Mad Munchkin Gets Hacked

by Calamity Velvet

Rating: teen
Tags: Slice of Life, Alternate Universe, Original Character, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Mystery, Comedy
Length: 6341

The earth will shake, ponies will cry out in terror... and Mad Munchkin will kill Mary Sue!

Jeremiah 10:23

This fanfiction is a submission to the Friend Off contest
Art by Vector Brony

After finishing her latest work, Mad Munchkin attempts to upload it... only to discover that she's been hacked by Mary Sue!

But Mary Sue isn't smart enough to know how to even operate a computer, how did she gain access to Mad Munchkin's accounts in the first place?

Did someone help her?

If so; then who, and why?

Published 2016-04-28 17:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2016-04-28 17:00:01 UTC

A Study in Mary Sue Pink

Mad Munchkin yawned as she tapped her mouth with a grey furred, stone blue hoof. With the same hoof, she grabbed her ‘#1 Scot’ mug filled with the wonderful, warm, caffeine filled coffee as she lifted it up to her dark grey muzzle to gulp.

She stared at the computer screen before her lime green eyes, which showed an unfinished picture of Megara with her arms folded and her eyes rolled, while the Joker---who was a bit more completed---held a rose and a flirtish look on his face.

She started to get tired as the clock ticked, for one can’t rush art. Art can take a great amount of time, thus is why it is always so tiring.

But it’s always worth it in the end.

So, with that motivating thought she snapped her attention back to her computer and grabbed her tablet pen with her mouth, then continued to draw on the little details. Meg’s eye were too small, the Joker’s red makeup could use a slightly darker shade; all sorts of little details that every artist knew was important, no matter how small in size and seemingly unnoticeable they may be.

She grinned once when she was fully satisfied with her work.

It had taken about three layers on Adobe Photoshop- guidelines, basic sketch, then hair just to get started. After that, she combined the last two, then made another layer to trace under that, then coloured it afterwards.

Happy and proud with her work, Mad Munchkin then tipped her large tartan newsboy cap up and pushed her long unkempt denion mane out of her eyes, then slightly tightened her small tartan scarf. After that, she pulled up DeviantART to submit her latest work.

“What… the… heck…?” She slowly asked, her accent Scottish and her voice filled with shock and concern. “What am I looking at?! I don’t remember makin’ any of these!”

Her Deviant page had a disturbing amount of childish drawings of a mary sue OC, and childish drawings of random ships kissing, hugging, or both, and adoptable Pony Generator ponies; of which Mad Munchkin despised.

In panic, she checked her Youtube account, and on the page was a new video she didn’t recall making.

“Hi, my OC is, like, totally pretty and awesome, and this is, like, totally my channel and it’s always been mine. I make pictures and drawings and videos and Mad Munchkin never, like, even existed and, like, subscribe!”

Mad Munchkin gasped with her hooves up to her cheeks, her eyes small and panicked as she came to realisation. In the next instant, her face scrunched into an angry, murderous expression.

“I’VE BEEN HACKED!!!” She yelled, then pushed herself away from her desk before she began to storm towards the mary sue character’s room, which was a dull gray with a simple mattress upon the floor.

Dear Maddie,

I am running awaygoing to the grocery store to buy um groceries, yes, groceries!

- Goodbye Forever

Mad Munchkin face hoofed before she muttered, “Why did to write ‘um’ in the middle of the letter?” She shook her head, then turned for the door and it slammed open as she yelled, “I’m going to find you, even if it’s the last thing I do!”

She stormed through the campus of Pony University with steam blowing through her snout. With each step came a great shake of the earth, and with each puff came more steam, making her appear like a bull that just saw a red cape.

“Miss Mad Munchkin?” Asked a soft, calm voice, which belonged to Dr. Wolf- a white fluffy wolf who stood on his hind legs, and wore a white collared shirt with a purple ascot and a dark brown jacket and black shorts. He carried a simple green book with Fluttershy’s face on the cover in one paw, and carried a paper bag in another. “What’s wrong?”

Mad Munchkin simply stomped past him, so he followed her with a look of concern.

“Mad Munchkin, can you calm down a bit, please?”

“I. Can’t. Doc.” Mad Munchkin growled out every word.

With a spark that ignited in the head of the good doctor, he stopped for a moment to carefully take out a teacup, a simple sandwich inside a plastic bag, and a few tea packets out of his paper bag before he hurried to catch up with her.

Luckily, she moved like a tank; slow, yet strong and dangerous.

