The Anti-Brony Chronicles

by DubleTruble96

Not The Last One After All...

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The strange humans claiming to be Anti's brought me to an abandoned church, which was burned up pretty bad. A fire here happened a few weeks ago, and it destroyed most of the stuff in side, but the walls and roof weren't damaged as badly. A few holes, but nothing unfixable. But for some reason, no one tried to fix it, and instead built a new church somewhere else, abandoning this one.

The insides of it was a mess, mostly covered in dirt and scattered paper. There was a lot of scaffolding too, so obviously these Anti's were busy around here. They led me down into the old crypt of the place, and we ended up in a large stone room, torch stances covered the walls bathing the room in a flickering orange light. There was a large group of others there too, they dressed exactly the same way. All except one. The only one dressed differently was wearing a black sweater, with black jeans and grey shoes. His hood was up, but I could see he had dark hair, and deep brown eyes. He stared at me as we entered the catacombs.

"We've discovered another one, Master."

"Yes, we rescued him from the evil clutches of Princess Celestia and her ponies."

The one in black, who was obviously the leader, stood up.

"Good work, gentlemen. Any Anti we rescue is another one for the force."

I pulled out my flare gun, which still had one flare left in it. They all backed up.

"Okay, I don't know who you are, why you brought me here, or what 'force' you're talking about, but I want no part of it!"

"My apologies, allow us to explain." The leader said. "We are the Anti's, a force that is against the oppressive rule of Princess Celestia and the ponies. We are the last of our kind, and while few in number, we make up for in skill. I am their leader."

"I stand alone." I said through my teeth.

"Don't we all? No, I don't give orders. I just see that everything goes smoothly. You're free to do as you please, and I hold no authority over you. I only make sure that new recruits check out. And you, my gun-toting friend, you do."

"How do you know if you haven't even tested me?"

"You're infamous, Austin. Everypony knows who you are, as does every human. We all know now. You're the Anti who single handedly fought the Princesses in unarmed physical combat! You took out half of her royal guard before you even stepped into the throne room!"

"So my life is never the same now?..."

"No. I can't say it will be. Not anymore. But you can fix that. We just need to get the ponies out of the way."

"How long have you been here?"

"Months....Years, perhaps. Ever since the brony takeover, we've been plotting in secret."

I put away my flare gun.

"So that's where I come in?"

"Yes. You see, you now know things even WE don't. You know how to get into Canterlot undetected. You can take out half of the royal guard with only a few pistol rounds and smoke canisters. You know everything there is about the palace, including where the Princess usually resides."

"So I'm your inside source?"

"Yes, and you have your own inside source. One who knows how to get things..."

"You're going to use me."

"No, you see, we want to use your talents. It's fine if you refuse, but we think it's in everyone's best interest if you agree."

I stared at him. He was right. They were possibly my only chance of getting rid of these ponies...But how? How would we, even as a group, take out the ponies? They outnumber us by the thousands, and the bronies outnumber us by billions. There really wasn't much of a choice, and even if we did defeat the Princesses, what good would it do? The bronies would still be there. And they'd hunt for us every minute of every day. We would never be safe again.

"Well? What say you?"

"I'll need time to think. If you don't mind, I'd like to stay here and keep watch. This is the only safe haven I have at the moment."

"Feel free to do as you wish, Austin. There are weapons and ammo in the large army locker over there."

He motioned to a rusted dark green metal locker, labelled "Ammo" in white spray paint.

"There is a watch tower upstairs in the church. Just climb the highest scaffolding and you'll find it."

I walked over to the locker and opened it. Inside there was a large sniper rifle, a few pistols, a shotgun, and an AK-47 assault rifle. I picked up the sniper and the AK, as well as a few extra mags for both guns. I walked upstairs without a word. When i got there, I looked up and spotted one scaffolding tower that was taller than the rest. I climbed the side of it until I reached a large hole in the bell tower. In there was a chair, a lantern, and a large telescope. It was some sort of watch tower...

I sat in the chair and watched the world I once knew and loved through the hole. Ponies and bronies all walking around, chatting, having fun...It made me wonder what life was like before. Was it the same? Only without the bronies and ponies? Was it people walking and talking, having fun and getting into mischief? I wasn't certain...I just sat there and stared out into the town, looking for any suspicious activity.

Then I saw Twilight Sparkle and her entourage. They looked pretty angry. Twilight's hair was frazzled, Rarity looked just plain upset, Applejack had a very glazed look in her eyes, Rainbow Dash looked ready to stomp anyone who looked at her funny, Fluttershy was looking around and grinning, her eyes the size of pinpricks, and Pinkie's once curly mane was now long and straight, and she had the same crazy grin plastered to her face. The mane 6 had just lost it. I shuddered a little when I saw them.

I peered through the telescope at them. They were talking to a brony, with my picture, asking if they had seen me. I looked at the ponies one by one. When I got to Pinkie, she stopped grinning...She turned her head and looked directly at me. I jumped and staggered back. Did she see me? Have I been spotted?

The mare just kept staring, her eyes locked in position. Finally, she turned back to her friends and they left. I sighed in relief. I just need to be more careful...No telling what that pony may see through those baby blues of hers.

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