Equestria Girls In Disguise: Rise Of The Toxibolts

Toxic Lemon and Toxic Sunny trudged forward, leaving nothing more than ink behind them as they surveyed the area for any other survivors of their wreckage. Although Sugarcoat had already been taken by their peers, they knew that her guardian would still have been around somewhere. Lemon was still jamming out to the eternal sound of her toxic beats, while Sunny was still fidgeting and scrolling her eyes around rapidly.

“Oh this gonna be stressful, ink, ink everywhere, the entire town’s a mess, what if she doesn’t like it…” Sunny fidgeted.

Lemon just continued to beat her head, making hand gestures to Sunny in an attempt to communicate without talking. She didn’t care much about what she left in her wake, just as long as she was enjoying herself.

Highbrow just slowly raised his head, ducking behind a giant concrete plant. His visor slowly hummed as he surveyed his surroundings, watching the two toxic girls. Through all of the damage, twisted metal, and dislodged wires, he was still breathing; or whatever the transformer version of breathing was.

“Okay… let's take a look at our surroundings. Perhaps there’s a crucial way to get by without getting caught.” Of course, he was just talking to himself, maybe out of desperation or anxiety. To be honest, he didn’t know what to feel as he watched the ruins around him continue to crumble and tumble down.

“What if he’s dead? That’ll just add to the list.” Sunny continued to twiddle her fingers, moaning as she stepped through the dusty, destroyed bricks and glass. Normally, it would have either crunched underfoot, but it just vanished and reappeared, coated in the black goo as the girls moved on. “If we kill Autobots, it’ll just rally all of them. Blood demands blood, after all. And I know we’ve got superpowers, but they’re giant robots! How can we beat a whole army of giant robots?!”

“Ugh. Sunny. Just stop.” Toxic Lemon groaned as she pulled one of the speakers off of her ears. “This whole coward stuff, it ain’t very nice. Just get rid of that stuff and act like a Toxic Shadowbolt, will ya?”

Sunny whimpered and whined some more. Her whimpering was so loud, she didn’t even notice the Autobot performing a roll and jumping behind another piece of cover. Thankfully the sound of metal clanking and whirring didn’t grab her attention. And Lemon didn’t hear it either, as she went back to her music.

Highbrow poked his head up again, couldn’t help but feel a bit smug. These two were too distracted to even notice him. Maybe he wouldn’t have a problem finding Sugarcoat after all.

He tried to make another dash, but this time, Lemon saw a blur of him as he went by. Jolting, she ran over and placed herself by the wall, ducking back at the large Autobot peaked behind him.

Highbrow immediately froze, as he heard her movements, and instantly clenched to the wall, not moving a servo. He heard the sound of sloshing ink all around him. Unable to keep a pin on one position for a moment. It was as if they were everywhere at all times.

Lemon’s feet slowly slithered and slunk as she moved, trying to see if she could get a hint or a sign of what she saw. Surely there was something, she found herself poised over the body of her prey. She turned her hands into fire poker ends as she leaned over the edge, ready to pounce.

Highbrow tried his hardest not to move a muscle, trying to stay as silent as much as he could. One sound and he would be dead. Even though he thought that he would be safe, he didn’t notice or hear Toxic Lemon hanging directly over his head, with Toxic Sunny approaching the passage he had run into.

He could feel her presence nearby, ready to pounce, strike, slash, all of the above. But just as he thought his end was near--

“Lemon!” Toxic Sunny cried. “Come on, there’s nothing here! We have to go and report back to Sugarcoat! Oooh, I hope she doesn’t slash us again…” She shivered.

“Forget that! We’ve got a witness!” Lemon cried back, pouncing down on Highbrow’s body. “Just making sure he doesn’t run back to the others, crying and wailing like a total wuss!” And she started her attack on Highbrow.

Highbrow struggled and fought, thankfully not feeling any pain. Then with a single kick, he kicked Lemon off of his body, allowing him to stand up. Now it was time to run. Without thinking, he darted forward, his loud, metallic footsteps echoing throughout the place.

“Hey!”

Highbrow didn’t look back, but knew that the two Toxic Shadowbolts were still hunting him down. Lemon and Sunny Flare ran as fast as they could, lobbing large blobs of ink at him, which detonated when they land and sprayed him with more of the goo. When that proved to be ineffective in slowing him down. Lemon swirled her hands and threw thin yet thick waves of ink at Highbrow

Highbrow looked back and yelped. He jumped and hit the ground, watching the waves fly over him and splatter against the ground in front of him.

“As Pinkie Pie would surely say, this is a rather sticky situation,” Highbrow quipped ,trying to think of something goofy to lighten up the fear he had stirring inside.

He veered to the right, running down into an alleyway. Lemon and Sunny tried to chase after, but quickly slipped in a vat of their own ink. They groaned as they tried to get up, and when they looked… he was gone. Disappeared. Up the ladder? No. Camouflage? Nothing.

