Batter Up

by Sunset Meadow

Rating: teen
Tags: Profanity, Violence, Princess Celestia, Crossover, Alternate Universe, Human, Main 6, Princess Luna, Gore, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Second Person, Dark
Length: 1329

The Batter is not one who takes kindly to new things. Being transported from his game and seperated from his puppeteer to be placed in an entirely new world, does not go well. Obviously.

It all had happened so suddenly. He was walking through Zone 3, his Puppeteer's light shining bright above him, when their strings around his limbs snapped. Normally this wouldn't hurt, but by god it was the most painful feeling he had ever felt. Then, when he opened his eyes, the Batter was smack dab in the middle of Ponyville.

Most choices will be made by you the readers! Choose wisely, for the fate of the Batter relies on you....

(OFF was made by Mortis Ghost.)
(Note : This is a story about two of my favorite things, MLP and the 2008 - 2016 game OFF. I would have put an OFF tag for this book, but there isn't one.)
(EXTRA Note! : I highly suggest you find out what OFF is and what you do in it before reading this book. Otherwise, you'll be VERY confused :twilightsmile:)

Published 2019-04-30 01:50:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-04-30 23:13:51 UTC

Chapter 1 - Purification... Paused

Author's Note

Welcome to Chapter 1! But seriously, figure out what OFF is before you read this! It'll be confusing if you don't! Also, if you see any spelling or grammar errors, please notify me!

Also, I will be using the attack system for when Batter gets into fights.
For example, Attack --> Object --> Lucky Ticket

Chapter 1 - Purification... Paused

The Batter walked through the orange halls of Zone 3, the tapping of his black shoes echoing around him. He wore a white, black striped baseball T-shirt with a long sleeve shirt underneath. Black fingerless gloves covered the pale white of his skin. The white shorts he wore hugged just below his knee and some black socks met the rim of his shorts. A black baseball hat covered his messy, chrome white hair and his eyes, which always gave him a look of mystery. A classic, wooden Michael bat hung by his side as he walked, his fist clenching around it whenever a noise was heard. His eyes glanced up for a moment, catching sight of his Puppeteer's orb of light, before they turned to the orange strings gripping his limbs.

He lightly shook his head, fixing his eyes forward and alert for any spectres that could pop up. Those damn ghost could appear anywhere, and he sometimes hated it. However, he would never let it show. Emotion would be his downfall, though he would admit it did feel good to kill a spectre or two after multiple fails. His eyes travelled back up to his puppeteer, confused as to why they had suddenly stopped. Their light blinked red momentarily, their strings suddenly snapping in two as they flew up into the abyss above. Panic gripped his soul as his spherical add-ons dropped to the ground and the silky threads of strong fabric floated down to rest on his limbs. Then, the pain started. It erupted from his chest and spread through his body at an alarming rate, his extra two eyes (commonly mistaken as face paint below his original set of eyes) popping open in alarm and confusion. Why did it hurt so much?!

"God, make it STOP!" He cried, tears pooling at the edge of his vision.

Then suddenly, he blacked out.

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Batter sputtered awake, vision blurry and one hell of a headache attacking his forehead. He slowly closed his extra two eyes to block out the bright light as he sat up, a hand lightly touching his temple. He let out a pained hiss and a groan, his other hand scouring the ground beside him to rest on his bat. He visibly relaxed, until his vision cleared enough to see the silhouettes of ponies. His first thought was spectres, but that was quickly dismissed. They were to colorful and a few feet smaller than him if he would stand up, plus they weren't hunched over or attacking him. He blinked a few more times before he could finally see better, but he wished could just disappear at that moment. Colorful, pastel ponies surrounded him with wide and terrified eyes. Some ponies had horns or wings, others had neither. A cobble ground rested below him, and a sun shone down upon him. There were houses, but they looked as if they were just randomly placed and clumped together. From what he could tell, he had landed in a marketplace, not even 3 feet away from a carrot stand.

Batter stood up, bat held out protectively in front of him when they finally screamed and stampeded away. His heart pounded in his ears, his breathing becoming rapid as he scurried for cover behind the now abandoned stand. He was a man that could handle a lot, including repeatedly killing his wife and child, but this wasn't something he was able to handle. New wasn't something he was able to handle.

'Get a hold of yourself, Batter,' he scolded himself, 'You've taken on things far bigger than just a bunch of colorful horses.'

He crawled out from under the stand and stood up, carefully adjusting his hat. His eyes curiously scanned the vacant area before darting up to the sun, looking away when it burned. The sun wasn't a common thing to see in his world because it was constantly covered by smoke. Occasionally it would peak through, but the smoke was so thick it was very rare. But right now, in this strange new world, it gave him a sense of comfort. A sense of familiarity. He closed his eyes and let the warmth of the sun bathe him.

"Rainbow, no!"

"Hey monkey! Take this!"

PURIFICATION IN PROGRESS...

Attack --> Defend

Attack --> Select : Pony

His eyes snapped open, his bat held up in a defensive position just as a sky blue hoof came smashing to meet it.

A sky blue, winged pony with a rainbow mane flapped in front of him, magenta eyes wide with shock. He shoved it away before quickly bringing his bat around to crash onto it's back, a cry of pain escaping it as it fell to the ground. He raised his bat above his head and was about to bring it down when a purple aura engulfed it. A sudden tugging sensation followed, but he held firm and pulled back. It pulled harder, and so did he.

"Please," a femine voice drew his attention to a lavender, winged and horned pony, "Put the bat down..." It -- or she -- pleaded.

He glowered at her before tugging his bat out of the aura's grip. He stared down at the pony below him for a second before walking away, the tap tap of his shoes calming his nerves slightly. A flash of purple appeared and the lavender pony appeared in front of him, big purple eyes pleading.

"Can we please talk?"

"No." He began to walk around her.

"Why?"

He stopped. Why? Why couldn't he stop? He didn't know. His puppeteer wasn't here and neither was his corrupted world, so why couldn't he talk?

He grumbled out a monotonous, yet reluctant, "Fine, I'll talk," before turning to look down at the pony.

ADVERSARIES PURIFIED : EXP 0, CREDITS 0

She beamed up at him, "Great! If you'll just follow me and my friends, we can get started!"

She trotted off, the clopping of her hooves accompanying the tapping of his shoes. The clopping of more hooves behind him trailed behind the two, so he looked over his shoulder. There was an orange pony and a pink pony, both normal, a white horned pony, and a pale yellow winged pony. The yellow one was helping the blue one, who was currently glaring at him. He turned back to the pony in front of him, simply because he didn't care to know what they looked like. He was more focused on the obvious leader and what her next move would be, because if she said it, her 'friends' would more than likely do it. He took this time to study his possible future enemy. Her mane and tail were straight and a dark shade of purple. A pink and dark blue stripe ran through both, giving her a bit of style. A star looking shape with sparkles around it sat upon her haunches, which majorly confused him. Horses were spectre on his world, but these weren't spectres because spectres didn't talk. They just growled, groaned, and attacked. So these ponies definitely weren't spectres, so what sort of creatures were they? He narrowed his eyes at the pony in front of him, suddenly even more suspicious. That was, until he saw the giant crystal castle that they were approaching.

"I hope you don't mind...."

"Batter."

"Yes, sorry. I hope you don't mind, Batter, if we ask you a few question?" She looked at him over her shoulder.

When he shook his head they were already at the giant crystal doors, and a big, bright smile adored the pony's face.

Chapter 2 - Please Explain to the Mighty Purifier

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