“Can you breathe into this for me?” Dr. Wolf asked politely.

“NO!” Mad Munchkin growled.

“Please? You can’t stomp around in anger, or else you’ll break something.”

“FINE!” Mad Munckin yelled before she snattched the bag from Dr. Wolf. She breathed in the bag intensely at first, inhaling and exhaling extremely rapidly. But, as time went on, her breathing slowed down more and more to a calmer pace. With a sigh, she looked at the wolf doctor with an appreciative look.

“Thanks, Doc.”

“Anytime, Mad Munchkin,” Dr. Wolf replied, “Do you want to talk about this issue?”

“Well… okay. So, I was just mindin’ my own business that morning,” she began.

Dr. Wolf gave her a listening hum in response.

“And I just finished up a sketch. So, naturally, I went to DeviantART to post it… only to find out that mary sue character hacked my account; all of my accounts!”

“That explains a lot…” Dr. Wolf replied as he recalled the recent change in her Youtube account.

“Yeah, and guess what? That undeveloped coward ran away! And now I have to find her!” Mad Munchkin explained with a frustrated stomp on the ground.

“Well, when you do find her, please make sure to talk to her calmly and… well, don’t hurt her in any way.”

“But I--… and she--… fine, I’ll be sure of it!”

“That’s good to hear, Mad Munchkin. Good luck getting your account back.”

“Thanks, doc.”

As Mad Munchkin left, Dr. Wolf picked his bag back up after she dropped it and headed towards his lunch to repack. On his way, he brought his empty paw to his chest, breathed in, then breathed out; his said paw stretched away.

“It’s good to be helping…”

---[({x})]---

A white coated stallion with a shiny, well styled blue mane---also known as ‘Atony C.’---talked amongst three other ponies in the middle of the campus near the park- where ponies played, talked and discuss, or scream and shout in anger over something Silver Quill did.

“So then that mary sue approached me as I sat idly, minding my own buisness per usual, and inquired me if I had a jolly good peanut butter sandwich. But yet I only had a pickle! So then I said--”

“Did you say a ‘mary sue’?!” Demanded Mad Munchkin, every pony startled by the sudden interruption.

“Well… um... yes, I did.” Antony replied nervously. Mad Munchkin leaned close, her eyes angry and ready to explode.

“WHERE. IS. SHE?!”

“By Star Swirls’ beloved beard, who urinated in your Celesti-os?” Antony asked as sweat dropped down his forehead.

Mad Munchkin, what have I told you about that anger? Asked Dr. Wolf’s voice in her head, something anypony that had 'A Moment' with him had. With a deep breath, she backed up.

“I’m trying to find the pony who has my accounts. Where is she?” She asked again calmly.

“Ah, I have no idea. Probably constructing another video, I guess, considering you bestowed your channel and all its responsibilities to her.” replied Antony C. as he put his smart looking glasses on.

“Well isn’t that just-- wait... I gave my channel to her?!” Mad Munchkin exclaimed.

“Well, yes, you proclaimed it yourself in a video. Like, duh, wouldn’t you know rather or not you gave up your channel to the mary sue pony like how Owl from Winnie the Pooh would know when he sneezed?"

“What are you talking about?!” Mad Munchkin exclaimed.

“Um… this?” said Digibrony as he held out his phone. Mad Munchkin looked intensely at it as the video played.

“Hello. I am Mad Munchkin. I am giving away my entire channel because I quit. This is Maddie for the last time, ‘stay creative’!”

The video had a picture of Mad Munchkin with human lips edited right over her muzzle, and the voice didn’t even come close to Mad Munchkin's lovable Scottish accent nor voice. But, she knew exactly whose voice it was, and so she stormed off to find it’s owner.

“And seriously, when does putting a period after every word in a question even work? I seriously have some complaints to this simpleton who calls himself a writer! And look at that, a fourth wall reference, how origin--wait a second!”

Antony C. ceased his ramblings as he realised Mad Munchkin ran off. With a expression of excitement, Antony knew exactly what was going on.

“Oh, I got to go, fillies and gentlecolts; I have some errands to run!” he said before he dashed off.

“Oh, come on! No z’ing is more suspicious z’an an ‘errand’!” AnY Pony exclaimed.

With a gallop, Antony C. ran off to catch up with Mad Munchkin.

“Maddie! Maddie, wait up!” He yelled.

“WHAT?!” Mad Munchkin growled as Antony made it to her side.

