Equestria; Everfree Forest; Morning

A few days have passed since Nightmare Moon’s return, and Equestria has began to slowly accept the return of Princess Celestia – albeit, some are still afraid of her – as the date’s events have slowed to a crawl. Many ponies of course did not realize how the battle with Nightmare Moon ended... nor did they knew of the existence of Locust either as that was kept secret until his arrival to Canterlot, which would be today.

Locust slept on a branch of a random tree until he fell off, landing on a parasprite back first. The small bug was smashed into gooey paste, and by the time Locust checked to see what he landed on it was barely recognizable. After cleaning himself of the mess, Locust walked off to the direction he remembered to be Ponyville.

The sound of beeps and whirs came to him before Matthius came to life; the robotic butler scanned the surroundings and spotted the direction they were taking. So you plan to visit the princess today?

“Bored, need something to do. Going to annoy Cel,” said Locust, automatically.

Well don’t forgot we’ll be heading to a populated area, so remember not to do anything reckless.

“I don’t make promises, I make trouble,” said Locust, cackling.

Sigh... well let’s hope the ponies won’t try do something to make things worse.

Ponyville; Golden Oaks Library; Morning

Twilight began to wake up from her sleep, the past few days have been somewhat quiet, but there having been some excitement like when she received tickets to go to the Grand Galloping Gala with her friends. She went downstairs and stepped into the washroom; after washing herself, she went to the kitchen to find Spike cooking a meal for them.

“Good morning Spike,” said Twilight, happily.

“Morning Twilight; hey you planning on doing anything today?” asked Spike, flipping a pancake.

“No, nothing I can think of... Maybe some of our friends might need something from us today.”

“Maybe we can see Rarity.” The young drake had hearts for pupils, until another thought came to her. “Speaking of friends, have you befriended or trying seeing Locust yet. The princess did suggest you befriend him too.”

“That’s the problem Spike, nopony knows where he lives; he didn’t even mention if he lives nearby here.”

Spike nodded in agreement going back to his flipping; once Twilight took a glass for herself, she ate her pancakes then after putting away her dishes, she and Spike went outside to enjoy the fresh morning air. The two moved down the road until they came to town square, as ponies moved around or conversed with one another.

Due to Twilight being indoors often, to be outside was kind of a new experience for her, it still was as there were still things about Ponyville she still didn’t know yet. Twilight looked around some more until she saw Applejack with some of their other friends. Nearing them, the girls were talking about something or someone; to get their attention, she shouted and waved toward them.

“Hey girls, what are you talking about?!” asked Twilight.

Rainbow turned around and spotted Twilight, gesturing her to come over. “Sup Twilight, and we were just talking about that Locust guy.”

“What exactly were you talking about him?”

“Well... We don’t think its safe for him to be left loose,” said Rarity.

“What!? But girls, Princess Celestia told me I should try befriending him, I can’t just make him go away without knowing about him!”

“Well we’re not saying we tell him to leave... but rather he behave himself if he doesn’t want any trouble here in Ponyville,” said Applejack. The rest of the girls nodded in agreement, even Pinkie who was simply following along but not fully understanding what was happening.

Twilight while only knowing the girls for a short time has become close friends – well in her opinion, that and experience with having friends are slim – but she also had to make friendships with new ponies, or in this case, whatever Locust was as Celestia has requested of her to befriend Locust.

Twilight would still try to make contact with Locust whether asked by the princess of not, as her need for knowledge and scientific curiosity, overgrew her own self-preservation from Locust’s psychotic mind.

Some distance where the Mane 6 were, the flower sisters were selling flowers to different kinds of ponies, from young couples to elderly ponies. The sisters while squeamish about strange things that occur in town – even though these activities are a normal thing – just knew what kind of flower to give to each of their customers.

It was this beautiful sunny morning that things turned for the worse; stepping out of the forest line was Locust who wielded two of scimitars and a knife vest across the middle of his torso. His clothes smelt of decay and reeked of age, but surprisingly kept their current condition these last centuries of wandering the world. What was worst however about Locust was the almost dejectedly bored look he kept on him, almost as if everything he gave a glance at was filled with absolute hate.

That look continued on until it went straight at the sisters, and the first obvious thing to do at that very situation was clear for all three of them. “MONSTER! RUUUUUUUN!” screamed all three mares, running in different directions.

