Pain, a feeling familiar to Trevor. He had suffered through so much trying to take care of his sister, though the pain and tiredness was all worth it just to see Violet living a happy and healthy life. It was something he enjoyed knowing.

Opening his eyes and groaning, Trevor noticed the change in scenery. He was no longer in a convention center. He saw stone and crystals around the floor and ceiling.

From his quick scan around his surroundings, his gaze landed on a small unconscious body. Trevor quickly scrambled up to his feet before quickly kneeling next to who he hopes is Violet.

Shaking her lightly, Trevor could hear her whispering incoherent words. Another shake was greeted with a louder sentence of incoherent words.

One last shake, and the girl woke up with a groan.

“What is it, Trevor?” The girl’s voice did not sounded remotely like his sister’s and her accent was british. The girl looked up at Trevor, revealing the face of a very young Tracer.

“Violet?” Eyes wide as dinner plates, Trevor noticed the drastic change of his voice but not only that, the girl in front of him was his little sister, Violet but why does she look like a ten year old Tracer?

“Trevor?” The girl answered back, squinting a little before wincing at her headache.

“What happened?” She asked out loud. Trevor looked at Violet before answering.

“I-” Trevor was cut off by an echoed whimper behind him. Trevor looked back, seeing a woman laying on the floor battered and bruised. From the little light they had, Trevor noticed that the woman was covered head to...hoof with lavender fur. On her forehead was a horn

She wore a fancy dress, one that would be used for weddings and balls but looking at the state the dress was, the woman must've been through hell.

There were rips, tears, and even blood stains around the dress. It seemed that she had stopped bleeding mere moments ago and she seemed to be breathing.

Trevor nodded silently and stood up. Behind him, Violet was still in a daze and with a headache, she still hasn't noticed her change. Only with a few rapid blinks and she saw her recently purchased Pulse pistols. Reaching over to grab them, she had noticed that both pistols looked more real than they did before.

As soon as her hands touched the two pistols, they shone a cyan blue and so did Violets chest piece. Scared, she let go of the pistols, causing both the pistols and her chest piece to stop emitting the blue light.

Violet looked at the shadowy form that is her brother as he walked down the cave, probably to find the way out. Turning back to the two Pulse pistols and snatched it, causing both her chest piece and pistols to emit a cyan blue light.

Her fear diminished as she looked around the cave, shining the light of her chest piece as a flashlight. Hearing the loud steps of Trevor's boots coming closer, Violet shakily stood up.

“Ow ow ow.” Violet repeated the same word as she stood up, gaining the attention of Trevor. The latter quickly reacted and picked her up to avoid further pain.

“Are you alright?” His voice. That wasn't Trevor's voice but she knew it was him, no one would've picked her up gently. Nodding, Violet clung to who she assumed was Trevor.

“I know you're confused and scared. I am too and so far, this cave isn't helping.” Trevor said. Violet nodded in acknowledgement before her gaze landed at the strange woman.

Twilight felt immense pain through her body. She felt wet in a few parts, she could tell why. Tasting iron in her mouth, she knew it had to be blood.

Opening her eyes, she was greeted with the stone floor of the crystal cavern. Moving her gaze upwards, she saw the strange stallion from before, he was holding the little one as he spoke to it.

Unbeknownst to Twilight, the little one was looking at her. Twilight waited for a reaction from the little one but gained nothing.

For what felt like hours, Twilight stayed silent and waited for anypony - or even anything - to come and help, but to her dismay, the tall stallion like being turned to look at her.

“Please, don't hurt me.” Twilight pleaded with a whisper. She closed her eyes, expecting the worst to happen - but nothing did.

“I'm not here to hurt anyone.” Twilight heard the voice of the stallion. Opening her eyes, a clawed hand greeted her. Looking up more, she saw that it was the stallion offering his hand.

Placing her hand onto his, she was then gently lifted up onto her hooves.

“Where are we?” The stallion asked. Twilight dusted some dirt off of herself before answering, but seeing as most of the dirt were now just stains on her dress, she sighed before looking back at the stallion.

“We're deep inside the Crystal Caverns of Canterlot.” Twilight answered, earning an eerie silence from the stallion before he shook his head.

“Listen, I need your help. The city is in danger and an imposter has taken the role of the bride of today's wedding.” Twilight told the stallion. He looked at her, but with that mask, Twilight couldn't tell how he looked at her.

“Please, I know it sounds far fetched but everything is at stake and if I don't find the real Cadence.” Twilight stopped, not wanting to finish the sentence. The stallion let out a sigh.

Trevor was utterly confused. Crystal Caverns? Canterlot? Where was he and to top it off, this lady asks for help against something that could potentially be a total disaster. He sighed like always.

He didn't know what to do, what choice did he have? So taking a deep breath, he answered.

“Fine, but on one condition - that my sister gets some medical attention.” Trevor said, holding onto to Violet whom only managed to stay awake for so long despite her drowsiness.

The woman in front of Trevor only nodded. She then started walking deeper into the cave as if she knew something was there.

“Trevor?” Violet said to gain his attention. Trevor looked down at her and saw her pointing at something behind him. Trevor turned around and was greeted with the replicas he had just bought.

“I don't think toys are what we need right now, Violet.” Trevor said, much to his dismay Violet shook her head before pulling out her own recently bought replica of the Pulse pistols. What Trevor did not expect however was for them to glow along with Violet’s chest piece.

“I don't think they’re toys.” Violet said. Trevor looked back to the two shotguns before walking towards them. He then carefully bent over so he wouldn't harm Violet and picked one up, feeling that it was heavier than before - not to mention that felt more like if it was made of metal.

Trevor spent a few seconds then trying to come up with any sort of logical explanation for whatever is going on, but he only managed to make more questions than answers. Trevor then remembered the two holsters on his sides.

He holstered one on his left then the other on his right. This made Violet feel uncomfortable but was moved onto Trevor's shoulders.

After making sure Violet wouldn't fall off of his shoulders, Trevor had then walked the same direction the woman took. As he walked deeper into the cavern, his mind began to wander.

Today was perfect. Her plan was set and there was not a thing out of place, her army only waits for the shield to drop. Celestia is a fool to have set the shield up, having already made sure to have Shining Armor under a spell. Chrysalis only needed to ask for the shutdown codes, silly how a race of magical beings use technology and not magic for things such as shields, it only makes it much easier to infiltrate the city.

But with every plan, there must be a backup plan. Having that in mind, Chrysalis had hired two deadly mercenaries. She had seen their way of getting things done, not only are they efficient but also ruthless and will do anything to get their pay.

One of them so happened to be a changeling, a skinny male who's obsessed with explosions and the like. By the way he looked, Chrysalis could only assume this lone drone was from the Dead Hive. Of course, from his obsession over explosives, he is armed to the teeth with High powered grenades from the Gryphon kingdom. How he stole them from them was beyond Chrysalis.

His partner was very large gryphon. Donning a gas mask to hide his identity, he and his partner were involved in some of the most recent crimes, but from what Chrysalis got out of the gryphon was that he was only following the drone due to the latter hiring him as a bodyguard. He could also be the one that had supplied the other with the explosive weaponry.

No matter, as long as they headed her orders, they would be paid handsomely. Though she may have already discussed this with another changeling, she still didn't quite get the idea on why their names were so...strange.

Roadhog and Junk Rat.

Author's Note

Sorry if this one is shit, I had writers block half way through this one.