Father Night: Shadows over Equestria

Father Night’s point of view:

I was sitting in my room, checking something when Keeper almost broke down my fucking door, panting as if he ran through the whole castle. “Keeper? What duce?” I put on somewhat of a caveman voice. He paused a moment to look at my room, it was to be expected since it looked like everything in my room was floating in the night sky, Earth about a mile below.

“So this is how you keep a eye on everything.” I nodded.

“Get to the point.” I grumbled as my magic vanished, and no I will not tell you what I was doing.

“Something happened with Calais and that book of his, I think he’s possessed.” Well.... That’s troubling.

“Alright, find him and don’t let him get out of the castle.” Suddenly a guard ran into my room.

“My king! Calais has begun attacking-”

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!”  I facehoof PRETTY fucking hard, it hurt to say the least. “Make sure he does NOT LEAVE! I want to make sure to-” I heard an explosion and another guard ran into my room.

“My lord! Calais as escap-”

“GAHHHHHHHHHH! GET MY FUCKING CAR!” I stormed out of my room and began making my way to the garage on the bottom floor. “I have to do everything...Dammit...” I mumbled as I walked down the last case to see.... “MOTHERFUCKER BLEW UP MY CAR!” I roared in rage, this one was smarter, sonova nut monkey fart piece of shit!

----Meanwhile----

Weaver sat in his Ford LTD II cruiser doing whatever a cop/royal guard does in his free time when a voice came over his police scanner. “Attention all units, Father Night as demanded the arrest of the royal adviser Calais, mercy is not to be had.”

“They kidding? They want us to arrest a ALICORN!? How in pony hell are we going to be able to do that?” He mumbled to himself as he saw the alicorn at large running past where he was parked. “....Dammit all.” He growled and turned on his siren as he pulled out, driving after the advisor. “STOP! YOU'RE UNDER ARREST!” He yelled over the bullhorn. They played a game of cat and mouse for a while, the car barely able to keep up over the rough grass surface of the palace grounds, against Calais’ full gallop, until Weaver chased the strange pony into the hedge maze in the center of the garden.

    “Oh, damn it..” he muttered, grabbing his tranquilizer gun, “Better not shoot any statues in here....” Weaver began to make his way through the maze while hunting for the royal advisor at large. After being lost for almost an hour, he concluded that Calais had somehow escaped, and gave up.

    As he made his way back to the 1977 Ford sedan, he saw a brown, lanky shape barreling off, toward the exit of the grounds.

    “Shining Armor!” he reported, clenching the C/B mic, “This is Officer Basket Weaver! I’ve found the suspect, in pursuit, over!”

    Slamming on the gas, the little blue cruiser slid all over the grass, wet with the morning dew, and raced out the front gates.

****

    Calais was running down Palace Boulevard, a very busy, four-lane street. Cars swerved to avoid hitting the crazed stallion, including an elderly couple in their Buick Super.

    “IT’S THE END’A THE WORLD!” the wife exclaimed, “I SAW I IN HIS EYES!”

    “Calm down, Maple Leaf...” the husband soothed, “It ain’t the end’a the world! Look, there’s a nice policeman, going after him!”

    Little did they both know Maple was right.

    Thanks to hard driving, Weaver managed to overtake Calais, and block his path with the cruiser, swerving violently to form a makeshift roadblock. The French alicorn just laughed, and jumped onto the roof, shattering the police lights as he went, and cleared the block.

    Weaver had enough. He wasn’t about to let this psycho out on the streets of Canterlot. Drawing his rifle, he loaded a single tranquilizer dart, took aim, and fired, hitting Calais in the leg.

    Howling in pain, Calais clenched his leg, and began to tumble down the street. When he finally looked up, he saw Weaver standing over him, holding handcuffs.

    “Oh, ph....Man...”

    The click of handcuffs was the only thing he could hear, as he blacked out.

    “Weaver reporting. I’ve got Calais, returning to base, over.”