Cheerilee walked around Granite, eyeing him closely. Granite still stood firm, looking at the ground. "You know, you're not from here, aren't you?" Cheerilee asked. Granite just listened. "My, my." Cheerilee feigned surprise. "Not a talker, are we?" Cheerilee went outside and called. "Children, it's lunchtime!" The windows then broke as small objects shot through them, and landed on the ground.

They were tiny horses, maybe their kids or such. What are they called? "Fillies and colts." Ah, alright. "I introduce you to our newest student." The children recited their welcoming speech or something. Cheerilee then went nearer to Granite and pushed him to the ground, making him kneel on the floor. She then whispered in the area where his ear is. "You smell and look absolutely delicious." She then licked his coat, at the area where his neck was.

"You fucking whore." Granite said through gritted teeth as he tried his best to not attack the teacher right next to him. Cheerilee only giggled and looked at him seductively as she walked away.

"Alright, children." Cheerilee raised a hoof. "Let's play with mister, here." She pointed at him. "The game will be called... 'Lunchtime.'" Granite's eyes shot up. "The first one to...subdue this fine gentleman here will get the first bite." Granite slowly took his knife and waited. "On my go!"

"Three!" Granite tightly gripped his knife with his right hand, and put his left hand to the floor.

"Two!" Granite then heard growling from all around him, and it was getting closer.

"One!" Granite looked up, revealing his face to them. They all recoiled at the sight, and Granite dove towards Cheerilee. He grabbed Cheerilee's front hooves and gripped it tightly. He then lifted Cheerilee and swung her towards the students, knocking them all away from him. He started to run, but stumbled at the first few steps as a colt grabbed his foot with impossibly huge strength. He fell down, and landed facefirst into the rocky ground. He shook his head from the impact and turned around, and saw the some of the student body and their teacher surrounded him.

"A feisty one! I never liked it when the prey always begs for mercy! Don't you agree, children?" The 8 students nodded in response. Granite just looked at them blankly. "You, Featherweight! You get the first bite!" A skinny colt trotted gleefully towards Granite.

"You are going to taste so amazi-" Granite quickly grabbed him by his neck and twisted it, making him fall limp to the ground. They all gasped at the sudden attack.

"How old is he again?" Granite asked Cheerilee.

"E-Ei-Eighteen." She stammered.

"Good enough. Sad that I have to put this story to mature, though." Granite shot up and revealed his knife, tucked inside his sleeve all this time. He then made a fighting stance and looked around. "Come at me, you fucking dickwads!"

They all jumped at Granite.

He rolled forward, making them all collide midair. He stood up, and wiped some dirt off his coat.

He grabbed a colt's face and held each opposite side. He then pulled as hard as he can, ripping the poor pony in half with a satisfying sound. He breathed heavily, and looked at Cheerilee. The other colts and fillies ran off, while Cheerilee growled at the rampaging agent. He looked at her with glowing red eyes, provided by his mask, and charged at her. She ran towards him as well, and jumped at him.

She landed in Granite's face and kicked him to the ground. His hood was removed, revealing his head. "That's your head?! Dear Celestia, you're ugly!" Cheerilee looked at Granite in disgust.

"This is just a mask, you silly bat pony." He said as he pulled a knife out of his belt and grabbed it. He held the knife in reverse and charged at Cheerilee. He performed a sweep at Cheerilee's legs, which she easily dodged by jumping. She bucked Granite hardly while she was in midair, knocking them both back. She landed perfectly, while Granite stumbled and fell to the ground. He lifted his body with on hand, but was brought back to the ground by Cheerilee.

"If my students won't eat you, I will!" She raised her head, and opened her mouth widely, revealing two large fangs ready to puncture. As she moved her head to Granite's neck, Granite immediately blocked it by lodging the knife between her fangs. She bit desperately as she tried to remove the knife keeping her from closing her mouth. Granite moved back, and kicked her as hard as he can with both his legs. She was launched far away, crashing through the door.

She tried to stand up, but was stepped on by Granite. "My, my. How the tables have turned." He looked at her. "Well, the tables have always turned in my favor. Seeing Discord, something. Never got hurt before." He looked around. "Fuck, am I turning into a Gary Stu?" He looked up. "Hey Discord! You're a fucking gay little shit that likes to wear a white dress and makeup!" He felt someone slap on his face.

"For the record, I wear a pink one myself! But thanks for noticing," Discord spoke loudly as he appeared infront of Granite.

"Hurt me you fucking fool!" He shouted.

"Nope. Now, I have something else better to do. Goodbye." He bowed, then looked back at Granite with a smile. "Gary." He then disappeared.

"Come back here and fight me you pussy!" A snap of a finger, and Granite felt something heavy on his head. It was a party hat, with the words underneath, "Hello, my name is: Gary Stu." He threw the hat away and looked back at Cheerilee.

