Post Credit Scene 1: Another Sinister Team-Up
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My Little Pony: No Way Home Post-Credits Scenes
Post Credit Scene 1: Another Sinister Team-Up
Author's Note
Due to how much I loved Battwell's My Little Pony/Spider-Man crossover story My Little Pony: No Way Home, I thought I'd post both of my fanmade post-credits scenes here to show you all what I think might've happened after the adventure ended.
Hope you enjoy, and let me know your thoughts and opinions about them!
Spoilers for those who had not seen Morbius yet.
Post Credit Scene 1: Another Sinister Team-Up
Meanwhile, in another, another, another, another, another, another, another, another, another, another, another, another, ANOTHER universe...
Unbeknownst to anypony in Equestria, one of the tears in the multiverse appeared in the sky over Manhattan, the citizens down below unaware of the phenomenon. In an empty prison cell titled "B-022", a yellow glow similar to the one that sent the Spider-Men, Venom, and the cured villains back to their homes shined brightly before dissipating to reveal an African-American teenager wearing a prison uniform.
This was Liz Allan.
Looking around in shock and confusion, Liz took notice of a mirror in the cell. She looked herself over to see if she was still in one piece. To her relief, she was. The relief turned to fear when she took in her surroundings. What happened? One minute she was about to head to her trial, the next minute she was here. Were her parents okay? Her father Adrian Toomes lost his job because of the self-righteous Tony Stark, aka Iron Man, so she started selling leftover alien tech through the black market to help make more money to provide for them. Did they know where she was? What's going to happen to them? All those thoughts swirled in her mind as she tried to calm herself down and quipped to ease the tension while she figured things out,
"Hope the food's better around here than at the other place."
"The bizarre story developing at the Manhattan Detention Center when a teenager identifying herself as "Liz Allan" simply appeared out of nowhere in an otherwise empty cell."
Liz, still clad in her prison uniform, is later seen being led out of the prison by police officers into a police cruiser, who were just as confused as to how she got there as she was.
"A hearing has been said that could likely lead to her immediate release."
Inside the car, Liz looks outside the backseat window, her instincts telling her that this Manhattan is not the one she knows.
"Might as well learn everything I can about this place," she said.
A Few Months Later
On the outskirts of Manhattan, a car zoomed across the road while the sun lowered behind the hills. The occupants inside the car wore unsure and nervous expressions. Just a few hours ago, they got a message from an anonymous source asking to meet them at the abandoned lighthouse outside of town. The man driving the car checked the GPS to make sure they were still on the right route. The woman sitting next to him glanced at him with concern before looking at her boyfriend in the backseat; he was also concerned about what was going on. A tense silence engulfed the car as they headed to their destination.
Finally, well into nightfall, they arrived at the location. The man parked the car at the base of a dilapidated lighthouse and exited out of the driver's seat while his companions did the same. Now outside of the vehicle, the three people's physical appearances could be properly seen. The driver was a young man in his 30s who had long, black hair, a full beard on his face, a well-built, yet still slender figure, and he wore black clothing.
His name was Dr. Michael Morbius. He was also known by some as The Living Vampire.
Morbius looked at his companions; the man from the backseat was a tall, muscular, clean-shaven man in his 20s while the woman who sat in the front seat was a beautiful redhead with an hourglass-figure who was taller than Morbius, but shorter than her boyfriend, also in her 20s.
They were Trevor Alexanders and Sapphire 'Sypha' Jackson, one a descendant of vampire/monster hunters and the other gifted with powerful magic. Trevor wore a leather vest, light brown pants, and a sword safely tucked in its sheath. Sapphire had dark green leather pants, a long-sleeved velvet shirt, and what appeared to be a turquoise cowl wrapped around her neck.
"You two ready?" Morbius asked.
"Honestly? Not so much," Trevor answered in an English accent. "We don't even know what this guy," he caught his girlfriend looking at him dryly, "or girl wants with us."
"I'm with Trev," Sapphire said in a Scottish accent. "Why would anybody want to meet us somewhere faraway from public eyes? Doesn't that sound suspicious to you?"
