Crisis on Multiple Equestrias

Inside the chamber of a strange castle, an anthro stallion, with brown poofy hair, and a yellow pelt, wearing a pharaoh’s helm and an Egyptian shendyt would have been knocked back into a pillar, dropping a shining cutlass he had at hand. His body was covered in cuts and bruises, and his eyes, though tired, had a fiery determination instilled in them. He looked around at his fallen comrades, especially to a Diamond Dog in strange biker punk wear, who would be face down, yet she stilled groaned in pain, turning her face to the stallion and reaching a hand out to him.

“C-.. Creation...” She croaked, her hand dropping in exhaustion as she struggled to keep her eyes open.

“Carboni, you need to rest...” The stallion uttered, looking up in the air. “Seer, I need you to get everyone out of here.. I’ll handle this guy..”

“Pharaoh, I can’t leave you here! I can get us all out!” The disembodied voice shrilly retorts, before Creation holds his hand up to silence her.

“Just do it.. I got this!” He said, as he would stand up again, grabbing his sword and rushing towards his adversary, who would be clad in a typical black cloak. The figure would smile as the stallion jumped into the air, holding his hat.

“Perso- Agh!” He chanted before the figure launched a tendril of darkness out of the cloak, holding Creation in the air. Creation drops his sword to try and use his hands to try and pry the tendril from around his throat. The figure would get close to Creation, bring the warrior to his face.

“Ah, just like so many other... Always trying to resist, always trying to fight... Just like the light..” The anonymous villain monologued tilting his face to get a better look at Creation, humming in delight. “Though many of them fought either as quadrupeds or fully clothed...”

He chuckled and let Creation fall to the ground, only to push him over and to step on his chest with a scaly foot, dogging small cuts into the stallion’s chest, who would groan in pain.

“You look like you really want to say that magic word your teammates just love to say... What is the word? ‘Personal?’ ‘Personality?’ Oh, wait... Persona, yes Persona! Too bad though.. You’re not going to get the chance to say the word again... Not once I snuff out your light...” The figure says teasingly, before he begins to laugh maniacally, a black essence leaking from his cloak, almost like tentacles, and began to spread rapidly, engulfing everything in its path.

“Hello?! Can anyone hear me?!” Proclaimed a mare, dressed in an outfit reminiscent of a gypsy, trying to come in contact with her teammates within the stronghold. She would then look towards the sky, and beyond the horizon in the world they were in, and stared in shock.

“Oh no..” was the only thing she could utter until she, along with the world were covered in darkness, only leaving the cloaked figure, who would be smiling to himself with a toothy grin.

“Another light... Snuffed out... Oh, my dear Doctor.. We will encounter again.. And, when we do, you will fall to my power...” He claimed, opening a portal and walking through. Meanwhile, a quadruped horse, with a colorful scarf, a brown trench coat, and a cigarette in his mouth would look at the scene through one of his monitors, before sighing and dropping his cigarette, stomping on it to snuff it out.

“DIT-Z, activate the “Crisis” protocol. It’s time to assemble our Champions..” The stallion with a British accent commanded, turning away from the monitors and beginning to walk away.

“Yessir, you got it!” said a perky, robotic voice, pulling up a candy symbol and a messages saying ‘Calling In-Universe Agent..’

CRISIS IS HERE.