-=|Worldline: Equis Nexaean | Location: Triquestria | Time - ?: 7/09/2???, 8:20AM|=-
-=|???|=-

I was late. These varmints are doing it again. Ah looked at the damages done by these creatures lying down dead on my feet, riddled with holes either from bullets or magic. These aren’t one of those K-words. Fuck, I forgot what they are called. Shit. Looking closely, these things have bony appendages and red markings in their blackened flesh. They are slowly dissipating away into black motes that disappeared immediately after a while.

I looked at the other carcasses in my feet. They are shriveled up like a husk, yet they managed to at least took down three of these creatures. I tipped my hat in respect. No survivors here as well like the last town.

“I reckon these varmints will be on the move. Their feeding grounds aren’t as crowded now as they drained them too much.” I paused briefly. “Not to mention that the Vitachambers have been rerouted to somewhere else due to the machines failing by being used over and over again.” I hummed as I stroke the synthetic mane that Buttercup has. “Ain’t that right, Buttercup?” The mechanical equine neighed. Where did I get Buttercup? My great uncles made her. Flimsy and Flammel. The two are currently on an adventure with a floating pyramid. No idea why, but I really want to punch that pyramid in the face for something for calling me Sixer.

Ah right, I should learn to introduce myself to metaphysical observers of our reality that Pinkie always mentions either recording this to share with people or just make a novelization of the events that follow. The name’s Sheriff Applejack or Jacqueline Pierre fon Apple. Princess of Justice, Honesty, and Apples. Queen Solaria joked that last part but it stuck on because she is the Queen and now everyone is expecting me to give them apples. Oh, how I will give them their apples... at the speed that exists the same wavelength as light, then we’ll see who's laughing now.

The Apple Family Household always has twins at least a generation once in a while. Brig Macintosh and I are the currently non-twin Apples living in Ponyville. The rest of my family have twins. In fact, Cousin Pinkie Pie has a twin but I don’t think I will count Maud the Second as one. We are also great at making silks thanks to the silkmoths we own. According to Grandma Smith, our ancestors have been blessed by two Insectoid Goddesses known as Radiance and Mothra. Not gonna lie, but I think Grandma should lay off smoking the applewood we have in storage. One of my ancestor’s twins is actually the one responsible for the modern Equish. Something about the Afterlife being boring and they ascended out of total boredom.

“Tally-ho.” I intoned and Buttercup trotted onward. As we continue our way, we found ourselves looking at a strange sight. I whistled at it briefly. A lightning sprite inside a net is being dragged by Professor Sombra.

“Morning, Sheriff. Just getting this to Weather Report.” Professor Sombra said to me as we traveled in the same direction.

“Morning, Professor.” I looked with confusion at the net. “Is that net durable enough?” I shuddered. “I remember the last time that a lightning sprite went out of control and it was through the efforts of the twins that it is contained.

“Of course. I tested it a couple of times. That’s the reason why my former greyish coat became charred grey.” His reply earned me my confusion. I never noticed. I mean, his coat is still the same. Then again, my doctor said that I have a wee bit of colorblindness.

Our trek was silent and awkward after that. When we reached Ponyville, I could see that the Lunar festival is in full swing. Even though I am used to it, it is very strange to see the fifteenth celebration this month. They should just get all the damn festivals into a single week and be done with it. But alas, the idiotic court noblemen saw through this and they never did so. I mean, I know that they are so damn competent at their jobs to the point that there is little to no paperwork for us royalty to do but really? I really want a stack of paperwork damn it not unlike the good ole days when the Sheriff’s Office is filled to the brim with ‘em! It’s not the same when everyone is competent. Too competent.

“Morning, Sheriff fon Apple!” Sans the Skeleton shouted on his stand. Ah, the usual sight of him and his cart’s rooftop being covered in snow. I bet the Weather Factory placed that for a marketing strategy.

“Morning, Sans. I see that you’re still selling those Nice things.” I joked. He chuckled slightly.

“By the way, people suddenly appeared out of the Vitachambers earlier this morning. They kept saying that Kamalas attacked their villages. But I have a suspicion that they are not Kamalas. After all, that is not what a Kamala does.” Ah, now I remember. Kamala. That’s the word.