Morbius understood their concerns, but the message clearly stated that they were to come alone, no one else. If they were to bring anybody else, they could risk having that fourth party harmed or worse. He wasn't willing to risk that. Not after what happened last year.
"I get it, you guys, really I do. But if we did come with backup, who knows what this guy could do to them. I won't risk that to anyone." He then looked at his watch to check the time. It was 7:18 PM. He sighed. The anonymous person said that they would be here at this precise time. So where were they?
Just then, Morbius’s ears twitched and he looked around trying to discern where the noise was coming from. Trevor and Sapphire noticed.
"Mike?"
"What's the matter?"
“You two hear that?”
Trevor and Sapphire listened more closely until they heard what appeared to be jet engines roaring in the distance, turning their attention to the dried up seabed. Four lights were speeding towards them. Unconsciously, Morbius flexed his claws out and narrowed his eyes, Trevor gripped the hilt of his sword, and Sapphire conjured up some fireballs in her hands. The three prepared for themselves for a likely conflict.
The lights eventually revealed themselves to be attached to a figure wearing a pilot's jacket over a specialized flying suit with metallic feminine body armor, a pair of talons attached on high heeled boots, a detachable steel winged harness, and a modified pilot's helmet that resembled a bird's head. It was none other than Liz Allan, or as she's more commonly known as while wearing the suit in her universe, the Vulturess. The Vulturess slowly descended toward the trio as her wing thrusters powered down.
"Dr. Morbius, Mr. Alexander, and Ms. Jackson, thanks for meeting me here," she said behind her helmet.
Morbius quirked an eyebrow, "You know of us?" he asked.
"I've done some research about you three since I arrived."
"What do you want?" Trevor demanded.
"Straight to the point, eh? I can respect that. Well, I have a little... proposition to make with you guys."
"And what would that be?" Sapphire asked.
"At the moment, I'm not really sure how I got here. Or where 'here' is, exactly. But I feel like it has something to do with Spider-Man… I think. I'm still trying to figure this place out, but I think a bunch of people like us should... join forces, you know? And do some good."
Morbius, Trevor, and Sapphire looked at each other in contemplation. They only met this woman and she’s saying they should team up with her, right off the bat. They don't know why, but they've got a suspicious feeling that this team she's talking about is meant for more… sinister reasons. They shared nods. They'll play along and see if she’s being truthful or not. Their decision made, Morbius turned back to face the Vulturess.
"Your offer sounds... intriguing. We're listening."
My Little Pony: No Way Home Post-Credits Scenes
Post Credit Scene 2: Losing the Point
Author's Note
Warning: Some point puns ahead!
Just thought I'd point it out.
Post Credit Scene 2: Losing the Point
Meanwhile, in Nueva York, Earth-928…
In a spacious darkly-lit hallway, a holograph projection of a woman materialized from pixels and looked at who was in front of her. The woman appeared to have a slender figure, light brown hair, and chestnut brown eyes. She wore a pair of pink heart-shaped sunglasses, glittery high heels, and an oversized faux fur coat that covered up most of her body sans her elegant legs.
Her name was Lyla, an AI short for LYrate Lifeform Approximation. Lyla started talking to someone, "You’re rather late."
"Can’t all be there at once," an unknown voice retorted.
"A text or call might have been nice," Lyla retorted back.
"I was gone for less than two hours. What happened?" the voice asked.
Lyla got to the point, "Okay, okay, okay. I know what it looks like, but... here's the good news."
The person the voice belonged to rolled his eyes exasperatedly, "Oh boy, here we go."
Lyla materialized six screens for him to watch, showcasing the events that occurred in Equestria: Doc Ock battling the Princesses and the Mane Six; Electro's rampage in the Crystal Empire; the ponies meeting the Spider-Men; the Mane Six, Princesses, Shining Armor, Spider-Men, and Venom facing off against the Sinister Syndicate in Manehattan; Twilight and Green Goblin's final showdown; and the last screen showing Twilight sacrificing her newfound Alicorn status to save Equestria.
"The multiverse did not collapse."
"Oh, cool! That’s great!" the voice dismissively said.
"A little touch and go. It all worked out perfectly."