“Is this what I think it is?” Antony C. asked, “Is this… a mystery crime to solve?!”

“No, it’s a bunny that hopped outta your ass!”

“Well, so much for ‘time and place’ for everything from your recent video; you must be real boiled you, aren’t you?” Antony asked.

Mad Munchkin sighed and slowed down her trotting pace before she answered. “Yes, I am. Some mary sue hacked into my account somehow even know she doesn’t seem to even understand how to drag a mouse round!”

“So do you think somepony else might of helped her for whatever given reason?” Antony assumed.

“I guess, considering how it wasn’t her voice in that video…”

“Wait a second…” Antony’s face slowly turned in a shocking realization, and once when it did, it immediately became exaggerated as he gasped. “You mean it wasn’t you who said you gave your account to her?!”

Mad Munchkin looked unamused.

“Why are you looking at me like I’m stupid?” Antony asked with a raised eyebrow. “Anyway, who do you think helped her steal your account then...? Silver Quill, right?”

“No, too obvious,” Mad Munchkin answered, “The video of me sounded more like somepony else.”

“Somepony else?” Asked Antony, “As in not a hippogriff, a zebra, a regular griffin, a butcher, a baker, a grocer, or a clerk? Specifically a pony?”

“Aye.”

“Then who, Mad Munchkin? Which pony do you think is the one who did such a nasty thing?”

With a dramatic pause, Mad Munchkin looked off into the distance. The wind blew in her long mane, and her eyes looked onwards with hope; hope of being able to gain her account back. But it also spoke of determination; determination to not just sit down and wait for it. Her scarf blew along with the wind, pointing towards the South East, if one would check their compass to check.

It was a solid ten seconds before she gave her answer.

“Obabscribbler.”

“What?! But why?!” Antony C. exclaimed.

“I don’t know, I just know that it’s her voice,” Mad Munchkin replied with a shrug, “When we’ll find her, I guess I should just… well…”

“Act as civilized as Ben Kenobi?” Antony asked to finish her sentence.

“Yeah, sure, that. Dr. Wolf did tell me that I should calm down if I want to solve my problem…”

“As wise as the good Doctor is, he’s right. So, mind if I tag along as the protagonist of this awful fic?”

“Protag--...? Oh, forget it. Sure, why not? You can come.” Mad Munchkin replied with a roll of her eyes.

“Yes! I always wanted to solve a mystery! The suspense, the plot twists, the secondary character dying… yikes, good thing you’re the secondary character, huh?”

“Sure.”

The two of them walked and occasionally chatted every now and then until they managed to find Obabscribbler's apartment. Mad Munchkin knocked while Atony C. hummed Dance of the Knights, and soon the door opened.

“Yes, this is the apartment of Scribbler, how may I…” Obabscribbler---a dark coated unicorn mare with a dark blue and pink streaked mane---answered, but paused once when she saw who it was. The door swiftly shut, and instantly Mad Munchkin knocked again.

“Oh, please, not now, I’m… recording another reading!”

“No you’re aren’t!” Mad Munchkin yelled.

“Actually,” Antony corrected, “‘Aren’t’ is short for ‘are not’, and you’ve technically already said ‘you’re’, so I think the proper--”

“Not now, Antony!” Mad Munchkin growled.

“Well, sheesh, I’m just correcting your grammar to make myself look smart, don’t get your kilt in a knot!” Antony replied with a wave of a hoof and a roll of his eyes.

Mad Munchkin made a mental note to poison Antony’s tea when she had the chance.

“Don’t make me break the door down!” Mad Munchkin yelled. Soon the door opened, and Obabscribbler dared to stick her head out.

“I-I’m sorry, Mad--” before Obabscribbler could finish her sentence, Mad Munchkin stormed into her apartment and pushed Scribbler until she was standing on her hind hooves against the wall. To gain eye level, Mad Munchkin stood up on her own hind hooves too, then stared daggers into her blue, teared up eyes.

“Why?! Why did you impersonate me?!” Mad Munchkin demanded with another puff. Obabscribbler started to choke with tears.

“I-I’m sorry, Mad, I… I didn’t… I-I had to… I… I…”

Obabscribbler tried hard to speak, but her urge to simply cry in terror and regret started to gain control over here.

“Um, Mad Munchkin, didn’t Dr. Wolf say to, well, you know…” Antony C. reminded from behind her with a concerned look. Mad Munchkin sighed, then let go of Obabscribbler as she fell to the floor in tears.