“Indeed. They parasitized their hosts and feed on negative intent as long as possible, not feed them dry. It must be something else.” I harrumphed. “There must be something else that got out of Everfree before the Border Control was made.”

“Indeed. Oh, and keep up the good work, Sans.” Buttercup and I moved to another location.

I arrived just outside my office, just in time as the festival music st- wait. Was that Miss Fluttershy singing in a hovering float stand? Yep, she is.

I entered my office and placed my hat on the stand. I looked at my co-workers resting nearby. He is a Caribou wearing a western cowboy outfit with a Neighponese yukata replacing the long sleeves. His Deputy star is on his right armband that has the symbol of the New Caribou Shogunate. A golden deer standing against a one-eyed rock demon. I heard about stories that my grandma used to tell us until she has decided to leave in search of that one idiot who never gotten inside a robot. Something about child support and really need to release the pent-up frustration.

“Bad day, Sheriff-san?” The Caribou, Sergeant Kyosuke, asked.

“Yep. A town emptied like what happened last time. Not Kamalas though.” I sighed. “Something else must’ve escaped from Everfree before the Border is made.”

“Not Kamalas?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Do you wish to see?” I asked and he nodded. I tapped my sheriff star and it projected a rectangular box with a picture of the creature I’ve met in that abandoned town.

“Yokai.” I blinked at the word he said. “They are known as Yokai in our lands. They are also known as Grim by my kin’s northern cousins.” He shuddered. “They are creatures that are made from negative intents and shape them by their whims to feed and cull, not unlike the Kamalas that feed and festers on negative intents.” He continued. He placed a hand by his chin. “Why is it here? It’s miles away from my lands...”

I heard the door opened and I saw the other Sheriff posted here. He is a tall humanoid with bone-white pieces of machinery incorporating his organic frame. He is hunched over due to his immense size and I could hear his breathing from his apparatus inside him. He wears a fedora with a Sheriff star pinned in its lapels. This is Sheriff Qymaen Jai Sheelal or as he would be preferred to be called, Grievous. “What is miles away?” His metallic voice echoed from his speaker.

“Yokai. The evolved forms of Kamalas.” He pointed at the picture.

“Ooh~. I faced one of these before. Terrifying creatures, I must say.” He took a deep breath briefly, his respirator making a very loud noise of his breathing. “Not as horrifying as their next stage.” I immediately paled. I’ve seen one before, and it was Sunset on her Hysteria mode that managed to deck it out before it can go on a rampage.

“Definitely.” We turned to the newcomer’s voice. It is Deputy Moondancer, who is currently looking at her fingers as if they are the most interesting thing in the world. She is leaning by the wall near the coffee machine, a mug is underneath its dripper. “That is merely the beginning of something worse. I’ve fought the stage after that and believe me. Not even a single living thing would’ve survived if such a thing appears again.” She pressed a button and coffee dripped down from the machine to the cup.

“What is it called?” Deputy Kyosuke asked. “My people never found a step up evolution of the Yokai in our lands.”

Deputy Moondancer looked at the filled mug and uttered a word. “Hollow.” Without another second after speaking that word, she grabbed the filled mug underneath the coffee machine and went to her desk.

“Hollow,” Grievous murmured out loud and for some reason, deep within my very being, I know she is right about that.

“Creatures that are so empty that they feed off the energy in an area,” Deputy Moondancer explained before taking a sip on her mug. “The looked vaguely humanoid, unlike its previous stages. They suck the energy out of anything they get their hands on and I’ve seen the people that got unlucky meeting one. No marks or anything at all, just dead as if their souls are just gone.” Deputy Moondancer shuddered.

“That is terrifying.” Deputy Kyosuke shuddered. “We need to find the Yokai ASAP otherwise they will create more Kamalas by the dozens.” I continued.

“On it. I’ll have the drones go into a full sweep and have all villages be notified.” Deputy Kyosuke spoke and as he begins typing on the keyboard, he stopped. “Umm... Sheriff.” Sheriff Grievous and I looked at Kyosuke as he turned the monitor.