She looked at him with pleading eyes. "Don't kill me," She 'eeped. Is that a word? Granite stomped his foot on Cheerilee's neck, impaling the rest of her head to the knife. He knelt down, and lifted Cheerilee's corpse off the ground. He grabbed the knife's handle and with one quick pull, it was removed from her head. He wiped her blood on her coat before sheathing in on his belt.

"Fucking vampire bitch." He said before throwing her body to the orchard and walking away. He looked around. "Where to next?"

He looked back at Ponyville. "Can't go back." He looked at the train station. "No trains." He saw a cloud house. "Can't fly." He looked in the mountains behind him. "Nope." He looked at another forest, more darker than the one he's in. "No way." He sighed. "I don't really have much of a choice, do I?" He smacked his head with his palm. "Fuck you, voice inside my head." He ran towards the groups of houses and buildings.

+-+

He put his hands to his pockets and walked around the destroyed town of Ponyville. There, he saw a building that stood out from all the others. It was a tree. Not just any tree, it was a huge tree, carved out from the inside. He took his knife and held it to his right and opened the door slowly.

He looked inside and found books scattered everywhere. "Must be a library." He went in, his mask's eyes now glowing green as it adjusted to the darkness. He looked around, looking for any survivors that still lived — or what's left of them.

"Hello?" He said as he rummaged through the scattered books on the floor.

He looked at the table in the middle of the room and went to it. He rubbed his chin and raised a brow. "I wonder." He lifted the table, to find nothing underneath. "Ah, damn it." He put down the table and continued to search.

There he tripped on a pile of books and fell to the ground. "Ow," He said as he stood up and dusted the dirt off his coat. He then heard a hissing sound behind him, so he took his knife and faced the attacker. Only to find out there was no one there.

"What the?" He looked around cautiously. "If that wasn't a pony, maybe that was.." He looked behind him, to see a book slightly tilted outwards. "Of course!" He then lifted the table again.

To find out there was still nothing there.

"Damn it." He cursed at the table. "You're the scourge of my life. You know that, right?" He pointed menacingly at the poor table. "Talk to me, damn it!" The table just sat there. He was now furious.

He grabbed the table and threw it out, smashing through the window. He looked out, too see multiple ponies looking at him. "Heh.. Couldn't find the door." He pointed inside while smiling awkwardly.

He went back inside and continued for his search. "Wait a minute." He looked out the window to see the ponies now rushing towards him. "Shitshitshitshit!" He chanted rapidly as he doubled his speed. He looked at the semi-removed book and hastily took it from the shelf, closing the door.

"Why the hell did I do that?!" He said, before opening the book and reading it.

"The Elements of Harmony blah blah blah." He continued for atleast a few seconds before the first one got in. "Shit!"

He ran upstairs and locked himself inside a room. "That should keep me away from them." He said, breathing heavily.

"A new one!" He heard a female voice from behind him.

"Ah fuck!" He cursed and turned around. Looking at the one who produced the voice. "I'm sick of your vampire shit!" He stood up, and looked at the mare with his green glowing eyes. He raised the book, ready to strike the mare, but noticed something different.

She was cowering in fear. "P-Please don't hurt me." She covered her head with two of her hooves. "I'm not one of them," She said while tears were clearly falling from her eyes.

"Oh, no! I thought you were one of them." He said, while he held out his hands to calm the pony. She yelped as she saw his knife. Maybe after you put the knife back, you dick! "Oops." He put away the knife and looked back at the crying mare. "I'm not here to hurt you, I'm actually here to-" He looked around, and saw the book he was holding. "-borrow a book!" He smiled awkwardly once more. 'That was a horrible excuse for a joke.' He heard his mind talk to him again. "Why don't you try it too, asshole." He said.

She sniffed, and looked at the book. She instantly felt glee and hastily grabbed the book off Granite's hands. "Hey!" Granite said, "I was going to borrow that!"

"Where did you find this?" She said as she read the book more faster than anyone could've read. Pages were literally just passing by as her eyes moved erratically.

"I found it at the bookshelf," Granite said as he pointed downstairs.

"You're lying," She said as she looked at him.

"Nope. I found it at the bookshe-" His sentence was cut off as they heard someone try to knock down the door.

"You led them here?!" The mare screamed at him, making Granite flinch.

"Uh.. Yes?" He twirled his fingers. "By throwing the table out the window," He said as he whistled a tune.

"So that's what happened earlier! I thought you just broke in!" She facehoofed. "That table cost me one hundred bits!" She groaned as she imagined the broken wooden table.

"I don't know what bits are, but I'm guessing that was a lot." She groaned as she went to her bed.

"Follow me." She tapped on the bed.

"Woah, we just met lady. No need to take this too far. I understand that the apocalypse is happening outside, but there's no need to have fun." She glared at him menacingly.

"Just get in," She said furiously. They went on the bed and lied down there.

"So, what fetishes do you like? I might be able to do some to increase your ple-" She blasted Granite with a spell.

"I'm going to kill you-" The bed opened a trapdoor, making them fall to a deep hole.

"Wheee!" Granite said as he held his hands high up in the air.

Author's Note

Wheee!