“He’s not getting away…” Lemon ripped out a part of her toxic body, creating a camera with wings. “Get after that Transformer! Acid needs a new friend!”

The mini camera flapped its wings and it flew up into the air, vanishing above the buildings beginning its survey.

“Come on, we better go…” Sunny whimpered before mimicking Lemon’s actions.

Lemon and Sunny groaned, walking away from the alleyway, leaving only their camera drone to look around. Little did any of them realize it, but Highbrow had found himself a place to hide. Poking his head out of a trash can, with the trash can lid still on his head, he watched as they walked away.

“Don’t worry Sugarcoat. I’m almost there. I’ll get you free. I promise,” Highbrow whispered before ducking back into the trashcan, to avoid being seen. By now, the cameras were already making their way towards the rest of the city.

Meanwhile, in the forest, the Rainbooms, cleaned Shadowbolts, and the Protectobots were sitting around a glade, thinking long and hard about what to do about the Toxic Shadowbolts. All the while, Weirdwolf dug around in his cave for supplies and gear that could be useful for their time of need.

“Let's see, let's see… no, no… not that… certainly not that…” He muttered to himself as he threw some of the objects out of the cave and around the feet of the girls. “Why do I even have this?”

“Wow, you got a lot of junk in there, huh?” Pinkie Pie asked as a license plate landed by her heels. “I never took you for a hoarder, Wolfie.”

“I found lots of discarded items over at the junkyard. Since no one wanted them, I figured I could keep a few, treasures, if you will.” He said, plucking out a large slab of hot pink metal, most likely from a 50s cruiser. “Honestly, I don’t even understand half of the stuff on this planet. None of the cars and vehicles transform?”

“Well… yeah. It’s not like Cybertron or anything like that.” Rainbow Dash just twisted her hand in a circular motion.

“True, true. I suppose Earth technology isn’t as advanced as ours,” Weirdwolf said, as more parts and junk flew back. Some nearly hit the girls now. “Gah! Where in the name of Primus did I leave it?!”

“Wouldn't the word be hell?” Smallfoot lifted a brow at Weirdwolf.

Weirdwolf shrugged, “Well… hmm. We do have the Well Of The Allsparks, but that’s heaven. Maybe we just haven’t seen hell yet.”

“If there is a Transformer Hell, I think we must have all had our Energon ripped out and stuck in it.” Outback grunted and punched the ground so hard that he left a hole in it. “First we lose Wheeljack, then we lose the base, and now all this happens.

“You mustn’t give up hope, Minibot,” Weirdwolf calmly said. “Even in the most dire of situations there’s always a bit of hope. Need I remind you, there is a Combiner with you all?”

“We haven’t combined for a while. And even then, it was only in a dire situation like the fall of Cybertron.” Hotspot replied. “We might not even have control of it anymore.”

“Aw, come on! You guys can do it! You used it to save us from Wheeljack, right?”

“Well, yeah, but--”

“Then you’ve got it, silly!” Pinkie Pie squeaked.

“Yeah. Don’t try to hide from something you can totally do.” Lemon Zest stood back up and smiled again, wrapping her arm around Hotspot’s shoulders. “Nothing to worry about if you can control a giant Combiner, right?”

Hotspot smiled under his mask, patting her head.

“I suppose not. But we’ll have to keep trying.” Injection cracked a small grin as he looked around at the rest of his team. “And hey, we’re not all useless, aren’t we?”

“Yeah…” a few murmured and looked around. Not entirely motivated by the speech, they went back to tending to the Rainbooms and Shadowbolts wounds.

“Ngah! We’re not getting anywhere like this!” Smallfoot groaned and ferociously tapped on her communicator. “Base! Come in! Is anyone there? ANYONE?!”

“THERE IS NO-ONE HERE. THEY ARE ALL DEAD BY MY HAND.” Malware-1’s voice sounded over the communicator as his inky skull and crossbones appeared on the screen. “AS ARE YOU, MY CATTLE.”

“What…?” Smallfoot’s face immediately lifted, as a feel of dread began to bubble in the pit of her chassis.

“THE AUTOBOTS ARE DEAD AND BURIED. THE TOXIC SHADOWBOLTS ARE PROOF OF THAT. AND I AM THE FINAL NAIL IN ALL OF YOUR COFFINS.” He resumed. “TELETRAAN-1 IS GONE. AND I, MALWARE-1, HAVE TAKEN HIS PLACE. THIS AND ALL WORLDS SHALL BELONG TO MY MISTRESSES.”

Smallfoot’s eyes slowly blinked before immediately shutting off the call. “Well, we’re SCREWED,” was the only thing she could say. “The base has been overtaken by some kind of virus left behind by those gooey girls from earlier.”

“... That’s bad.” Sunny flatly said, unsure of how to respond.

“REALLY BAD,” said the Rainbooms in perfect sync with each other.

“No base, no Autobots to talk to, and no way of fighting back against those inky girls. I hate to say it, girls, but I think we’ve actually lost this one.” Rarity’s eyes shifted from Bot to girl one after the other.

