." He stammered before holding out a claw for a handshake. I reached out, watching him flinch at the size of my gloves, and placed my index finger in his claw.

"*Nice to meet you Spike, you little bag of shit, you're smaller than one of my drills.*" I groaned.

"He said that it's nice to meet you and wanted to know what scale polish you use." Theresa supplied.

"Uh, a mare in Canterlot sold me it, Young Herb was her name I think, I buy it everytime I go to Canterlot." He replied, thrown at Theresa's 'translation' of what I said.

I heard some yelling from outside and turned back towards the window, Theresa and Spike following when the yelling got loud enough for them to hear. We watched as Discord was defeated by the power of a orbital rainbow strike, all of us stared at his new pose.

He stood tall and strong, his left eagle leg/arm outstretched with his middle talon standing tall, his right lion leg/arm propped on his hip as he bravely stood his ground. We watched as Princess Celestia showed up, congratulating Twilight and her friends. Pinkie walked up and started talking with her before holding up-

"A golden dildo! I got hit in the face by that, eww." Theresa gasped as Spike got a confused expression.

"Whats a dildo?" He oh so innocently asked, Theresa only learning about them about three years ago thanks to a noble couple that, while seeming like nice nobles, have a low number on my shit list. Mainly due to many others from centuries ago saying similar stuff around our statue.

After Celestia took it from Pinkie, we watch her do something with it and-

"Did she just stick that thing in her mouth?!" Theresa gasped, both hands over her mouth.

After watching for a moment, I replied, "*I think it's a banana. Seriously though, why was dildo the first thing you thought of?*"

Before she or Spike could reply, a portal opened over Celestia and popped out the bane of gamers since gaming was restricted to arcade cabinets.

Donkey Kong. Wearing a red cape, a golden crown and his signature loincloth, tie and collar, the newly arrived Displaced landed on the stunned princess. We watched as he lean down and say something even I didn't hear to the Princess under him before slipping something over her horn.

The Element Bearers looked shocked, Rarity fainted onto a couch that appeared from nowhere, Pinkie yelled something about him being a mean-meanie-pants, Rainbow Dash and Applejack looked ready for a fight and Twilight looked angry, Fluttershy flew in front of him to give him a stern talking to.

His reply was a backhand, Theresa and Spike gasped and I seethed, who was this guy to come to my Equestria, smack around my Bearers and defeat my Princess!? That's my job, my vocation being to stomp a WW2 regulation foxhole out of anyone who fucks with Theresa; mud holes being too small for my boots after all.

Program Charlie-Robertson.exe has stopped unexpectedly, loading back-up programme.

Big-Daddy-Mode.exe has been opened, exercise personal space bubble rules while Big-Daddy-Mode.exe is running.

With a quick toss, my two drills flew through the library's window and I smashed through the wall, I heard a couple of voices behind me, but I ignored them. I had a mission. No, a calling, a need to break this guy's face.

I stepped in front of the library to the shock of everyone there, the look on Cake Stuffer's face was priceless but I didn't have time to laugh at it. I had to give a tall ass kicking.

I started approaching, leaving my drills about ten feet in front of the library. I ignored the outright hostility I was getting from Dyke Smurf and cowmare pony, walking past the outright fear I was getting from fancy pony, smart pony and quiet pony, hardly noticing the small smile on the pink thing's face. I had eyes for only one person at that moment, him and his stupid leer.

"So, I believe introductions are in order, I am King Donkey Punch Kong, ruler of two Equestrias and of the newly formed United Harlem Alliance and boy do I have an offer for you." He said smugly as I stopped a few yards away.

I tilted my helmet a little, he apparently got the wrong idea and continued, I was just deciding which side of his face was his soon-to-be-not-his-good-side, "Swear allegiance to me and you'll rule this land, you'll be in charge of your world so long as you let me have your princesses and this version of the Mane 6. Everypony will serve you and your desires, mares and stallions, fillies and colts, all be your personal playthings. Work for me and we'll conquer the Multiverse, no Displaced will be able to stop us, everypony in every universe will be our personal sex toys," Chuckling, he looked down at the sun princess under him before he continued, "whether they want to or not."

Obviously this was not something that Cake Hole agreed with, her eyes shifting from him and me as she squirmed under the eight foot tall gorilla. I walked the last few feet and stood over the sick fuck, my porthole light a deep red, nearly matching my armour. Celestia noticed this and yelled, "Twilight, get your friends out of here now!"