“Oh bucking apple tree in a weather factory,” I muttered out loud. What is on the monitor is a camera feed just outside of the snowy town of Nowhere. I saw a bunch of shambling humanoids with bones jutting out of them, they have bony masks, or rather that’s their face. They phased through objects before something fired upon them. Holes appeared in their body and they regenerated it back. They roared and charged up ahead. I heard screaming as the feed is cut off.

“Notify everyone now. Call backup and place Nowhere on Class 5 Quarantine.” Grievous spoke as he took his Pancho from the rack and took his weapons. Six bladeless hilts. “Nothing goes out of that place and nothing goes in without sufficient protection.” He looked at Kyosuke and continued. “Get those guns loaded and weapons sharpened or ignited. Tell everyone to prepare for extermination.” He grabbed a bladeless hilt from his belt and threw it at me. “Take this.” I caught it. “For close-combat. Press the button, don’t aim at your face.” I nodded, realizing what this meant.

I walked away as I took my hat and placed it on my head. I pulled some things out of my locker. They are two pairs of holders with matching revolvers. I grabbed a Garand rifle with an affixed bayonet and engraved with silence runes, and placed it on my back. I looked at my Spatial Inventory before blinking. I brought out a strange hexagonal object called Alchemical Weapon that those Tinkers made in the R&D. I shrugged mentally and placed it on a holder.

I prepared and placed magical ammunition in my belts and holders. I left the building and go up to Buttercup. I took out the Sheriff Poncho from its storage compartment and wore it along with a pair of goggles. I closed the compartment immediately. I tapped my Sheriff to stop showing the picture.

The goggles lit up briefly and showed me a HUD and directions for Nowhere. I stroked Buttercup's artificial coat before I mount upon her. I grabbed hold of her as I felt something pulling me and I saw Buttercup is being pulled as well. I turned and saw black root-like tendrils coming from a faceless tall humanoid in a suit. It nodded slightly and my vision blurred. I shook my head and saw that I’m on the outskirts of Nowhere... H-how!? This is five miles away from Ponyville. I was placed back to the ground and the faceless humanoid disappeared, leaving a single note.

I took the note and read it. “Double-tap. Destroy the container. Aim for the glowing spots. Do not piss of the Multi-Colored static.” That was cryptic, and there is a smudge before the static. I wonder what that word is. I turned the note around and saw a picture of two beings. One is a humanoid grim albeit shattered into many pieces with glowing spots inside its body. One on the torso, one in the abdomen, and one in the head. The other is a strange vaguely humanoid made entirely of black splotches of ink. I placed the note in my pocket. I pulled my Garand rifle and checked the ammo. None. I must’ve used it the last time. I threw away the magazine and loaded it with a new magazine filled to the brim with magic bullets immediately.

I hefted it and aimed briefly. I patted Buttercup and she went to her combat mode. Weapons appeared from her back as a visor covered her eyes. She followed me as I kicked the gates open. I looked around with my rifle on the ready.

The wind howled as windows and doors creaked open and close thanks to the strong wind blowing around this area, the sound echoing this town as if the people living here didn’t even exist. The heavy atmosphere is rather suffocating as if this place is bereft of something that ponies needed to live, Magic. I noted that the Vitachambers in the streets are all deactivated or welded permanently shut.

I hefted the rifle and I slowly made my way to explore a building. I took cover in the wall and stopped the wooden door from closing. I looked around the corner as I entered the building, Buttercup staying behind due to her size and weapons. I heard scratches in the distance and slowly made my way inside. I saw claw marks all over the place. I looked to see anything of note and I found a photo frame on the floor. I examined it and saw a smiling mare and a kid. By Solaria, a kid... Kids are living here.

I went up the wooden stairs. Each step creaked and I lowered my gun. I moved to a door and kicked it open, I searched the room immediately. I saw no one here. Just some claw marks and a destroyed bed. Descending to the first floor, I went outside.

I explored another building, then another, then another. It’s the same thing over and over again. Then I stopped in front of the tavern and hefted my rifle. I went inside it and looked around. Nothing but rubble and broken wooden furniture. The stairs going to the next floor are broken. The stairs going downwards to the cellar...

