Sombra Vs. Jason

  Angel sprinted toward a small cottage at the end of the woods. The look of despair on his face was frozen and what he encountered what be forever burned into his mind. Angel could feel the emotions coming off that thing what ever it was. To Angel, it wasn't even alive. No hesitation, no emotion, no voice. It sent a chill down his spine. Angel stopped himself as he arrived at Fluttershy's cottage, breathing heavily. He beat on the door with all his little might. The door slowly opened, a tall, cream fur and pink haired pony, wearing a blue wind breaker and short shorts. She looked down and saw her bunny friend panic. Fluttershy cupped her mouth and gasped. She kneeled down and puled Angel in for a tight hug. Fluttershy's C-cup breasts acting like pillows for Angel as his breathing slowed. Fluttershy looked down at Angel with caring eyes. Her voice motherly and soft.

"Angel dear what happened?"

  Angel hopped out of Fluttershy's arms and begun to do a form of sign language. First, the bunny mimicked walking straight up and his shoulders slightly slouched. Fluttershy nodded.

"So...tall pony?" she asked.

  Angel shacked his head. He made his fingers like pointed ears and stretching his mouth like a muzzle. Fluttershy gasped.

"A...wolf pony!?"

  Angel face palmed. Fluttershy put a finger to her top lip.

"So just a tall wolf man?" she said.

  Angel cheered silently like Fluttershy won the million dollar question. Fluttershy on the other hand was shocked by the description that Angel had given her. Without thinking, she made her way out the door in a rush. Angel was then left in the house alone, he made his way to the kitchen were the bunny helped himself to the tasty sweets Fluttershy had made.

  Jason felt as though he had been walking for miles. The sun was baking him behind his mask, but his legs were prone to exhaustion. Jason could walk nonstop for days or even months. He plowed his way through bushes and other animals that tried to get his way. A manticore confronted Jason earlier, the revenants only response was to split the beast in two. Poor thing didn't even land a blow. Jason adjusted his grip on his machete, the bands around it were coated in his sweat  and it was getting more and more difficult to hold. He wished he had grabbed his scabbard before leaving Crystal Lake. Not one of his more wise choices. Although he questioned if that was the stupidest thing he ever did. He didn't know.

  The undead killer soon reached a clearing in the brush to the forest and gazed toward an odd looking building on a hill in the distance. It was like a small barn his mother used to take him when he was a child. The red shading of the wood, the white outlines, the small , colorful, equine child playing outside...wait...what? Jason cocked his head in wonder as he looked apon the horse children in the courtyard of the barn. A school? Possibly. Though Jason was used to being in a log cabin being taught by his mother and not other children. The revenant then saw something that made him straightened up. An attractive equine adult, no later in her thirties, walked out of the barn with a loving look on her face. Jason knew off the bat she was the teacher, all he needed now was a reason not to kill her and he would be on his way. Jason then looked over to a lone tree on a hill next to the school. Three little girls were sitting together, wearing some weird capes around their necks. One was orange with purple hair, one was white with lighter shade of purple but with white stripes mixed in, the last one...looked so...familiar. Her yellow fur and red hair with a bow on the top of her head. Jason felt as though he's seen her somewhere.

  Jason cocked his head again in the other direction. Was it her? How did she get here? When did she get here!? Jason's breathing increased and his mind began to race. Thinking he was in plain sight, Jason kneeled down and peered through a bush at the hill. It was then he got a better look at them all. The white one and the orange one were talking with happiness and excitement. While the yellow one sat their, her legs tucked into her chest on her grey t-shirt. She had a sad look on her face. Jason leaned in further to hear them talking.

"Hey Apple Bloom. What's wrong?" the orange one asked.

"Yeah, you haven't eaten lunch yet and you haven't said a word all day." the white one commented.

  Apple Bloom looked up for a minute but tucked her head back in her legs. Her two friends exchanged glances. Apple Bloom then spoke up, catching the two off guard.

"Granny's gotten sick you guys."

  The two glanced over to Apple Bloom with worried looks. The three know how old Granny is but they never would have guess she would become sick, now of all times. Tears started to from in Apple Blooms eyes as she sobbed softly. A voice like nails on a miniature chalk board then caught Jason's and the three fillies attention.

"Hey blank flanks!"

  The three fillies and Jason turned their attention to two snooty looking pony children. One was grey with white hair and her friend was pink with a fancy haircut  and pearls around her neck. The two surrounded the three fillies with looks of evil. Jason gripped his machete with a tight grip. What they said next almost made him flip his mask.

"Yea know, your grannies been living a long time. I'm glad she'll die soon, so that she wont be around your blank flanks ever again."

  That was enough to made Apple Bloom sob even harder. The white one tended to her while the orange one gave the snooty brat a look of rage.

"How dare you say that Tiara! You don't if Apple Blooms granny will die! She's just sick!"

  Tiara rolled her eyes and spoke in a blank expression. Jason decided he had enough. He shot straight up from the bushes and made his way toward the children.

"Hey I'm just telling the truth. So I suggest you buck up and deal with it. Ponies die every day, deal with it."

  Heavy footsteps silenced the children and a tall shadow over took Tiara and her friend. Both looked back to see the masked wolf behind them. Jason then did he call.

Ch. Ch. Ch. Ah. Ah. Ah.

  Tiara and her friend screamed and ran off toward the school. The three fillies looked at the tall man in front of them with wide eyes. Apple Bloom looked up from her tuck. Jason was like a statue. Staring at the children, with his machete lowered to his side to put them at ease. Apple Bloom wiped her eyes and stood up on her legs. Jason moved as well, stepping forward. The three fillies let out small 'eeps' as the silent man moved. Apple Bloom then thought of something. She sat on her butt and placed her hands behind her. Jason copied her. The three fillies looked at each other with smiles.

"WE GOT OUR OWN BODY GUARD! YAY!" they shouted.

  Jason just cocked his head in confusion.