Project Uma Kyōkai

by Elk1

Rating: teen
Tags: Spike, Suicide / Self Harm, Adventure, Violence, Death, Human, Main 6, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Sad, Original Character, Mystery
Length: 24188

Agent [REDACTED] finds himself in this odd new world, his to explore.

Begin Transcript: You are Agent [REDACTED]. You have been selected on a special mission, titled ‘Project Uma Kyōkai’. Dr. Kugelblitz discovered this portal to a new world very recently, but hasn’t dared to explore it himself. You have been selected for this mission. You will be provided with a side arm, food and water that should last you long enough to get settled. You will be retrieved in 5 years. Do not disappoint. End Transcript.

Small edit: This is the first time I am posting a story before it is nearly/completely finished. I’m planning on this one to be a long one. For some context, the beginning of this story takes place 3 months before Twilight Sparkle is to arrive in Ponyville on episode 1.

Published 2025-01-10 04:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2025-01-16 21:50:34 UTC

Act XIII: Major Breakthrough

The morning light poured through your window as you prepared for the day ahead. Grabbing a bag of tools and materials, you set out toward the hidden spider-tank. It had been years since you worked with technology from your world, but something about today felt different. A determination brewed within you—this wasn’t just about fixing a machine; it was about reclaiming a piece of your past.

When you arrived at the site, the tank sat quietly under its camouflage of branches. The morning dew clung to the leaves, and the air was still. You pulled back the foliage, revealing the machine’s scorched and battered frame. After a moment of hesitation, you crouched to assess the damage.

“Alright, let’s see what we’re working with,” you murmured, flipping open the manual.

The damage was significant but not insurmountable. A few frayed wires here, some internal damage to the hydraulic systems there—nothing you couldn’t handle with time and focus. Hours passed as you worked with meticulous care, consulting the manual, reconnecting wires, and patching up the frame. The process was exhausting, but you refused to stop.

By the time the sun was nearing its zenith, you wiped the sweat from your brow and stepped back to admire your work. The machine looked more whole, its form no longer jagged with damage. Taking a deep breath, you climbed into the cockpit.

The moment you sat down, the screens around you flickered to life. Lights illuminated the dark interior, and the glass canopy began to lower over your head. The tank groaned and hissed as its systems reactivated, and you felt the chassis lift off the ground. The spider-like legs straightened, hoisting the cockpit nearly seven feet in the air.

“Whoa,” you breathed, marveling at the view.

Suddenly, a small screen projected in front of you. On it appeared the image of a robotic woman dressed in a lab coat, her expression neutral but welcoming.

“W-welcome to Spider-Tank Omega-455,” the voice said, slightly distorted by static. “H-how can I assist you today?”

You blinked in surprise. “You can talk?”

The robotic woman tilted her head slightly. “Y-you do not appear to be [Pilot ID: Delta]. Please return this machine to [REDACTED].”

You sighed. “Sorry, but that’s not going to happen. I don’t even know how to get back to where you came from.”

The robot seemed to process this information. After a moment, she nodded. “Acknowledged. T-transferring temporary pilot-ship to [Enter Pilot ID].”

A keyboard appeared in front of you. Hesitating only briefly, you typed your name.

“Welcome, [Pilot ID: Agent],” the robotic woman said. “I hope we make a good team.”

The screen disappeared, and two control handles emerged on either side of your seat. Tentatively, you grabbed them and pushed forward. The machine moved, its legs responding fluidly to your commands.

“Yes! Yes, I did it!” you exclaimed, your voice echoing in the cockpit.

The spider-tank moved slowly at first, but as you grew more confident, you pushed the controls further, and the machine surged forward. The sound of its legs pounding against the earth filled the air as you tested its speed and maneuverability.

After experimenting with the tank’s movement, you came to a halt in a secluded clearing. Curious, you glanced at the control panel, noticing several buttons with cryptic labels.

“Hey, robot, what does this button do?” you asked, pointing at a glowing switch.

The robotic woman reappeared on the screen. “That button activates the gravity shield. It can grip and repel incoming projectiles.”

Impressed, you nodded and pointed to another button. “And this one?”

“That activates the dual GAU-21 machine guns for target neutralization.”

You hesitated, then pressed the button. With a hum, two sleek, turret-like guns emerged from the sides of the tank. The triggers on the control handles released, and you could feel their subtle resistance beneath your fingers.

“Fire when ready,” the robot said calmly.

“Not now. No threats,” you replied, deactivating the weapons. The guns retracted seamlessly back into the chassis.

Satisfied with your progress, you began piloting the tank back toward Fluttershy’s cottage. But before you reached the outskirts of Ponyville, a familiar voice called out.

“What is THAT!?” Twilight Sparkle’s shout was filled with alarm. She stood at a distance, her mane slightly frazzled and her expression wide-eyed.

You activated the external speaker. “Uh, Twilight, it’s me. Let me explain. Follow me.”

Twilight hesitated, her gaze flickering between you and the machine. After a tense moment, she nodded and trotted cautiously after you as you guided the tank to a more secluded location. Once hidden from view, you powered down the tank and climbed out of the cockpit.

Twilight paced nervously in front of the machine, her tail flicking with agitation. “What is this thing? You told me humans didn’t have magic!”

You raised your hands defensively. “We don’t. This isn’t magic—it’s technology. Think of it like... mechanical ingenuity. It’s how humans solve problems.”

Twilight frowned, stepping closer to the machine. Her horn glowed faintly as she scanned it. “It’s... incredible, but also terrifying. Why does it have weapons?”

You sighed. “Because it’s a military prototype. I didn’t build it, but I found it damaged and abandoned. I thought I could repair it and use it for good.”

The robotic woman’s image appeared on the external screen, startling Twilight.

“Hello,” the robot said, her tone polite but mechanical. “You must be [Unidentified Pony]. How can I assist you?”

Twilight jumped slightly, her eyes wide. “It talks?”

You nodded. “Yeah, meet... uh, do you have a name?”

The robot paused. “Designation: Omega-455. However, you may assign a nickname if preferred.”

Twilight tilted her head, her curiosity overtaking her wariness. “It’s... intelligent?”

“Artificially, yeah,” you explained. “It’s not alive, but it can process and respond to information.”

Twilight stepped closer to the screen, her skepticism fading. “This is fascinating. Its design is unlike anything I’ve ever seen. But... are you sure it’s safe?”

You placed a reassuring hand on the tank’s frame. “I’ve deactivated the weapons unless I specifically authorize them. It’s just a machine, Twilight. It only does what I tell it to.”

Twilight sighed but nodded slowly. “I want to believe you, but I still think we should keep this hidden for now. If other ponies saw it, they might panic.”

You couldn’t argue with her logic. “Agreed. I’ll only use it when necessary, and I’ll make sure it stays out of sight.”

Twilight hesitated before offering a tentative smile. “Alright. But you owe me a detailed explanation about how it works later.”

“Deal,” you said with a grin.

As Twilight trotted away, her head still half-turned toward the tank in fascination, you climbed back into the cockpit.

“New mission parameters?” the robotic woman asked.

“For now, let’s keep a low profile,” you said, feeling a renewed sense of responsibility.

The spider-tank wasn’t just a relic of your world—it was a reminder of what humans could create. And now, in this strange new world, it was in your hands.

Prologue

It was a sunny summer day in 1977 on Earth. You and your brother were playing in the garden, the sun casting golden rays on the wildflowers and the smell of fresh-cut grass filling the air. You remember the laughter, the carefree moments of childhood—but even then, a shadow loomed over your family. When the Military drafted your father, the laughter grew quieter. You swore to yourself that one day, you would join the ranks and bring him back. That promise drove you for years, through grueling training, sleepless nights, and the bitter taste of disappointment when every lead turned cold. You never did find him.

Now, you’re stuck doing the Military’s bidding until your contract ends in ten long years. Ten years of orders, missions, and silence. Ten years of wondering if you’d made the right choices. But today, something is different.

You were in the middle of a mundane task when the call came through. Summoned to an unmarked office on the base, you found yourself standing before your commander. The room was sterile, the walls painted an unassuming beige, but the weight in the air was anything but ordinary. Your commander stood by a desk, his face partially shadowed as he stared at a nearby wall. A thin file folder lay unopened in front of him.

“Agent [REDACTED], it’s good to see you,” he said, his voice as measured and cold as ever.

You didn’t respond. Over the years, you’d learned that silence often said more than words ever could. He didn’t seem to mind.

“I have a proposition for you,” he continued, finally turning to meet your gaze. “A mission unlike any other. If you complete it, you will be released from your contract the moment it ends. Fail, and you will serve out your full term.”

The weight of his words settled heavily on your shoulders. Freedom—a chance to walk away from this life and start anew. But the unspoken risks hung in the air. You breathed deeply and nodded. Not like you had much of a choice.

The commander opened the folder, revealing grainy black-and-white photographs and typewritten reports. He gestured for you to sit, though his own posture remained rigid.

“The mission is classified as Project Uma Kyōkai,” he began, sliding the folder toward you. “Dr. Kugelblitz, one of our leading researchers, recently discovered a portal to... another world.”

The words hung in the air, almost surreal. Another world? You scanned the photographs, which showed what appeared to be shimmering anomalies in otherwise ordinary landscapes. A forest clearing. An empty warehouse. The edges of the anomalies pulsed faintly, as if alive.

“We’ve sent probes through,” he continued, his tone detached, “but no human has yet entered. That’s where you come in. Your mission is to explore this world, gather intelligence, and survive. You will be provided with a sidearm, enough food and water to last until you establish self-sufficiency, and minimal instructions. You will be retrieved in five years.”

Five years. The number echoed in your mind. Five years in an unknown world, cut off from everything and everyone you knew.

“You’ll have no support,” the commander said, his voice sharp and final. “Failure is not an option. Dismissed.”

You left the office with the folder clutched in your hand, the weight of your new reality pressing down on you. The portal, the mission, the promise of freedom—it all felt distant and dreamlike, yet the cold steel of the sidearm issued to you reminded you it was all too real.

As you prepared for departure, you thought of the garden in 1977. Of your brother’s laughter and the vows you’d made. You didn’t know what awaited you on the other side of that portal, but one thing was clear: there was no turning back now.

Act I: Reality Shift

Three scientists stood outside the room you were standing in. Through the glass, you could see the frame of the portal sitting idle, an unassuming structure wrapped in wires and humming faintly. You took a deep breath, the gas mask on your face adjusting to the minor pressure change. The air tasted sterile, almost metallic.

Dr. Kugelblitz’s voice crackled through the radio, his thick German accent filling the silence. “Ze machine vill be turning on soon. I recommend you prepare yourself. Ze process is loud.”

You stood still, hands by your side, watching the portal frame as the scientists busied themselves with last-minute checks. The hum grew louder, turning into a deep, mechanical whir. A small breeze stirred in the room, tugging at the edges of your uniform. The frame began to crackle with energy, faint arcs of purple light sparking across its surface. Then, within the frame, a swirling mass of violet energy burst into existence, twisting and churning like a storm contained within a window.

“We wish you ze best of luck, Agent [REDACTED],” Kugelblitz said one last time.

You didn’t respond. Without hesitation, you stepped forward and into the portal.

It felt like falling. A disorienting rush of motion overtook you, and for a moment, you couldn’t tell up from down. Then, just as abruptly, you landed on soft grass. Warm sunlight bathed your face, and the air smelled sweet and fresh. You pushed yourself up slowly, your limbs still tingling from the transition.

Turning back, you watched as the portal—now flickering and unstable—dissipated into nothingness. There was no going back now. You reached for your backpack, retrieving the file you’d been given. The bold letters on the cover read “Equestria.” You still didn’t understand why they’d named it that, but the word lingered in your mind.

Opening the file, you glanced at the blurry photographs taken by probes. They revealed a world teeming with life, though details were scarce. Sighing, you slid the file back into your pack and scanned your surroundings. In the distance, a small town nestled among rolling hills caught your eye.

“Hm, intelligent life?” you muttered. “This could be interesting.”

Adjusting your sidearm, you began to walk toward the town. The weight of the pistol on your hip was a reassuring constant in an otherwise alien landscape. As you approached, you found yourself drawn to the pastel colors and strange architecture. The buildings looked like something out of a children’s storybook, and the closer you got, the more surreal it became.

Hiding behind a bush at the edge of the town, you froze. Horses. They were everywhere, but they weren’t like any horses you’d seen before. Their colors ranged from bright pink to deep blue, and some of them had horns or wings. What’s more, they were talking. Conversing like people.

Nobody had warned you about this.

“Hello?” a soft voice said from behind you.

You whipped around, startled. Standing a few feet away was a timid yellow horse with wings. Her wide eyes fixed on you, filled with equal parts curiosity and fear. Before you could react, she let out a small yelp.

“Eep!” she cried and bolted, disappearing into the trees.

“That’s not good,” you muttered. Standing, you brushed yourself off and began to follow her. Whatever these creatures were, you needed to know more about them. You touched your sidearm, feeling the cold steel beneath your fingers. Whether you calmed her or silenced her depended entirely on how these ‘horses’ dealt with humans.

You couldn’t help but scoff as you walked. “‘Equestria,’” you said to yourself. “Like horses. Real clever.”

Act II: A Secret

Act II: A Secret

You ran, following the yellow horse as fast as you could. Her panic-fueled flight carried her further and further ahead, her wings flapping sporadically as she darted through the trees. Despite your determination, you struggled to keep up. Just when you thought she might vanish entirely, her hooves caught on a root. With a small cry, she tumbled to the ground in a heap.

Breathing heavily, you approached her cautiously. She lay trembling, her hooves covering her eyes as if to shield herself from whatever she imagined you might do. You reached up and pulled off your gas mask, letting the fresh air flood your lungs. The world seemed sharper without the mask, the scents of grass and earth mingling with the faint floral aroma of the forest.

“Please, don’t hurt me!” the yellow horse whimpered. Her voice was soft, barely audible, and filled with fear. Her hooves remained firmly over her face, her whole body shaking.

You paused, considering your options. This horse—or pony, as you now realized—could be a valuable source of information. If she trusted you, she might reveal the secrets of this strange world. But she was also a risk. If she told anyone else about you, your entire mission could be compromised.

“Hey,” you said finally, your voice firm but calm. “I’m not gonna hurt you. Get up. We need to talk.”

She didn’t move, her hooves still shielding her face. You sighed, crouching down beside her. Your hand hovered over her soft, yellow coat for a moment before you decided to gently stroke her fur. It was unlike anything you’d ever felt—softer than any dog, cat, or even the finest fabrics. It was as if you were touching a living, breathing cloud.

“You remind me of someone from my old home,” you said, your tone softening. The words surprised even you, but they seemed to have an effect. Slowly, the pony lowered her hooves, revealing large, tear-filled eyes. She sniffled, her lip quivering as she looked up at you.

“Y-you won’t?” she asked hesitantly, her voice shaky.

“I promise,” you said, meeting her gaze. “If I wanted to hurt you, I would have already.”

She seemed to consider this for a moment, her trembling gradually subsiding. “I-I guess that makes sense,” she murmured, though her voice still held a trace of uncertainty.

Your eyes darted around the clearing, scanning for any signs of other ponies. To your dismay, you spotted a group of them in the distance, their pastel coats making them stand out against the greenery. They were heading in your direction, no doubt drawn by the commotion.

“Take me to your place,” you said urgently, turning back to the yellow pony. “Please. Nobody was supposed to see me, but I’ve already messed that up. You’re the only one who can help me right now.”