I looked on and I could feel my heartbeat going faster. Keep calm. Remember what Pa always tells you, Applejack. Be honest with your aim, shoot with your heart, kill those that harm those you care about. I calmed down a bit and slowly descended to the dark depths of the Tavern. Each step downwards is accompanied by a creak. I tapped the goggles briefly and activated the night vision mode, which gave off a soft hum in my ears. I looked around then I slowly moved to the underground hall. I noticed that there are black cracks with seeping black ichor falling to the ground.

What the hell? I narrowed my eyes whilst hearing giggles behind me. I turned briefly and saw no one. I gulped. You’re a brave pony, Applejack. You’re better than this.

I went to the broken corridor and looked. The soft humming of my goggles accompanied me. The corridor splits off on three doors. The leftmost hallway is blocked by a pile of rubble, the rightmost is welded shut. I readied my rifle and I walked into the middle door, an elevator. I looked at the buttons and pressed the only functioning button, the basement.

I was about to wait when I felt the elevator wrenched upwards before being sent on a freefall. I deeply cursed whilst I managed to levitate just in time to get out of it as it falls. I felt the spell slowly lose effects faster than I thought and I managed to grab hold of the elevator cable. I looked downwards and I sighed. I slid downwards using the elevator cable, noting that other broken elevator doors are either blocked by rubbles or something. I reached the bottom where the broken elevator crashed. I saw the elevator door open with lights flickering briefly in the halls unlike the rest up above that went dark.

I went through the open door and looked at the spacious hall. There’s another elevator that is intact near me but it currently has no power. There’s a hastily written note near me. “Power grid is FUBAR in this sector. Rewire the generator to use the elevator.” That is confusing.

There’s also something in the corner of my eye. I turned right and looked at it. It is vaguely humanoid in shape. It is like a silhouette. Several functioning heaters are pointed towards that creature, containing it somehow. The silhouette just sat there, menacingly.

I gulped. I looked around and found the button... and stairs. Very intact stairs, when I observed it. Oh. I made my way up the stairs, I will not redirect power and get that silhouette to chase me. What am I? An unreasonable stubborn mare? Nope. That’s either Miss Dash or the Great and Magnificient, Trixie.

KRAKOOM!

What the hay!? Where did that thunder and lightning come from? All I said in my mind is either Miss Dash or the Great and Magnificent, Trixie.

KRAKOOM!

There it is again. Miss Dash? Hmm... None. It must have been the Great and Magnificent, Trixie.

KRAKOOM!

Then again, she is part of those R&D fellas. She must’ve made something like that to herald her name or something.

Going up the stairs to the next floor, the lights are still on. I managed to find two corpses. They are mostly intact- I heard something, my fur stood up when cold air blew from the halls of this floor. I feel the sweat on my brow whilst I looked around. I saw another set of stairs going upwards.

I was about to enter the stairwell when I heard a noise behind me. I turned and saw the corpses are gone. In fact, the damages are now fixed.

My sheriff badge begins to blink a few times and a monotone voice appeared from it. “Class 2 Reality Shift has been detected. Please don’t go to the area where it is detected. The location is...” It paused briefly.

“Nowhere, Triquestria.”

Oh bucking tomato on the mirror cabinet. I should’ve waited outside. I saw static all over the place and everything reversed, the damages are fixed as a result. I dodged the debris whilst I placed my rifle in my back.

As I was dodging the objects, everything stopped then accelerated. All the damages were returned at full force. I saw cuts appeared in the hallway and when it neared me, a cut appeared in the wall beside me... then a cut appeared in my arm. I widened my eyes and dodged the invisible claws. Shit.

If that was enough of a problem, they appeared. The two corpses from before. They are surrounded by static and their body kept trailing as if reality isn’t holding them together and constantly glitched between static and non-static, with parts of their bodies constantly reforming and deforming repeatedly.

I got my rifle and fired upon them. Turns out their weaknesses are- I heard something. A static behind me. Shit. Shit! SHIT! I remembered what is being contained here earlier before the reality shift. The area must’ve changed so drastically that the heaters disappeared.

