Living the Dream: Beyond Canon

I’m sorry to everyone who has a character in this story. I will be ending this quickly, and there will be a lot of unhappy endings.

Also, as a change, this will be third person, not first person.

Fair warning: I do not suggest reading this if you like any of the characters. Because there is only one way to end this for good, and I think you know what that is.

This is the end: Chapter 1 (Chapter 134)

Every good thing must come to an end. No matter what it is, it will eventually end.

The same goes for people. All good people will eventually die. It doesn’t matter who they are, or what they’ve done. They’ll all die, this being a normal ending, or being a horrible ending.

Even the things you love, that being a person, a show, a book. It all ends in time.

The same goes for ponies. They will all eventually die, even if they have the ability to live forever. Sooner or later, time will claim them.

Even Lance, the one who has escaped death time and time again, will die.

Nothing can be done to prevent this....

Or can there?

One year after the events of act two (Which were never told)

Canterlot, the royal city of Equestria where the two royal sisters and their spouses rule. One of the more peaceful parts of the land. Or, so it is thought.

Deep down in the bowls of this city, there is a group. A group who formed at the beginning of the brony invasion, the time when the humans known as bronies started appearing in the land. This group, it’s intentions of evil, was formed to assess this new threat.

Even after the bronies became part of normal life, the group remained. Their eyes closed to them, only seeing them as invaders.

During this group's existence, they’ve formed many bonds, gained followers, and most notably, brought about the resurrection of an old foe.

As the saying goes; the things you despise the most always finds a way to return to you.

Canterlot streets, midnight

Alone in the dark streets, a lone figure walked. Their head held downward, with something in their teeth. Their intentions unknown.

They stalked through the night, keeping to the shadows.

As they reached a house, it’s windows dark, they trotted up to the door. A light glow engulfed a piece of paper, which lifted up to the door and a knife, removed from the teeth of the figure, pressed into it, sticking it to the door.

They then quickly stole into the night, leaving the house and the paper behind.

Canterlot, morning

As the sun crept into the room, coming to a stop on Lance’s face, Lance Greenfield sat up and yawned.

He looked around the brightly lit room and rubbed his face, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. After a short while, he slide out of bed and set about doing his morning routine.

Once he finished up, he goes downstairs to find his wife, Twilight Sparkle, asleep on the couch, a book in front of her. He smiled and thought waking her, but decided against it.

Instead, he walked into the kitchen and made a quick breakfast. He quickly made and ate a few pancakes before leaving the kitchen and walking back into the living room.

In the living room, he ran into his son, Spark Greenfield, who looked to have just woken up.

Lance smiled down at his son. “Goodmorning, sleepyhead.”

Spark looked at him and shook his head. “Be quiet dad...”

Lance chuckled and rumbled up his sons mane. “Someone get up on the wrong side of the bed?”

“Shut up...” Spark groaned as he walked past Lance and into the kitchen.

Lance smiled at his son and turned to walk for the front door. He opened it and walked out.

When he was outside, he took a deep breath and smiled. He turned to close the door, but was taken back by a piece of paper stuck to his door by a knife. Confused, he used his mouth to pull the knife out and pulled the piece of paper off of it.

He lifted the paper to his eyes and read over it.

Are you ready, brony?

“What the...” Lance said with a raised eyebrow as he read over it again.

Off in the distance, a figure stood, a smirk on it’s face. “So it begins.”

Canterlot palace

“So, you found this on your door?” Frederic asked, as Lance stood in front of him.

“Uh-huh,” Lance said with a nod. “But I don’t know why it was stuck to my door.”

“Well, you have made a few enemies in the past,” Frederic stated.

“True, but...” Lance began before hearing the door to the chamber open.

As they looked to see who had entered, they saw Greg, a note in his magical grasp.

“Okay, who’s the motherfucker who stabbed this piece of crap into my door?!” Greg asked in an annoyed voice, stomping towards Frederic and Lance.

Greg, the stoner of the group, or he use to. As of recent, he has stopped smoking weed, as he finally noticed the effect it was having on him after long term and continues use.

“You too?” Lance asked as he turned towards Greg.