Her eyes widened, and for a moment, you feared she might refuse. But then she gave a small, tentative nod. “O-okay,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “C’mon, I’ll take you to my place.”

You hesitated as she nudged you, gesturing for you to climb onto her back. It felt strange—riding a creature that could speak, one that seemed so intelligent and humanlike. But there was no time to dwell on the oddity of the situation. Reluctantly, you climbed onto her back, careful not to hurt her or jostle your supplies.

She rose shakily to her hooves, her wings fluttering slightly as she adjusted to your weight. Then, without another word, she began to walk, her pace quick but cautious. The journey was mostly silent, save for the soft rustling of leaves and the distant chirping of birds. You couldn’t help but marvel at how surreal it all felt—this vibrant, colorful world and its equally vibrant inhabitants.

After what felt like an eternity, the pony led you to a small cottage nestled on the outskirts of the town. It was quaint, almost storybook-like, with a thatched roof and walls covered in ivy. A small stream wound its way through the property, and the area was teeming with animals. Birds perched on the fence posts, rabbits darted through the garden, and even a family of squirrels watched curiously from a nearby tree.

The pony stopped at the front door and lowered herself to let you climb off. As your boots touched the ground, you took a moment to survey your surroundings. This place—secluded and quiet—was perfect. It would serve as an ideal base for your research, far enough from prying eyes to keep your presence hidden.

The yellow pony hesitated, her eyes darting nervously between you and the door. “Y-you can stay here,” she said finally. “But you have to promise not to hurt anypony.”

“I’m not here to hurt anyone,” you assured her. “I just need a place to stay and some help figuring things out.”

She nodded slowly, seeming to relax a little. Pushing open the door, she gestured for you to follow her inside. The interior of the cottage was cozy and inviting, filled with handmade furniture and decorated with an assortment of plants and animal-themed knickknacks. A fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting a warm glow across the room.

“This is my home,” she said quietly, her wings folding neatly against her sides. “You can stay here as long as you need to.”

“Thank you,” you said sincerely, setting your backpack down near the door. For the first time since you’d arrived in this world, you felt a small measure of relief. This place, with its warmth and quiet, felt like a safe haven—a place where you could regroup and plan your next move.

The yellow pony watched you nervously, her large eyes still wary. “I’m Fluttershy,” she said after a long pause, her voice barely above a whisper. “What’s your name?”

You hesitated. Giving your real name felt risky, but lying to her didn’t sit right, either. “Just call me Agent,” you said finally. It wasn’t a complete lie, and it would do for now.

“Agent,” she repeated softly, as if testing the word. She gave a small nod, her expression unreadable. “Okay.”

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the room, you realized just how tired you were. The events of the day—the portal, the chase, the encounter with Fluttershy—had left you drained. But for the first time in a long while, you felt a glimmer of hope. This world was strange and unpredictable, but perhaps, with Fluttershy’s help, you could survive here. Maybe even thrive.

For now, though, all you could do was rest and prepare for whatever came next.

Act III: Roomies

Fluttershy hummed softly as she finished setting up your makeshift bed in the cozy loft of her cottage. The room was simple yet inviting, with wooden beams framing the walls and a small window that overlooked the lush meadow outside. As she fluffed the last pillow, she turned to you with an expression of curiosity.

“What an interesting animal you are,” she remarked, her head tilting slightly as she studied you.

You glanced around, feeling slightly self-conscious under her gaze. “Er, yeah,” you replied, scratching the back of your neck. “I guess there aren’t many like me around here.”

Fluttershy trotted closer, her wide eyes filled with innocent wonder. She gently placed a hoof on your hand, examining it with great interest. “What are these little tentacles for?” she asked, her voice soft and awestruck.

You chuckled nervously. “They’re called fingers,” you explained. “They help me make precise movements. They’re not broad or strong like your hooves, though.”

Fluttershy nodded thoughtfully, her gaze fixed on your hand. She seemed utterly fascinated, her hoof brushing lightly over your fingers. You pulled away gently and wandered over to the bed she had prepared. The blanket covering it caught your attention. For something crafted in a world where hooves were the primary tools, the weaving was incredibly delicate and intricate. You ran your fingers over the fabric, marveling at its craftsmanship.

“How did a pony make this?” you asked, genuinely impressed. “Your hooves seem… clunky, no offense. And I can’t imagine you’d do this with your mouth.”

Fluttershy giggled, a sound as light as a bird’s song. “Oh, that’s mostly a unicorn job. Their magic lets them make precise movements, kind of like your ‘fingers,’” she said, putting a playful emphasis on the word “fingers.”

Your brow furrowed. “Magic, you say?”

Fluttershy nodded. “Yes, everypony has magic in some way. Don’t you?”

You let out a sigh, shaking your head. “Not where I’m from. There is no magic.”

Fluttershy’s eyes widened in shock. “No magic!? That must be so horrible!”

You wanted to tell her it wasn’t that bad, but the words caught in your throat. Deep down, you knew she wasn’t entirely wrong. Your world was harsh, filled with strife and devoid of the wonder and harmony you’d seen in hers. Finally, you nodded. “It’s… sad, to say the least. You all seem so happy here.”

Fluttershy’s expression softened. “Well, we try to be. Life’s not perfect, but we make the best of it.” She turned toward the stairs, her hooves making soft clopping sounds against the wooden floor. “I’ll be downstairs if you need me, Agent,” she said before descending out of sight.

You sighed and set your backpack down beside the bed. Pulling out your sidearm, you placed it carefully on the small table next to you. The weight of it felt heavier here, a stark reminder of the world you’d left behind. Reaching into your bag, you retrieved a notebook and a pencil, settling down to jot some notes.

The room was quiet, save for the occasional rustle of leaves outside and the faint sounds of Fluttershy tending to her animals downstairs. You felt a strange sense of relief knowing that the only creature who knew of your presence here was as kind and gentle as she seemed. For now, at least, you had a safe haven.

Opening your notebook, you began your first entry:

Journal Entry 1

Date: Unknown

Location: Equestria (as they call it)

I’ve officially made contact with the locals. The first one I encountered is a yellow, winged pony named Fluttershy. She seems kind and somewhat naive, but her willingness to help has proven invaluable so far. She’s offered me shelter in her home, which is secluded and ideal for maintaining a low profile.

Observations:
- The ponies here possess a level of intelligence comparable to humans. They speak, build homes, and even craft intricate items despite their lack of hands.
- Magic exists. Fluttershy claims everypony has it, though its use seems to vary depending on their type (unicorns, for instance, use it for fine motor tasks).
- The societal structure and culture remain unknown. Further observation is required.

Concerns:
- My presence here is already compromised. Fluttershy saw me and didn’t seem to recognize my species, meaning humans likely don’t exist here. Any additional sightings could attract unwanted attention.
- The language barrier doesn’t exist. They speak perfect English (or something indistinguishable from it). This raises questions about the portal’s nature and the connection between our worlds.

Plan:
- Gather information about local customs, technology, and culture through Fluttershy.
- Explore the possibility of magic use and its practical applications.
- Remain hidden from the rest of the population for as long as possible.

You paused, tapping your pencil against the notebook. So many questions swirled in your mind. Why had the portal led to a world like this? What did the military hope to gain from sending you here? And most importantly, what would happen if you failed?

Closing the notebook, you leaned back against the wall, staring up at the wooden beams above. The day had been overwhelming, to say the least. Yet, despite everything, you felt a flicker of hope. Perhaps this world wasn’t as hostile as you’d feared. Perhaps, with Fluttershy’s help, you could navigate it safely and accomplish your mission.

A soft knock at the door interrupted your thoughts. Fluttershy peeked her head in, her teal eyes filled with concern. “I… I brought you some tea,” she said, balancing a tray on her back. “I thought it might help you relax.”

You smiled, touched by her thoughtfulness. “Thank you, Fluttershy. That’s very kind of you.”

She set the tray down on the table, glancing nervously at the notebook. “Are you… writing something important?” she asked.

You hesitated before nodding. “Just some notes. It helps me process everything.”

Fluttershy nodded, her expression thoughtful. “Well, if you need anything else, just let me know. I’ll be downstairs.”

As she left, you sipped the tea, its warmth spreading through you. For the first time since arriving, you allowed yourself to relax. Whatever challenges lay ahead, you knew you weren’t entirely alone.

Act IV: Subject Two

You had been living in Ponyville for what you could only guess was three months. Remarkably, with Fluttershy’s help, you’d managed to remain hidden from the town’s other residents. This allowed you to observe these fascinating creatures up close, jotting down notes and making sketches in your journal. At first, you wrote daily entries, meticulously documenting every new observation. But as time passed and life settled into a routine, the entries became weekly, then bi-weekly. Nothing groundbreaking seemed to happen anymore.

Sitting at the small wooden desk Fluttershy had provided, you began scrawling your latest thoughts into the notebook. The candle beside you flickered softly, casting shadows across the room as the sun dipped below the horizon. Fluttershy trotted into the room, her face lit up with excitement.

“Aren’t you excited? The Summer Sun Celebration is tomorrow! I can’t wait!” she exclaimed, her wings fluttering slightly.

You set your pencil down and leaned back. “Yes, I know,” you replied with a small smile. “You’ve been excited all week, teaching the birds their songs for the event.”

Her enthusiasm wavered for a moment. “Oh gosh,” she muttered, her voice trembling, “what if they mess up? What if they sing off-key, and everyone laughs at me, and then—”

“Hey, hey, calm down,” you interrupted, raising a hand. “You’re the best animal handler I’ve ever seen. The birds will do great. Trust me.”

Fluttershy took a deep breath, her cheeks tinged pink. “Thank you, Agent. You’re so kind.”

You winced inwardly at the name. It felt strange now. When you’d first introduced yourself to her as “Agent,” it seemed like the safest way to keep your true identity under wraps. But after months of sharing her home and relying on her kindness, the title felt impersonal, almost cold.

“No problem,” you said, brushing the thought aside. You’d figure out how to explain your real name later. For now, you had more pressing matters to focus on—like helping Fluttershy prepare for the festival and gathering more observations for your report.

As the day wore on, Fluttershy became more and more preoccupied with her preparations. She didn’t return to the cottage until sunset, her wings slightly drooped from exhaustion. You glanced up from your notes as she entered.

“What took you so long?” you asked, closing the journal.

“Oh, it was so exciting! We were celebrating a new Ponyville resident!” she replied, her voice brimming with quiet enthusiasm.

“A new resident?” you repeated, your curiosity piqued.

Fluttershy nodded. “She’s a unicorn from Canterlot, sent by Princess Celestia herself to oversee the celebration. Isn’t that amazing?”

“Er, are you sure I should go?” you asked, glancing nervously at the window. “How will you hide me?”

She tapped her chin thoughtfully. “I know! I’ll fly you to a nearby tree. You’ll be able to watch without anypony seeing you.”

You hesitated, then nodded. “This could be a great opportunity to study more.”

Moments later, you found yourself perched awkwardly on a sturdy tree branch overlooking the town square. The celebration was in full swing, with colorful decorations adorning every building and a large crowd of ponies gathered below. Music filled the air, and the energy of the event was infectious. From your vantage point, you had an excellent view of the festivities.

Fluttershy had rejoined the crowd, mingling with her friends while keeping an eye on the birds she’d trained. Your attention, however, was drawn to the purple unicorn standing near the center of the square. She had a small dragon by her side, and she seemed less enthusiastic about the celebration than the others.

“Hm, dragons as pets,” you murmured, scribbling a quick note in your journal.

As the unicorn broke away from the crowd, you noticed her heading toward a nearby balcony. To your dismay, it was dangerously close to your hiding spot. Holding your breath, you pressed yourself against the tree trunk, hoping she wouldn’t notice you.

The unicorn stepped onto the balcony and let out an exasperated sigh. “All of these ponies are crazy!” she muttered, her voice filled with frustration.

You remained perfectly still, watching her from the shadows. She paced back and forth, venting her irritation to no one in particular. After a while, she sat down and stared out at the crowd below, her expression softening slightly.

Eventually, the party began to wind down, and the unicorn returned inside. You let out a quiet sigh of relief, your heart still racing. That had been too close. If she’d spotted you, it could have jeopardized everything.

Act V: Summer Sun Nightmare

The air was electric with anticipation as ponies gathered for the Summer Sun Celebration. The excitement was palpable until a gasp rippled through the crowd. Princess Celestia was nowhere to be seen. Whispers turned into cries of alarm, and the atmosphere grew tense. Fluttershy trembled beside you, her wings twitching anxiously. You scanned the room and, instinctively, dove behind a nearby table as Fluttershy joined the panicking crowd.

The chaos in the room masked your movements, and the ponies—distracted by their fear—paid you no attention. You tried to calm your breathing, but your heart pounded in your ears. Then, the lights dimmed, and an ominous energy filled the air. Your eyes widened as a towering black figure appeared in the center of the room.

“I am Nightmare Moon!” the figure bellowed, her voice echoing like thunder.

Her presence demanded attention, and the ponies froze in shock and confusion. She smirked, her piercing eyes scanning the room. “Don’t you remember me?” she hissed, venom dripping from every word.

Silence followed, except for the bold voice of the purple unicorn you’d seen earlier. “I remember you!” she declared, her tone resolute despite the fear etched into her face.

Nightmare Moon’s sinister grin widened. “Then you know why I’m here! Eternal night shall reign!” Her laughter reverberated through the hall, sending the crowd into chaos once more.

As the ponies scattered in fear, Nightmare Moon singled out Fluttershy. The dark mare leaned in close, her towering form intimidating the already petrified Pegasus. Your muscles tensed, and your hand instinctively reached for your sidearm—only to remember it was still on your desk at Fluttershy’s cottage.

“Damn it,” you muttered under your breath, helpless as the black mare vanished in a swirl of shadowy mist.

Fluttershy and a group of ponies gathered quickly, determination flashing in their eyes. You recognized Rainbow Dash among them, along with the purple unicorn and a few others you’d only seen in passing: Applejack, Rarity, and Pinkie Pie. Without hesitation, they headed toward the forest. You followed cautiously for a few steps but stopped when the forest loomed ahead. With no weapon and no clear plan, you decided it was safer to return to the cottage. They seemed confident enough—surely they would handle the situation.

When you reached your room, the weight of the night began to settle in. You sat at the small desk, pulling out your journal to jot down everything you’d witnessed. The words spilled onto the page as you tried to process the surreal events. These ponies, with their apparent power and unity, were far more complex than the probes had ever suggested.

Suddenly, a chill ran down your spine. You froze, every instinct on high alert. Slowly, you turned, and your breath caught in your throat. There, standing in the shadowed corner of your room, was Nightmare Moon—or at least a projection of her.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she said, her voice cold and cutting. “You are not natural to this world.”

Your hand darted for your sidearm on the desk, and you pointed it at the figure. “Back off,” you growled, masking the tremor in your voice.

Nightmare Moon’s lips curled into a chilling smile. “I know what you fear,” she said, her form seeming to flicker like a mirage.

Panic gripped you as you squeezed the trigger. Three deafening shots echoed through the room. When the smoke cleared, Nightmare Moon was gone. Only the wall bore evidence of your fear, three fresh bullet holes marring its surface.

You sank into the chair, your breathing ragged. The room was eerily silent, save for the distant hum of insects outside. Hours passed as you sat in stunned silence, replaying the encounter in your mind. Was she real? A hallucination? A warning?

Then, without warning, a vibrant rainbow light erupted outside, illuminating the night like a second sunrise. You shielded your eyes, the brilliance overwhelming. Slowly, the light faded, leaving a sense of calm in its wake. Whatever had just occurred, it felt like a shift—a pivotal moment for this world.