I looked in fear before the ground beneath me gave away and I fell. I land on the lower floor, kneeling on the ground. I brushed off my clothes briefly and looked at the elevator, my only salvation. I telekinetically pressed the button and its doors opened. Good. I immediately entered and pressed the up button. The elevator moved upwards before stopping on a floor.

The floor shook, I just saw an entire room sunk in the void. I never bothered looking down at the void as I am already panicking about what just happened. So I did something stupid, I ran forward. I tripped and fall, but on the corner of my eyes. I saw someone familiar.

A being made entirely of multi-colored static. I know of her. I saw her planted a punch on that Thing’s face after all. Miss Dash. She is currently in a large hole in the wall. Her scarf contorted and became a black fleshy sword with red glowing markings. She caught her scarf-turned-sword and brandished it. She flung herself whilst throwing me forwards on the other side of the wall. I saw the wall slowly filled up by debris and fixed itself. I heard several crashes on the other side of the wall.

My musings are brought to a halt when I heard something. I turned and saw countless shambling corpses. Immediately, I took out my Garand and aimed. I missed a couple of times, their bodies begin to regenerate immediately except for the glowing spots. I fired whilst I charged up ahead, stabbing one of them on the weak spots. That should put some of them down. Alas, I ran out of ammunition. Turns out most of the ammo I took are blanks and doesn’t do anything. I am surrounded now by these shambling corpses.

I grabbed the bladeless hilt and pressed the button. A blade made out of light coalesced into being. I waved it around, cutting them apart. Unfortunately, I didn’t hit their weak spots. Fortunately, they can’t move due to being limbless. Turns out cauterizing wounds is good at stopping dangerous zombified opponents.

I managed to kill most of them before I lurch downwards. The ceiling is ripped apart and I saw it. A creature made entirely of static. It is descending from the sky, reaching out to me. Before it could touch me, everything is bathed in an orange glow...

Finally. I am free to do what none other bravely mares could do. I immediately turned and put my legs on the ground to a crouching position. Then I pushed, the ground cracking in my wake as I jumped. I reared my fist and punched the static entity. Cracks of orange formed in that entity as it flew backward.

I landed on a piece of debris flying in position to fix a wall, I saw other debris as well leading to that static entity. I leaped out of the debris and landed to the next, then did it again until I am already in range. Cocking my fist like a gun, I punched whilst orange lightning gathered in my fist just before it hits. The static flew away and I saw Rainbow Dash flinging herself from somewhere whilst wielding a giant sword.

I turned to land but I could feel my prison slowly acting up, trying to break my hold. No! I will not be imprisoned once again! Nonononono~! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA-

I blinked my eyes and looked around, I saw the ground in front of me. All I see is nothing but darkness.

“She is dead.”

“I know.”

“There is another way. The one that allowed you to go back...”

“Doing so will need of my death. The power of RESET.”

“Dash?”

“Yes, Twilight?”

“Would you be okay? I mean... With this?”

“Yes. It is my fault for not going earlier.”

“I see. I’m sorry... For everything...”

“Don’t cry. I would always be your friend, even if it means I have to RESET every now and then to get you all live the next day.”

“Kid...”

“Yes, Sans?”

“Make a better future, okay?”

“Sure. That’s my promise to Paps, after all.”

-=|Worldline: Equis Nexaean | Location: Triquestria | Time - New Era, Lunar Return: 7/17/2059, 12:30AM|=-
-=|Third day to the Lunar Return Calendar - During Arrival of Sunset Shimmer from Equestria ???|=-

I woke up in a startled jolt. I shook my head and looked around. It’s just my office. I looked at the almost negligible paperwork. Wait... I rubbed my eyes and saw this creature right in front of me. Two beady red eyes and white-pink fur. It looks like a fox.

“Hello.” It spoke to me. “My name is QB. I am a Familiar created by Mistress Pinkie Pie out of spite for all Magical Girls living on a couple of Earths.” It tilted its head. “I’m just here to tell you to stop sleeping on the job and wake up already. That’s all.” Then it grabbed its feet and begin eating itself. Just before it fully devours itself. “Seriously. You really need to take a vacation, lady. The Operator has been forced to get Dashie on vacation for not doing it. I mean, she is always on the job as far as anyone remembers... and her vacation time is being saved always that her boss actually asked the Operator to do so by getting her to explore that newly discovered reality.” Then with a cartoonish pop, the creature ceased from existence.