The clock ticked, the same ticking you hear in her earlier videos, as Obabscribbler sobbed and Mad Munchkin took a moment to calm herself.

All was silent except for that ticking.

Once when Mad Munchkin composed herself, she laid down on her own bent hooves where Obabscribbler laid to cry to gain eye level again.

“I… I’m sorry for threatening you, Scribbler. I just… well, ya know, I…”

“I-I know, Mad, I know,” Obabscribbler politely interrupted as she was finally able to calm down enough to speak, “Y-You simply m-must be angry for l-losing your channel. Believe me, I’ve had a f-few of my videos t-taken down before, I know at l-least a portion of how you feel.” her voice was weak, and her eyes were soaked with tears.

Mad Munchkin grabbed Obabscribbler for a hug, and waited for Obabscribbler to fully calm down.

“Well, isn’t that a little ship worthy…?” Antony C. asked with a roll of his eyes. “Nope! I won’t ship it… even if you two are kind of adorable.”

This made Obabscribbler chuckle, and right then Mad Munchkin knew her fellow pegasister was alright.

“So, you’re probably wondering why I impersonated you, then?” Obabscribbler asked.

“Yeah, I am,” Mad Munchkin replied casually, but then her eyebrow raised as another thought raised up. “Actually, I really do wonder why you did this! Seriously, this isn’t like you to do anything as mean as something Silver Quill would do!”

“Well, about that…” Obabscribbler replied with a nervous look.

“Somepony made you do this?” Mad Munchkin asked with a gasp.

Obabscribbler nodded.

“Then who made you?” asked Antony curiously.

“I… I c-can’t tell you…” Obabscribbler stuttered as sweat started to drip on her forehead.

Mad Munchkin leaned close to Obabscribbler as she asked slowly and tenderly, “Who made you? Tell us.”

Antony looked over to Mad Munchkin with an unsure look, feeling a bit concerned on how Obabscribbler seemed to be a bit too scared to tell.

But, Mad Munchkin’s patience was starting to lose it’s grip.

“Tell us now!” She demanded more sternly.

After a brief moment of hesitation, Obabscribbler finally said, “It was a bounty hunter called--” but was cut short as a dart suddenly landed on her throat.

Antony and Mad Munchkin both turned around to find the source, only to find a being suddenly fly off in cheap flying animation.

Antony then turned his head back to Obabscribbler, only to find her mumble, “But mum, I’m not wearing any cloths…” then her eyes closed as her head fell.

Mad Munchkin turned her head and saw what had happened.

“No…”

Turning her head back, Mad Munchkin then looked back to where the shooter was, wondering where they could possibly find him… or her, for all she knew.

“Was that… was that what I think it is?!” Asked Antony C. with a panicked look.

“Yes, Antony… it was murder.”

“'Murder'?! No, I mean the ref--”

“And we’re goin’ to find who did it!” Mad Munchkin interrupted, “Come on, we got some investigating to do…”

Before she left the apartment of the beloved English dramatic reader, Mad Munchkin turned to look at the fallen body before her, with her heart filled with determination.

“This isn’t just about my stolen account anymore… I’ll avenge you, Obabscribbler.”

And with that, the low tempered artist and the comedic reviewer all left the dark, empty, lone apartment, with nothing but the sound of ticking.

---[({x})]---

"So... let's see what clues we got." said Mad Munchkin as she began to pace back and forth. "So it wasn't Scribbler, she was only part of all this... so if that's so, then how many ponies are involved in this? It might be weeks before I even get a single clue! But then again, someone threatened Scribbler into this, someone who was willing to kill her to keep his or herself secret... but who?" she asked half to herself and half to Antony C.

Antony put a thoughtful hoof on his thoughtful chin as he, too, pondered. Suddenly, he had a hoof point at him.

"You! You saw what he was wearin', right?" Mad Munchkin asked with a poke on Antony's fury chest.

"Um... yes, I do recall..." Antony C. slowly replied.

"Describe it!"

"Okay, okay, let me think for a moment... let's see, it was blue and grey..." Antony slowly started hesitantly. Mad Munchkin nodded. With another pause, he continued. "And... it looked precisely like Mandalorian armour!"

"Mandal--what?" Mad Munchkin asked with a confused look.

"Mandalorian, the manliest part of da lure! Or a planet from Star Wars, to be exact. Basically, it's Jango Fett's armour." Antony C. explained.

