It was a beautiful night in Manehattan, the city blocks lights shined through the night sky. Ponies walking through the streets busy with their everyday lives. But within the busy streets, stood a tall hooded figure.

Nobody seemed to noticed the hooded figure walking through the crowd as the mysterious figure walk into an alleyway.

The figure continued to walk through the alley for a few minutes until he heard a scream from his right. In an instant, he dashes off to where the scream originated from. The stranger arrived to the scene to find a group of three unicorn stallions, each of them holding a kitchen knife. Behind the group was a young teenage mare, whose coat was white, her mane beautiful golden mane and pearl-like pupils. She was wearing what looks like a expensive dress.

One of the stallions noticed the hooded figure and alerted his pals.

“You better leave now stranger, if you don’t, we’re going to do the samething like this little cute mare over here.” The lead stallion threatened and points his knife an inch close to the mare’s throat.

The figure stared at them not taking the leader’s threat seriously. One of the stallions charged at the figure with his knife raised.

But before the offending stallion could land his knife on the figure, his knife was instantly snatched away by the hooded figure and a loud audible snap could be heard. The stallion lands on the ground and coughs out blood.

The figure stared at the down stallion and raised his bandaged right arm thus revealing some sort of tube-like device.

The figure points the device at the downed stallion and pulled the trigger.

BANG

The stallions body slumped to the floor motionless, his eyes void of life. The other two stallions could stare in horror at their friend’s corpse and turned their attention on the hooded figure.

The figure hood lifted up a bit thus revealing his face. A metal skeletal face with blood red eyes glowing through the dark making the figure looked like death itself.

“Who are you?” The lead stallion asked with fear.

The figure let out a distorted laugh and spoke in a deep distorted masculine voice. “Who am I, I go by many names, The Walking Death, The Grim Reaper, The Mantle of Death. But this name you shall fear even in death. For I am Death Gun!”

“And I will end your pitiful existence.” He said and pointed the same device at them. “This is my gun, my tool and power to end your pitiful existence.”

The unicorn stallions aimed their fired magic bolts at Death Gun. But he dodges the bolts expertly and fired his gun again.

Death Gun aimed his gun and fired several bullets at them. half of the bullets fired managed to hit the lead stallion thus killing him while the other half crippled the last stallion.

Death Gun walked towards the injured stallion and placed his boot on the stallion’s back and aimed his gun.

“Please spare me.” The stallion begged. “I’ll make sure I won’t do it again.”

Death Gun stared at the downed stallion with his gun pointed for a few seconds and spoke. “No. May you rot in the depths of hell itself.” He said with and glee pulled the trigger thus fired another bullet through the stallion’s head.

Death Gun kicked the stallion corpse away and turned his attention to the mare. The mare squeaked in fear as Death Gun approached her. Before he could speak, the mare faints. Death Gun just stared at the fainted mare and facepalmed.

“She fainted right?” A sultry voiced said.

Death Gun instantly recognize the voice. He turned to his right and see a dark pink pony, dark pink mane and dark blue eyes. She was wearing a black tight skin battlesuit also revealing a bit of her bust.

“Pinkamena.” Death Gun greeted with a emotionless tone.

Pinkamena playfully pouted. “Aww, you're no fun at all Death Gunny.”

“It’s Death Gun. I told you very well not to call me that.” Death Gun said.

“But it sounds way better than Death Gun.” Pinkamena whined.

Before Death Gun could reply, he heard several distant voices coming from his left. “You brought the cops didn’t you.”

“Maybe..maybe not.” She said innocently.

“Sigh...I’ll meet you at Blue Cats.” Death Gun said before disappearing into the darkness.

(Later…)

Meanwhile in another alleyway, the air becomes a bit wavy as it soon revealed Death Gun.

He looked around his surroundings to make sure no one was around to see him. Once satisfied, he sets off to his destination.

Later, he enters another alleyway of Manehatten. This time, it was filled with empty crates, stray cats and empty beer bottles. He continues walking through the alleyway and saw his destination.

In the middle of the Alleyway was a coffee-shop bar.

Blue Cats

Coffee

He later opens the door and was greeted by Pinkamena.

“Bout time you get here.” She said.

“I wouldn’t be late if you hadn’t bring the Royal Guards.” Death Gun stated.

“Okay, I’ll my bad.” Pinkamena said sheepishly while she rubs the back of her head.

“Anyway back to business.” Death Gun said. He heads towards the bartender/owner.