Cowmare pony and dyke smurf pony started complaining, from a safe distance of course, while the purple pony started blathering about being able to help.

"Twilight Sparkle, get away now! This is Beast!" I slowly raised my right hand over the asshole's head and clenched my fist while she said that. With one smooth motion, I knocked that monkey off of her, got in between him and the Princess, I growled at him as he stood up. The bio-luminescent coating inside of my helmet reacting to my pure fury, creating a red so deep, it could be used as a dyed mirror as it blended into my crimson armour.

"You choose them over me?! Your world's ponies over your own kind! I'm King Donkey Punch Kong, I poisoned the entire water supply of Equestria with the everlasting heat potion and have the Princesses themselves powerless to my charms, I am the Harlem Master of the UHA and I will not be denied by the likes of you!" He yelled with more than a little blood splattering the ground.

I merely started switching between Incinerate and Electro Bolt on one hand while playing with Sonic Boom and Winter's Blast on the other, I don't care if you're the judge, jury and executioner, I'll beat that fucking shit outta you. I thought as I stood my ground.

He snorted before pulling out a wooden cannon gun thing from somewhere, I'd rather not know where, and aiming it at me, I responded by readying my left hand with a plasmid charged. We stood our ground for a few seconds before a loud boom filled the air, I caught the projectile in my telekinesis and briefly took note of it being a coconut before I launched it right back at him.

It exploded into a bunch of white, slightly gelatinous stuff that coated him. I think it was maybe whipped cream, I don't know but it smelled a little too salty compared to what I remembered. I waited while he wiped it off of his face while I clenched my fists and got into my preferred Krav Maga stance; arms at a forty-five degree angle with the backs of my hands towards me and my right leg and arm slightly further back.

He snorted before charging me, roaring as he tried to pick me up. Apparently, despite his size, he wasn't anywhere near as strong as a Brute splicer. I dropped a few heavy bombs onto his neck before picking him up by the throat, punching him in the eye until I got bored and just threw the heavy bastard, he might've weighed somewhere around tree-fiddy, but my dive suit weighed almost three times that.

He must've flew into this hideous monstrosity of a building I found him crawling out of, it was a few streets over and it was like some moron built it to resemble a circus tent. It had a green sign with a tan and orange pony with a horseshoe and sparkles behind it. In all honesty I only noticed the sign because he threw it at me. Catching it in my telekinesis, I threw it back at him with twice as much force, shattering it all over his ugly ass.

I watched as he pulled out some turtle shell and yell, "Bowser! Your master demands your presence!" Crap. Oh well... more meat for the grinder.

Yes, he called a displaced Bowser to come and help him out, portal and all. Motherfucker was wearing a gimp suit through... So hope I find a bleak, grey world to move to, this shits exhausting. Gimp Bowser looked around before he smiled at me... through a zipper... on a leather mask... which matched his latex suit that was stretched over his shell.

Please god, any god, if you're there, please give me the strength to rip these perverts in half. I got nothing against having fetishes, I have my own, but I kept that shit in my bedroom or on my computer and my phone, there's fillies and colts, a one baby dragon and a little girl watching this in broad daylight. So, if you could keep them from calling another Mario Brothers boss who's a pervert, that'd be great. My prayer was interrupted by the two of them flanking me, both of them disappeared into my huge blindspot.

Looking to my left revealed a eight foot tall gorilla pulling out his coconut cannon from somewhere, looking right revealed a eight and a half feet tall fire breathing, gimp suit wearing tortoise.

He's closer related to turtles.

Pinkie, aren't you supposed to be somewhere, anywhere, else?

Silly, I'm supposed to be keeping you guys on your toes, however weird those toes may be.

Coming from the walking sugar bomb, that's rich.

Don't you have a boss battle to write?

Yes, now get. My phones already shattered, the last thing I need is you treating it like it's the fourth wall.

Okay, just don't forget that your br-

Pinkie!

Sheesh, some ponies, and people, are so strange around their-

*VrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrP*

Leave that on until you get back.

Mmph mm ah mm hmm

To quote Lord Reference, I love duct tape.

Third person PoV

Theresa and Spike followed the others as they tried to find a safe place to observe the fight. Ironically, this would be in the semi destroyed spa. Aloe and Lotus were thankfully in the back when Donkey Kong flew in, scrawled his name on the appointment list, and walked out. Donkey Kong reasoning that if he does win, then he's gonna need the mother of all massages... and her sister.

