Opfer der Freundschaft / Victis of the Friendship

by Frag the Editor

Rating: teen
Tags: Main 6, Other, Princess Luna, Spike, Princess Celestia, Crossover, Random, Call of Duty, Violence, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 2267

The Zombies crew Victis, arrives in Equestria. Now, the Apothicons finally have a shot.

The Siberian Wasteland, the cargo ship that laid there. Zombies roamed this Group 935 research facility, a zombie legend wandered it not too long ago. However, Victis were there to retrieve the Apothicon Blood in order to fix this paradox.

In their mission, they sent a hermit; Pablo Marinus, to "The Great War". This hermit went on to save the universe. With him gone and the Apothicon Blood in hand, they could finally collapse the Aether. Victis waited, fighting off the horde; their hope for survival dwindlng. Then black.

Instead of the frozen, white expanse. They lay in a field full of daffodils, now with no objective and Richtofen absent. The crew has no more directions...

This is a story of the Call of Duty : Zombies crew Victis. There will be things relating to the lore but I will try to explain it along the way. Violence can be skipped, it is not an integral part of the story.

Published 2020-01-06 04:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2020-01-06 04:00:01 UTC

Die Ergebnisse / The Results

"Richtofen? You haven't forgotten about us you?" Stuhlinger shouted into the air.
"Oh Sammy, I haven't forgotten about you." Richtofen called out.
"And I'm sorry." Stuhlnger was about to shout back but then blackness consumed his eyesight.

Russman, the one who forgot his memory quite alot. Suthlinger, the one who ate zombie flesh. Misty, the one who was a farmhand. Marlton, the one who was proficient with computers. Not your typical survivors of the outbreak, but they managed. This group, aka Victis, was guided by a voice named Maxis, who contacted them through Marlton, to give him enough power to remove Richtofen from the MPD (Moon Pyramid Device). He succeeds but then another Richtofen (Primis) came and asked them to collect the Kronorium. They succeed and go into ice, when Primis gets stuck in Alcatraz's Pocket Dimension, Stuhlinger contacts Richtofen; a reverse of what happened before.

Primis escaped, but Primis Richtofen paid the ultimate price. A while later, Victis was awoken from Cryosleep as the second piece was acquired (The Elemental Shard) from Camp Edward, AKA: Nuketown. It was the final piece for Victis to do, acquire the Apothicon Blood, assemble the Apothican Device and send Pablo Marinus to The Great War.
This, left Victis alone. They fought until the blackness came, Victis, Ultimis, Primis, Zombies, 115... all banished to the Dark Aether.

Or so Nikolai thought...

Misty was the first to awake. The hard wood on the exposed skin feeling reminded her of the barn from that 'Hanford' town. She was never raised there but it felt like home, oddly enough she also hated Double Tap Root Beer. She sat up before feeling her King and County in her pockets.
"I hope you fellas are wide awake." Her voice raspy, been a while since she drank or ate. The soup Pablo wanted them to make was so annoying, it was right there. Food! She hadn't ate since that Town. Not the Hanford one; the underground one that constantly scared Marlton with the potential cave-ins.

Marlton, where was he? Russman, did he know where he was? Stuhlinger, honestly she didn't care. Her gaze shifted to the open window of the second floor. An apple orchard greeted her as the red shiny glow of the apples enticed her, mocking her.
"No one mocks Misty Briarton..." Misty muttered.
Her weight creaked on the steps, the feelings of the barn returned stronger. Her feet stopped right before the door, this wasn't her home. No zombies, no fog, not even her home's crop; would she even be legally allowed to do this?

Misty decided it was best... to carry County, the left half of the Pack-a-Punched Welling, into the field. Sounds of boots contacting the dirt filled the air then slowed to a halt under a tree. Her hand reached up and plucked an apple. Sweet Misty thought.
"What do you think your doing you vermin!" a texan-like accent shouted out.
"Wha- I- uh... This isn't what it looks like?" Misty said with a pleading look, her emotion was cut loose by a rope flying around her,
"BIG MAC! Watch this creature. Ah'm off to see Twilight and Fluttershy," The orange horse called out.
"Eeyup." said a bigger, red horse. Really setting off the "kids TV show" feeling.

What a day, Twilight first gathers everyone into the castle to discuss about a "Magical Spike". Then that creature turns up with something in hand, that then proceeds to eat her apples! Applejack had it up to here, she was going to see Twilight and Fluttershy to get it sorted out.