"Oh, I see," Mad Munchkin replied, "So if it's Star Wars armour, then... then whoever did this must be a Star Wars fan!" Mad Munchkin concluded.

"Yes, a... Warsie? Star Warian? No, no, um..."

Star Warrior?

"Yes, 'Star Warrior'! That," said Antony with a thankful nod. "So, anyway, does this mean we'll have to make a list of every single Star Warrior, then?"

"I'm afraid so... unless we can narrow it down a bit more," suggested Mad Munchkin, "Think about it- he's a Star Wars fan, he cosplays, and is somepony, no, someone who is more than willing to backstab somepony metaphorically and literally." Then Mad Munchkin turned her whole body around, only to dramatically turn her head back dramatically as she added, "Or should I say, some hippogriff!"

"Wait, do you finally think it's Silver Quill? Um... didn't you say it was 'too obvious'?" Antony C. asked.

"Yes, but that was before I had further evidence that it was him all along! I know for sure now, and we're going to find him so we can beat the living feathers out of him till kingdom come, then demand him to give me my account back once when he's drownin' in tears from his torture!"

"I don't know, Munchkin..." Antony C. replied unsurely, "Didn't Dr. Wolf say--"

"Yes, I know what he said!" Mad Munchkin spat back, "It's an expression! Come on, we have a pigeon hybrid to find."

Meanwhile...

"But I don't get it, you know--"

"Yeah, like he's always--"

"Why does he walk backwards, isn't he--"

"Yeah, I know right? Like, Micheal Jackson is the worst dancer ever!"

"Y-yeah, I-- wait, what?!"

"Yeah, he is. Like, it's-it's all CGI, you know. All of it."

"CGI in the 80's?"

"Yeah, I'm serious man. Michael Jackson is fake--"

"No, stop, just stop! You're literally making this up!"

"No I'm not!"

"Yes you are!"

"No I'm not--"

"Will you two stop your blethering for a second?!" yelled Mad Munchkin as she approached the two brothers that were in an apparently heated discussion. One was Phantom Horn, a dark blue coated earth pony unicorn with a dark purple mane, with a cardboard toilet paper roll taped to his forehead as his 'horn', and wore a pink T-shirt that read, 'unicorn power'. The other was Keg Standard, a light purple stallion with a green and yellow striped zebra mohawk, with a pair of pink shutter glasses attached to his neck in case of an awesome emergency.

"Oh, hey Mad--"

"Hey Mad Munchkin!" Phantom Horn interrupted his brother, but yet neither seemed bothered with how they both kept interrupting and talking over each other. "What's up?"

"Your mom!" said Keg Standard before Mad Munchkin could even open her muzzle to answer.

"W-what? Really, Keg? What the fuck?!" Phantom Horn exclaimed before he bursted into laughter.

"I don't fucking know; I just don't!" Keg Standard replied as he joined his brother's fit of laughter.

"GUYS!!!" Mad Munchkin screamed in a voice more frightening than the Royal Canterlot Voice. The two brothers were dead silent, shrunken down in fear of Mad Munchkin's furry. Once when satisfied with their quiet attention, she continued, "Have any of you seen Silver Quill in... um..."

"Mandalorian."

"Mandalorian armour?" Mad Munchkin finished.

"'Mandalorian' armor? Like Boba Fett or some shit?" asked Keg Standard.

"No, I think she means Jango Fett, she defiantly means--"

"No, no, I think it's Boba, he's cooler."

"Okay, that's a fucking good point, I guess--"

"HAVE YOU SEEN HIM?!"Mad Munchkin yelled again.

"Ah, y-yes, we--"

"I think we ha--"

"There's no--"

"He went that way!"

"He went west!"

"He's at the library!"

"He's at the library!"

The two brothers finally finished their series of ramblings (which mostly consisted of talking over each other) by saying their last sentence at the same time.

"The library?" Mad Munchkin asked with a raised eyebrow, "No one would expect that out of all the places to hide!" Mad Munchkin concluded. "Antony, you read books, right?"

"Lord of the Rings, and The Dictionary of Really Big Words; yes, I do. You want me to lead you to it?" asked Antony C.

"Yes, thank you."

And with that, the two ponies trotted off. But, Mad Munchkin failed to notice the red dot that was aimed right into the hole of Phantom Horn's horn. When the two brothers knew that they were no longer threatened and the dot was gone, Keg Standard was the first to speak.

"Dibs on the Scottish pony!"

"No way, I was fucking looking at her ass first!" Phantom Horn exclaimed.