Theresa stayed near the back of the room, sitting on the counter as the two bad Displaced tried to flank her uncle. Her Bag-O-Blood, plus two to conversation starter, sat next to her as she held her new gun in her hands, gently running a finger over the trigger as she watched over the heads of the ponies. Spike kept his word and didn't tell any of them she was hiding behind the front desk during his truthful explanation of entering through the back door, thus avoiding the rapist gorilla out front.

Right now, a lot of things were going through Celestia's mind, one of them was how thankful she was that Beast's boot wasn't among them. Luna was right, there is a pony -or whatever he is- in there capable of rational thought and mercy... but why would he fight these cretins? Luna and I sentence him and his niece to a thousand years in stone for crimes he couldn't help but commit and he saved me from a horrible fate...

...And what's a Landshark, or for that matter, what did he mean by using a Kentucky Klondike Bar on me in his fungeon? She pondered. If Mister Cee was able to hear that, he would've bursted out laughing (if he was able to laugh, all he could manage at the time was a deep chuckle), immediately kill the two perverted and disgusting Displaced and ignore Celestia's question.

Spike stared at the fight about to start outside, the leviathan calmly standing between the two deviants.

Rarity and Pinkie were preoccupied with checking on Fluttershy's blackening eye and while Pinkie gave a short wave to Theresa, receiving a small smile in return, Fluttershy simply thought of anything but the perverted primate outside.

Twilight's brain left her shortly after watching the gorilla pull out his coconut cannon, having thrown it's metaphorical hooves up and relapsed to the Pinkie sector, an area where it goes whenever Pinkie does the impossible, something that involves breaking physics, the fourth wall or, well, being Pinkie.

It was a very nice padded room for her subconscious to play in with mega-blocks and soft, non harmful objects.

Mister Cee stood in between the two Displaced, waiting for a sound that would signal the fight's beginning. A deep intake of breath to his right was the awaited signal. Mister Cee turned left, caught the coconut in his telekinesis and redirected it into Bowser's throat.

Turning away from the choking gimp, the big daddy caught another coconut and threw it back. Donkey Kong leaped out of the way and threw down his gun. Walking forward in his standard stance, Mister Cee approached him.

"All of this trouble for a world that rejects you, why do you deny my benevolent rule!" Donkey Kong yelled as the two of them started circling.

While I may dislike the Princesses, miss talking, miss the feeling of feeling and like to think I could do a better job than them, I also know that they merely want the continued peace and safety their ponies thrive in, my actions have to speak louder than words, I can remove my armour if I want or need to and being in charge sucks, probably more so when you rule a kingdom of sex slaves you goddamn filthy ape. Mister Cee thought, that and you disgust me like none other.

Taking his silence at faceless value, Donkey Kong charged again. Mister Cee grabbed his wide right with his left, placed his right hand on his right shoulder and kicked his legs out from under him. Who said you can't learn anything from cartoons and anime, a dumbass, that's who. Mister Cee thought as he turned around...

Which gave him a nice view into the fiery abyss behind a pair of oversized lips, which were behind a zipper on a leather mask. Fucking Pokemon reject turtle.

After applying a couple of quick punches to his face, the gimp quit roasting Mister Cee and started throwing punches in return. Heavy, slow haymakers were deflected with ease, quick jabs were ignored and wide, sweeping hooks were caught and punished. A headbutt to Mister Cee's helmet resulted in a major ringing in the Protector's ears and a hairline fracture for the gimp.

Backing off of his victim, he backed in front of the spa and waited. "Together you filthy sack of shit! I'll go and flank him and you distract the bastard!"

Bout time. I was growing tired of 1V1 anyway. Mister Cee thought as he got ready again. He decided on playing some music for this round.

They charged, attempting to overrun the Big Daddy with numbers and weight. Mister Cee blocked a punch from DK and deflected another one from Bowser. A right cross knocked the fire breather back while a left jab stunned Donkey Kong. Grabbing him by his tie, Mister Cee tossed him a few yards away into his armoured minion. They picked themselves up and got ready to attack again.

"Get those sick pricks uncle Cee!" Theresa yelled out to the surprise of everypony in the destroyed waiting room. "Show them why Alphas are the best Big Daddy in Rapture!" She smiled as she yelled. Mister Cee just kept his attention on the two in front of him while Donkey Kong got a hungry look.

"Fuck it, I'm gonna enjoy this. Take care of this punk." He mumbled before leaping over Mister Cee and landing among the scattering ponies. Theresa backed up from the lusty ape and fumbled with her P08 Luger. "Hello little girl, you and me are gonna have some fun."