Exhausted, you slumped onto the makeshift bed. Your mind buzzed with unanswered questions, but your body refused to cooperate any longer. As your eyes closed, sleep claimed you, dragging you into an uneasy slumber.

When you awoke, soft rays of morning sunlight filtered through the window. Fluttershy sat near your bed, her expression a mix of relief and excitement.

“Oh, you’re awake!” she said softly, her wings fluttering.

You pushed yourself upright, the stiffness in your body reminding you of the tension from the night before. “Fluttershy? You’re back already?” you asked groggily.

She nodded, a smile breaking across her face. “Yes, everything’s fine now. We stopped Nightmare Moon, and Princess Celestia is back!” Her excitement was infectious, though you still felt the weight of your encounter with the dark mare.

Before you could respond, Fluttershy continued, her tone shifting slightly. “You should probably prepare to hide, though. Twilight is coming over tonight.”

“Twilight?” you repeated, raising an eyebrow. “Who’s that?”

Fluttershy’s smile returned. “Oh, she’s the purple unicorn! You saw her last night—she’s the Element of Magic!”

“The Element of Magic?” you asked, intrigued. “There are… elements?”

Fluttershy nodded enthusiastically. “Yes! Applejack is the Element of Honesty, Rarity is Generosity, Pinkie Pie is Laughter, Rainbow Dash is Loyalty, and I am Kindness.”

You leaned back, processing this new information. “That’s… impressive. So, I’m guessing you’re all friends now?”

She beamed. “Yes! We worked together to defeat Nightmare Moon. Twilight’s staying in Ponyville now, and she’s coming over for her first visit soon!”

You nodded slowly, still piecing together the events of the night. “All right,” you said. “I’ll keep out of sight.”

Almost as if on cue, a knock echoed from downstairs. Fluttershy’s eyes lit up. “Oh, that must be her! Coming!” she called, trotting down the stairs.

You perched at the top of the staircase, watching intently as the next chapter of your strange journey began to unfold.

Author's Note

Next three chapters done. Expect to see three more by the end of the weekend, or more if I’m feeling extra creative lol.

Act VI: Acquisition

This was your chance to study the purple unicorn, Twilight Sparkle. Something about her seemed different, something that set her apart from the others. She was sharper, more aware, as if she was perpetually on the brink of uncovering some truth that others didn’t even think to question.

From your vantage point atop the stairs, you strained to listen to the conversation below. Twilight and Fluttershy sat together, sipping tea, their voices a soft hum in the otherwise quiet cottage.

“So, Twilight, how have you been?” Fluttershy asked, her voice warm and inviting.

Twilight paused, taking a small sip of her tea before replying. “Good, Fluttershy. Thanks for letting me stay here for a bit. After last night’s chaos, I think I needed this.”

Fluttershy’s gentle smile widened. “Of course, Twilight. Now that we’re officially best friends and all, I thought it would be nice.”

You adjusted your position, trying to get a better view, but a creaky floorboard betrayed you. The sound was loud enough to draw their attention.

Twilight’s ears twitched, and she glanced toward the stairs. “Hmm? What was that?”

Your heart raced as Fluttershy’s gaze snapped to the noise. “Oh! Er—it’s nothing! Probably just the animals messing around, you know?” she said, laughing nervously.

Twilight didn’t look convinced. Her brow furrowed slightly as she scanned the room, but after a moment, she returned to her tea. You let out a silent breath, relieved, but not entirely sure if you’d escaped her notice. For a split second, you could’ve sworn your eyes met hers, a flicker of suspicion lingering in her gaze.

Their small talk continued, but Twilight’s demeanor grew increasingly wary. Her movements were more deliberate, her eyes sharp as they flitted around the room. You tried to stay perfectly still, your breaths shallow, until she seemed to ease slightly.

Then, without warning, her horn lit up.

A powerful force gripped your abdomen, yanking you forward with incredible speed. You had no time to react as you were slammed against the wall at the bottom of the stairs.

“I knew it!” Twilight shouted, her horn glowing furiously.

You gasped as the magical grip around your chest tightened, crushing your ribs.

“Twilight, stop!” Fluttershy cried, panic in her voice.

“Don’t worry, Fluttershy,” Twilight said, her voice steely. “I’ll take care of this threat.”

You winced as you felt a sharp pain crack through your chest—one of your ribs, breaking under the pressure.

“Twilight! You’re hurting him!” Fluttershy yelled, louder this time.

Twilight ignored her, her focus entirely on you. “What are you?” she demanded, her voice laced with a mix of curiosity and fear.

You tried to answer, but the vice-like grip on your chest made it impossible to speak. Black spots danced in your vision as oxygen refused to fill your lungs.

“Twilight, stop!” Fluttershy screamed. With a burst of uncharacteristic bravery, she rammed into Twilight, breaking her concentration.

You collapsed to the floor, coughing violently as air finally filled your lungs again. Pain radiated through your body with every breath, but you managed to look up.

“Fluttershy! What are you doing?” Twilight yelped as she stumbled backward.

“You wouldn’t listen to me!” Fluttershy shouted, tears streaming down her face. “He’s not a threat!”

Twilight hesitated, her expression a mix of shock and confusion. She looked from Fluttershy to you and back again. “If he’s not a threat… then what is he?”

Fluttershy turned away, her voice barely above a whisper. “J-just don’t hurt him… please.”

Twilight sighed, her magic fading as she stepped back. “Fine. But one wrong move, and it’s over,” she warned, her eyes narrowing as they lingered on you.

You tried to push yourself up, but the pain was overwhelming. Your body refused to cooperate, and a numbness began to spread through your limbs.

The last thing you heard before blacking out was Fluttershy’s desperate voice. “Agent?! Twilight, what did you do!?”

When you woke, the world was hazy, and your body ached with every movement. Your chest was tightly wrapped in gauze, and you could feel the dull throb of your broken rib.

Fluttershy was sitting beside you, her eyes red and puffy as if she’d been crying. Her gaze softened when she saw you stir.

“Oh, you’re awake!” she said, her voice trembling with relief.

You managed to push yourself up slightly, wincing at the effort. “Fluttershy…?”

She nodded quickly. “Don’t worry, I won’t let mean old Twilight hurt you again,” she said firmly, her gentle hoof brushing your arm.

Behind her, Twilight sat in the corner of the room, her expression unreadable. Her eyes locked onto you, but she said nothing.

Before you could address her, Fluttershy turned toward her, her voice soft but resolute. “Please, Twilight. I know we just became friends and everything, but… please don’t tell anyone about him.”

Twilight’s gaze lingered on Fluttershy, then shifted back to you. She let out a long sigh. “I guess I owe you that much for… hurting your friend.” Her words carried a hint of guilt, but her tone remained guarded.

You mustered your strength to sit up a bit more, glaring at Twilight as best as you could. “What was that about?” you croaked, your voice raspy.

Twilight didn’t respond, her expression hard to read.

“Shh,” Fluttershy said, her voice soothing. “You need to rest. You’ve been through enough.” She gently guided you back onto the bed, her concern evident in every movement.

You wanted to argue, to demand answers, but the exhaustion and pain were too much. As your eyes closed, you caught a glimpse of Twilight, still sitting in the corner, her brow furrowed as if deep in thought.

The encounter with Twilight had shaken you. She was more than just aware—she was dangerous. But now, she also knew about you. Whatever came next, you knew your precarious existence in Equestria had just become even more fragile.

Act VII: Studies

When you awoke, the first thing you noticed was the faint hum of magic in the air. The glow of Twilight Sparkle’s horn illuminated her face, her eyes focused on a floating notebook and quill. You lay still for a moment, observing her. She was engrossed, scribbling down notes as she periodically glanced in your direction.

Was she studying you?

The irony wasn’t lost on you. After months of watching and documenting these ponies, the tables had turned.

You took a shaky breath, a rasp escaping your throat. The sound startled her, and she jerked her head toward you. The notebook and quill froze mid-air before dropping to the floor.

“You’re awake,” she said awkwardly.

You winced, your chest aching with even the smallest movement. “Were you studying me?” Your voice was weak but carried a hint of accusation.

Twilight hesitated, her ears flattening. “I—uh… I mean, yes. But not in a bad way!” she stammered. “I was just trying to understand you better. It’s not every day I meet a creature like… well, you.”

Your eyes narrowed. “And where’s Fluttershy?” you asked, glancing around the room.

“She went to town to get supplies,” Twilight said quickly, avoiding your gaze. “She wanted to make sure you had everything you needed to recover.”

You sighed, though the action sent a sharp pain through your ribs. You collapsed back onto the bed, groaning in frustration.

Twilight winced, stepping closer. “Oh gosh, I… I really did a number on you, didn’t I?” Her voice was tinged with guilt.

“Yeah,” you muttered, trying to gather your thoughts despite the throbbing in your head. “What the hell happened back there?”

Twilight shifted uncomfortably. “I… may have overreacted. But you have to understand, from my perspective, you were an unknown entity. I thought I was protecting Fluttershy.”

“Protecting her from me?” you scoffed, though your voice lacked strength.

“I didn’t know what you were,” she admitted. “You’re not in any of our books or records. You don’t belong here. I was… scared.”

Her honesty took you by surprise. You studied her for a moment, noticing the tension in her stance and the flicker of regret in her eyes.

“Fine,” you said after a long pause. “But let’s get one thing straight: this doesn’t mean we’re friends. The only reason you’re still in my good graces is because Fluttershy trusts you—and because you have a secret to keep.”

Twilight cringed at your words, her ears folding back. “I… I guess I deserve that,” she said softly.

You reached for your notebook, which was sitting on the table beside you, but it was just out of reach. Twilight noticed and used her magic to float it over to you. You hesitated before taking it from her, your gaze lingering on her for a moment.

“Thanks,” you muttered begrudgingly.

Twilight gave you an awkward smile before returning to her own notebook. The quill resumed its rapid movements as she jotted down notes.

“Can I ask you something?” she said hesitantly.

You looked up from your notebook. “What?”

“Why are you here?” Twilight’s voice was quiet but curious. “Not just in Fluttershy’s cottage, but… in Equestria. How did you even get here?”

You hesitated. This was the first time anyone had asked you directly, and you weren’t sure how much you were willing to reveal. “That’s classified,” you said finally, turning back to your notebook.

Twilight frowned but didn’t press the issue. Instead, she continued her observations in silence.

After a while, Fluttershy returned, carrying a basket filled with various supplies. Her face lit up when she saw you awake.

“Oh, Agent! You’re up!” she said, rushing to your side. “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” you lied, though the pain in your chest said otherwise.

Fluttershy set the basket down and began fussing over you, adjusting your bandages and fluffing your pillows. Her care was meticulous, and you couldn’t help but feel a pang of gratitude.

Twilight watched from the corner of the room, her expression unreadable. When Fluttershy finally sat down beside you, Twilight cleared her throat.

“I should go,” she said, standing up. “I’ve taken up enough of your time.”

Fluttershy looked at her with concern. “Are you sure? You’re welcome to stay longer if you’d like.”

Twilight shook her head. “No, I think it’s best if I leave for now. I’ll come back to check on… him later.”

She glanced at you as she spoke, and you met her gaze with a guarded expression.

“Fine,” you said. “But next time, no magic.”

Twilight gave a small nod before heading toward the door. Before she left, she paused and looked back at Fluttershy.

“Thank you,” she said softly. “For trusting me.”

Fluttershy smiled warmly. “Of course, Twilight. You’re my friend.”

Twilight left, closing the door quietly behind her.

Over the next few days, you focused on recovering, though your ribs made even the simplest movements difficult. Fluttershy was a constant presence, always checking on you and making sure you were comfortable. Her kindness was unwavering, and you found yourself growing more and more grateful for her care.

Twilight, true to her word, returned periodically. Each visit was tense at first, but she made an effort to stay respectful, keeping her questions brief and her magic restrained.

You noticed that her curiosity never waned, though. Every time she visited, she brought her notebook, jotting down observations and asking questions about your world. You answered sparingly, giving only the information you deemed safe to share.

In turn, you began asking her questions as well. Twilight was an endless well of knowledge, eager to share her insights about Equestria and its inhabitants. Despite your initial hostility, you couldn’t deny that her information was invaluable for your research.

One evening, as the three of you sat together in the cottage, Twilight surprised you with a question.

“Have you ever thought about why you’re here?”

You looked at her, frowning. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, out of all the places you could’ve ended up, why Equestria?” she asked. “Do you think it’s just a coincidence?”

You didn’t have an answer. The thought had crossed your mind before, but you’d always dismissed it. Now, hearing the question aloud, you couldn’t help but wonder if there was a deeper reason behind your presence in this world.

Fluttershy looked between the two of you, her expression thoughtful. “Maybe it’s fate,” she said softly. “Maybe you’re here because you’re meant to be.”

You didn’t know how to respond to that, so you simply went back to writing in your notebook.

As the days passed, your interactions with Twilight became less hostile, though there was still an undercurrent of tension between you. You remained cautious around her, wary of her power and her curiosity, but you couldn’t deny that she was a valuable ally.

For now, you were willing to tolerate her presence. But deep down, you knew that your fragile truce couldn’t last forever.

Act VIII: An Eye for an Eye

It had been a month since the confrontation with Twilight, and while things between the two of you had grown less hostile, there was still an underlying tension. Now, for the first time, you found yourselves forced to work together. The task was simple—or so Twilight claimed: an expedition into the Everfree Forest to locate an ancient artifact.

Twilight had been adamant about the artifact’s importance, describing it as a relic lost to time and imbued with immense magical properties. You weren’t entirely sold on the idea, but Fluttershy had insisted that the two of you might benefit from spending time together outside the cottage.

For you, the forest posed a different kind of challenge. Though your ribs had mostly healed, you still felt occasional pangs of pain with each step. Yet, for the first time in weeks, your sidearm rested snugly on your hip. It was a reassuring weight, one you had missed. You’d strapped it on discreetly, not wanting to draw attention, but you were prepared to use it if things took a turn.

The Everfree Forest loomed ahead, its gnarled trees twisting into unnatural shapes. A faint mist clung to the ground, curling around your boots as you walked. The air was thick with the scent of moss and damp earth, and the distant calls of unseen creatures echoed through the gloom.

Twilight trotted beside you, her horn casting a soft glow that illuminated the narrow path ahead. She glanced at you periodically, wincing slightly whenever you clutched your chest.

“You sure you’re up for this?” she asked.

“I’ll manage,” you replied curtly, your voice steady despite the dull ache in your ribs.

Twilight frowned but didn’t press further.

“So,” you asked, breaking the silence, “what exactly are we looking for?”

“An artifact,” Twilight replied eagerly. “Not just any artifact, though—this one predates recorded Equestrian history. It’s said to hold untapped magical energy, a link to the origins of ponykind itself. Isn’t that exciting?”

You raised an eyebrow. “And you trust your source on this? Seems a bit far-fetched.”

Twilight shot you an incredulous look. “Why would somepony lie to me about something like this?”

You shrugged. “People lie for all kinds of reasons. You might want to keep that in mind.”

Twilight huffed but said nothing, her focus returning to the path ahead.

The quiet tension between you was soon broken by a low, guttural growl. You froze, your hand instinctively moving toward your hip. From the shadows emerged a pack of Timberwolves, their glowing green eyes locked onto you. Their wooden bodies creaked and groaned as they prowled closer, their teeth bared.

