The Fall of Equestria

by Senpai65

Rating: teen
Tags: Dark, Thriller, Tragedy
Length: 519

The deaths of many ponies questioned Dr.DAngel. Fighting for the cure, this leads him to be a blood lust physco. He'll Kill anypony getting in his way. He's merciless towords each three races, Griffons, Changelings and ponies.

The Fall of Equestria

The number of fatalities as been rising. This of course, concerns Twilight Sparkle and Queen Chrysalis whilst the Griffons disregard the current activity. Yet, some lead to believe that this will be the fall of Equestria.

Dr.Angel, or widely know as Dr.DAngel, he fights for survival as death knocks. Dr.DAngel does not belong on either sides, Changelings to Ponies. He'll Just kill everything, and everyone who tries to stop him. Leading him to be a blood lust psycho, killing to satisfy him and his needs.

But there's only one thing that he notices, it's the plague.

In this story, Dr.DAngel will be classified as a male

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2017-05-20 08:55:48 UTC

The Fall of Equestria: Prologue

Hello. The name’s Dr.DAngel. You can call me Angel for short, even though it sounds feminine, you can still call me that. Now listen up fillies and gentlecolts. I won’t be sticking around because I may be dead, or other reasons that I might no specify, for reasons. But I’m telling you this story for you, yes you. If you’re reading, please. Keep this a secret. Enough is enough, here’s the story.

It all started, a few years back. It was me, only me. A war sprung up here n’ there and everywhere. But it only happened to us three, Changeling, Griffons and for us ponies. The war was specifically based on the nuclear war, I was able to survive. Want to know how? Well, That’s kind of a secret, don’t tell anybody if I ever told you.

I lived in Everfree Forest in a way. I tend to go there during the weekdays, it’s a place where I like to contemplate every now and then, it seems boring but it’s actually fun. I was born and raised in PonyVille. I had a farm near there, it’s not too far away. I cut the crops with my scythe, one out of many tools that I used.

Every since I since I was young, really young. I was friends with AppleJack, she taught me the fundamentals of farming and using equipments. I lost contact with her when I was thirteen, unlucky, I know. My mother died at birth, I never got to see her again. But for my dad, he was a part-time blacksmith. That’s why he gave me a scythe, just without the stem, bottom and top grip, reason being is that I’m a unicorn, I don’t need those fancy things.

But the condition now is way more terrible than before, we ponies suffered from the war. The war? You may ask. It was the plague. We tried to fight the antidote, but if we need it, we must sacrifice a race. I rebelled against anypony, every griffon, and every changeling. The endless war devoured me. Back then, the food was scarce, low on protein, and we suffered from advanced malnutrition. But for the rich ponies, they beg to differ. They think it’s all fun and games.

But it doesn’t stop there. I also have asperger when I was young and it ain’t great, but the time you're reading this the symptom are gone, since it lasts for a years. I was in the top 50 doctors in the world, so I’m a crucial pony in any groups across the No Pony’s Land. I went to university for five years.

But ever since the war happened the blood lust consumed me, as I could not help it. The eager, the desire, it felt like I was in paradise. But there was something, something that I would never forgive myself with. I really don't like to discuss about the topic, it hits me hard every time I think about it. You just have to find out if you're able to find my other chapters.