Theresa pressed against the wall frantically trying to flick the safety off and line up a shot. Suddenly, she looked a lot more happy and calm. She even giggled. Donkey Kong look behind himself and looked right into the crimson porthole of Mister Cee, looking left, he had enough time for one thought, Did he just do the bunny ears thing to me?

Before those once harmless bunny ears jabbed into his eyes.

Picking the ape up by his collar, and ignoring the giant fire breathing turtle on his back, Mister Cee threw a heavy hook followed by another and another and another and another... You get the picture, he beated the ape's face in.

After his much needed stress relief, Mister Cee dragged the barely conscious gorilla out of the building. Walking past the frightened ponies, he tossed Donkey Kong into the street. Immediately followed by the moronic Bowser who froze up once Mister Cee started reconstruction on his master.

"Thanks Mister Cee, that pervert almost got me." Theresa told her uncle as she picked up her Bag-O-Blood and walked to the front of the spa, "So, what are ya gonna do with them?" She asked.

Shrugging, Mister Cee watched as Gimp Bowser stood up and looked down at his master. "You, you bastard!" He roared before spitting a stream of fire at the Big Daddy.

Running through the flames, Mister Cee started throwing jabs and cross at the turtle's face. Most of the hits tore massive rips in his leather mask, knocked teeth from his gums and generally destroyed the reptile's face.

Turning around, Theresa took in the sight, she spent a few seconds looking at the ring around Celestia's horn and thinking about some things. After a moment, she smiled. "Hey Celestia, would you ever punish Twilight for missing her mandatory friendship report?" Theresa asked, internally laughing as she watched Twilight start squirming.

"Mandatory? She doesn't have to send me weekly friendship reports. Why do you ask?" Celestia replied with confusion evident.

"Just clearing up a undesired problem, that's all." Theresa chuckled as she turned around, Mister Cee had both of the perverted displaced on the ground with their faces bloody and smashed. After a moment, a void opened under both of them and they disappeared.

"You done?" Theresa asked, the Big Daddy hardly breathing heavier than normal. Nodding, Mister Cee picked Theresa up and headed towards the Library to grab his drills. Celestia quickly noticed the magic nullifying ring disappearing and turned to the girls behind her.

"Princess, was that, are they... Beast and Feast?" Twilight asked while Aloe and Lotus went to get an icepack for Fluttershy's black eye.

Celestia grimly looked around at the destroyed waiting room before she answered. "Yes, I need to get something from Canterlot Twilight, something I had hoped to never need. I need you and your friends to wait here, stay away from those two and at all costs, do not attempt to harm Feast. Stay at least twenty hooves away and stay safe my student." With a flash, she was gone. Leaving six mares and one drake alone.

"This sucks." Rainbow groaned as she pointed towards the destroyed wall, "Why can't we go out there and give that thing a quick one-two with the elements?"

"Now hold on there Rainbow, I know yer itching fer a fight, but do you really want ta fight that? That there feller just destroyed those two like they weren't nothing to him." Applejack said as she walked up next to Rainbow Dash, placing a hoof on her shoulder, she continued, "Sides, she went ta go get something, least we can do is not make him mad."

"Actually, I think the worst thing you could do would be making Mister Cee mad." Spike supplied. Looking at the confused mares, he continued, "I don't think he cares if we keep our distance, but if somepony tried to fight him or, All Maker have pity, hurt Theresa... I think they might have a slim chance to walk again... someday."

Twilight started walking over as she asked, "Spike, what did you just say?" Slowly backing into the corner, Spike looked around at the confused and suspicious looks Twilight and her friends were giving him.

"Uh... someday?" He supplied.

"No, before that." Twilight replied.

"Have a chance to walk again?" He squeaked, getting a no in reply, he tried again, "I think they might? All Maker have mercy?"

"After that and before the rest." Twilight told him as he slowly started trying to make himself smaller.

"Hurt Theresa." He said as thoughts of a angry big daddy played with his severed head, inventing the game of dodgeball with the skull. If he only had a few more minutes, he would've found his calling as a philosopher and had his name spoken of throughout the generations. That or a gym teacher.

Alas, it simply wasn't meant to be. "Who or what, is Theresa?"

"T-that girl with the glowing eyes and t-the bag full of b-blood." Spike answered nervously.

"Bag of blood? Spike, why does she have a bag of blood?" Fluttershy asked as Aloe and Lotus gave her a bag of ice.