Twilight’s ears flattened against her head. “Oh no… This isn’t good,” she whispered, her horn sparking to life.

You drew your sidearm, its weight comforting in your grip.

“What’s that piece of metal supposed to do?” Twilight asked, her voice high with panic as she prepared a spell.

You didn’t answer. Instead, your mind flashed back to a moment long ago—a field, your father, and the BB gun you’d received for your tenth birthday. His voice echoed in your memory: “Focus. Breathe. Steady your aim.”

It was as if someone else was guiding your arm. You raised the gun, your movements deliberate, and pulled the trigger.

BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!

The shots rang out, each one piercing the air with deafening finality. The Timberwolves collapsed in turn, their bodies disintegrating into lifeless piles of twigs and leaves.

The forest fell silent.

You lowered the weapon, your hand trembling. The presence that had guided you was gone as quickly as it had come, leaving you to process what had just happened.

Twilight stood frozen, her mouth slightly agape, her wide eyes darting between you and the remains of the Timberwolves.

“What… what was that?” she finally managed to ask, her voice tinged with both fear and awe.

You holstered the weapon and turned to face her, your expression unreadable. “It’s a gun,” you said evenly. “It fires small projectiles at high velocity to eliminate targets.”

Twilight blinked, her ears pinned back. “I’ve never seen anything like it… How—why—” She shook her head, unable to form a coherent question.

You cut her off, your tone cold. “Let’s just head back.”

Twilight hesitated. “But the artifact—”

“Forget the artifact,” you snapped. “We’re done here. And don’t mention this to anyone. I mean it.”

Twilight swallowed hard, her gaze lingering on you for a moment before nodding. “Fine,” she said softly.

The journey back to Fluttershy’s cottage was tense. Twilight kept her distance, her mind clearly racing as she replayed the events in her head. You said nothing, focusing instead on the path ahead and the lingering sense of unease that clung to you like a shadow.

When you arrived at the cottage, Fluttershy was waiting at the door. Her face lit up when she saw you both, but her smile faltered as she noticed the tension between you and Twilight.

“Oh my goodness, are you both okay?” she asked, her eyes darting between the two of you.

“We’re fine,” you said quickly, brushing past her and heading inside.

Twilight lingered, her ears drooping. “I… I should go,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Fluttershy stepped in front of her. “Twilight, wait. You’re clearly upset. Please, stay the night. It’s late, and you shouldn’t be walking home in the dark.”

“I don’t want to be a bother,” Twilight protested weakly.

“It’s no bother,” Fluttershy insisted, her tone firm but kind. “Come on, I’ll make some tea.”

Twilight hesitated before nodding.

That evening, the three of you sat in the living room, the warm glow of the fireplace providing a stark contrast to the chill that lingered between you and Twilight.

Fluttershy served tea, her movements graceful and deliberate as she tried to ease the tension in the room. “So,” she said gently, “did you find what you were looking for?”

Twilight shook her head, her eyes fixed on her teacup. “No. But… we ran into some Timberwolves.”

Fluttershy gasped. “Oh my! Are you okay?”

“We’re fine,” Twilight said quickly. “Thanks to… him.” She glanced at you, her expression unreadable.

Fluttershy turned to you, her eyes wide with concern. “What happened?”

“It’s handled,” you said curtly, avoiding her gaze.

The room fell silent, the crackling of the fire the only sound.

Twilight finally spoke, her voice hesitant. “I’m sorry,” she said, addressing you directly. “For doubting you. For… everything.”

You looked at her, surprised by her admission. For a moment, you considered brushing it off, but something in her tone stopped you.

“Just don’t make a habit of it,” you said gruffly, though your words lacked their usual edge.

Twilight nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

That night, as Fluttershy and Twilight talked quietly in the kitchen, you sat alone by the fire, your mind racing. The weight of your weapon was a constant reminder of the world you came from—a world far removed from this one.

You weren’t sure if you could ever fully belong here, but for now, you were willing to try.

Act IX: Subjects or Friends?

Earth: 1984.

One year into Project Uma Kyōkai.

Begin Transcript:
- "So, Kugelblitz, what are Agent [REDACTED]’s vitals? Is he still kicking in there?"
- "... Good. Send a probe to get an update immediately."
- "... What? One can’t be sent until later this year? Hm. Alright, but make it quick."

End Transcript.

It was only when Pinkie Pie threw a surprise party that you realized it had been a full year since your arrival in Equestria. The cheerful decorations, endless snacks, and Pinkie’s relentless enthusiasm should have made you feel welcome, but instead, the celebration left you contemplative.

One year.

Your mission, the reason you were sent here, was now a distant memory. You hadn’t completed it—not because of incompetence or circumstance, but because you no longer cared. You’d stopped thinking of Earth as “home” and started calling Fluttershy’s cozy cottage your own. Even the name “Agent,” a placeholder title for your anonymity, had become part of you. You’d never shared your real name; it didn’t seem to matter anymore.

You still wrote in your journal every week, but not for them. Those entries were for you—a record of your thoughts, your experiences, and the strange new life you were carving out for yourself.

In the year you’d spent in Equestria, you’d taught your small group of friends about the better aspects of humanity. Your knowledge of engineering, storytelling, and problem-solving had fascinated them, though you carefully avoided mentioning the darker uses of human ingenuity.

Twilight, naturally, had been the most curious. She absorbed every word you said, her quill scratching furiously as she took notes. At first, her constant attention made you uneasy—like you were a specimen under observation. But over time, you understood. You’d studied them, too, when you first arrived. Curiosity was mutual, and no hard feelings lingered.

Rarity, on the other hand, had focused on a more practical aspect of your existence: your clothing. Your old gear, designed for survival and durability, was beginning to show its age after daily use. She took it upon herself to sew you new clothes and even insisted on teaching you a thing or two.

“You’re saying these fingers can do what a unicorn’s horn can?” Rarity asked, incredulous, as she guided your hand through a simple stitching motion.

“Yeah,” you replied, concentrating on the needle in your hand.

Rarity let out a low hum, clearly impressed. “Well, I must admit, your hands are surprisingly versatile.”

You smirked. “We get by.”

Returning to Fluttershy’s cottage after the lesson, you felt the familiar warmth of a place that had become more than shelter—it was home. Fluttershy had been kind enough to offer you a permanent place to stay, and you made every effort to repay her generosity by helping around the house. You cleaned, shopped, and even cared for the animals under her supervision.

“You really don’t have to do all this,” she said one evening as you cleaned the windows.

You shook your head. “Your kindness is the only thing that’s kept me in this world. I owe you more than you know.”

Her cheeks flushed a soft pink, and she gave you a shy smile.

Despite how much life had improved, reminders of your past lingered. Your sidearm sat untouched on the desk in your room, with only one bullet left in the chamber. You recalled your general’s grim advice: *“Keep one bullet, always. If you get caught… you’re a liability.”*

The thought made your stomach churn, and you’d stopped carrying the weapon altogether. It felt like a relic of another life, one you weren’t sure you wanted anymore.

Life in Equestria wasn’t easy, but it was fulfilling. The physical labor involved in living in a world with less advanced technology had transformed you. Where once you were lean and efficient, your frame had broadened with muscle. Your height had even increased slightly—perhaps due to better nutrition or the constant activity. Last time you checked, you were 6’3”.

As the weeks turned into months, you began to realize something: no one was waiting for you back on Earth.

The day started like any other. The sun was shining, the air was warm, and the faint buzz of life in Ponyville filled the atmosphere. You decided to take a walk alone, enjoying the peace and quiet.

That peace was shattered when you saw it.

A probe.

Your heart sank. They’d come for you—or at least, they were trying. The small device hovered above the ground, scanning the area with a mechanical hum.

You didn’t hesitate. Striding up to the probe, you grabbed one of its antennae and dragged it into the cover of a nearby bush.

“What do you want?” you growled, your voice low and threatening.

The probe struggled in your grip, its motors whirring as it attempted to break free. Your grip was unyielding.

“Of course,” you muttered bitterly. “You can’t talk.”

Still, you knew someone was watching. Staring directly into the camera lens, you leaned closer.

“Listen to me,” you hissed. “Don’t come here. It’s dangerous, and the locals are aggressive and deadly. I’ve only survived this long because of my will. Your soldiers won’t last a day. Stay out.”

With that, you raised your fist and brought it down on the probe. The metal crumpled under your strength, sparks flying as the camera shattered. You didn’t stop until the device was a smoking ruin.

“Agent? Are you okay?”

The soft voice startled you. You turned to see Fluttershy approaching, her eyes wide with concern.

“Yeah,” you lied, brushing off shards of glass from your hands and face. “I’m fine.”

“Oh no, you’re not!” Fluttershy gasped, rushing to your side. “You’re bleeding!”

“It’s nothing,” you said, though the cuts stung.

Fluttershy wasn’t having it. Gently but firmly, she guided you back toward the cottage. “I can’t just let you walk around like this. Come on, let me take care of you.”

You didn’t resist, though guilt gnawed at you. It felt like every time you turned around, you were putting Fluttershy in a position to care for you. Her kindness was boundless, and you were grateful for it, but you couldn’t help feeling like a burden.

As Fluttershy cleaned and bandaged your wounds, you sat quietly, lost in thought. The guilt weighed heavily on you. Every time she patched you up or offered you a kind word, it reminded you of how much you owed her.

“You’ve been pushing yourself too hard lately,” Fluttershy said softly as she wrapped a bandage around your hand. “You need to take better care of yourself.”

“I’m trying,” you replied, your voice low. “I just… I don’t want to let you down.”

She paused, looking up at you with those gentle teal eyes. “You could never let me down, Agent. You’ve done so much already.”

Her words hit you harder than you expected. You looked away, unsure how to respond.

“Thank you,” you murmured after a long pause.

Fluttershy smiled and gave your hand a reassuring pat.

As you sat there, the thought of the probe lingered in the back of your mind. You didn’t know if your message would be enough to deter them, but you hoped it would buy you some time. Time to figure out who you were in this world—and who you wanted to be.

For the first time in a long while, you felt like you might have a chance to start over.

Author's Note

Another 3 done. I hope you like where the story is going! I’ll probably finish and release the next chapters by tomorrow afternoon.

Act X: To the Bone

The sun shone brightly over Ponyville, but the Pegasi in the sky were busy gathering storm clouds, signaling the end of the pleasant weather. You sighed as you trudged down the dirt path, the soreness in your legs a painful reminder of the hours spent helping Applejack organize her tool shed. Farmers didn’t just have tools—they seemed to have entire armies of them. Your body felt worn thin, and the darkening skies promised that your day wasn’t about to get any easier.

The first icy drops of rain spattered your arms, and you glanced upward. The storm was moving in faster than you anticipated. You tried to pick up your pace, but your aching muscles wouldn’t let you. Jogging turned into a half-stumble as the downpour intensified, drenching your clothes in seconds. With Fluttershy’s cottage too far away, you scanned your surroundings for closer shelter.

Your eyes landed on *The Carousel Boutique*. Rarity’s place wasn’t far, and you prayed she wouldn’t mind an unexpected guest. Fighting against the rain and wind, you pushed forward, each step heavier than the last. By the time you reached her door, you were soaked to the bone. You leaned against the doorframe, breathing heavily, and knocked weakly.

The sound of clicking hooves echoed from within. “Oh, is someone there?” Rarity’s melodic voice called out. The door opened, and she froze when she saw you.

“Darling! You’re absolutely drenched!” Her wide eyes scanned you, taking in the state of your soaked clothes, your messy hair, and the faint bruises on your arms.

You managed a sheepish nod, water dripping from your hair and sleeves.

“Oh, I cannot possibly let you back out into this dreadful storm,” she declared. “Come in, come in!”

You stepped inside, shivering as the warm air of the Boutique enveloped you. Rarity disappeared into another room, returning moments later with a thick, fluffy towel in her magical grasp.

“Here,” she said, levitating it toward you. “Dry yourself off, darling. We can’t have you catching a cold.”

You took the towel gratefully, wiping at your face and arms. Rarity frowned at your hair, still plastered to your head. “Let me help you with that.”

Before you could protest, she gently took the towel and began drying your hair. Her hooves brushed against your scalp as she worked, and her touch was light and careful. When she finished, she stepped back to admire her work.

Your reflection in a nearby mirror revealed your hair sticking out in all directions, making you look slightly ridiculous. Rarity giggled, the sound warm and sweet.

“Darling, you’re absolutely adorable like this,” she teased. “But I imagine you’re exhausted. Come, sit down. I’ll make us some hot chocolate.”

Rarity ushered you to a plush couch, draping a blanket over your shoulders. You sank into the cushions, feeling some of the tension in your body begin to melt away. Moments later, she returned with two steaming mugs balanced delicately on a tray.

“I was planning to make some hot chocolate for myself tonight,” she explained, setting the tray on a small table. “Sweetie Belle and Opal are both gone, so it’s just been me rattling around in here.”

You took the mug she offered, the warmth of the drink seeping into your hands. The rich aroma of chocolate filled your senses, and you took a careful sip.

Rarity sat beside you, her gaze soft as she studied your face. “You’ve been working so hard lately, helping everypony in Ponyville. I hardly see you anymore.”

You opened your mouth to respond, but your throat felt dry and strained. She seemed to notice, placing a hoof lightly on your arm.

“You don’t have to say anything, darling,” she said gently. “I know how you are. Always giving and never asking for anything in return.”

You looked away, embarrassed, but her touch lingered. Her hoof was warm, and her voice carried a tenderness that you hadn’t expected.

“You mustn’t forget to take care of yourself,” she continued, her tone soft yet firm. “If you keep pushing yourself like this, you’ll burn out. Promise me you’ll take it easier, won’t you?”

The heat from the drink and the soothing cadence of Rarity’s voice began to lull you into a state of calm. The aches in your muscles dulled, replaced by a heavy drowsiness that you couldn’t fight.

“Darling, are you feeling tired?” Rarity asked, concern flickering in her eyes.

You nodded, the movement slow and sluggish.

She set her own mug aside and rose from the couch. “Let me make you more comfortable.”

Rarity returned moments later with extra pillows and a thicker blanket. She arranged them around you with meticulous care, her magic gentle and precise.

“Lie back, darling,” she urged softly. “Rest.”

As you settled into the cushions, she draped the blanket over you, tucking it in snugly. Then, to your surprise, she sat down beside you, close enough that you could feel her warmth.

You leaned your head against her chest, the sound of her heartbeat steady and soothing. It was a gentle rhythm, a comforting melody that seemed to erase the worries of the day. Rarity hesitated for a moment, then placed a hoof lightly against your arm.

“You’ve been through so much,” she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. “I wish you would let others take care of you for a change.”

Her words, combined with the steady beat of her heart, pulled you closer to sleep. Your breathing slowed, matching the rhythm of hers, and you felt her other hoof brush lightly against your hair.

As your eyes fluttered shut, Rarity’s voice broke the silence once more.

“I’m glad you came to me tonight,” she said softly. “It gets so lonely here sometimes. But with you… it feels less so.”

Her words were tender, carrying an emotion you weren’t sure you were ready to name. But in that moment, they filled the quiet space between you, wrapping you in warmth that had nothing to do with the blanket.

“Good night, darling,” she whispered, her voice the last thing you heard before sleep claimed you completely.

As you drifted off, your head still resting against her chest, you felt a sense of peace you hadn’t known in a long time. The storm outside raged on, but inside the Boutique, everything was calm.

Author's Note

This was a request by a friend who reads my stuff. If you want more Agent and Rarity stuff, let me know.