And then began another long argument of the two interrupting and talking over each other.

---[({x})]---

With a slow, careful push, Mad Munchkin opened the door of the library as slowly and as carefully as she could. For at a library... a single sound means death.

"Ah, I love the smell of books! Good afternoon, everyone--"

"Antony!" Mad Munchkin whispered.

"What, do you actually think you have to be as silent as possible or else you'll get executed or something?" asked Antony C.

Mad Munchkin stood silent for a moment, then decided to just roll her eyes and begin her search. She looked in every hall of the library, at every table, at every chair, under every table and even under every book, for as young as Silver Quill was in OC years at the time, he had always been a master of escape, and for all she knew he might of already moved on before she even made it.

The library wasn't the kind of library one would expect. Yes, there were books like Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, Narnia, and all sorts of books that are considered ’real books', but there was also the kind people would rather not call books, but they are; fanfictions.

During Mad Munchkin's search, she found a dark grey mare with a dark red mane, with simple little glasses that helped her red eyes see the words of another fanfiction, the book she was reading.

"You!" Mad Munchkin said with a point of her hoof at her, "Have you seen Silver Quill in Mandalorian armour?"

"Yes, I had... but it's a long story..." replied the Lost Narrator.

"N-no, I just want to--" before Mad Munchkin could stop her, the Lost Narrator's eyes turned crimson.

"Sit down."

Mad Munchkin sat down, even know she didn't even consider doing so.

"It was a peaceful, warm day in Pony University. As I journeyed my way to the library, I thought to myself 'what am I going to read today?' and so once when I made it there, I began to search through every hallway under tag after tag..."

Mad Munchkin wanted to tell her to stop, to get up and just find some other pony who might help, but she couldn't move at all as the Lost Narrator went on and on with her story.

It started out in a simple, Slice of Life sort. But then as the tale went, it became darker, and darker, and darker. She spoke of a hippogriff who wore mandalorian armour, who headed into the library with the blood of Obabscribbler in his claws, and hide in the library for a short amount of time before she saw him slip out of a window the very second before Mad Munchkin and Antony C. arrived, mystified of why Silver Quill had killed such an innocent pony. But, the story dragged on from there, detailing of her train of thought as she thought of a series of theories of what might of happened... grimdark theories.

After a long hour of storytelling, the Lost Narrator was finally almost finished.

"And so, with my thoughts finally returned back to reading my book, I decided to stop my train of thought, but not before thinking at least one thing... 'why consider anything a distraction... if life itself is a distraction from death?'"

Mad Munchkin shivered.

"Okay... so, now I know where he went… sort of... I'll be goin' now!" said Mad Munchkin, but yet she didn't stand up.

"Yes, you should go now." said the Lost Narrator as her eyes glowed crimson again. And so, Mad Munchkin did.

"Come on, Antony, we should go now."

"But I'm on the thirteenth chapter of this fanfiction!!" Antony C. whinned, but was dragged away none of the less, but he made a mental note to borrow that book when he'll have the chance next time.

Meanwhile, once the the two left, a pony with cue cards who stood behind Mad Munchkin during the whole story nodded to the Lost Narrator and left. She sighed as the second pony, who held a knife close to the back of her neck, sat in a spot where Mad Munchkin couldn't notice from her view.

Both of them wore jedi sort of robes as uniforms, with both a lighter tanish brown as the outer tunic, and a darker brown as the under tunic, and the collars of the robes both had one antler horn attached to the one side, and a light blue horn attached to the other.

With their mission complete, they both threw smoke bombs onto the ground and disappeared without a trace.

"I hope you both will die soon..." said the Lost Narrator as her eyes glowed crimson.

---[{(x})]---

Mad Munchkin looked frantically all about for any signs of Silver Quill in his Mandalorian armour, but to no avail. Antony C. simply watched from behind, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.

"Where is he?!" Mad Munchkin said aloud, "Where is Silver Quill! I can't find him!"

Finally, she decided to simply drop on her haunches to think.

"You know," Antony C. said as he sat next to her, "What's the point of all this, really?" he asked, "Besides the murder of Obabscribbler, I can't see any ding-dong sense of why it's so important to get your channel back. Have you ever considered that maybe you may never find him? I mean, this is Silver Quill we're talking about, who can basically get away with anything! The moment you thought he had him, he's gone! He's invincible, Mad Munchkin, completely--"

"Antony!" yelled Mad Munchkin, "That's the thing! He has been caught, he has been punished, karama is always on his tail! Yet there's just one problem..."