The sisters panicked craze spread to any pony they met in contact or saw the sisters running, and while seeing three random mares running in fear while also being known for overreacting... everypony still panicked... because their ponies, and herd animals are easily react into a frenzy if even one of them are brought to be scared or spooked by something as simple as a flower being dropped or trampled on.

Locust watched with a little amused glee, before he continued his merry march through town, humming a tune before going into song.

“Imma be comin to ya town! Takin things and beatin folks, left and, riiiight! Its a good day to be frenzaaaaaayyyy!”

The green haired cyclops was busy with his merriment that when the Mane 6 neared the source of all the panic – which was him – the girls stopped to stare at the odd sight of the manic being singing one of the most messed up songs any being has ever heard of.

“What in tarnation is that song?!”

“I don’t even think that is a song; he’s just singing a bunch of words together in song. It doesn’t help that the subject of his song isn’t appropriate for any young ones.”

“Yeah, what about everyone who’s reading this story will think? ...Oh wait, this story is M-rated,” said Pinkie, breaking the fourth-wa- Wait... What?

“Pinkie, what?” asked Twilight.

“Huh, oh nothing Twilight, go back to asking what Locust is doing, and what he wants,” said Pinkie, already forgotten what she done before.

Twilight paused for a moment before simply ignoring Pinkie for now and figuring out what just happened. The lavender unicorn approached Locust – he was busy stuffing his hand in a flower pot, effectively getting said pot stuck – until he saw her and approached him.

Okay Twilight, there’s no reason to freak out, just introduce herself and make a first good impression.

“Hello, my name is Twilight Sparkle, we met at the Everfree Castle when myself and the girls freed Princess Luna from Nightmare Moon. I was hoping to know what brought you to come to Ponyville toda-”

“Sup nerd,” said Locust, interrupting Twilight mid-talk.

Twilight was shocked by Locust rudeness, but before she could bring out a rebuttal, he stopped her by doing something else. He pointed with his pot covered hand toward Canterlot, causing the pot to be sent flying out of Locust’s hand as it went for a couple of miles before something loud – a crash and glass breaking – was heard in the distance.

“How do I get there? I wanna see hows Cel doin,” said Locust, grinning.

“Hey! That’s Princess Celestia buddy; don’t get all mushy with her highness!” shouted Rainbow, going muzzle-to-muzzle, or muzzle-to-nose with Locust.

“You got balls Skittles... I like you!” said Locust, his grin growing wider.

Rainbow couldn’t tell what a Skittles was, but to her it sounded like an insult; before she could throw a hoof at him, Applejack wrangled her back with both her legs hooked underneath Rainbow’s frontal hooves.

“LET ME AT HIM! LET ME AT HIM!” screamed Rainbow, to give Locust a thrashing.

Locust continued to laugh at Rainbow’s attempts, seeing her feeble attempt at violence entertaining. Twilight sighed before looking at Locust with an apologetic look.

“I’m so sorry about my friend Rainbow, she can be a little... serious about her loyalties with ponies.”

“Da fuck? Why you apologizing, you didn’t do shit?”

“LANGUAGE!” shouted Rarity, in shock. Fluttershy was equally shocked but hid it by hiding behind her mane. Applejack amply dropped Rainbow, in favor of covering both Pinkie and Spike’s ears the second she saw Locust’s confused look.

“Whoa there; there’s no need to speak that kind of language!”

“And who told you I can’t speak the way I like?! I’d bloody say fuck all I want... I might as well say it even more! Fuck fuck fuckity fuck-fuck!”

Twilight had her mouth agape as well as a few other ponies nearby before shaking her shock away with a serious look in her eye. “Look here, I don’t know where or who thought you to speak that way – especially in front of ponies you just met – especially with children nearby, but you need to say your sorry for your behavior just now!”

Now something like this would be normal for any sort of situation… except this was Locust and nothing about this situation was close to normal. Locust brought a knife to Twilight’s throat with such swiftness, it was as if lightning itself appeared. The madman glared at Twilight menacingly, his knife glinting off the sun, as its reflection shown the sharpness that was both Locust’s knife and teeth.

“I think yoos the one that need tah be apologizing… I came here cus I wanted to, but I get screamed at by a bunch of random mares, causing you horse-thingies to go running into a frenzy. One of yeah comes up to mah personal space, another judges my sense of looks, and now you start questin my way of speaking? BITCH, I KILL FOR A LIVIN, SO UNLESS YOU WANT YOUR INSIDES SPLATTERED LIKE PAINT, I SAY YOU KEEP WHATEVER HAPPY GO LUCKY GREETIN YA PLANNED BEFORE I DECIDED TO EVISARATE YOUR EVERYTHING ALL OVA THIS TOWN!”