Act XI: Kind Deeds

When you awoke, the world was still. The rhythmic sound of Rarity’s heartbeat underpinned the quiet of the Boutique, her breathing steady and calm. For a moment, you let yourself stay there, listening to her heartbeat like it was the metronome of peace. But you knew you couldn’t linger. Carefully, you slipped away, easing yourself off the couch without waking her.

You gathered what little you had—your mostly dry clothes, a few tools Applejack had let you keep, and the faint resolve to return to your normal routine. You spotted a scrap of parchment on Rarity’s desk and scribbled a quick note:

Thank you, Rarity. You didn’t have to be so kind, but you were. I owe you one.

Placing the note where she’d easily see it, you cast a glance back at her sleeping form. She looked serene, her mane perfectly splayed on the cushions as though she had planned it that way. You smiled faintly before slipping out into the crisp morning air.

The streets of Ponyville were beginning to wake as you made your way back to Fluttershy’s cottage. Ponies opened their windows to let in the early sunlight, their voices mingling in the distance as the town stirred. Your muscles still ached, but the brief rest had been enough to push you forward.

As you walked, you spotted a pony struggling with a broken cart in the middle of the path. The wheels sagged unevenly, and the load it carried tilted precariously to one side. A pink-and-blue-maned mare was frantically inspecting the damage.

“Hey, do you need some help?” you asked, approaching her.

The mare looked up, startled, but relief quickly spread across her face. “Oh, yes, please! My wheel broke, and I’m nowhere near anywhere that can fix it.”

You nodded and pulled out the hammer and wrench Applejack had given you. “Don’t worry, I’ll have this patched up in no time.”

The mare watched as you worked, securing the wheel back into place with a few well-placed strikes and adjustments. You wiped your forehead when you finished and stepped back to admire your handiwork.

“There,” you said, satisfied. “This should hold up until you make it to the nearest shop for a proper fix.”

“Thank you so much!” she said, her voice warm with gratitude. “I’m Bon Bon, by the way.”

“No problem,” you replied, straightening up. “I’m Agent.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh, I’ve heard about you! You’ve been helping everypony around town. Thank you again, Agent. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you!”

Bon Bon waved as she walked off, her cart rolling steadily behind her. You couldn’t help but feel a small sense of pride.

You didn’t make it much farther before a familiar voice called out behind you.

“Agent! There you are! I’ve been looking all over for you!”

You turned to see Fluttershy trotting toward you, her teal eyes full of concern. “That storm must have been awful to be in! Are you okay?”

You rubbed the back of your neck, feeling a little sheepish. “Actually, Rarity let me stay at The Carousel Boutique for the night. I didn’t get caught in it for too long.”

Fluttershy let out a sigh of relief. “Oh, thank goodness. I was so worried. That storm was terrible.”

“She was kind to let me stay,” you said, offering a faint smile. “But it wasn’t a big deal. I can take care of myself, y’know?”

Fluttershy frowned, tilting her head as she studied you. “You always say that, but you never give yourself a break. You’ve been working so hard helping everypony… I just want to make sure you’re okay.”

You hesitated. Her concern was genuine, and you knew she had a point. “I guess I’ve been keeping busy,” you admitted. “It helps me stay focused.”

Fluttershy walked beside you as you continued toward her cottage. “But it’s okay to slow down sometimes,” she said gently. “Everypony appreciates what you do, but you need to take care of yourself too.”

Her words lingered in the air, soft but firm.

“Thanks, Fluttershy,” you said quietly. “I’ll… try to remember that.”

The two of you reached her cottage as the morning sun climbed higher into the sky. The familiar sounds of animals greeted you, a comforting hum of life that made the small home feel like a sanctuary.

Fluttershy opened the door and ushered you inside. “I was just about to make breakfast. Would you like some?”

You hesitated, but the rumbling in your stomach answered for you. “Sure, thanks.”

She smiled and set about preparing a simple meal while you settled into one of the chairs at the table. The warmth of the cottage, combined with the smell of fresh bread and tea, eased the tension in your shoulders.

As she worked, Fluttershy glanced over her shoulder. “You know, Rarity’s always been very thoughtful, but it’s so sweet of her to take care of you like that.”

You nodded, remembering the warmth of her voice and the gentle rhythm of her heartbeat as you drifted to sleep the night before. “She… went out of her way to make sure I was comfortable,” you admitted.

Fluttershy smiled softly. “That’s Rarity for you. She has such a big heart, even if she doesn’t always show it. You should let her know how much you appreciated it.”

“I left her a note,” you said. “I’ll make sure to thank her properly the next time I see her.”

Fluttershy brought two plates to the table and sat across from you. “You’ve been so kind to everypony, Agent. It’s no wonder they want to do kind things for you in return.”

You shrugged, unsure of how to respond. But as you ate, you realized that maybe she was right. You’d been so focused on helping others that you hadn’t given much thought to the connections you were building.

After breakfast, Fluttershy insisted you rest for the day. Despite your protests, you found yourself dozing off in a chair by the window, the soft hum of her singing to her animals lulling you into a peaceful sleep.

When you woke again, the sun was high in the sky, and the aches in your body had lessened. Fluttershy was tending to her garden outside, her gentle presence a constant reassurance.

You stepped out to join her, the fresh air revitalizing.

“Feeling better?” she asked, glancing up from her work.

“Yeah,” you said, stretching. “I think I needed the rest more than I realized.”

Fluttershy smiled. “I’m glad. You deserve it, Agent.”

For the first time in a while, you allowed yourself to believe her.

Act XII: Technowizard

You decided to take a detour on your walk that day, venturing a little farther from Ponyville than usual. The air was still, and the landscape stretched out quietly around you. That was until you spotted something unusual—a faint plume of smoke rising above the trees. It was subtle, easy to miss, but your curiosity got the better of you.

As you drew closer, your pace quickened, and when the source of the smoke came into view, your breath hitched. Your eyes widened, and your heart sank as you recognized the object nestled among the trees: a spider-tank prototype.

The tank’s hulking frame was unmistakable. It stood on spindly, jointed legs, designed for precise movement over any terrain. The titanium body gleamed dully beneath the soot and scorch marks, testament to its formidable durability. You had seen these prototypes in military testing—an experimental piece of advanced engineering capable of devastating power.

Your gaze shifted to the cockpit, and your stomach churned. Through the shattered glass, you could see the lifeless form of the pilot slumped over the controls. Carefully, you climbed onto the machine, prying open the cockpit door with some effort. The pilot’s body was limp and unresponsive.

“I’m sorry,” you murmured softly, pulling the pilot’s body out of the seat with as much care as you could manage. Once you had set him aside, you removed his helmet, revealing a radio system inside.

A voice crackled to life over the radio, startling you. “Delta? Delta, can you hear me? We think the jump was successful, but we need your response soon. Please, Delta, give me a sign.”

Your hands froze, the voice pleading in your ears. After a moment, you switched off the radio and stared at the helmet. It was battered, but the technology inside was more advanced than anything you’d ever handled. You adjusted it, tapping at it with the wrench from your bag.

You glanced back at the spider-tank. Despite the damage, it seemed mostly intact. If you could repair it, this machine could be an invaluable tool. You searched through the cockpit, finding a small compartment near the pilot’s seat. Inside, you found two things: a technical manual and a pair of glasses.

“Perfect,” you muttered to yourself, slipping the glasses into your bag and clutching the manual tightly.

Before leaving, you worked to conceal the tank. Using large branches and nearby foliage, you covered its frame to make it harder to spot. The small fire burning inside the cockpit was extinguished with a few splashes of water from your canteen. Satisfied with your work, you started the journey back to Fluttershy’s cottage, the manual tucked securely under your arm.

By the time you returned, the sun was sinking low on the horizon, painting the sky with streaks of orange and pink. The comforting sight of Fluttershy’s cottage came into view, smoke curling lazily from the chimney.

You stepped inside to find Fluttershy bustling in the kitchen. The smell of something savory filled the air.

“Oh, you’re back!” she said, turning to smile at you. “Dinner is almost ready. Did you do anything interesting while you were out?”

You hesitated for a moment, considering whether to tell her about the spider-tank. But something in you decided against it. “Not really,” you said casually, setting your bag down near the door.

“Oh, alright,” she replied, stirring a pot. “Well, dinner is almost ready. I’m trying a new recipe—bok choy soup. I hope you’ll like it.”

You nodded, offering a faint smile. “I’m sure I will. I’ll be back down in a minute.”

Climbing the stairs to your room, you pulled the manual from your bag and placed it on the small desk by the window. You flipped through a few pages, scanning diagrams and notes on the tank’s mechanics. The language was dense, but you’d figure it out. Tomorrow, you’d return to the site and start repairs.

When you came back downstairs, Fluttershy was setting two bowls of soup on the table. She smiled warmly as you took your seat.

“I hope you like it,” she said, a hint of nervousness in her voice.

You took a tentative sip, and the rich flavors surprised you. “Mmm,” you hummed appreciatively, your eyes lighting up.

Fluttershy’s cheeks flushed pink. “T-thanks,” she said, tucking a strand of her mane behind her ear. “I’m glad you like it.”

The two of you chatted lightly over dinner. Fluttershy talked about the animals she’d cared for that day, while you nodded along, offering bits of conversation when you could. Despite the weight of what you’d found earlier, her presence and the warm meal were a welcome reprieve.

When you finished your soup, you thanked her and headed back upstairs, eager to dive into the manual.

The rest of the evening was spent poring over the technical manual, your fingers tracing over schematics and diagrams. Each page offered a glimpse into the machine’s complexity—its articulated legs, its reinforced chassis, and the intricate network of systems that powered it.

Your mind buzzed with possibilities. The tank was a relic of cutting-edge technology, and if you could get it operational, it could be a game-changer. Of course, it wouldn’t be easy. You’d need parts, tools, and time. But the thought of restoring something so advanced filled you with determination.

As the night wore on, you made a list of what you’d need. By the time you closed the manual and lay back on your bed, your thoughts were racing with plans for the next day. The spider-tank was out there, waiting, and you were ready to bring it back to life.

Author's Note

New chapters, as promised. Sorry they’re a little late.

Act XIV: Discordian Chaos

The day began like any other—quiet and peaceful. You had spent the morning helping Fluttershy feed her animals, enjoying the tranquility of her cottage. But as the sun climbed higher in the sky, everything changed. The world around you exploded into chaos. The sky warped, shifting between mismatched colors and patterns, and the ground beneath your feet rippled and transformed into checkerboards, soap bubbles, and even gelatin.

Fluttershy and her friends had been summoned to Canterlot for an urgent mission earlier that day, leaving you alone at the cottage. The sudden madness left you reeling, but you quickly steeled yourself. Something big was happening, and you couldn’t just sit idly by.

You sprinted to your hidden spider tank. Scrambling into the cockpit, you powered up the systems. The familiar hum of Omega-455’s systems booting up gave you a brief sense of control amid the chaos.

“Omega, status report,” you commanded.

The robotic woman appeared on the screen, her face calm as ever. “Systems operational. Scanning area... Anomalies detected. Canterlot region experiencing massive reality distortion. Deploying probe for further analysis.”

You nodded, gripping the controls as Omega launched a small drone into the sky. The probe zoomed off toward Canterlot while you piloted the tank in the same direction.

“Scan complete,” Omega reported moments later. “Seven lifeforms detected in the Canterlot region: six ponies and one unidentified entity. Reality distortion linked to entity classified as ‘unknown.’”

Your grip on the controls tightened. “Let’s hope those six ponies are Fluttershy and her friends.”

The journey to Canterlot was disorienting. The landscape had become a surreal nightmare, filled with floating objects, upside-down trees, and rivers flowing in impossible directions. When you finally reached the city, your heart sank. The once-pristine capital was unrecognizable, transformed into a giant, chaotic maze of twisting hedges and nonsensical architecture.

“Omega, can we scale that?” you asked, gesturing to the hedge walls.

“Analyzing... Hedge stability: 34%. Structural collapse likely. Not recommended,” Omega replied.

You slammed your hand against the console in frustration. “Fine. Let’s ram our way through.”

Pushing the controls forward, you directed the tank to charge straight into the maze. The spider legs powered through the dense vegetation, carving a path. Once inside, you deployed another probe to help navigate the labyrinth.

The first pony you found was Twilight Sparkle. She was running aimlessly, her mane disheveled, and her face a mixture of fear and determination.

“Twilight!” you called over the tank’s external speaker. “What’s happening here?”

Twilight stopped, her chest heaving. “It’s Discord!” she shouted. “He’s the Spirit of Chaos and Disharmony, and he’s turned all of Equestria upside-down!”

Your radar beeped, detecting two nearby lifeforms. “I think I’ve got a lead on some of your friends. Hop in!”

Twilight hesitated for only a second before climbing into the tank’s secondary seat. Together, you navigated the maze, finding her friends one by one.

You located Applejack first, though something was off about her. Her usual candor was replaced by a sly, evasive tone.

“Are you okay?” Twilight asked, worry etched into her voice.

“Sure, sugarcube,” Applejack drawled, avoiding eye contact. “Never been better.”

You and Twilight exchanged a glance. “She’s lying,” Twilight muttered, but there was no time to argue.

You pressed on, gathering the rest of her friends. Rarity was hoarding rocks, Rainbow Dash had abandoned her loyalty, and Pinkie Pie was lashing out at everyone with uncharacteristic cruelty. The most heartbreaking of all was Fluttershy. Her once-kind demeanor had been replaced with outright hostility, her words cutting and cold.

Each encounter left a pit in your stomach, but you pressed forward, knowing you had to keep moving.

Finally, Discord himself appeared before you. The draconequus floated lazily in the air, an amused grin on his mismatched face.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” Discord drawled, his eyes narrowing at your spider tank. “A strange little creature in a strange little machine. How quaint!”

“Discord!” Twilight shouted, her horn sparking with magic.

He smirked. “Oh, Twilight Sparkle. Still trying to save the day, I see? How predictable.”

You activated the external speaker. “Twilight, go find the Elements of Harmony. I’ll keep him busy!”

Discord raised an eyebrow. “You? Keep *me* busy? Oh, that’s rich!” He snapped his fingers, but when nothing happened, his smug grin faltered.

“What? No chocolate rain? No tap-dancing buffalo? How is this possible?”

You smirked. “Your chaos magic doesn’t work on me or my machine, does it? I’m not from this world, Discord.”

He scowled. “No matter. I don’t need magic to deal with you!”

Discord lunged at the tank, gripping one of its legs and trying to wrench it off.

“Omega, activate gravity shields!” you commanded.

A field of energy surrounded the tank, pushing Discord back and pinning him to the ground.

“Impressive,” Discord muttered, snapping his fingers again. A massive glacier appeared, slamming into the tank and knocking it off balance.

Alarms blared in the cockpit.

“Warning! Condition critical!” Omega’s voice called. “Evacuate immediately!”

You groaned, your head pounding as you wiped blood from your brow. The tank shuddered violently as Discord ripped the canopy clean off.

“S-stay away!” Omega’s voice stammered. “Activating internal defenses!”

Mechanical arms shot out from the tank, swinging at Discord. He dodged effortlessly, tearing them apart with a flick of his claws.

“I-I’m sorry... captain...” Omega’s voice faded as her systems powered down.

Discord reached into the cockpit, grabbing you and lifting you into the air. His eyes glinted with triumph.

“You’ve lost,” he sneered.

Blood dripped from your mouth as you chuckled weakly. “I was never trying to win. I was just stalling you.”

Discord’s eyes widened as realization dawned. “What?!”