"What?"

"Why did Scribbler say a ‘bounty hunter’?"

"Well, um..."

"Think about it, Silver Quill isn't a bounty hunter! Silver Quill doesn't even have a flying animation yet! He's not the one who helped the mary sue character hack into my account!"

Antony scoffed. "Yeah... um... none of that made any-- well, okay, it does... so you think maybe it the Lost Narrator? She is a rather suspicious character and had literally wasted your time, maybe it's she--"

"Antony... how did you know I was distracted by Lost Narrator?"

"Well, um, I did see you while I was--"

"Antony... are you... lying to me?"

"W-well, um, no, I--"

"ANTONY!!!" yelled Mad Munchkin as she pinned him down with a deadly glare, "Tell me the TRUTH!!!"

"I--... oh, you were bound to find out anyway…”

Mad Munchkin jumped back as green flames erupted over him, and who stood in Antony C.'s place was a changeling who wore an orange sweater and matched-colour beanie. Before Mad Munchkin could recover from shock, his horn and eyes glowed green as she suddenly dozed into sleep...

Once when she woke up, Sketchy the Changeling was gone.

Mad Munchkin stayed where she was, sitting alone in the grass, pondering on not only what just happened, but also why. Why would Sketchy Changeling be in on this? Did he help the mary sue OC hack into her account?

No, there was more. Obabscribbler, the Lost Narrator, Sketchy the Changeling, why a whole team?

Her thoughts turned back to Obabscribbler, and how she said 'a bounty hunter'. So unless Mary Sue somehow could afford the bits it took to hire him, or... maybe somepony else. What if she made a deal with one pony, one pony who's popular, who can make collabs with anyone, and could afford a lot of helpers, perhaps even an army of them... then Mad Munchkin knew where to go.

With a hard gallop, she ran her way towards the biggest home of one of the biggest Bronies.

The home she trotted towards was no apartment, or even a house. What she approached was a four story mansion, with a statue of discord in the yard.

Once when Mad Munchkin walked up the porch to the door, then she pushed a button with a picture of three hearts behind three cards that had pictures of a read headed human girls with different expressions.

Ding, ding, ding-ding, ding

The door opened by a light grey mare with a dark grey and black mane, and wore a black butler suit.

"Hey, welcome to KP's mansion, do you want to see her for a collab?" she asked in a droned voice, but with a noticeable Hispanic accent. Her name was Riquis, one of the editors and artists of Kim Possible.

"No, not really, but I really need to see her, because, um..."

"What's your name?" Riquis asked.

Mad Munchkin pushed past the butler and stormed her way inside.

"Stop her!" Riquis yelled, and immediately two bodyguards, who were dressed in the same light and dark brown Jedi robe uniforms, and were also editors of KP, grabbed Mad Munchkin. But, as they pulled her towards the doors to kick her out, a voice cried out.

"No, no, no! Guys, it's cool! Let her go!"

Down the large stairway came I Love Kim Possible Alot. She was a cyan pegasus with a brunette and blond mane, with her eyes perfectly blended into the colour of her coat.

“You!” Mad Munchkin growled. As ordered, the guards released Mad Munchkin, but still kept a close eye on her.

“Yeah, I know, big surprise; I’m the villain! Yeah, awesome, right?” Asked KP.

---[({x})]---

Silence. The room was ever so silent.

“What?” Asked KP.

Mad Munchkin glared, her anger beyond explanation.

“Um… this is getting awkward.” KP slowly said.

Then, suddenly, Mad Munchkin began to charge. The guards immediately took action and held her still, but struggled to keep her still.

“I’LL KILL YOU!!!”

With increased strength of her anger, she managed to pull away from the guards and run straight for KP.

KP backed up as much as she could, but soon hit a wall. Mad Munchkin soon got close enough, and raised a hoof over her head.

“Maddie, stop!”

Mad Munchkin froze. She knew that voice.

She turned around, and found a tall, pink alicorn with white and pink streaked mane. She wore your typical Pony Generator cape, hoof bracelets, shoes, and a heart attached to her chest.

“The mary sue pony…” said Mad Munchkin. She wanted to charge at her. She wanted to tear her apart bone by bone, then feed her flesh to a tatzlwurm. She wanted to beat her beyond the point of a black eye. She wanted to make her pay, right away, right on the spot; yet instead she found herself still and calm.

“Why…? Why did you steal my accounts?”

