Reacts!Verse

by ShadowIvywood

Rating: teen
Tags: Slice of Life, Human, Science Fiction, Comedy, Random, Crossover
Length: 1000

The universe can reset. What would happen if ponies, Freelancers, Reds, and Blues were all aware of it? Hilarity. And weirdness. Lots of weirdness.

The universe can reset. What would happen if ponies, Freelancers, Reds, and Blues were all aware of it? Hilarity. And weirdness. Lots of weirdness.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-08-19 16:08:10 UTC

Part One

1

Twilight sighed. Boredom was setting in, as she waited for Nightmare Moon to arrive. Rae and Iowa were both messing around on the console set up in the living room. CO and Michigan were both watching the two kill each other in the gam.

“Twilight?” Spike looked over to Twilight as he entered the room.

“Yeah?”

“What

are you doing?”

“Reading. Waiting for an insane megalomaniac who is obsessed with plunging the world into eternal night to show up so we can stop her with increasingly weird and comedic methods.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

2

Explosions rocked the large building, as the Meta, who was given all of the AIs as a temporary measure, brawled with Nightmare Moon. The Mane 6, and the Blues watched on with mild amusement as the Meta punched Nightmare Moon through a large pillar.

“Hmmm. This is exquisite combat.” Tucker said in a posh accent, making Wash and Rainbow snort in amusement.

Tex walked in, carrying 3 large bags of popcorn, handing one to Twilight, one to Wash, and kept one to herself.

“Popcorn?” She offered some to Carolina, who thankfully accepted it. “Did you guys set up a betting pool?” Grif held up a pair of tins, both with money in them, with both having the names of the person they betted to win in it. Tex threw $30 in the Meta’s tin, and leant back, as Maine blasted Nightmare Moon with the Brute Shot to the face, sending her flying into the wall, and making the evil wash off of her. The AIs all returned to the original owners of them, and Maine roared trimumphantly, as the winner’s took everything equally from both tins, with smug looks on their faces. Wash took the money he put in for Caboose, and handed him a chocolate bar.

“YAY!”

3

Locus and Felix walked up to the Purge. Carolina and Wash leant against the sides of the door of the Purge.

“What the fuck are you two doing?” Felix asked then.

“Letting you win.”

“Why?” Locus asked.

“Because we don’t give a shit any more.” Wash shrugged.

“Okay?” Felix looked confused, as the four walked into the console room.

“AI dude!” Felix shouted out, and Santa appeared before him.

“Yes?”

“Prepare the Purge.” He activated his sword. And Santa looked at him, giving him an odd look.

“No.”

“WHAT?”

“I disabled the Purge. Permanently. It was absorbing too much energy from the other temples so I shut it off around 50 years ago.”

“FUCK!” Felix’s cry could be heard at the communications temple, where the Space Pirates and the soldiers of Chorus were playing on the largest game of Halo. Ever. 1000 man team game. It was awesome.

4

“Hey?”

“Yeah?”

“You ever wonder why we’re here?”

“A little?”

“No deep crap, I just meant why we’re playing Grand theft Auto with a pair of Rainbow horses and two Freelancers.”

“Because we have nothing better to do.” Grif shrugged.

“Yeah. Maybe.” Simmons nodded.

“CAN YOU SHUT UP PLEASE?” Rainbow cried as she blew up a police vehicle.

“No.” They both said simultaneously, and smirked.

5

Michigan was sat down, in a dimly lit room, as he messed around with the elements of harmony. The room’s door opened, shining light on the green-skinned man.

“What are you doing?” Twilight inquired.

“Seeing what the Elements of Harmony can do if I put it into certain circumstances.” Michigan looked over to her.

“Like what?”

“Like dunking it into water and channelling magic into it what happens.” Michigan shrugged.

“What happened?” Twilight asked her. A being moved up to her, seemingly made from solid water. It resembled a lizard, with it’s tail’s tip in the shape of an arrowhead.

“Hydra!” Michigan said, warningly. Hydra bounded up to him, and jumped onto his lap.

“That happened.” He told her.

6

The Mane 6, Rae, Iowa, and Carolina, were all relaxing, when Iowa came up with a disturbing idea.

“Let’s play fuck, marry, kill!” Fortunately, most of the group were reasonably drunk, so they went along with it.

“Rainbow!” Iowa turned to the rainbow-haired mare.

“Yeah?”

“Derpy, Lyra, and Octavia.” Rainbow thought for a moment.

“Kill Octavia, fuck Lyra, marry Derpy.” Rainbow shrugged.

“Why would you marry Derpy?” Pinkie asked.

“She’s nice! And she’s kinda cute.” Rainbow said defensively. Iowa snorted.

“Pinkie. Cheese Sandwich, Prince Blueblood, Big Mac.”

“Kill Blueblood, Fuck Mac, Marry Cheese.” Rae smirked at her answer.

“Give someone an actual challenge.” Rae rolled her eyes.

“Iowa, CO, Michigan.” Rainbow told Rae.

“Kill Michigan, Fuck CO, marry Iowa.” Rae said instantly. “I said to give me a challenge, not one that I’ve done with Iowa before now.

Iowa sighed.

“Iowa! Rae, Carolina, Tex.” Pinkie suggested.

“Fuck and Marry Rae, kill both Carolina and Tex.” Carolina stared at Iowa.

“What? I don’t really want to date or fuck either of you two. You, because I still kinda have that stigma of you being a bitch and Tex because she’s a weird robot.” Rae, Rainbow, and Pinkie.

“CO! Tucker, North, and Michigan.”

“Kill Tucker, fuck North, and marry Michigan.” CO answered.

“This is soooooo boring!” Rainbow moaned. Iowa smirked.

“Fine. Applejack. Big Mac, Applebloom, and Granny smith.” The entire group roared with laughter as Applejack punched Iowa in the head. Repeatedly.

“I think we should stop this here, before Iowa goes too far and gets herself killed.” Carolina spoke up.

“Good idea.” Rae agreed.

7

Wash was sat in the Mess Hall on Chorus, having a quiet drink with Maine. Maine let out a low growl.

“Yeah, I get that. Still, why would you need to ram someone’s asshole through a sharp pole?”

Another growl.

“I’m not denying it would be effective at shutting them up, I’m just questioning if it would be overkill.”

A final growl.

“Okay. Go find Felix and you can test this theory that ramming someone’s asshole on a sharp pole is apparently good at getting information out of them.” Maine smirked, as he left.

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