"Great story, great story," he waved off before asking, "Hey, did you finish the MacGuffin?"
A device resembling a wrist gauntlet appeared right in front of him.
"It’s not a “MacGuffin.” Its real term is “gizmo,”" Lyla reiterated.
The voice sighed in annoyance, "You always have to call me out? It's just really frustrating and that bums me out."
"Don't get too excited, Miguel O’Hara. It's just a prototype," Lyla snarked.
"I’m cool as a cucumber. I don’t get too excited easily," the person now known as 'Miguel O’Hara' snarked back.
The gizmo attached itself to the wrist of a figure that appeared to be another Spider-Man. The difference was that the suit looked slightly altered, being prominently ultramarine blue with some hints of red on the arms, chest, and mask. The spider insignia on his chest partially looked more like a skull, he had two red spikes jutting out from each of his arms, red highlights to indicate where the eyes were instead of eye lenses, clawed fingers, and a torn piece of web-like glider cloth made of light byte attached to the back that was fashioned into a small cape to help him glide.
This was Miguel O'Hara, also known as Spider-Man 2099.
"But you could be the first person to make an autonomous multiverse jump, or possibly the last."
Miguel quirked an eyebrow, "Okay, so we're just... gonna roll the dice on this?"
Lyla appeared next to him, leaning her elbow on his shoulder.
"So what do you say, sweetheart? Where do you wanna go first?" she asked.
Miguel thought for a moment before an idea came to his head.
"How’s about we start at the beginning, one more time?" he suggested. "Ponyland-82."
Ponyland-82
Galaxy, Minty, Rosedust, Lickety-Split, Lofty, and North Star were trotting down the road on a peaceful day in Ponyland. Suddenly, a portal appears out of the sky, catching their attention. Jumping out of the portal was Miguel, who landed in front of the group as the portal closed up.
North Star's eyes nearly bulged out, "Woah!"
"What the—?" Galaxy gaped.
"I'm Spider-Man. I need you all to come with me," Miguel introduced himself.
"Who the heck are you?" Minty asked while pointing a hoof at him.
Caught off-guard by the response, Miguel tried to get back on point and regain control of the situation and pointed a finger back, "I — I just told you guys that — Listen, listen: I'm from the future in my universe."
Rosedust's eyes narrowed, "Hey! How dare you point at us?"
"You — you guys were pointing first!" Miguel argued.
"It’s not nice to point! It’s very rude!" Lickety-Split chastised.
At that point, Miguel started to get frustrated with the group of ponies hypocritically blaming him for something he did when they did it first, losing the point on why he was here in the first place, "You're all being very rude! You're not even believing what I'm saying, you're saying I'm not who I say I am when I tell you who I am —"
Unbeknownst to them, their argument was being observed by none other than a confused Megan, Molly and Danny.
"Which one pointed first?" Molly asked.
Megan shrugged, "I don’t know. It happened so quickly."
Danny was simply unable to process any words.
There was no point in denying it. This squabble could take a while, as both sides had rather poorly pointed points about pointing.
By this point onward, the silly argument about pointing between the Web-Slinger of 2099 and the Mane Group of Ponyland escalated with them having their sentences overlap with the other's, making the words sound unintelligible.
Case in point.
"— You're all pointing at me right now, as you say that!" Miguel shouted.
"We’re not pointing, you're pointing!" Lickety-Split retorted.
"Look at you! Look at your hooves! Look at your hooves right now! What you're doing! You're pointing!" Miguel heatedly pointed out.
"We’re just pointing at your pointing!" Lofty reiterated pointedly.
"Yeah, which is different than normal pointing!" Rose Dust offered in her points.
"YOU ARE ALL ACCUSING ME OF POINTING WHILE YOU'RE—!" Miguel, practically at his breaking point, yelled out, pointing both of his fingers at the ponies and starting to angrily hop up and down, on the point of doing something very not nice to them.
Muzzle pointed, North Star shook a hoof in aggravation, "You haven't seen pointing until we’re through with you, and then you'll know—"
A title card reading “To be continued!” appeared abruptly while the classic theme songs of Spider-Man and My Little Pony played in the background, signaling another adventure will happen... for another time, that is.