Rubbing my forehead, I froze. I looked at my reflection. Since when did I have another pair of eyes and two more horns? I blinked and the eyes and horns disappeared. Must’ve been my imagination.

Nope. That is real. But you won’t even remember that, do you?

I... think I heard a voice somewhere? No. Don’t think about it.

Even if you forgot about it. I am still around. After all, I am you. A more hysterical version of you.

I must be tired. Yes. Too tired. I looked at Sheriff Grievous looking at me. He is still staring at me before I yawned.

“I think, I’m going for a day off,” I murmured out loud whilst standing up.

“Definitely. You’ve been at the desk for a couple of weeks now.” Moondancer paused. “Looks like I win the betting pool.”

“Damn you, Moonie.” Grievous raised his fist and shook. “Now I have no money until the paycheck next week.”

“Wait...” The two turned to Deputy Kyosuke as I slowly made my way to the door. Trying to not get noticed by them. “You guys get paid?” Nope, not dealing with an angry Kyosuke right now. The last time that happened, it is last week. He is so angry that he took an entire building, compressed it into a ball then ate that ball. All that he has ever gotten out of it was an upset stomach.

I left the office as I donned my hat, only for me to realize that it has been stuck there since yesterday thanks to my ascension to Alicornhood two days ago. I stretched my body, popping a button out of my button-down shirt. I twitched.

Why does ascending to Alicornhood make an Earth Pony bigger in certain areas? I envy the Pegasi-turned-Alicorns whose wings just became bigger and the Unicorns-turned-Alicorns who just gained longer curved horn and that’s it. Now I have to find bigger clothes or borrow one from Big Macintosh.

I heard a flurry of feathers and I looked up. I saw her. General Gilda of New Griffonstone. Old Griffonstone is vaporized when the Endbringer, Behemoth, rose from under it. Turning the mountain into a volcano. They moved to a new land and made a new government.

I looked at her appearance and noted that she is still the same as all the griffins I have met. Instead of a pair of feathery wings like the Pegasi, in place of that are Eye-like appendages that function both as wings and eyes. They blink in rhythm all over her body, her eye sockets are filled with countless avian-like eyes and a single beak with teeth. On second thought, those were countless rows of teeth. She opened her mouth briefly to laugh, revealing she has a fleshy mouth with the same amount of rows of teeth inside her beak.

Her hands are filled with many claws. In fact, her entire forearm is made entirely of claws merging into a bladed limb. Her fingers are also made out of claws. Her feet are the same as her arms. Beginning at the foreleg to the feet, they became clawed appendages that merged to become her legs.

“You’ve grown big.” Her symphonic, guttural voice rang out of both the beak and second mouth. “And you really need better clothes. Might I suggest, Gemstone Rarities? That brand was from your friend’s.” She continued.

I rolled my eyes. “I would if not for the fact that my paycheck is in next week. That, I don’t even have money for that.”

“Why don’t you ask her? She is very generous to those who require help.” Gilda asked and I sighed.

“Look. I don’t want to trouble her. It’s just...” I motioned with my hands and Gilda blinked, all her eyes did.

“Oh. Not you, huh?” Gilda lifted her many-clawed hand scratched the back of her head. She sighed briefly. “Look. You really need to go out more and...” Gilda stopped and turned in a direction.

I heard a scream and I immediately turned in a direction. We saw a familiar pony is holding a younger-looking Sunset Shimmer who whimpered and screamed as she tried running away. Blood is running from her eyes and mouth.

“Greetings. This one is new.” That familiar pony, Twilight, spoke with a smile on her face. “She met Gilda a while back and then ran away.” Her hands are glowing green as we saw Sunset Shimmer gone from pale to healthy coloring.

“Code Dalet Indigo?” The Griffin spoke with a raised eyebrow. I nodded briefly.

“Don’t worry. Gilda won’t eat you,” Twilight said while still holding the alternate dimension Sunset Shimmer. “She prefers to eat after cooking her prey unlike the rest of her kind.” The younger Sunset Shimmer whimpered.