The guards finally the open advantage, and once again held Mad Munchkin still. But she was in no mood to struggle; not anymore.

“KP, shall we escort her out?” Asked a guard.

“Nah, she looks calm and stuff now. Go get my servant, I want popcorn, alcohol, and the seat, stat!” KP ordered. They saluted her, and went off to inform her servants.

Silence stretched for a time with only three ponies remaining. In what felt like forever, Mad Munchkin finally broke that silence.

“Why?” She asked in an impatient tone, one the mary sue recognized.

“I… hoped you wouldn’t ask… or find out…” Mary Sue replied.

“Why, you account stealer! Why?!” Mad Munchkin demanded once again.

“I… well… Maddie, what’s my name?”

“What?”

“What’s. My. Name!”

“Well… um… ‘mary sue pony’…?” Mad Munchkin slowly replied with a confused look.

“Exactly, ‘mary sue pony’! That means ‘nothing’, Maddie; ‘nothing’! I have no back story, no character development, no name, and… and…”

Unable to bare having to say it, she simply tore off her cape to reveal a completely blank flank.

“Let’s face it, Maddie, I’m nothing! I’m just a ‘mary sue’, waiting for someone to name me! So I figured that maybe, just maybe, taking away your art would makeyou the nothing and me the something! I figured that if I took your account, that would make me ‘Mad Munchkin’, and not ‘that mary sue pony’!”

Even though tears wasn’t a feature that you can use in Pony Generator, there were some escaping from her eyes none of the less.

Mad Munchkin slowly approached, and the mary sue shrunk and backed away. But, she stopped when she noticed a warm smile on her creator’s face.

“You did it.”

The mary sue’s face turned from a faint smile from Maddie’s, into one of surprise. “What?”

“You finally had character development.”

“But… but… I stole your channel! What does that have to do with character development?!” The mary sue snapped.

“Everything. You're not just a randomly made alicorn made in the Pony Generator that I used for an example of why I don’t like alicorn OCs anymore, you’re more then that now. You’re a coward, you’re incredibly stupid, and you’re a big, fat baby. That’s character, Mary Sue.”

“W-wait… did you just… name me…?”

“Yes, Mary Sue, I did. If you think about it, ‘Mary’ and ‘Sue’ are both good names. Think of it as that.” Mad Munchkin said with a grin, which made Mary Sue stand up a bit taller and not as scared as before.

“Come on, Mary Sue, let’s go home now.”

Nodding, Mary Sue followed Mad Munchkin as they made their way out the door. But then, suddenly, Mad Munchkin froze. “Wait a second,” said Mad Munchkin as she turned to face KP, who was on her requested lounge with her popcorn and alcohol, and a box of feeli-os that was added as well, with her eyes filled with tears from the sick case of ‘the feels’.

“KP?”

“Y-yeah…?” KP asked through gasped and chocks.

“Why did you do help Mary Sue in the first place?”

“Oh, we made a bargain thing!” Answered KP.

“What bargain?”

“She made me this!” KP answered as she held out a Winona plushie with it’s head cut off, and what was sewed on to take it’s place was the head of a Discord plushie. “A Puppy Discord plushie! Doesn’t he make a cute puppy??”

When Mad Munchkin opened her muzzle to answer, KP immediately wrapped all her hooves around it and held tighter as her eyes glowed red.

“MY PUPPY!!”

Mad Munchkin stood silent for a time.

“Okay… and… you were literally willing to kill for it?”

“Kill?”

“Yes, kill! You killed Scribbler for god sake!”

“Killed?! She’s not dead, she’s just been tranquilised.”

“Oh… well, that’s satisfying to know, I suppose. Come on, Mary Sue, we’re out of here…” and with that, the door slammed, and KP was once again left alone.

And with that in mind, she ran over to a curtain and unfolded a secret shrine of John De Lancie, and she began to cuddle the Discord Puppy plushie and fall into tears.

Meanwhile, outside of KP’s mansion, a clydesdale and a pink alicorn both trotted on their way back home.

Eventually, something that bugged Mary Sue’s was finally brought up.

“Um, Maddie… I’m, like, totally not in trouble, right?”

“You had  stole my accounts, Mary Sue. And for that, you will be cleaning the bathroom for the next five months!”

“Five months?! But, like, I’ll get my hooves dirty!”

“Then think about that next time you hack my account…”

“Stay Creative”

- Mad Munchkin

All My Best,

Doug_Oneshots