“Me too what?! I just want to know who the bitch is who stuck this to my door!” Greg half yelled at Lance.

“Well, I guess you’re not the only one, Lance,” Frederic noted, looking between the two. “I wonder if the others have gotten something like this?”

“But I do wonder,” Frederic began. “Is what the purpose of this is? There is no demands, or anything asking us to do something. It’s just plainly asks if you’re ready.”

“But with your past and terrible luck, we’re taking this as a threat,” Shining Armor said as he walked into the chamber. He had apparently been listening in on the conversation.

“What are you going to do about it?” Lance asked.

“Simple,” Shining Armor began. “We’re going to send out a few guards to ask questions, and we’re going to examine those pages. If the ink is still fresh enough, we’ll be able to...”

As he was talking, Star Chaser, Frederic’s son, walked into the chamber with a note in his mouth.

“Dad, me and Nova found this on your window in the study,” he said, giving the paper to his father.

“I know, Lance and Greg have gotten the... same...” he trailed off as he read over the paper. “Never mind, this one is different.”

“It is?” Lance asked, taking a step closer to Frederic.

“Yes,” Frederic said as he levitated the paper over to Lance.

Lance snatched it from the air and placed it on the floor to read.

“It starts with five,” Lance read aloud.

“What’s that mean, dad?” Star Chaser asked, a confused look on his face.

“Go back to your room, Chaser,” Frederic said, giving him a look that demanded he obeyed.

As Star Chaser quickly left the chamber, Shining Armor spoke up.

“It starts with five? What’s that suppose to mean? Are they saying they’re going to take five bronies, or something?”

“I do not know,” Frederic stated.

“Sounds like some crazy shit is about to go down,” Greg said with a nod as he looked at everyone.

“Indeed,” Frederic said. “I think our first action would be to gather all the bronies in this area and keep them safe. There haven’t been any new ones lately, have there?”

Lance shook his head. “No, there’s been a few who have came through here, but none of them have stayed. So it’s still just all of us, luckily.”

“Good, this makes it easier on us.” Frederic looked at Lance. “Lance, I want you to gather your family and bring them here.”

Lance gave a nod.

“The same goes for you Greg,” Frederic said, looking at Greg.

“Can do,” Greg acknowledged.

“And after you’re done with that, I want you to gather the other bronies here, okay?”

“Easy,” Lance said with a nod.

“Sure,” Greg chuckled.

“Good, now go. We have work to do here,” Frederic ordered as he and Shining Armor quickly made off for another room.

As Lance turned to head out of the chamber, Greg spoke.

“Just like old time?”

Lance smiled. “Just like old times.”

???

“Oh? They’re moving? Excellent. They’re doing everything we thought they would.”

“Should I tell him?”

“Yes, tell the master that we’re ready to begin phase one.”

“Does that mean you’ll be going...”

“Yes, it does. Now go and tell him while I prepare!”

“Yes... of course...”

Canterlot

Cody walked down the street, his mail bag strapped across his back.

He had just finished his run for the day and was planning on heading back to his house, as it was getting late.

“Hey, Cody!” a stallion off to the side of the street called out.

Cody looked his way and waved, “Hey, Cloud Hoof, having a good day?”

“Sure am,” he called back with a chuckle as he walked back into his shop.

Cody smiled and continued on his way.

After a few more minutes of walking, he arrived at his house, which he shared with his wife and son.

He trotted in through the door and put his bag next to the door. “Ditzy, I’m home,” he called out as he walked into the kitchen.

He picked up a apple and took a bite out of it as he trotted into the hallway.

“Ditzy? You home yet?” he yelled out as he bite into the apple again and stepped into the living room.

“They’re not home yet, luckily,” a voice suddenly said.

Before Cody could react, a field of magic enveloped him and slammed him downward into the hard floor.

“This was easier than expected,” the unidentified pony said with a laugh.

Cody tried to say something, but was unable to due to the magic holding him.

“You’re in for one crazy ride, filth,” the pony said.

A second later, a dark veil fall over Cody’s face, followed by a pulse of magic.

Five minutes later

Lance ran down the street, heading for his moms house.

He had already retrieved six of the other bronies, and luckily, his mother was the last one.