"She said she suffers from a medical condition that's like what the Nocturnes have, she drinks blood." Spike admitted.

"That's disgusting. What kind of medical condition could require you to drink blood!" Rarity exclaimed.

"I don't know, but I know where we can find out. Come on girls, Spike, wait here." Twilight told everyone. Rushing outside, she lead her friends towards the library.

Stopping at a safe distance, Twilight gulped. The unblinking eye of the seven foot tall monster stared into her soul as the beast was currently picking up his drills and hanging them off of his hips. Theresa stood next to it as she fidgeted with her Bag-O-Blood. After she turned around, she gasped.

"Fluttershy, are you okay?" She asked, staring at the mare's blackening eye. The mare hid behind her mane and replied with a nearly unperceivable nod. Theresa frowned, the answer leaving her unsatisfied, "You should really get that checked as soon as we're gone."

"Wait!" Twilight called out, "What are you two, why are you two here, where are you gonna go and what are you planning?" She asked, trying to buy the Princess time for whatever it was she was planning.

Theresa giggled, "Those are easy; ask around your friends and family, we don't know, some prick's idea of fun I guess, wherever the journey takes us and I don't monologue or make ridiculous plans like some two-bit Disney movie bad guy. What I can tell you is don't try anything." A yellow glow surrounded Theresa as Mister Cee turned towards her and grabbed her hand, a innocent litte smile matching the sweet expression on her face, "Because I've got a quiet friend with a big stick."

With that, Theresa turned around and walked away, leading Mister Cee towards the Everfree forest. Twilight and her friends continued following the monsters of Rapture, keeping a healthy distance, too close and you'll go on the extreme drill diet. A diet that Rarity was all too tempted to try.

"Such hideous outfits. Really, I know that we're supposed to keep our distance, but I could easily fix that dreadful thing she wearing. As to the hulking behemoth, I doubt every designer in Equestria could help that thing. It's simply awful." She whined.

Theresa giggled as she turned around, "I'd like to see that, the Big Daddy Makeover Show with your host, Moronic Narrative! Today, Miss Rarity attempts to get Mister Cee to change his style. Will he survive the embarrassment? Will she keep from becoming the newest stains on his boots? Find out tonight, on the Big Daddy Makeover Show!" Theresa called to the mares that were following at a safe distance. Their expressions were of anger, fear, curiosity and Pinkie smiling.

"I don't think you know what he is, do you? This here, is Mister Cee, a Alpha modal Big Daddy armed with two drills, two dozen Tonics and eight, nine if you count Mister D's, Plasmids that are perfected for killing anything. The sole purpose of a Big Daddy, or Protector if you want, is to keep Little Sisters, or Gatherers, like me safe from any who would want to hurt me. He's pretty stubborn and I doubt I'd be able to keep him from killing you if you tried to hurt or kidnap me." Theresa continued after she noticed the various expressions on the Bearer's faces.

Rarity wisely shut her mouth as another of her friends opened hers, "Oh yeah! I'd beat that thing into the dirt, and then I'd personally fly your little butt to the Princess!"

"He just got set on fire and punched by something a lot stronger than you, his armour weighs more than Celestia and Luna after Crazy Cakes finished his new 'Heartwarming through a heart attack' cake recipe. What makes you think you can even get close enough to hit, let alone hurt, him? He is a walking tank with cannons for punches. A mobile bunker! Heavy artillery! And no one, not the Princesses, not you, not even the Elements of Harmony will stop him!" With a sly laugh, Theresa continued onward.

Turning around, Theresa walked passed the outskirts of Ponyville. After a few moments of walking, Celestia teleported in front of Twilight and her friends. Scared for her student and her student's friends' safely, she asked her, "Twilight, why are you and your friends following these two? I thought I told you to stay in the spa."

"Princess, It's- I mean- uh..." Twilight stuttered and stumbled through her words. After a small relieved sigh, the Princess turned around.

"Nevermind. Beast and Feast, turn and face me!" Theresa turned around after whispering something to her uncle. He shrugged before he too turned around.

"What do you want you royal pain in my butt, can't you see we have a deadly forest to walk off into?" Theresa asked.

"I'm afraid I can't let you two leave. You are wanted for desecration of the dead and your daddy is wanted for the murder of scores of royal guards, several whole caravans, a small township and my entire personal body guard." When Celestia spoke, the Bearers gasped, they had never met someone who had done so much harm, all she got was a single digit on both of Mister Cee's hands and Theresa frowning with one hand in her Bag-O-Blood and shifted pass the tokens they have found and her needle until she found her objective. Mister Cee gave a really low growl as he aimed his yellow porthole at each of the bearers respectively.