Twilight was neck deep in books, looking for a reason to explain the spike. Nothing, nothing, nada, nill, zero, nope. All books had no explanation, it could've been someponys power but really though? Then a knock interrupted her thoughts.
"Hi Applejack! How are you-" Twilight couldn't finish.
"Twilight, you know ah've seen all possible creatures from the Everfree trying to eat my apples," AJ said, "but there is this new creature I don't recognise."
Twilight jumped up, eyes gleaming. Her mouth slowly opening, then it came.
"NEW SPECIES!" Twilight screamed before disappearing.

Fluttershy stood a bit shook from the sudden teleport. Twilight came into her house, screamed, teleported with her and is now asking her to translate what the creature is saying, She just nodded carefully.
"WONDERFUL!" Twilight announced.
All three teleported back to Sweet Apple Acres.
"So you've worked here for all of your life?" Misty asked.
"Eeyup." Big Mac said in response.
"Why do you always respond like that?" Misty asks, reminding her of Stuhlinger's constant ranting from a German Man.
"Bet." Big Mac said, sighing at the end.
"Hmm. Well, what is your species-" Misty was stopped by a sudden purple spark.
Twilight's mouth slurred together a bunch of words that would make Pinkie proud.
"HimynameistwilightsparkleandIintendtotaskyouabunchofquestionsareyouupforthat?" Twilight spouted out, 5.24 seconds.

The next few hours were of Twilight's questioning. Then one question came about.
"I know I've asked you alot, but why do you look like that?" Twilight questioned.
"Zombies, I know it sounds alot like Sci-fi. Trust me, it is real. Me and three others fought our way across our globe. Hanford, Shanghai, Africa I think?" Misty said in response looking puzzled.
"How did you even survive the outbreak?" Fluttershy said with her pink hair hiding her face.
"With this!" Misty held up County.
"What is-" Twilight asked
"Observe..." Misty aimed at a boulder and shot, an explosion ringing out.
"Oo-rah." Misty said.

Whilst everything was alright for Misty, Marlton was suffering. He accidentally teleported into the "Canterlot Science Department". No clue how he got there, no clue on why he was where he is now and why everything looked colorful.
"Calm down Marlton, you need to keep a cool, level head. Currently your in the medieval form of Prison, not an Oubliette but a Dungeon, so you have that going for you. There is no hellish screams," Marlton rambled looking out of the barred window, "and no sign of that box."
"Do you have to ramble on? Or should we just keep that as a by-gone?" a motherly tone said.
Marlton's head whipped around.
"Judging by the regailia and what you look like compard to the height of the guards I presume; you are the Queen?" Marlton inquired.
"Princess, actually." the tone replied.
"Your Majesty, I am Marlton Johnsohn; Scientist who worked at Camp Edward in the 19-something or rather. Who do I have the pleasure of addressing?"
"Princess Celestia. Are you ready for your interrogation or do you need more rambling time?" Celestia joked.

A beige pop and they were in a room. Really darkly coloured, bland, boring even. Was boredom their method of information interrogation, why at Camp Edward they threatened them with Zombism (pronounced Zombie-ism) but then again the cutsie nature was really going against threatening their lives.
"So," Celestia said with a smile, "where do we start."

Das Verhör / The Interrogation

Author's Note

In this chapter, I attempt to explain Victis' use in the Call of Duty Zombies Storyline.
This is a warning for a heavy lore drop.

Das Verhör / The Interrogation

"So, let's start with your name." Celestia said.
"Marlton Johnsohn." Marlton replied fast.
"Ok, your... appearance. It's very disturbing, care to explain why?" Celestia asked, intrigued with what the answer could be.
"Would you like the start of my current state or before my current state?" Marlton asked.
"Before your current state." Celestia responded.
Marlton took a deep breath; then parted his lips.
"It all begins back at Camp Edward, better known for housing the American Pyramid Device, it also held the Elemental Shard. According to Group 935 information, it held important "souls" which powered it. In the current form of the cycle, it was broken and Ricky-tophen..? Rictofen! Yes, Richtofen. Stu's pal was killed in hellish Alcatraz; the worst prison on Earth. We were awoken from cryosleep a little later and..."
"You zoned out when I mentioned 'cycle'. You are feeling alright your majesty?" Marlton pointed out.
"I'm...I'm. Sorry, the fact that this is all coming at once is..." Celestia wandered off mentally.
"Overwhelming. Speaking of..."
"Sorry, go on. Continue." Celestia spoke.

Text in red like this is Marlton, normal color is just Celestia.