“Where’s Rainbow? Wasn’t she supposed to be the one giving a tour?” I asked.

“She gave the tour privileges to me.” Twilight smiled creepily. Her eyes and mouth became darker than the abyss. Black ichor begins to droop from them. Her smile reminds me of the smile that Rainbow has shown me, albeit her version has too many eyes and teeth. I could tell that the one she is holding has fainted, she smelt of urine. Until Twilight used her magic to clean her and herself.

“Aww... It was the best day of my life.” She sighed sadly. “I was about to give her to Pinkie.”

“Remember the last time Pinkie was in charge of touring the new ones?” Everyone, including the Suns and Moons above, shuddered at my question.

“DO NOT REMIND US OF THE PINK MENACE.” The First Sun spoke.

“WE DO NOT WISH TO REMEMBER THE HORROR FROM THE PINK COLOR.” The Second Sun added.

“IS THAT PERRY THE HONORARY DRACONEEQUS OVER THERE!? WHAT IS HE DOING WITH THE PARTY CANNON 5000!?” The Third Sun blurted out.

The Two Suns and the Twelve Moons turned to the third sun with a confused look.

“NOT GONNA LIE. THE THIRD ONE IS AN ACCIDENT.” The First Sun spoke once more.

“By the way, do they, the Twelve Moons, always have red tentacles in them?” Gilda asked.

“Gilda. You should check your eyesight.” Twilight said in a joking tone before chuckling. “Of course they have red tentacles, don’t be silly. After all, most of the corpses we generated are eaten by them.” She said with a wink.

“Ah don’t get it,” I said, noting that my old accent has returned briefly.

“Me neither,” Gilda uttered before staring at me. “Twilight thing?”

“Twilight thing.” I rolled my eyes.

“Well. I should be going. I’m going to give little Sunset to Pinkie and watch the anarchy unfolds. Ta-ta~!” Then she left. Literally, she slid in the left side of reality and disappeared along with the Sunset she is holding.

“I have no idea what just happened. But then again, you Ponies does those weird things a lot of times.” Gilda shrugged.

“Tell me about it,” I said before walking away. Then I stopped. “By the way, what are you doing here?”

“A faceless tall man gave me a note that says ‘Greet the other Sunset’. I greeted her and... yep. She screamed and run away.” Gilda huffed, annoyed at that other Sunset’s view to other races.

“She must be racist. But of course, we can’t know for sure unless we asked her about it.” Gilda hummed and nodded at my words.

“This is the weirdest day of my life.” We turned and saw Derpy Hooves. Her many angles breaching several possible and impossible dimensions. “I just saw two Sunsets in a single world. I think I should lay off the muffins.”

“Definitely.” Gilda rolled her eyes briefly and literally. Her eyes rolled on the floor, mid-air, on the streams of water that floated above us, and throughout reality itself.

“Would you stop that? It’s weird.” Derpy blurted out, her voice coming from everywhere and nowhere at the same time. I winced because the same voice appeared right beside me by the ear, on full volume.

“I should get going, as well. I’m taking a day off and I have to nurse this headache.” I blurted out whilst nursing my head.

“Yes?” ‘Tis Headache asked as he appeared out of nowhere.

“No. Not you, the headache in my head.”

“Oh.” ‘Tis Headache looked sadly before he disappeared.

“Was that ‘Tis Headache? Didn’t he get exiled to Mars last year?” Derpy asked and we both shrugged.

“No one really follows the banishment anymore after everyone figured out how to teleport a couple of years ago.” Gilda replied in a motonous, guttural voice.

I scooted away from them. Not literally, I don’t have a scooter. Those things don’t exist. Even if Scootaloo tells me so. I will not change my mind. Those things don’t exist!

Author's Note

First look at what happens at a Pony’s Hysteria mode. This is very terrifying in many aspects. What are they keeping inside of themselves? Was it a demon? Or something else? That’s for me to know and for you to find out.

In case you didn’t figure it out. This is a Cosmic Horror fic. Well, Reverse Cosmic Horror for everyone living in Equis Cosmica. Every single native in Cosmica is a Cosmic Horror in their own right.