This, while not a favorable position to be in, is still quite humorous when thought about. "What are you smiling about?" Asked a certain, negative changeling queen. "Oh, just a good feeling about how this day will go, my queen." I said with the unintentional southern drawl. Oh yea, to explain what it is exactly I'm smiling about, is the fact I am Applejack. Not just Applejack, but an evil clone, no less. How funny that is, how silly, and strange, to be someone so different than I.
My name is Berky, a silly name, I know, but right now that's not what's on my mind. No, my thoughts are occupied by the situation I find myself in, hoof to hoof, as it were, with a bunch of other evil counterparts of characters I am quite fond of. "Are we there yet? I'm so bored!" Said a disgruntled pink pony. "WHERE yet?! We don't even know where we're going!" Said an annoyed purple pony in response.
"The quicker we search the forest, the quicker we find the elements." replied the Queen in a calm tone. "We'll find them, can't be too hard." I reply, knowing full well what happens when we do. I heard the tweet of a small bird, before looking behind myself to spot Fluttermean talking to a bird. "You tried to fly out of the nest, fell, and got lost?" I heard her say in an oddly accusatory tone. I heard one last tweet, before I heard her guffaw and say, "I hope you like walking!" Before shoving the bird with her snout.
I mean, rude as she was to the thing, I remember she got it to its nest. Said some hurtful stuff and junk, sure, but she still essentially motivated it to climb a tree. Last I remember, birds can't or aren't supposed to even be able to climb.
I also vaguely hear Rainbow say what she does before she disappears, ignoring it knowing exactly what the queen is about to say. "Where. Are. The others!" The Queen says angrily at me. I calmly look at her, which seems to shock her a bit, and say, "They were behind me, not in front of me, so haven't got a clue." The shock immediately morphs back into anger, at what I said or the way I said it, I cannot tell.
"Turn around. We're going back." She says, clearly frustrated. I take note of the tone she allowed me before- "No, keep searching, I'll find the others. We can accomplish more if we split our resources." Purplemad says, not agreeing with a delay. I smile a bit at her, knowing how much better an idea that is when searching for something in a large area. I think she caught that with a glance, but she didn't say anything more as Chrysalis gave her permission.
She gave another glance to me with a raised brow, and in reply I circled my "hoof" in a "get going" motion. I don't think she took kindly to it, but said nothing as she flew away, no doubt planning to talk angrily about how we're all fools and what not.
After some moments pass with us continuing to search for both a tree and party members, before the queen vents some frustration with complaints. "This is ridiculous, where are my OTHER minions!" She says, before quickly answered by Greety, "Probably plotting to steal MY things!" Giving off a vicious snarl and glare at the Queen. I'd think she'd reply with anger if the rage wasn't clearly at the others. Thinking back, I remember how often the changelings hit each other during the conference call with the Queen at Twilight's castle. She probably uses that to keep the anger off of herself and minimize betrayal to her.
Knowing I should add a point as everyone else does, I decide to be a voice of reason, "Or maybe they simply got distracted and went on their own, while evil is there, there's not much passion for it." I say with almost none of the southern drawl I had previously. The queen looks at me oddly, before groaning, shouting "Enough!", putting what I said in the back of her mind, and throwing Greety, Pinkie, and me into the ground below her.
"You will go out there and-" At this point, I stopped caring and just looked at her impassively as she finished her order, which essentially just Split up the group further, and risk being eaten, caught, and/or destroyed. At least with Twilight, she could defend herself against most, if not the entire forest due to the alicorn magic. After she finished, she stomped her hoof and stared at the three of us, saying, "Understand!" in a threatening tone. While the others show blatant fear and nod, I simply nod impassively, the lack of reaction causes her eye to twitch, funnily enough.
After that, we all split up and go our separate ways. After a bit of walking, I run into Starlight Glimmer and Rarity, just in time to hear "break it to Applejack?" At this point, I know neither of them are the clones so I stay hidden nearby. Taking this time to myself to start contemplate what to do at this point. I stay just nearby enough to hear their voices, keeping an ear out for them so I may follow them, knowing the other eventually converge at a certain clearing. Best not to let this get too confusing, and keep it predictable.
Following them in contemplation, I put everything I know about how this day ends for me and my fellow clones on the table. Sure, I might not actually be a clone, but if the universe dropped me on this side, I wonder, out of sick curiosity alone, how far I can take the part. I already know the amount of times Equestria has failed to defend itself against foes they had literally thousands of years to prepare for, let alone the unknown ones that just flew to the heart of Equestria on a storm cloud....
