Into the Mystics

by Crain98

Rating: mature
Tags: Dark, Human, Adventure, Crossover
Length: 724

The eldest brother Cal is taken from his world after a run in with the infamous Abizu. What will happen when an ex con is introduced to a world of innocent happy go lucky ponies, and his demons follow

Cal is…different. To say the least. He's had issues with many people. Such as impersonating an FBI agent so he could get close to the crimes that are linked to Abizu, a demon who stole his only source of happiness, his daughter Angie. Finally, after years and years of searching, he's come face to face with Abizu…and…that's it, he doesn't remember exactly what happened but now he's looking at a rather cute little technicolor pony.

(think Dean from "Supernatural" getting sucked into MLP in a manner similar to that of Samurai jack. Also may or may not be some heavy religious imagery scattered throughout [seeing Abizu is a jewish demon])

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2016-09-20 04:00:06 UTC

Gypsy soul

"Daddy?". A soft and innocent, feminine voice crackles in Cal's ears. "Daddy...Wake up Daddy..." Suddenly Cal shoots straight up in bed shivering.

Cal quickly gets out of bed, and stumbles his way into the bathroom of whatever shitty motel he was in. Coldly, he looks in the mirror, grimacing at the bright flickering neon light as he looked himself over. Short blonde hair cut in a high and tight style, bright green eyes that could burn through any ones soul, and a runners body built to perfection. Cal had always pushed himself to beat his best. A soft smile breaks across his face as he ponders over his plans he prepared for this evening. It has been 3 years since Abizu had taken his daughter from him. His only real family had long since abandoned him, as well as his wife, and she was all he had left. That BITCH stole her from him. Cal was getting her back, and he swore he was going to kill that bitch. Cal was suddenly overtaken with a feeling of grief, reminiscing over the memories of that horrid day.

3 years earlier

Cal grabbed his daughters lunch as he quickly ran out the door. "Angie wait!", He shouted, catching his daughters attention. "Thanks Daddy" The little 7 year old smiled an adorable gapped tooth grin.

Bending over to kiss his daughter goodbye, Cal reminded her to bring home all of her tupperware containers. He chuckled at the thought of having to bring another molded and smelly tin of veggie surprise back to the little apartment he and his daughter shared. He made sure to watch her get on the bus so he KNEW that she'd be safe crossing the street. Yeahhhh so He was a bit over protective. Cal, satisfied to see Angie safely on her way to school, walked back inside his home and drifted off to sleep.

Cal, skipping work for the day to celebrate his daughter's last day of school, awoke from his slumber to hear his daughter's silly singing. He heard her go get ready for a bath and start the water. He heard the water turn off and could've sworn he heard her talking to someone. Cal blew it off as nothing and decide to go start making a snack for Angie. It had been atleast an hour since he heard his daughters voice. Cal started getting anxious. He was used to Angie taking long baths, but close to 25 min. at the most.

Cal knocked on the door, "Angie, hun you ok in there?..." Silence. "Angie?..." Cal paused, standing there for a good 5 min. "Angie open the door". Cal is stricken with panic, almost fully positive she fell asleep in the tub and drowned. Picturing her dead bloated body lying there floating in her filthy tub wat... "Stop it, Cal you're scaring yourself, its nothing serious, shes probably just relaxing and cant hear me." Cal Paused again only to knock a 5th and final time. "Angie, I need you to open the door right now hun...". In the silence that followed after, Cal could hear a faint *plip* of the water dropping onto the linoleum, probably because Angie filled the tub to the brim again. "Angie?... Im kicking this door down Angie, say something right now, or you will be grounded. do you want to be grounded on your first day of summer vacation?!..." Shaking, Cal mentally readies himself for what hes afraid he'll see. "Ok. 1! 2! 3!" *SLAM* the door pops off the hinges and what Cal saw... He fell to his knees.

There in the tub, lied Angie's cold dead body. A bloated corpse, eyes completely engulfed in a black fog, and her tongue hangs from her mouth, a dark purple, the same color of the skin around her chest and face. Cal Screams a loud shriek of terror and pain, only getting a glimpse of a strange wooden box sticking out of his daughters bag, before collapsing in shock.

Cal awoke in a Hospital bed, an IV needle in his arm and bandages wrapped around his head. All he could do was cry.

Present day

Cal is shaken from his daydreaming by the sound of his partner Jo. "Dude what the fuck is taking you so long?! You ok in there?"