"So, to take it a bit easier. We will start where my story began. A nuke detonated at Camp Edward, where I worked, I hid in a Nuclear Bunker and got a bus into a sleepy little town known as Hanford. I knew Hanford as it was another one of our sites, the name I can't remember. Now, this is where it gets a bit loco. The
Earth was crawling with zombies, they were infected from Element 115. It came from meteors that came from
the Apothicons. The apothicons lost a Great War, a war that Rictofen and pals took part in; we had to send a
hermit from an old 935 Research Site in Siberia to sometime in the BC's. Still with me?"
"What in my own name did you just say?"
"I am just going to assume that is your varient of "Oh my God."; this now means instead of referring to you as Princess, I should just refer to you as God of the Sun."
"Celestia is fine. Continue"
"Back to Hanford, I met up with Abigail 'Misty' Briarton. A farmhand. We then got found by a bus on said bus was two other survivors. Russman was a former Broken Arrow Employee; aka Camp Edward Employee, who was over exposed to Element 115. He lost his memory and gained this 'sudo' resistance. Turns out he could
die but not be infected, he forgot this commonly. Stuhlinger, well where to start, we butt heads and don't get
along good. We get along but me and him surviving alone? No-ho thanks. He was talking to his friend Rictofen.
"The one from the Great War?"
"*pfft* No. This is ULTIMIS Rictofen. The Great War Richtofen is Primis."
Celestia's face stopped, her brain shut down
"Did I do this to a monarch?"
"Yes, I honestly think you broke her." The guard said.
"Doctor or...?"
"Probably should." The guard responded.

Marlton will now speak back in the normal text colour.

About six impacts echoed through the halls every second. The human and Unicorn guard running to the medical wing of the Castle. The guard tripped but Marlton went back and carried Celestia; now making his back strain under the literal force of the sun. His foot impacted the wooden door as Marlton and the guard came cascading inside; alot like that underground town.
"I know this is the Infirmary and all but..," Marlton inhaled, "is anyone here a doctor?"
"Really?" The receptionist asked.
"Better phrasing... Is anyone here made to deal with... Face-stuckage?" Marlton squeaked out.
The receptionist facehoofed before putting her hoof on a little button.
"Could Dr. Pres-Tion report to the front desk? Thank you." The receptionist said.
Marlton took a sigh of relief.

Marlton and Misty was about... one hour from each other. Russman however, was in Manehatten; six hour journey. He laid on the streets; just like most creatures who thought their business could strive. However, after a two-day rest, he got up and walked around; leading him to get kicked out of numerous stores. Then, Sweet Teeth's Baking Treats, he hoped for food and found a sweet goldmine.
"Hiya! Welcome to Sweet Teeth's Baking Treats how may I-" The waitress was cut off.
"Think you could help an old man-" Russman started.
"Sure we can, we give free pack of six donuts to the elderly! Just got to ask your age to our age ratio and your age and we'll get started!" The waitress stared into his eyes.
"Well it's one to one and I'm... shoot how old am I again?" Russman rambled.
"Listen, what's your name?" The waitress asked.
"Russman, yours?"
"Licky Lips, one of the best bakers and greeters, my husband works the back."
"Listen, I'm not as young as I used to be and I really just wanna say I appreaciate the offer. I'm..." Russman said looking at her, she stood up to his chest.
"You have memory loss?" Licky Lips asked.
"I think so?" Russman said shakily.
"I would be like those people who say "Just forget about Memory Loss hahahaha" such imbeciles." Licky commented.
Russman just chuckled.
"Honestly if you know where to look, they ain't that bad." Russman smiled at the mention of Misty and Marlon... Stuhlinger too.
"Good lord by pals must be worried." Russman snapped out.
"Listen, take the donuts and make sure you come back often!" Licky hastily said.
"Thanks Licky." Russman smiled with appreciation.

-----{ Violence until the End of the Chapter}------

Russman stepped back into the streets where the rain began to fall. 'Oddly familiar' Russman thought as the umbrellas shot up above the crowd. He slumped inside of an alley when four ponies came around wearing hoodies.
"You got the goodies gramps?" One teased, others laughing.
"Hand over the donuts and maybe, just maybe, you will leave here breathing." Another said.
"You young people picking on old men? Weak. Ha, wait till your buddies here you got beaten by someone who seen worse then you." Russman joked back.
One stepped forward with the knife.
"We tried to tell you gramps but..." The one with the knife said.
An electric swing hit his smug face, sending him flying to the floor.
Russman giggled like a seven year old with a bad joke.
"Shocking, ain't in?" Russman busted out laughing.