"My uncle is right, your royal guard was, and still is, a joke, those traveling salesmares and stallions shouldn't have thrown rocks at a child, that's on them, that town died of natural causes and you know it, it's natural to die after drinking from a well that had a corpse in it, regardless of who put said corpse in it, your personal bodyguard accepted an assassination mission on me and can rot in Tartarus for all we care, you and your sister can kiss the leftmost part of my right butt cheek, then move over a little. And don't worry about desecrating the dead," Theresa smiled as she pulled out a medical IV bag filled with blood. "I'm just holding onto the needle incase of emergencies, which I hope never to experience. Goodbye Celestia, I hope our paths never cross, but hope can only take someone so far."

"Fine, if you won't go quietly, than I'll have to take all that you have stolen." Celestia said.

"A thousand years is a long time to test the statue of limitations for stealing necessary things for a child, you know, food, water, that sort of thing you should've dropped a long time ago." Theresa replied.

"There is no statue of limitations for the theft of magic. Not to mention your raid on the Canterlot School of Medicine."

Shit.

Shoot.

"I stole nothing, I merely did my job as a gatherer should, I gathered. And Scruffy gave me that blood so I wouldn't need to drink it straight from the source, something you should be happy about." Theresa replied.

"Maybe so, but the amount of pure, unaligned magic in you is too dangerous to leave in inexperienced hooves." Celestia looked at the two of them, a sad expression that was unnoticeable to anyone but Theresa and Charlie adorned her face before continuing, "I can take it away and once you both swear to never harm my subjects ever again, then I'll consider letting you two live among the populace, under constant watch of course."

"I reiterate, you two can kiss the darkest part of my lily white ass." Theresa replied, gesturing to Mister Cee, she continued, "He'll never swear to being a pacifist and I'll never let somepony who has, on at least one direct occasion, tried to kill me and my only family on this entire planet."

"Please, accept my terms and we'll find a way for you both to live in peace!" Celestia shouted, "If you do not accept, then you'll leave me no choice but to force it from you."

*Revvvvvvvvvmmmmmmmmm*

Looking over her shoulder and noting his grapple drill being warmed up, Theresa turned towards Celestia and shouted, "I bow to no one but God himself! Para bellum, Princess, for if you attack us then you'll just be sealing your fate!"

Celestia frowned before pulling something out from under her wing. It was a clear diamond amulet, about the size of Theresa's fist and pulsed with an unseen power. Holding it up, Celestia casted a spell on the gem. A beam of bright light blinded Theresa as it connected with Mister Cee, he roared a deep, agonized and angry roar of such pain it hurt the ears of all nearby.

He sunk to one knee, barely able to hang his drill back on his hip as he fumbled to put on his other. A loud bang split the air and the spell stopped, when the lights were rubbed out of everyone's eyes, they saw two things.

Theresa standing tall with both hands on her Luger, smoke gently drifting from the barrel with the nine millimeter casing by her shoe. The other thing they saw, was Princess Celestia on the ground, a hole torn through her right fore leg.

Theresa aimed as best as she could with her Luger, gone was the fear or rush from earlier with DK, all she wanted was for the Princess to stop hurting her uncle. She was lucky her shot in the light hit her target, let alone not kill her or hit something major. Ah luck, such a fickle mistress. It could even strike twice in a row!

"I know not if thou could offer any real assistance, but I am out of options. I summon thee in my time of need!" A male voice called from everywhere and nowhere.

A strong tugging sensation ran through Mister Cee and Theresa, as the ponies and one dragon looked over, they watched as Theresa say something to the behemoth before it disappeared in a similar manner to the other two it just dispatched.

"You just got shot with a 9x19mm parabellum round princess, you done fucked up right if a eight year old feels like shooting you!" After her uncle left, Theresa felt the pulling sensation increased tenfold. Before following her uncle, Theresa gave the wounded princess the two finger salute and let the forces of the void do their thing. After a moment of confusing colours, she found herself in the airlock that big daddies would use, looking at her uncle in front of her.

Author's Note

The last chapter was cut in half so as to fix the flow, minor changes in this part as well as the earlier half.

The story they have just entered, Displaced Soul.
The second chapter is when Big Daddy and Theresa show up, its also a big chapter. Enjoy.