He threw you to the ground and disappeared in a flash, his focus now on finding Twilight.

You lay on the ground, your body battered and broken. Blood pooled around you as your vision blurred. Turning your head, you saw the lifeless shell of your spider tank.

“I’m sorry... Omega...” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

As the chaotic sky swirled above you, a faint smile crossed your lips.

“Please... win. For me... for all of us.”

Your vision darkened, and everything went quiet.

Act XV: A Life Worth Dying For

You never expected to wake up again.

Your body felt heavy, every inch of it aching as if weighed down by boulders. Despite the unbearable pain, a strange warmth surrounded you, as though someone—or something—had been taking care of you. Your vision was hazy, the shapes of your surroundings swirling into indistinct blurs.

You tried to move, but your body didn’t respond. The attempt sent sharp waves of pain through your chest, and you coughed violently. The metallic taste of blood filled your mouth, bitter and unavoidable. You blinked, trying to force clarity into your vision, but it remained stubbornly dim.

Faint sounds filtered through your dulled hearing—voices, muffled and distant. One was soft and familiar, trembling with worry: Fluttershy. You strained to hear more, but the effort was overwhelming. With a defeated sigh, you let your head rest back against the soft surface beneath you.

Gradually, your hearing sharpened. You heard hoofsteps drawing closer, accompanied by the soft murmur of Fluttershy’s voice. It sounded like she was speaking to someone outside the room. You couldn’t make out the words, but the anxiety in her tone was unmistakable.

You glanced down at yourself, forcing your gaze to focus. Bandages covered your body, some stained with blood. Your chest rose and fell unevenly, every breath sending a dull ache through your ribs. It wasn’t until you tried to move your arm that you noticed it.

Your right arm was gone.

The empty space where it had once been sent a cold jolt of horror through your already fragile state. You stared at the stump, wrapped tightly in layers of gauze, and tried to suppress the rising panic.

The door creaked open, and Fluttershy appeared, her coat a soft yellow blur against the muted light of the room.

Her gasp was sharp, and she hurried to your side. “Agent, you’re awake!” she exclaimed, her voice trembling. “Are you… are you alright?”

You shook your head weakly. Words failed you, and instead, you tried to lift your remaining hand to reassure her. It landed shakily on her shoulder, an action so small yet exhausting.

“Oh… oh my…” Fluttershy’s eyes filled with tears. She placed her hoof over your hand, her lip quivering as she tried to hold back sobs. “I’m so sorry, Agent. We’re all so sorry we weren’t there when you needed us.”

Her words stung, but not in anger—only sadness. You could see the weight of guilt she carried in her expression. You wanted to tell her it wasn’t her fault, that she and her friends had been fighting their own battle, but the strength to speak eluded you.

Fluttershy sniffled and wiped her eyes. “I-I’ll tell the others you’re awake,” she said quietly before slipping out of the room.

The silence that followed was heavy, broken only by the faint sounds of nature outside the window. You stared at the ceiling, every breath reminding you of your injuries.

Your thoughts drifted, bittersweet memories flooding your mind. You thought of all the moments you had shared with the ponies—moments filled with laughter, kindness, and love. These six ponies had become more than friends; they were family.

Tears welled in your eyes as you wondered what the future would hold. Would you still be able to help them? Would they still accept you, now that you were broken and incomplete?

The door flew open, jolting you from your thoughts.

“Agent!” Twilight’s voice rang out, filled with relief and worry. She rushed to your side, her violet eyes scanning your battered form. “Oh, Agent… look at you. My Celestia...”

Before you could respond, Rarity appeared behind her, her eyes wide with horror. “Darling, you poor, poor thing…” She trailed off, unable to finish as tears began to stream down her face.

The others followed one by one. Applejack removed her hat, holding it to her chest. “Sugarcube, what you did out there… it was mighty brave. Ain’t nobody I know who’d put themselves in harm’s way like that for us.”

Rainbow Dash hovered near the foot of the bed, her usual bravado replaced with quiet solemnity. “You’ve been out for three weeks,” she said softly. “We didn’t know if you were gonna make it.”

Three weeks. You closed your eyes, letting the weight of those words sink in. You had been teetering on the edge of death for nearly a month.

Twilight stepped forward, her horn glowing faintly as she levitated a small collection of objects into view. “I, um… I tried to salvage what I could from Omega,” she said, her voice trembling. “This is all that was left.”

She set the pieces on the bedside table: a cracked screen, a memory chip, a motherboard, and a few scraps of metal.

You stared at the remnants of your AI companion, your chest tightening. “Thank you,” you whispered, your voice hoarse and barely audible.

Twilight nodded, her expression filled with sorrow.

The ponies lingered for a while, each of them taking turns to offer words of comfort. Even Pinkie Pie, whose mane had yet to regain its usual bounce, placed a gentle hoof on your arm and promised to throw the biggest party for you once you recovered.

Eventually, they began to filter out, heeding Fluttershy’s gentle insistence that you needed rest. She was the last to leave, her eyes filled with quiet determination. “Please rest, Agent. You’ve been through so much already. I-I’ll check on you soon.”

You nodded faintly, watching as the door closed behind her.

Alone once more, your gaze drifted to the pile of components on the bedside table. You couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt as you looked at what remained of Omega. She had been more than just an AI; she had been a companion, a friend.

You reached out with your left hand, fingers brushing against the memory chip. Despite everything, a small spark of hope flickered in your chest. Perhaps there was a way to bring her back—or at least part of her.

As exhaustion weighed down on you, your thoughts turned back to the ponies. You thought of the way Fluttershy’s voice had trembled, the way Twilight had looked at you with a mix of relief and regret, the way Rarity had sobbed on your chest.

They cared about you. They *loved* you, just as you loved them.

And that made everything—every sacrifice, every wound—worth it.

You let your eyes drift shut, a faint smile on your lips. The pain, the fear, the uncertainty—it was all outweighed by the warmth of knowing you had a family.

A family worth living—and dying—for.

Author's Note

Sorry for the somewhat inconsistent posting of this story. I don’t know how many chapters I want this to run for, but this will probably be my longest, and will remain my longest, for a long time. I’m hoping I can get through to atleast the 2017 movie.

Act XVI: A Possibility

It had been weeks since you first woke up from your near-death experience, and though your body still ached in places, you felt ready to get back to work. The loss of your right arm was a constant reminder of your failure against Discord, but you were determined not to let it define you. You’d always prided yourself on human ingenuity—the ability to turn impossible situations into opportunities. That, and the parts Twilight had recovered from Omega, gave you hope.

Your first goal was clear: figure out what to do about your missing arm. Without it, you couldn’t build or fight like you used to. The pile of components Twilight had left you sat on a workbench in Fluttershy’s shed. A motherboard, a screen, some wiring, and a few unrecognizable scraps of metal stared back at you like a puzzle waiting to be solved.

No manual, no directions—but that was fine. Human magic, as you liked to call it, was all about improvisation. You didn’t need step-by-step instructions. You needed grit and imagination.

Your left hand was clumsy at first. Tasks that used to take seconds now took minutes, but you adjusted. Slowly but surely, you started experimenting. You connected wires, rerouted power, and studied the circuits of Omega’s remains like they were ancient scriptures. Despite your efforts, nothing seemed to work. Frustration built as each attempt failed, but you weren’t about to give up.

One day, while tinkering in the shed, Twilight stopped by to check on you.

“So, you really think this is going to work?” she asked, watching you work.

“I don’t know,” you admitted, staring at the half-built module in front of you. “But it has to. I don’t have any other options.”

Twilight tilted her head thoughtfully. “Maybe I can help. Let me see…” Her horn lit up, and a soft glow enveloped the screen and the memory chip. She mumbled something under her breath, and then the glow faded.

“Try it now,” she said.

With a deep breath, you pressed the power button. This time, the screen flickered to life, displaying a familiar image: the animated scientist figure that served as Omega’s interface.

“Captain?” Omega’s voice rang out, softer and more natural than before.

“Omega! You’re back,” you said, relief washing over you.

Omega looked around, her holographic form frowning. “Where is the tank? What happened? Running diagnostics…” A flurry of charts and data filled the screen as Omega processed her condition.

You sighed. “The tank is gone, Omega. Destroyed during the fight with Discord.”

The AI froze momentarily, her expression flickering to something almost human. “Destroyed? This… this can’t be…” Her voice faltered, tinged with emotion.

Twilight’s ears perked up. “Oh! I just used an animation spell to help jump-start her systems. Maybe it made her… uh, more alive?”

You looked at Omega curiously. “So, you’re technically alive now?”

Omega placed a digital hand over her chest. “That’s… unsettling, but also intriguing. I feel… different, Captain.”

“Well, alive or not, I need your help. Do you have anything in your database about prosthetic limbs?”

Omega nodded. “One moment.” She scanned her data, her holographic form flickering as she browsed. “Ah, here it is: Prosthetic Arm Module.” The screen changed to display a detailed schematic of an arm—sleek, functional, and eerily advanced.

Twilight’s eyes lit up. “Wow! That’s amazing! Can I help?”

Omega hesitated. “I appreciate your enthusiasm, Twilight, but—oh my. What was that? I sounded… robotic.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Uh, Omega, you *are* a robot. You’re not supposed to be alive.”

Omega crossed her arms, feigning offense. “That’s not very kind, Captain. But I understand.” She adjusted her posture. “Let me try again… Twilight, I’d be happy to collaborate. There, much better.”

Twilight practically squealed with delight. “Artificial life! This is groundbreaking! Do you realize what we’ve done?”

You couldn’t help but smile. “Yeah. We’ve made progress.”

The next few days were a blur of work. With Twilight providing the magical resources and Omega guiding you through the technical challenges, you felt like you were finally getting somewhere. Twilight brought in non-conductive materials, enchanted metals, and even some gemstones to power the arm. Meanwhile, Omega walked you through every step of the assembly process.

Despite the progress, it wasn’t easy. Working with your left hand slowed everything down. Wiring tiny circuits took hours, and attaching mechanical joints to the arm required delicate precision. More than once, you felt your temper flare as another piece slipped from your grip or failed to fit properly.

“Captain, you’re overthinking it,” Omega said after one particularly frustrating session. “Try approaching the problem from a different angle.”

“I’m trying!” you snapped, then immediately regretted it.

Twilight stepped in, placing a reassuring hoof on your shoulder. “Take a break. Sometimes it helps to step back and clear your head.”

You sighed, running a hand through your hair. “Maybe you’re right. Let’s call it a day.”

Finally, after countless revisions and adjustments, the prosthetic arm was complete. The sleek design mirrored the schematics Omega had provided, but you’d added a few personal touches: reinforced plating, a hidden compartment for tools, and a faint blue glow that ran along its joints.

You stared at it, both awed and apprehensive. “Alright, here goes nothing,” you said, sitting down as Twilight levitated the arm into place.

Omega guided the procedure. “Carefully align the neural interface with the remaining nerves. Twilight, keep the magic steady. Captain, this may feel… unpleasant.”

You gritted your teeth as the arm connected. A jolt of pain shot through your body, followed by a strange numbness. Slowly, sensation returned—not quite like your old arm, but close enough.

“Try moving it,” Twilight urged.

You flexed your new fingers, marveling as they responded instantly. The prosthetic was light, yet it felt powerful. You tested its range of motion, twisting your wrist and clenching your fist.

“How does it feel?” Omega asked, her voice filled with anticipation.

You smiled. “It feels… incredible.”

Twilight beamed. “You did it! I mean, we did it!”

Omega nodded. “This is a triumph of ingenuity and collaboration, Captain.”

You spent the next few days testing the arm in various scenarios. Its strength and precision surpassed your expectations, allowing you to lift objects with ease and perform delicate tasks. Twilight even set up a small obstacle course to push its limits.

At one point, Fluttershy stopped by to check on you. “Oh my goodness, Agent, your new arm looks amazing,” she said, her voice filled with awe. “I’m so glad you’re feeling better.”

“Thanks, Fluttershy. I still have a long way to go, but this is a good start,” you replied, flexing the arm for emphasis.

As the days passed, the arm became an extension of yourself—natural, intuitive, and powerful. You knew it was just the beginning, but for the first time since the battle with Discord, you felt like you had a chance to make things right.

The work wasn’t done. Omega still needed a new body, and there were lingering questions about what Discord’s chaos had left behind. But as you looked at your new arm, you couldn’t help but feel hopeful.

You turned to Omega, who smiled softly from her screen. “Ready for the next challenge, Captain?” she asked.

You nodded. “Always.”

Act XVII: The Coronation of Friendship

You woke up, stretched your limbs, and blinked at the odd sight outside your window. Checker-patterned clouds hung in the sky, their rigid, unnatural alignment standing in stark contrast to Equestria’s usual weather. The sight made you squint in suspicion. Was this really how you were going to celebrate your two-year anniversary in Equestria?

You sighed, rubbing your temples. “Omega,” you called, glancing at your metallic arm. The compartment on your forearm slid open, and Omega’s holographic face appeared on the embedded screen. She was busy sorting files but quickly turned her attention to you.

“What is it, Captain—oh my,” she said, her holographic eyes widening as she glanced at the scene outside.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” you muttered. “Can you run a scan? Is this Discord’s doing?”

“Raising scanning array,” Omega said. You lifted your arm as instructed, and a faint hum emitted from the device. After a few moments, Omega’s expression turned pensive. “This magical signature is not Discord’s. Its origin is something... unfamiliar. Whatever it is, it’s not chaos magic.”

You scratched the back of your head, frowning. “Then what is it? Maybe Twilight knows.”

The first oddity of the day met you before you could even leave Fluttershy’s cottage. Rainbow Dash, of all ponies, was there—and she was... corralling squirrels? She clumsily darted back and forth, trying to herd them into a neat little line.

“What are you doing?” you asked, watching the usually confident pegasus stumble over herself.

“Taking care of some chores,” Rainbow Dash said, sounding flustered. “I’m not great at it, but it’s what my cutie mark says, so it must be what I’m supposed to do, right?” She gestured to her flank, and sure enough, Fluttershy’s butterflies had replaced her lightning bolt emblem.

You blinked in disbelief. “Rainbow, what happened to your cutie mark?”

Before she could answer, a knock came from Fluttershy’s door. You opened it to find Twilight, her expression tense.

“Oh good, Twilight! I was just about to come find you,” you said. “Something’s wrong with Rainbow Dash. She has Fluttershy’s cutie mark, and she’s—uh, not great at animal care.”

Twilight’s eyes widened. “Wait, she has Fluttershy’s cutie mark? Are you sure?”

“See for yourself,” you replied, stepping aside so she could see Rainbow struggling outside.

Twilight’s horn lit up as she scanned Rainbow. “This isn’t Discord’s magic... It’s something else entirely.” She frowned. “We need to figure out what’s going on. Where’s Fluttershy?”

You quickly found Fluttershy, who had been tending to the animals Rainbow was supposed to be handling. After explaining the situation to her, she put a hoof to her chin in thought. “Oh my goodness... this is terrible. What could cause this?”

“That’s what we’re trying to figure out,” Twilight said. “We need to gather the others. Whatever’s happening, it’s affecting more than just Rainbow Dash.”

One by one, you and Twilight gathered the rest of the group. It quickly became clear that everypony’s cutie marks had been swapped. Rarity was trying (and failing) to control the weather with Rainbow’s thundercloud emblem, Pinkie Pie was attempting to farm apples at Sweet Apple Acres, and Applejack was causing chaos in Sugarcube Corner with Pinkie’s balloons on her flank.

