The Conversion Bureau: Death's Design

Empty... that was how Jasper Richards felt.  He felt... empty.  He saw no point in living anymore.  His brother had been converted into a zombie Marry-Go-Round toy, both his childhood hometown and his parents had been sent to oblivion by the Barrier, and his best and last remaining friend was on death row after being discovered to be one of those fucking Ponification for Earth's Rebirth lunatics.

He just couldn't take it anymore.  That's why he is setting up a noose so he can hang himself.

'It'll be awhile before anyone comes into my apartment," he mused, 'And my rent's due in two days, so the sight of my cold, dead corpse will definitely wipe that stupid smug smile off of Ms. Jarvis's, that slumlord for a landlord, face.'

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A wind blew as four floors above Jasper, the exiled former Princess Luna met her end in the form of a heart attack.

+++  +++  Two Days Later  +++  +++

"Richards!" Ms. Jarvis yelled as she pounded Jasper's door, "Time's up, your rent is due you worthless asshole!"

She waited for a few seconds, then she tried again, "Richards, I know you're in there you son of a bitch!  Don't make me come in there you damn retard!  Do you even know what's going on right now you oblivious dumbass?!  This building is being condemed!  That exile from Equestria—What the hell was her name again?  Oh yeah!—Luna four floors above you died from a mysterious heart attack two days ago!  Have you been living under a fucking rock!?"

She waited a few more minutes and, after still recieving no response, made an ultimatum, "That's it Richards, I'm counting to three, and if you haven't opened that damn door by that point, then I'm coming in there you MOTHERFUCKING ASSHOLE!

"One!

"Two!

"Three!  Ready or not, Richards, I'm coming in and you better have a good way to explain yourself, you worthless asshole!"

Unaware that strange shadows were now covering her feet and neck, she rushed at the now unlocked door, only to trip and snap her neck.  Not only did Ms. Jarvis die instantly, but, because she hadn't yet warned all of her tenants about the condemnation of her building, not everyone knew what was going on.  One week later, as a strange wind blew, the building was demolished.  Not everyone had evacuated in time.