Author's Note
My name is Fireflower and this is my fourteenth My Little Pony Fanfic, using normal canon characters that is rated T for Teen; therefore, it is no clopfic whatsoever but it is my thirteenth flashfic on this website: matter of fact, it took me about less than a day total to make this because it was for a contest y'all know of so to speak.
Anyways, I just want to state for the record My Little Pony, or rather Friendship Is Magic along with its setting and characters belong to Lauren Faust and Hasbro: of course, you'd already know about it since you'd been reading my stories for a long time so to speak of; speaking of which, this story is influenced by some brainrot parody so I'd like to apologize.
Enjoy it while you can 'cause I had to tone it down for the sake of the word count: seeing that it's there now, it was inevitable to come up with something to fill up a void in my mind all the same; in addition, the name of this chapter is so self–explanatory, it barely needs an explanation whatsoever except for the fact I'd dreamt of this cursed fan animation.
Change The Dreamworld
It was a warm sunny day in the neighborhood within Ponyville where its denizens had resided, moving to and fro all the same: out of them two ponies, a cyan pegasus with a rainbow mane and a white unicorn with mulberry tress, traveled on a dirt road; although the distance was great, they were still together enough to be within range so to speak of, not that either of them had minded.
“Rainbow, why couldn’t we wait for the map to boot up and send us to wherever there is a friendship problem…?” the pointy pony had asked as they were both walking past a massive homestead, looking around to find nothing but trees and fields on her left and right sides respectively.
The eponymous mare answered the white unicorn almost instantaneously as the former snagged a spectral apple without a care in the whole wide world whatsoever, “come on Rarity, now that we’ve gotten freetime, we can’t afford to sit around in our own homes all day; we got a whole entire world to explore…”
Nazi punks fuck off
All fail Britannia
Axis Britannica crumble
away to underground, brah
muttered a distant voice, lacking not only feminine charms and trinkets but also some sheer coherence as the two were now drawn to the source like fish to a hook
Neo–Confederate noobs
Need not apply
Hatred in the veins
Why won’t you die?!
It wasn’t long until they’d stumbled across a man in white laying next to a fence, his skin darker than the ground but more colorful than the hair on his head which had rested upon a taupe bag; the only article of clothing which had stood out and about were a pair of emerald splashed trainers with its strings struggling to stay in place and shape in the meantime.
“Who’s this creature…?” Rarity asked.
Rainbow replied, “I dunno: this has to be Fluttershy’s problem but she’s sick today; hello, sir, you okay…?”
“Hmm… sorry, hadn’t gotten any sleep lately, not since that bender I’d been on; honestly, I’m real pissed off at myself lately…” he’d stammered, struggling to stay awake and alert now that two ponies were nearby him at long last, calm on the outside no less, “to tell you the truth lately, I’d wanted to make a name for myself when I was young but now I can feel it slipping away…”
Screw em back
dirty hack
slash and bake
burned at stake
a similar voice emanated from a small device the tired man took out, accompanied by a repetition of riffs and screeching so to speak of.
At this moment in time, he’d struggled to stand up on both feet as his hands were now scratching above the shirt slightly, turning away as he’d leaned on a fence with a groan, “nowadays, no one wants to see or hear me, at least not anymore; it makes angry and stuff, especially after what I’d been seeing lately…”
“I don’t mind it at all, you just need to keep working hard at it and you’ll definitely find an audience; practice makes perfect…” the cyan pegasus chimed as she’d disappeared in a flash of prismatic light before the tired man’s eyes, too worn out by the weight within, “besides, did you see that Rainboom; how cool was that…?!”
“Hey, now, I just remembered something: you two little ponies happened to be fighting a bunch toilets with masks and stuff…” he’d stammered about as both of his eyebrows arched at them, a killer instinct starting to rise like a planet’s sea level in due time.
This had earned a bewildered look from the mares themselves as Rainbow said, “no, we’ve never spoken to you before tomorrow…”
“Yeah, no, I freaking met you two before: you were going up against some heads that crawled out of the drain from nowhereland…” the tired man retorted as his voice became low and husky, stabilizing itself as even Rarity was starting to prepare herself for what came next, “you must be those nightmares that messed me up, Diamond and Spectrum of all ponies…!”
“Okay, I see what’s going on: look, you just happened to have lost a lot of sleep recently, happens to the lot of us; how about we find a nice little sleep clinic to help you much more safely…?” the white unicorn suggested as she was walking over to the cyan pegasus’ side slowly but surely no less.
The second Rarity’s horn glowed up, he’d flinched in an instant, spitting out dryly with such dead heat into his voice altogether, “witch, shut up, you trying to trick me, trying to put smoke into my head and shit, bruh…!”
“Not at all… why don’t we all just calm down; what do you say, sir…?” Rainbow asked as she slowly stretched out her fore hoof in the tired man’s general direction, “besides, you look like you’ve been sleepwalking through Tartarus…”
“Man, I don’t know what to think anymore, I don’t know what to think anymore; get out of my head, goddammit, GET OUT OF MY HEAD…!” he’d screamed at long last, pulling out a jet–black pistol to aim at the mares nearby him as they were now caught off–guard almost immediately no less.
Even with the white unicorn’s horn already as blue as her eyes, they were all filled with fear as the tired man had taken aim at both her and the cyan pegasus without any warning all the worthwhile; out of the two, Rarity attempted to talk him down and out so to speak of, “PLEASE, DON’T DO THIS; I’M BEGGING YOU…!”
Nevertheless, sixteen shots were fired at their shared direction, no doubt the work from the likes of him whom was at wits’ end: thankfully, they were all caught in midair, stopping between the mares and their attacker as the metal pieces were held in place; still, he’d ended falling back to the earth, this time unable to remain conscious like he’d done earlier before the whole attack.