“No, no way, absolutely not, I refuse to give up, we’re not goin’ down!” Indigo said, standing up. “You girls were hit at your hardest before, practically all of you taken out and only us to save the day. We still made it out okay, and by the… Autobots as my witnesses, we will not stay down when the enemy is still about!”

“Well, yeah, but what are we gonna do? We don’t have a base, we don’t have any friends to call, and by now, those evil us-es are taking over Canterlot!” Lemon whined. “Indy, as much as I love the enthusiasm, do you think you can back up what you’re saying?”

“Yes, I think I can. Yeah, half of the Autobot army is trapped at base, but you forget… we’ve got a former Decepticon, a Combiner team, strong warriors, a guy with a Mini-con, Cassette Warriors, and all of us! Even having small numbers, I say our chances of winning are pretty dang high.”

“But even then, we don’t have a plan. Do we?” Sunny was the next to speak.

“Maybe not, but we can still come up with something on our own. I don’t know if Sugarcoat is still out there, but if she’s okay, then we need to do something to save her. And not just her, but everyone on the planet! Everyone!”

“And we need to do it fast, if that message I got was any indication…” Smallfoot shuddered as the voice of Malware-1 replayed itself in her mind.

“Exactly. So let's get off our butts and do something!” Indigo cheered. “I dunno about you, but I think it’s time we rally the troops! Get the other bots out here back in action and we’ll send those Toxic Shadowbolts running!”

“Now that’s the Shadowbolt spirit,” Weirdwolf flashed a grin.

“Well, I give her points for effort.” Rainbow Dash stood back up. “But we seriously are going to need a plan. We can’t just run at them without any sort of strategy, right?”

“Which is why we’re gonna put a plan together. And I’ve got a few ideas running in my head…”

“Come on! Why won’t you just tell us?!” Toxic Sugarcoat growled as she ripped a stream of goo out of Sugarcoat’s throat and body. “You’ve lost! Just give yourselves up!”

Sugarcoat coughed heavily, her jaw now free and able to breathe and speak.

“Because I would never give them away! I don’t care if you break me, I’m not gonna give up my friends!”

“Your bravery is nothing more than an extreme resistance, other me. And at this point, I’m honestly just sick and tired of all of it.” Toxic Sugarcoat sent the goo up Sugarcoat’s nose this time, coiling it around her brain. “I never lose my cool, but you’re the exception here!”

“Girl, just let it go! She’s worn down already! Why don’t we just get the other Shadowbolts and call it a day?” Toxic Indigo pulled Toxic Sugarcoat away. “It’s obvious that she’s not gonna tell us. She’s not got the balls to say it now that’s she’s a wimpy little diaper baby clean girl.”

“I don’t like chasing my own tail, Indigo.” Toxic Sugarcoat pulled Toxic Indigo off of her. “And I certainly don’t like it when my investigation leads me to dead ends like this.”

“Just give it up already! Geez!”

“Seriously. In fact… you might want to know this. Her partner isn’t dead,” Toxic Sour growled. “Lemon ran into him, and she and Sunny are searching for him as we speak. No clue where he’s gone.”

Toxic Sugarcoat snarled and growled, her fists clenching. Then she pulled the goo out from Sugarcoat’s breathing holes, letting her sneeze a few times.

“Fine… this will be your lucky day Sugarcoat. I’ll deal with you later. Sour; duct tape.”

Sour threw a roll of duct tape, hitting Toxic Sugarcoat’s head. She snarled, feeling the strike, but just grabbed the roll, tearing a few strips off.

“Certainly can’t have you running your mouth, can we?” She applied the strips on her mouth, effectively gagging her. “Now come on, let's go do a little Autobot hunting, shall we?”

Sugarcoat mumbled under the tape, pleading at her toxic self, tears streaming down her face as she wailed and moaned. But Toxic Sugarcoat only chuckled.

“Oh… miss him, do we? Well perhaps we should make you two reunite…”

She whispered her plan to Indigo and Sour who shared evil grins.

“I like it…” Toxic Sour laughed.

“Well? Let's do it!” Toxic Indigo grinned.

And the three goo girls immediately contorted themselves and darted out of the sewer holding cell, leaving no traces of themselves behind as they rose to the surface world.

Sugarcoat mumbled and she struggled under her bonds, trying to get herself freed. Surely there must have been some way to get herself out, right? As she thrashed and struggled in the chair, trying to get out, she clung on to whatever shred of hope she had left in her heart. She even bounced the chair around and tried to rock it to break free.

Eventually, her moves were all worth it, as she broke free from the gooey restraints around her arms and legs and clambered off of the chair. Ripping the tape from her mouth, she threw it into the water along with the rest of it and ran out of the room as fast as she could.

“Hang on Highbrow, I’m coming…” she whispered to herself, tears still tumbling as she darted out of the prison-like sewers. He was alive. She knew it deep down inside. And one way or another, they were going to reunite.