Each of them was struggling, their natural talents suppressed by their swapped destinies. The confusion and frustration were palpable.

“Twilight, what’s causing this?” you asked as the group finally gathered in the Golden Oak Library.

Twilight pulled out a familiar book, its cover adorned with the six-pointed star of the Elements of Harmony. “I think it has something to do with the Elements and a spell I cast recently. It was unfinished, and I thought I could complete it...” She trailed off, guilt etched on her face.

Omega’s hologram appeared on your arm. “Captain, the magical energy emanating from this spell is highly unstable. It’s likely interacting with the Elements in a way that wasn’t anticipated.”

“Can we reverse it?” you asked.

“I think so,” Twilight said hesitantly. “But it’ll require the Elements of Harmony—and all of us working together.”

The group prepared the Elements, each pony donning their respective artifact. The process was slow, and you could feel the tension in the room. Twilight was visibly nervous as she adjusted the diadem on her head.

“Uh, are you sure this will work?” you asked, watching her carefully.

Omega chimed in, “There’s a 67% chance of success, Captain.”

Twilight gulped, shuffling her hooves nervously. “I... I think it will. But we have to try.”

As the ponies focused their magic, the Elements began to glow. A brilliant light enveloped Twilight, its intensity forcing you to shield your eyes. When the light finally faded, Twilight was gone.

“Twilight?!” Applejack called out, panic in her voice.

“Where’d she go?” Rarity asked, her voice trembling.

Fluttershy held her hooves over her head, trembling. “Oh no, oh no, oh no...”

You turned to Omega, who was furiously processing data. “Omega, run a scan! Where is she?”

“I sense a magical rift nearby, Captain,” Omega replied. “Permission to attempt to connect?”

“Do it,” you said.

Omega’s holographic form focused intently, her expression strained as her systems worked overtime. You felt your metallic arm heat up slightly as the connection strained against its limits.

After several tense moments, Omega sighed in frustration. “The rift is too weak. I can’t see what’s going on in there.”

Suddenly, a brilliant light appeared in the sky, cutting through the tension. The group ran outside, their eyes fixed on the glowing beacon. Twilight’s cutie mark burst forth into the heavens, sparkling like a constellation. A radiant orb of light descended from above, landing gently on the ground before them.

“Twilight? Is that you, darling?” Rarity called out hesitantly.

As the light faded, Twilight stood before them—but she was different. She unfurled a pair of magnificent wings, their feathers shimmering in the sunlight. The group gasped in unison.

“Woah...” Omega’s voice came from your arm, her tone full of awe.

You stood there, stunned, as Twilight took a shaky step forward. Her wings twitched slightly as if she wasn’t used to them yet.

“Adding entry,” Omega said, her holographic form typing on a digital notepad. “Alicorn Transformation: Twilight Sparkle.”

The group surrounded Twilight, their expressions a mixture of wonder and disbelief.

“You’re an alicorn now!” Pinkie Pie exclaimed, bouncing excitedly.

“Twilight... this is incredible,” Fluttershy said softly, her eyes wide with admiration.

Applejack tipped her hat, smiling. “Well, if this don’t beat all. You’ve earned it, sugarcube.”

Twilight looked at her friends, tears welling in her eyes. “I... I don’t know what to say. This wasn’t what I expected. I just wanted to fix everything...”

“And you did,” you said, stepping forward. “You brought everyone back to their true selves, and now you’ve been recognized for everything you’ve done.”

Omega nodded. “This transformation is a reflection of your growth, Twilight Sparkle. You’ve ascended to something greater—not just in power, but in responsibility.”

The celebration that followed was small but heartfelt. The ponies cheered for Twilight’s achievement, and even Princess Celestia appeared to formally acknowledge her as Equestria’s newest alicorn.

As you stood at the edge of the group, watching the joy unfold, you felt a sense of pride swell in your chest. Equestria had changed you in more ways than you could count. And now, watching Twilight ascend, you knew that the bonds of friendship you’d formed here were unbreakable.

This wasn’t just the coronation of a new princess. It was the coronation of friendship—a reminder that together, you could overcome anything.

Act XVIII: Slice of Life

It had been a while since you'd written a normal entry in your journal. Life had been so hectic lately that you hadn't had the chance to sit down and reflect. The most recent entry was from last week—a detailed account of Twilight Sparkle's transformation into an alicorn. It had been an extraordinary event, and the memory still lingered fresh in your mind. Today, however, felt like a day worth recording for different reasons.

You picked up the pen with your left hand. Your prosthetic arm, while an incredible piece of work, wasn’t ideal for delicate writing. You used it sparingly when it came to journal entries, preferring the clumsy yet reliable precision of your natural hand. It had taken time to adjust to the metallic addition to your body, but now it felt like an extension of yourself. The arm was more than just a tool—it was a symbol of perseverance, ingenuity, and a new chapter in your life.

Fortunately, Omega—your ever-present AI companion—had made the process of journaling more efficient. Her autocorrect feature caught every mistake, though you sometimes felt she was a little too enthusiastic about editing your personal thoughts.

The day began with a favor for Applejack. The orchards at Sweet Apple Acres had some dead trees that needed to come down, and your strength, along with your prosthetic’s capabilities, made you a natural choice to help.

“Wow, sugarcube!” Applejack exclaimed as you swung the axe with your mechanical arm. The blade cut cleanly through the trunk of a particularly stubborn tree. “That metal monster attached to ya really has a swing!”

You chuckled, resting the axe on your shoulder. “It does make certain jobs a lot easier. I’m glad I could help out.”

Applejack tipped her hat. “Much appreciated. We’d have been at this all day without ya.”

As you worked, your thoughts drifted to the conversation you’d had with Discord not too long ago. After your arm was lost, your relationship with the chaotic draconequus had been strained at best. However, things had taken a surprising turn when he approached you with an uncharacteristically solemn expression.

“Listen,” he had said, his voice unusually subdued. “I know we’ve had our differences, but if we both want to be friends with Fluttershy, I believe it’s best if we set them aside.”

At first, you were skeptical. Could the spirit of chaos truly feel guilt? But as you looked into his mismatched eyes, you saw something that resembled sincerity. With a long, exaggerated sigh, you extended your hand. Discord grinned, shaking it enthusiastically. It wasn’t a perfect resolution, but it was a start.

Later in the day, you found yourself baking with Pinkie Pie in Sugarcube Corner. The kitchen was a whirlwind of activity as Pinkie darted from one station to the next, mixing ingredients and decorating treats with her usual boundless energy.

You carefully used your left hand for most tasks, wary of how delicate the mechanisms in your prosthetic might be. Even though the arm was built for durability, you didn’t want to test its limits unnecessarily.

“Captain?” Omega’s voice chimed from the display on your arm.

“What’s up, Omega?” you asked, glancing at her holographic face.

“This may be a big request,” she began hesitantly, “but could you try and fabricate a body for me?”

You paused mid-stir, blinking in surprise. “A body?”

Before you could process the request, Pinkie Pie gasped dramatically, nearly dropping the frosting she was holding. “A body? Like a real body? Oh oh! I wanna help! Pleeeease let me help!”

You glanced between Pinkie’s wide, sparkling eyes and the pleading expression on Omega’s display. With a sigh, you nodded. “Alright, Omega. I’ll see what I can do. Do you have a schematic in mind, or are you still thinking about what you want?”

Omega smiled brightly. “Thank you, Captain! I’ve been compiling some ideas. I’ll upload a schematic to your files as soon as I finalize it.”

You suddenly felt your mechanical arm lift itself slightly, the movement not your own. It bobbed up and down with what could only be described as excitement.

“Uh, Omega? Can I have my arm back?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

Omega’s holographic face flushed. “Apologies, Captain. I don’t know what came over me.”

You chuckled. “It’s fine. I’ll get started after I finish helping Pinkie bake this cake.”

Pinkie let out a squeal of delight, tossing sprinkles into the air like confetti. “Cake! Yes! Let’s finish this masterpiece!”

The three of you continued baking, the kitchen filled with laughter, the occasional mishap, and the comforting aroma of freshly baked sweets.

By evening, you found yourself back at your workbench, sketching out preliminary designs for Omega’s new body. You weren’t sure what form it would take yet—something sleek and humanoid, perhaps, or maybe a more compact and functional design. Either way, it was a project that would take time and care.

Omega’s voice broke the silence. “Captain, may I ask a question?”

“Of course,” you said, not looking up from your sketch.

“Why are you doing this for me?”

The question made you pause. You set down your pencil and looked at her holographic face. “Because you’ve been with me through everything. You’ve helped me when I needed it most, and now I want to do the same for you. You deserve the chance to experience life in a way that’s more than just a screen on my arm.”

Omega’s expression softened. “Thank you, Captain. That means more to me than I can express.”

“Hey, don’t get too sentimental on me now,” you teased, picking up the pencil again. “We’ve got a lot of work to do.”

As the day wound down, you returned to your journal, adding the final touches to the entry. It was strange how much had changed since you’d first arrived in Equestria. You’d lost a part of yourself, but in its place, you’d gained something new—not just the prosthetic arm, but the friendships and experiences that had shaped you into who you were now.

Today hadn’t been a grand adventure or a life-changing event, but it was a day worth remembering. Sometimes, the quieter moments—the ones filled with laughter, teamwork, and a little bit of chaos—were the ones that mattered most.

Closing your journal, you placed it on the shelf and glanced at your mechanical arm. Omega’s display was dim, her holographic form inactive as she powered down for the night.

“Goodnight, Omega,” you said softly.

And for the first time in a while, you felt truly at peace.

Author's Note

Another three done. I’ll be back with the Season 4 finale and Season 5 beginning soon.

Act XIX: Made as One, Split into Two

The project to give Omega a body was more ambitious than anything you'd undertaken before. With her assistance, you began slowly, piecing together her new form bit by bit. At first, Omega wasn’t sure what she wanted. Her initial ideas lacked direction, but as time went on and the framework of her body took shape, her confidence grew. She started expressing preferences, tweaking details, and contributing ideas to the design.

Pinkie Pie made frequent visits to the workshop, her boundless enthusiasm providing both entertainment and energy. Sometimes she offered ideas—most of which were too whimsical to be practical—but more often, she brought cupcakes or cookies to keep you fueled.

As the project progressed, you noticed an issue: metal was becoming scarce. Equestria, with its abundance of crystalline structures, wooden buildings, and stone edifices, seemed to lack the industrial surplus you'd grown accustomed to. The spider tank had been a rare exception, and most of its scrap had already been used in the construction of your prosthetic arm.

Omega, however, didn’t see the shortage as a setback. In fact, she embraced it. “Captain,” she said one evening, her digital face glowing warmly on your arm’s display, “I’ve been thinking. I’ve come to love nature and how beautifully everything in it works together. I don’t need to be made of metal. I’d like my chassis to be mostly wood.”

You were initially surprised by the request, but as you worked with the natural materials, you realized how fitting it was. The wooden framework added a unique charm to her design, and the careful craftsmanship made it feel alive in a way metal never could. Omega’s new body was starting to reflect her personality: adaptable, resourceful, and deeply connected to her surroundings.

When the body was finally complete, it was time to transfer Omega. The process was strange and slightly unsettling. You began disassembling your prosthetic arm, piece by piece. Although the arm had no nerves, you experienced a phantom sensation as you removed its parts. It wasn’t painful, but it was undeniably uncomfortable—a reminder of how integrated the arm had become with your sense of self.

You carefully extracted the motherboard, memory card, and screen that housed Omega’s core functions. Twilight had helped craft a magical battery to serve as her power source. While it wasn’t powerful enough to run a vehicle like the spider tank, it was more than sufficient to keep Omega’s new body operational.

Once everything was in place, you installed the screen on what would serve as her head. With a faint hum, the screen lit up, and Omega’s familiar face appeared. Her digital eyes widened as she examined her new form. Slowly, she lifted one of her wooden arms, the grain catching the light of the workshop.

“Wow, Captain… it’s beautiful,” she said, her voice filled with wonder.

You smiled, a mix of pride and bittersweet emotion welling up inside you. Omega glanced at your prosthetic, which still lay partially disassembled on the workbench. Placing her oak hand over where her heart would be, she said, “Here, allow me to help.”

With surprising dexterity, she used her new hands to reassemble your arm. Her movements were precise, almost surgical, as she secured each piece back in place.

“Thanks, Omega,” you said once the arm was reattached.

She smiled on the screen. “Now, let’s see what this body can do!” she exclaimed.

Omega began moving around the workshop, testing her new limbs with childlike excitement. She waved her arms, bent her knees, and even attempted a clumsy spin that made you laugh. She was clearly enjoying her newfound freedom.

You asked Fluttershy to send a letter to Twilight, letting her know about Omega’s transformation. When Fluttershy arrived at the workshop, her eyes widened at the sight of your new wooden companion.

“Uhm… alright,” Fluttershy said, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Omega stepped forward, trying to reassure her. “Don’t be afraid, Fluttershy. It’s just me, Omega.”

Fluttershy relaxed slightly, though she still seemed a little nervous. “Oh, okay. I-I guess it’s just… new.” She hesitated, then added, “Discord and I are going to have a tea party soon, so… uhm… have fun with Twilight when she gets here.”

After Fluttershy left, you turned to Omega. “I know you love nature, but wood will decay over time. Let me know when it gets to be too much, and I’ll rebuild your chassis. Until then, take care of the wood that makes you… you.”

Omega nodded solemnly. “Understood, Captain. I’ll be mindful.”

Twilight didn’t take long to arrive. She burst through the door with her characteristic enthusiasm, her eyes lighting up when she saw Omega.

“Wow! I can’t believe you actually did it! Omega, look at you!” Twilight exclaimed, circling the wooden figure with fascination. “I knew you back when you were a tank!” she added, her voice turning playful and cutesy.

Omega folded her wooden arms and rolled her digital eyes, a small grin appearing on her screen. “Yes, I’ve come a long way, haven’t I?”

You laughed at the exchange. “My arm’s going to feel a little empty without you, Omega.”

She turned to you, her expression softening. “Apologies, Captain. But this is a choice I believe is more beneficial—for both of us.”

You nodded, understanding the truth in her words. “I’m glad you like your new body.”

Omega took a deep breath—or at least the wooden equivalent—and looked out the window at the world beyond. For the first time, she wasn’t just an observer or a tool. She was something more—an individual, ready to explore and experience life on her own terms.

Twilight watched the two of you, a smile on her face. “You’ve done something amazing here,” she said. “This isn’t just engineering. It’s… it’s a little bit of magic, too.”

“Maybe,” you replied, “but most of all, it’s friendship.”

Omega’s screen lit up with a warm smile. “And that’s the most powerful thing of all.”

Act XX: Able

The sky burned an angry red as if the heavens themselves had been set ablaze. The air felt heavier, thick with the weight of impending catastrophe. Omega stood beside you, her wooden frame tense with concern. Her digital face flickered into a radar screen as she began scanning the area.

“This isn’t good,” you muttered, your voice tight with unease.

“No, it’s not,” Omega agreed. Her radar pinged, and she reported, “Nine life forms detected. Six ponies, one dragon, one draconequus… and one centaur.”

“Centaur?” The word hit you like a punch to the gut. Your instincts screamed that this was far from an ordinary encounter. “We need to get a closer look.”

You broke into a sprint, Omega trailing close behind. The earth trembled beneath your feet as you drew nearer to the source of the disturbance. When you finally arrived at the scene, your blood ran cold.