Twilight was pissing herself as the knife caused a bit of her fur to fall into a small pile onto the ground. The mare made a small attempt at speaking, only coming up with a weak mewl as she was afraid to move a single muscle. Locust retracted his knife, sliding it back on where he got it from before continuing to speak.

“Besides, I cam har for directions, but nooooo! You decide to be all ‘friendly’ and ‘cooperative’… That’s not how you act tah someone carrying weapons! Can yah believe these folks?”

Locust was staring at an empty part on his left where nopony or anything was; after a few awkward seconds, Locust laughed, nodding in agreement with the empty air. “Indeed… bunch of horsies are morons too! Welp, Imma leavin, bye!”

Locust wandered off to what he assumed was the train station before stopping again, and spotting a basket that was filled with different food, dropped by a pony who ran in fear. “…This is mine, and you can’t du shite… bitches...” Locust said, going back to his humming.

After Locust finally left, Twilight then fainted where she was; the last noises she heard was the panicked sounds of her friends and Spike, each trying to wake her up. Maybe I should of stayed indoors, and read a book… Books don’t try to threaten you with a knife.

Locust wandered some more through Ponyville before coming to the train station; he sat by one of the benches at the now abandoned station – everypony ran in fear at the sight of him – munching on a piece of toast from the basket.

Sir, was it necessary to give that sort of reaction toward them, I believe they wanted to give their way of greeting and extended hand or hoof of friendship toward you.

“BAH! Their friendship can eat dick… you dun become friends by saying hi, and talkin… You gotta earn trust and hard days of constant bickering to truly know the other dude… Can’t simply pick some random nice bloke to watch my back; at least the guy who’ll say he’ll shoot me in the face for being annoying more trustworthy than that weirdo bloke… Never trust the weirdo bloke.” At some point Locust was mumbling something about pineapples, and explosions.

While your explanation needs some better rephrasing, indeed you are correct; a majority of those mares had their doubts, with only two of them only show some sign of wanting to befriend you. One simply was following orders or some sort of lesson from Princess Celestia, while the other simply wanted to complete their own end goals… though the dragon I’m not sure what he wanted, but he was simply following the one you threatened earlier.

“Threatened? HA! All I did was show her to not act like she knows better than, and rethin tah not fuck aroun her authority. I can see somebuddy with connections… I hate pople with connections… they can connect with each other, bunch of wankying wankers.”

The train arrived at that very moment, and was empty; Locust stepped in without much question, as it closed itself, heading straight to Canterlot.

“Besides… their friendship sucks and is pretty bullshitty for my tastes.”

Well they are herd animals, so they have the instincts to stay together, so they’ll easily trust others, especially their own kind, which is why it was easy to kidnap young mares and colts due to the kidnappers being ponies themselves, who either worked for crime rings or for their own sickening intentions.

“At least when I do shit, I don’t fuck over others unless I’m in the mood… Bunch of fucking pricks, them arseholes.”

The train clacked down the tracks, as the mountain city could be seen in the distance; Matthius spoke once more to relay some information that would be important about the location they were heading to.

Sir, I scanned those girls and the unicorn – the one you… scared – used to live at the capital, Canterlot. If the other locals are acting just like her or worse, its best we keep a low profi-

“OH FUCK THE LOW SHIT AND THAT; BOUT TIME WE START GETTIN FREAKY IN THIS JOINT!” yelled Locust, unsheathing both scimitars. “TIME TO GET PSYCHO ON THESE BITCH FOOLS! ACTIVATE MUSIC!”

Matthius sighed, already having lost Locust the second he mentioned what the ponies in Canterlot might be like. There was one thing Locust hated more than anything… it was snobbish, authoritive, wankers… pretty much, he hated fancy folks in simple terms.

Of course… activating song four, track three… now.

The music that began to play started off quiet before a beat started to increase, the pace growing before it went quiet again before exploding once more. The singer was female but showed off its own kind of crazy that Locust favored greatly… the song was so good, that Locust joined in singing to it… well… that and the song would be kept on loop until they reached the city where he put it to full blast.

“Oh… I’m going to tear shit up… and more. Hehhehehehehehehe,” said Locust, his signature laughter beginning.

Author's Note

Next chapter preview: A lot of nobles are about to get robbed, ridiculed, and razed to the ground... Just another Monday, here for Locust.