This place needs a new ruler, badly, and thus, the morbid curiosity evolves into a more pointed goal. Take over Equestria, and upgrade its defenses and protocols against villains and invasions.... At this moment, the ambition is great, but I'll have to keep it in mind if I want to achieve it, and work for it constantly. First plan of action, however, is to prove how incompetent and flawed their protectors are.
I don't want to kill them, I'm not evil, after all....
Still having plenty of time to think, knowing that I cannot do anything with those I am following without putting my siblings at risk of being caught, I think about how I got here again. It wouldn't have done well to dwell on it when I had a situation to deal with at hand. I remember I was going to give a speech about how the crime rate in the Mississippi, Detroit, would've been far better had they just executed those guilty of murder and rape. I firmly believed such human filth should be executed within prisons until less than a quarter of them remained in the overall population of a prison, and the order of who gets executed should be decided on severity of the crime. This was purely due to the fact crime rate within the area was growing quite well over the years.
I know this would fail, possibly have me shot on the spot despite all the protocols, but I also know martyrdom is a powerful tool. When someone who just wants to help is killed, even if people believe their help is misguided, they will still be motivated to find solutions. I'd hope they'd find one better than mine, but would be find if they concluded the same due to a lack of options.
Instead, what ended up happening was this.
"With every year, crime in this city grows, and grows, brothers are killing brothers, and not a word is sung by anybody but those who suffer. How long, and how many more will have to die in that time, before a solution is provided to end these claims and murders. Nobody, or very few people involved in these instances care, or are too afraid to try and change it, knowing full well how fruitless practical means of doing so are.
These same people who want to fix things, try to do it in small ways, psychology, correctional institutes, happier circumstances for said individuals. The problem is that provides in environment for them to gather together, and inflict their beliefs on others. It also forces those who are outnumbered in positions to want to help them, even more so. In a perfect world, these individuals should have functional parents to guide and discipline them, but we cannot regulate parental roles without removal of freedom."
At the general agreement of the crowd, I continue, "Freedom should only be taken when laws are broken, and laws should only be made to protect the law abiding populace, and their said freedoms." The crowd, while disagreeable at the start, find themselves agreeing with most of what was said. Some found the freedoms being taken to be disagreeable, however, but I continued.
"This is why, I propose a drastic measure, one that WILL bring results, but will have to be heavily regulated within a code of conduct to prevent a disassociation with morals. What I propose is-" Just as I was about to bring the point of executions to the glaring crowd, a black tendril shot out and gripped my throat, stopping my words within them. The crowd shouted a mass of profanities, and I think some started firing guns hidden from the screening. I expected they had them, can't stop criminals who come prepared after all.
I remember I myself was shot several times, as well as the tendril itself, but while I was bleeding profusely, my grip on the podium failing, the tendril simply regenerated the limbs, and continued pulling me into the hole it came from. One thing made me lose my death grip, despite me trying so hard to fight both the abomination and my own death.
"Oh Jesus, I knew Jamal was tripping when he said this stuff is light!"
Whether it was the delivery of the statement, the accent that said it, the ridiculousness of the situation, or the blood loss.... Probably the blood loss to be honest, I started losing it in a fit of laughter. Said laughter weakened my grip, and I was pulled into the void, only to immediately wake up as a pony, all my blood replaced by someone else's.... I assume, anyway. I could only imagine the expressions and reaction of the crowd, possibly the world, at what happened to me. The last thing they hear before a man is pulled into a void by C'thulu's black uncle is laughter.
So funny, so silly.... So strange.... I understand others may not find it as such....
I think these thoughts, as I finally arrive at the clearing the mean 6 regrouped at according to my memory of the show. Just before they arrive and I hear the Queen's voice, I decide on my short term goals for the moment.
'Turn evil Twilight and company away from the plan to take or use the elements. Convince Twilight to turn against the Queen. Overthrow the queen. Plot to take over Equestria alongside the mean 6.'
"This is gonna be rough...."
Author's Note
This chapter is to test the waters, hear what people think of my writing style, and ability, and to also see if I'm the only one who wants a story with more humans who manipulate evil for the sake of good.... Or attempt to do so, simply due to the fact we have a larger capacity to be willing to deal with it than the average pony.
Also, to branch out how much it takes to change intent of evil so their goals lay in with the intents of the good, while still being hateful.
All I know is, its gonna be fun to write.