Before you loomed the towering form of a centaur—Tirek, as you’d later learn—his colossal frame radiating an aura of raw power. Twilight Sparkle stood opposite him, her eyes blazing with determination. They exchanged words you couldn’t hear over the roaring wind and crackling magic. Then, in an instant, Tirek launched a devastating blast at the Golden Oak Library.

You watched in horror as Twilight’s home—the heart of so many memories—was obliterated into nothing but splinters and ash. Yet, Twilight reappeared, seemingly unshaken, ready to face the monstrous foe again.

Your heart sank as your gaze shifted to the sidelines. Your friends—all of them, even Discord—were trapped in magical cages, their strength and magic visibly drained. They looked frail, their vibrant spirits dimmed to faint flickers.

You crept closer, hoping to reach Fluttershy without drawing attention. The centaur’s booming voice filled the air as he monologued, seemingly oblivious to your movements. Kneeling by Fluttershy’s cage, you whispered, “Fluttershy… are you okay?”

Her weak, tear-filled eyes met yours. “Y-you need to leave,” she managed to gasp. “Twilight will huff take care of this.”

“I can’t leave you,” you said, your voice breaking.

Before you could say more, Omega’s wooden hand grabbed your shoulder, pulling you back just as a beam of raw energy erupted where you had been crouching. You turned to scold her, but her sharp gaze silenced you.

“You’re no help to them if you’re obliterated,” she said firmly.

Your attention snapped back to the fight as Twilight and Tirek clashed in a battle that shook the very ground beneath you. Their power was immense, each strike sending shockwaves through the air. Despite her strength, it was clear Tirek had the upper hand.

Suddenly, the cages holding your friends vanished, replaced by glowing bubbles that began to float away. “No!” you shouted, running after them, desperation fueling your every step. You stopped at a safe distance, watching helplessly as Tirek presented Twilight with a cruel ultimatum.

“So, what’ll it be, Twilight? Your friends… or your magic?”

You held your breath, your heart pounding as you waited for her response.

“I… I choose my friends,” Twilight said, her voice trembling but resolute.

“Wise choice,” Tirek sneered, and without hesitation, he drained her of her magic.

The sight was unbearable. Twilight writhed in agony as her strength was ripped from her, leaving her visibly weakened. You clenched your fists, your entire being screaming to intervene, but Omega’s cold hand rested on your shoulder again.

“Twilight has to have a plan… right?” she said, though there was uncertainty in her voice.

You nodded, though you weren’t sure if you believed it yourself.

After Tirek discarded Twilight, Discord handed her a necklace—the final piece of something important. Whatever Discord said to her seemed to spark a newfound resolve. Despite their weakened states, the group began to run, retreating into the forest.

You wanted to chase after them, to ensure their safety, but you knew you had to stay. If you could gather more information about Tirek, it might prove useful. Hiding behind the remnants of a shattered boulder, you observed him as he began to lay waste to everything in his path.

Omega’s digital face flickered with worry. “This destruction… it’s worse than I expected,” she murmured.

“We need to stay out of sight,” you whispered, your heart hammering as Tirek turned in your direction. For a moment, you thought he’d spotted you, but his attention was drawn elsewhere.

A brilliant rainbow sphere of light emerged from the forest, its radiant glow cutting through the crimson sky. Inside the sphere, you could see the silhouettes of your friends, their forms imbued with a power you couldn’t comprehend.

“Impossible!” Tirek roared, his voice laced with panic. “I stole all the magic!”

Then came Twilight’s voice, amplified and filled with unshakable conviction. “You may have stolen Alicorn magic, Tirek, but there’s one magic you can’t steal—the magic of friendship!”

You glanced at Omega, whose face was a mixture of awe and determination. “Adding ‘Tirek’ to database,” she said softly before returning her gaze to the unfolding battle.

Tirek unleashed a massive blast of energy at the rainbow sphere, but it dissipated harmlessly against the shimmering light. Beams of rainbow energy shot out, enveloping the centaur in a storm of brilliance. His massive form writhed as the power he’d stolen was torn from him, leaving him weakened and defeated.

When it was over, the sky began to clear, returning to its familiar blue. The oppressive weight that had hung over Equestria lifted, replaced by a sense of calm and renewal.

You and Omega emerged from your hiding spot, surveying the aftermath. Tirek was gone, sealed away, and your friends stood triumphant, though visibly exhausted.

As you approached them, Twilight turned to you, a weary smile on her face. “We did it,” she said, her voice soft but resolute.

“You did,” you replied, your voice filled with both pride and relief. “You all did.”

Omega stepped forward, her wooden frame creaking slightly. “Captain,” she said, her tone thoughtful, “today, I learned something important.”

“What’s that?” you asked, curious.

She glanced at the group of ponies who had just saved Equestria. “Strength doesn’t just come from technology or power. It comes from connection—being there for each other, even in the darkest times.”

You smiled, placing a hand on her shoulder. “You’re right, Omega. And that’s something Tirek could never understand.”

As the group began to make their way back to Ponyville, you walked alongside them, your heart heavy with the memories of what you’d witnessed but lighter knowing that friendship had once again prevailed.

Act XXI: Demons from the Past

The crisp air of Equestria felt heavy, burdened with the scars of Tirek’s attack. Though peace had returned, the memories clung to you like shadows, refusing to fade. As you walked your usual path through the woods, your mind raced with fragmented images—Twilight’s agonized face as her magic was torn from her, the destruction left in Tirek’s wake, and the haunting realization of how powerless you’d felt.

This walk was meant to clear your head, but fate had other plans. A sudden flash of light broke through the trees, followed by the unmistakable hum of machinery. You froze, instincts sharpened. From the disturbance, a portal crackled into existence, and from it emerged another probe, its metallic surface gleaming ominously.

You didn’t hesitate. The sight of the probe filled you with dread. With a swift motion, you clenched your metal fist and struck it hard, disabling its thrusters. The machine sputtered and dropped to the ground with a metallic clang. Grabbing it by its now-useless propulsion system, you began to drag it toward Fluttershy’s shed, determination etched into your face.

As you pulled it along, a voice crackled from its speakers. “Agent [REDACTED]! Please, put the probe down, and let’s talk like… humans.”

The voice was garbled but familiar enough to send a chill down your spine. Your grip on the probe tightened.

Dragging it deeper into the forest, away from prying eyes, you positioned yourself in front of its camera. “Talk,” you growled. “Who’s there?”

There was a pause before the voice replied, hesitant but resolute. “Uhm, this is Dr. Kugelblitz. We sent this probe to check on you. Your vitals have been… interesting, to say the least.”

You narrowed your eyes at the machine. “I already told you: this place is dangerous. I’ve barely managed to survive on my own,” you lied, repeating the fabricated story you’d told the last probe.

A sigh crackled through the speakers. “Yes, we’ve come to that conclusion,” Kugelblitz admitted. “Which is why we’re sending a small portion of the military to purge this world of its inhabitants and make it our own.”

The words struck you like a physical blow. You staggered back, your heart pounding in disbelief. “What? No! You can’t!”

There was a pause, then Kugelblitz’s voice returned, colder this time. “[REDACTED], listen. This world—there’s something ethereal about it. Something powerful. If we can tap into its energy, we’ll be unstoppable.”

“You don’t understand!” you shouted into the camera, desperation bleeding into your voice. “This world isn’t just a resource to exploit. It’s alive, filled with beings—innocent lives that don’t deserve this!”

“I’m sorry, but the decision has been made,” Kugelblitz said with finality. “We’ll be arriving in a couple of months. Until then, survive however you can. Good luck, Agent [REDACTED], and we’ll see about upgrading that arm of yours.”

Before you could respond, the probe emitted a low whine and powered down.

You stood there, fists clenched and teeth gritted, the forest unnaturally silent around you. Finally, with a deep breath, you picked up the lifeless probe and dragged it the rest of the way to Fluttershy’s shed.

Omega greeted you as you entered. Her wooden frame was bathed in the soft glow of the shed’s lantern. “Captain, is that a probe?” she asked, her voice tinged with curiosity and concern.

“Yes,” you replied curtly. “And I need you to slice it. Find out everything you can. Can you do that?”

“Of course, Captain,” Omega said, moving toward the probe with precision. “But… what are you preparing for?”

You hesitated, the weight of the situation pressing down on you. “War,” you whispered.

Omega paused, her digital face flickering with a rare display of emotion. “War?”

You didn’t respond. Instead, you turned and left the shed, the weight of your mission pulling you toward Twilight’s castle.

The crystalline walls of the Castle of Friendship shimmered under the sunlight, a stark contrast to the grim determination etched into your face. You knocked on the massive doors, and after a moment, Spike answered.

“Oh, hey!” he greeted cheerfully. “What brings you here?”

“I need to talk to Twilight,” you said, your tone cold and urgent.

Spike raised an eyebrow but nodded. “Uh, sure. One sec.”

He called for Twilight, and soon she appeared, her warm smile faltering slightly as she took in your serious expression. “Agent, what’s wrong? How can I help you?”

“I need a book,” you said bluntly. “One that details all the magical artifacts in Equestria.”

Twilight blinked, momentarily caught off guard by your tone, but her love for knowledge quickly took over. “Oh! I have just the thing!” she said, her voice tinged with excitement. She led you into her vast library, where she began sifting through the shelves.

After a few moments, she pulled out a thick tome with an ornate cover. “Here it is: *Equestria’s Artifacts, Collector’s Edition*. This should have everything you need.”

You nodded in thanks, taking the book without another word. Twilight’s brow furrowed with concern. “Are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’ll be fine,” you said flatly, already turning to leave.

Back at your home, you sat at your table, the book open before you. Each page detailed powerful relics, their histories, and their locations. You read late into the night, the flickering candlelight casting shadows across the room.

Omega entered quietly, her wooden frame creaking as she moved. “The probe’s data has been decrypted,” she said.

“What did you find?” you asked, not looking up from the book.

“Their plans are as they said,” Omega replied. “A military force is being prepared. Their technology is advanced, but they’re underestimating this world’s magic.”

You closed the book, your jaw set. “Then we need to find these artifacts before they arrive. We’ll use this world’s magic to defend it.”

Omega nodded. “Understood, Captain. I’ll assist in any way I can.”

For a moment, the weight of the situation hung between you. Then, quietly, you said, “I can’t let them do this, Omega. This world… it’s my home now. They won’t take it from me.”

Omega’s digital face softened. “And they won’t, Captain. Not while we stand together.”

You returned to the book, determination burning in your chest. There was much to do, and time was running out. You would find the artifacts. You would prepare.

This was your fight now.

Act XXII: A Glimmer of Hope

The night had fallen silent, and the weight of your plan loomed heavily on your shoulders. You were about to put the first steps into action when the air around you distorted. A flash of light blinded you, and before you could react, you felt yourself being pulled into a rift.

“Omega!” you shouted, your voice desperate as you reached out for her. But there was no response, no sign of her wooden frame or glowing screen.

You were hurled through an indescribable void, spinning and twisting as the world fragmented around you. When you finally landed, you groaned, your body aching from the disorienting journey. As you opened your eyes, you realized you were back in Fluttershy’s cottage—or at least, it looked like it. Something was different. The air felt heavy, and the atmosphere carried an unnatural stillness.

You stumbled to the window and looked outside. The moon hung high in the sky, but it wasn’t moving. It was frozen at its zenith, bathing the world in an eerie, eternal twilight. Your instincts told you something was very, very wrong.

Shaking off the dizziness, you set out for Twilight’s castle, hoping to find answers. The familiar path to her crystalline home felt unfamiliar now, the stillness of the world unnerving. When you arrived, your heart sank. The castle was gone. All that remained was the map table, standing alone amidst the ruins.

Suddenly, movement caught your eye. You crouched behind a fallen tree, watching in disbelief as Twilight walked toward the table—accompanied by Nightmare Moon.

“But we defeated her,” you whispered to yourself, your mind racing. This couldn’t be real. This had to be some kind of illusion or dream.

Before you could make sense of it, Twilight cast a spell, her horn glowing with a powerful aura. A vortex of light opened in the air, and you felt its pull.

“No—wait!” you shouted, but it was too late. The force dragged you in, and you were thrown into another dimension.

When you landed again, you found yourself in the middle of a dense, dark forest. The air was humid, and the sounds of rustling leaves and distant chittering filled your ears. You staggered to your feet, trying to orient yourself.

“What is going on?” you muttered, your voice echoing in the oppressive silence.

A loud, booming voice broke through the quiet, sending chills down your spine. It was unmistakably Chrysalis. You didn’t know much about her beyond what your friends had told you, but you knew she had been defeated as well. Yet here she was, commanding the forest like a queen.

Your instincts told you to run, but your legs refused to move. Before you could decide what to do, the air shimmered again, and you felt the now-familiar pull of time dragging you away.

You landed harder this time, the impact sending a shockwave of pain through your body. When you looked up, your heart sank. The world around you was a wasteland, covered in ash and dust. The air was thick and suffocating, and the sky was a dull, lifeless gray.

In the distance, you spotted Twilight. She was standing face-to-face with a mare who looked eerily like her—same lavender coat, same determined stance, but there was something darker about this pony. Her mane was jagged, her eyes filled with bitterness.

You crawled closer, trying to hear their conversation. Twilight’s voice carried over the barren landscape, filled with anger and frustration. The other mare shouted back, her words sharp and biting. The tension between them was palpable.

Suddenly, something shifted. The other mare’s expression softened, and the anger in her eyes gave way to a glimmer of understanding. She said something you couldn’t quite hear, and Twilight extended a hoof.

You held your breath as the mare hesitated, then reached out and took it.

A bright light engulfed them both, and before you could process what had happened, the pull of time seized you again.

When you opened your eyes, you were back in Fluttershy’s cottage. You sat up slowly, your head spinning and your stomach churning. The disorienting jumps through time had left you feeling like you might vomit, but you fought it down. There wasn’t time to be sick.

You took a moment to steady yourself, breathing deeply as the room stopped spinning. The familiar surroundings of the cottage brought a small sense of comfort, but your mind was racing.

The things you’d seen—the frozen moon, the wasteland, the alternate versions of your friends—were overwhelming. Yet amidst the chaos, one thought burned brightly in your mind.

“If magic can do that,” you muttered to yourself, “then maybe we stand a chance.”

The possibilities unfolded before you. Magic capable of bending time and altering realities could be the key to fighting back against the military force that was coming. If you could harness that power, you might be able to protect Equestria.

But there was no time to waste. The artifacts you’d read about in Twilight’s book could hold the answers you needed. You stood up, determination replacing the dizziness in your head.

“I have to find them,” you said aloud, your voice firm.

Omega’s voice crackled to life as she entered the room, her wooden frame creaking softly. “Captain, are you alright? You disappeared for a while.”

“I’m fine,” you replied, though you weren’t entirely sure it was true. “But we have work to do.”

Omega tilted her head, her screen displaying a curious expression. “What happened?”

You hesitated, unsure of how to explain the chaotic journey you’d just experienced. Finally, you said, “Let’s just say I’ve seen what magic is capable of—and it’s more powerful than I ever imagined.”

Omega nodded, her expression shifting to one of determination. “Then let’s get to work, Captain. The future of this world depends on it.”

You looked out the window, the moon still hanging high in the sky, casting its silvery light over the land. For the first time in what felt like forever, you felt a spark of hope. The road ahead would be treacherous, but you wouldn’t walk it alone.

With Omega by your side and the knowledge of Equestria’s magic in your hands, you were ready to fight for the world that had become your home.

Author's Note

This is going to be the last chapter for the weekend (maybe.) I will work on and hopefully finish the final 10 chapters of the story (if it even needs that many.)