The bartender/owner was a mare, her coat was mint green, her beautiful blue mane was tied into a ponytail and she had emerald pupils.

She took notice of Death Gun and smiled. “What can get for you Death Gun?”

“Information about the Lightning Claw gang whereabouts.” Death Gun replied.

“So you’re after the city’s most dangerous gang. Always going for the most dangerous jobs aren’t you.” She humorously chuckled. “Their located at the ports of Manehatten. Usually they set up shop within two to three months and later move on to their next destination. Also their place is filled with a lot of merc's, killers and smugglers. So expect heavy resistance and be careful.”

“Oh I will.” Death Gun said and turns to Pinkamena and see her armed to the teeth.

Pinkamena was holding a HK416 that has an Acog scope, a tactical laser, a bipod and a C-Mag. Along with her rifle, she has a Barrett M107 with a silencer slung across her back, a pair of MP7 attached to her waist belt, a pair of Glock 18c attached to her legs and a pair of hidden Karambit Knives.

“You ready?” Death Gun asked.

“Oh I was born ready.” Pinkamena answered excitedly.

Both exited the coffee shop and made their way towards the ports.

(At the ports, 1 hour later…)

“Do you have a visual Pinkamena?” Death Gun asked over the comms.

“Yup. Three minotaurs guarding the entrance.” Pinkamena said through the comms as she positions herself on the rooftop of a nearby city block. She looked through her high-powered scope and saw another group of ponies and instantly recognized their armor. “Heads up, we got a small group of corrupted Royal Guards in the area.”

“Got it. Fire upon my mark….mark.”

“With pleasure.” She licked her lips and pulled the trigger thus fired five .50 BMG rounds. Soon the rounds met their mark as it blows up the guards one by one, sending bits of gore into the air along with detached limbs.

The Minotaur guards were caught surprised by this but failed to notice Death Gun who was behind them.

Death Gun deployed his Estoc and with one swing, he decapitated all three guards as their corpses slumped to the ground with blood spurting out.

“Nice work Pinkamena. Watch the entrance for me while I do a bit of Spring Cleaning.” Death Gun said with a tinge of sadistic excitement .

“You got it.” Pinkamena replied.

Death Gun pushed the warehouse doors opened and enters the complex thus drawing shock stares from the gang members.

“Its that who I think it is!?”

“Its Death Gun!”

“It can’t be!”

“What is he doing here!? Shouldn’t he be in Las Pegasus!?”

“We’re all going to die!”

Death Gun closely listened to what the gang members said and mentally smiled as they give in to their fears. ‘Oh how I love to see them tremble in fear.’

“Good evening everyone!” He announced. “I know why you're all wondering what am I doing here in Manehatten but not Las Pegasus. Well it’s because I heard news of this gang terrorizing the populace of this fine city and decided to do a little bit of cleaning. And guess what,” Death Gun said as he carried his Estoc on his right and his Black Star Type 54 on his left and chuckled darkly. “Tonight is going to be a special night as I kill you all. It's showtime!”

Death Gun instantly makes a mad dash towards the gang as their screams were nothing but music to his ears.

Inside the warehouse was nothing but death as corpses of the gang named Lightning Claw filled the air with a pungent rotting smell.

In the middle of the warehouse stood Death Gun as he finished the last gang member off with his pistol and sighed happily. He noticed Pinkamena walked up to him and kissed him on the cheek of his skeletal mask.

“Enjoyed yourself darling?” She asked.

“Maybe.” Death Gun replied. He heard someone clapping from behind as both Pinkamena and Death Gun pointed their guns at where the clapping originated from, only to find a familiar creepy old man.

“Merchant.” Death Gun greeted with a emotionless tone. “What do you want?”

“Oh just to check on how you and your girlfriend are doing.” The Merchant said. “How life? Having any of those flashbacks?”

“No. It's been a month since those meaningless flashbacks of my previous life.” Death Gun said as a cloud of steam exited his mask.

“Well at least you’re enjoying your new life.” Merchant said.

“What are you doing here Merchant?” Pinkamena asked as she gripped onto Death Gun’s left arm.

“Straight to the point I see.” Merchant chuckled a bit. “I’m here to tell about a certain Displaced universe which has a criminal who has committed many grave sins.”

In an Instant, Death Gun eyes flashed blood red. “I’m listening.”

Author's Note

Another displaced fic of mine. A idea I thought off a couple of weeks ago.

P.S: This is just an experiment due to the lack SAO fics.

P.S.S: Death Gun X Pinkamena, what have I created! Everybody run and hide from this duo.

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