“N-nightmare?” I askas I look at Snowdrop.

No. This was not a nightmare. It was real. I've met him. The insane deity, the force that led me here. But he's not a deity... he's the devil himself.

My thoughts spiral, a whirlwind of confusion and fear. Why? Why did he do this to me? Entertainment? What the hell does that even mean? Who am I in this story? Am I just a pawn? A tool?

“BROOO!” Snowdrop’s voice cuts through my spiraling panic as she practically yells into my ear.

I flinch, snapping back to reality as she leans in, grinning mischievously. “Do I need to set off fireworks next time to get your attention, or maybe I should just start throwing pillows at you?”

A small laugh escapes me despite the lingering horror in my chest. “Ugh, sorry, Snowy,” I mutter, running my hands down my face, stretching it like I’m trying to pull myself back together.

“Holy shit,” I groan, “this wasn’t just a nightmare, Snowy. It was… disgusting.”

She doesn’t press further, just extends her hand to help me off the floor. I take it, gripping tightly, and rise on shaky legs.

“Jesus, what time is it?” I ask.

“Four in the freaking morning,” she replies, crossing her arms with a mock glare. “You woke me up at four in the morning, and if you pull this again, I swear, I’ll start charging you rent for disturbing my beauty sleep.”

“Geez, Snowy, go back to bed. I’ll take a shower,” I mumble, trying to shake off the cold sweat clinging to me.

She smirks and pats my shoulder. “Good idea, you stink of bad vibes and regret.” With that, she turns and saunters out of the room, muttering under her breath “Waking me up at four… unbelievable. I should start keeping a spray bottle for moments like this.”

The bathroom lighting feels harsh, but I don't mind. I removed my clothes from yesterday. My gaze lands on my wrapped arm, and I pause.

Slowly, I remove the bandage, my breath caught as I noticed the faint marks of the wound. It's healing, but the sight of it sends shivers down my spine.
“Thanks for your mercy, you bastard,” I mutter bitterly, staring at the wound as if the entity could hear me. “Mercy, huh? What a joke.”

The shower water is scalding hot when I step under it, but I don’t adjust it. The heat feels like it’s burning away the lingering touch of that nightmare, or whatever it was.

I close my eyes, and it all comes flooding back. The entity’s laughter, the pain, the overwhelming sense of helplessness.

“You will die, reincarnate, just to give me a show to watch…”

The words echo in my head, twisting and turning, refusing to leave me alone. I lean against the shower wall, pressing my forehead against the cold tile as the water cascades down my back.

“Just a tool. Just a tool…” I whisper to myself, the words barely audible over the rushing water.

My chest tightens, and a sob escapes before I can stop it. I slam my fist against the wall, the sound drowned out by the shower.

“It wasn’t a dream, It was real. All of it.”

I don’t know how long I stand there, letting the water pour over me. Time feels meaningless. My legs eventually give out, and I slide down to sit on the shower floor, knees pulled to my chest.

“Why me?” I ask the empty bathroom, my voice breaking. “What did I do to deserve this?”

But there’s no answer. Just the water and the faint echo of his laughter in my mind.

When I finally force myself to move, the water has turned lukewarm. I turn it off, sitting there for a moment longer before standing. My reflection in the mirror looks haggard, dark circles under my eyes, my face pale and drawn.

“Get it together” I mutter to myself. “You’re not gonna let him win. You’re not gonna break.”

I rewrap the bandage on my arm, careful not to look at the wound for too long. With a heavy sigh, I grab a towel and head back to my room.

Snowdrop’s light snores drift through the hall, and I pause by her door, peeking inside. She’s sprawled out on her bed, her blankets half-kicked off.

A faint smile tugs at my lips despite everything. “At least she’s okay,” I think, closing her door quietly.

Back in my room, I lie on the bed, exhausted. My body feels heavy, and my head is still buzzing from the entity's words.

As sleep starts to take me again, one thought lingers: I don’t know how, but I’ll survive this. I have to. For Sunset. For Snowdrop.

Weight pressed down on my chest, rousing me from a deep, uneasy sleep. I groaned, blinking against the faint light filtering into the room. When my vision cleared, I saw Snowdrop perched on my torso, her legs crossed, a mischievous grin on her face.

Her head tilted to the side, her silver hair falling like a curtain. “Oh, did I wake you up?” she asked, her tone drenched in faux innocence.

“Ughhhh,” I groaned, throwing an arm over my face. I forgot how annoying you were when I was sixteen.

Her grin widened. “Oh, come on, big bro! Don't look at me like that. I know You love me,” she teased, poking my forehead with her finger.

“Geez, little spoiled brat” my mind wandered back to my old life. Back then, she wouldn’t have even talked to me. Not after the mess I’d made of myself. I thought about how things had changed after I turned nineteen. That was when she started closing the distance, started treating me like a brother again. But...

I froze for a moment. She was there when I—

Did I die?

Or was I just transported?

“OUCH! EKHG, EKGH!” I coughed and sputtered, suddenly choking as cold water sprayed directly into my face.

“What the hell was that for?!” I yelled, sitting up abruptly.

Snowdrop stood over me, holding a spray bottle with an impish glint in her eyes. “I told you! It’s not spray, but I think it’s good!” she declared with mock conviction, then sprayed me again for good measure.

“Bad cat! Bad cat!” she scolded, barely holding back her laughter.

“Oh, you’ve crossed the line now!” I growled, lunging at her.

She squealed, trying to dodge, but I grabbed her and pulled her into a bear hug, digging my fingers into her scalp to give her a playful but relentless head scratch.

“OW! OW! OW! STOP! I’M SOWWY! I’M SOWWY!” she cried, squirming in my grasp.

“You don’t mess with the big bro,” I teased, ruffling her hair even more.

“PLEASE STOP!” she wailed dramatically. Then, at the top of her lungs, she screamed, “DAAAAAAAD! HE’S BEING MEAN AGAIN!”

The door creaked open, and our father stepped in, his demeanor calm as ever. He adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose and sighed, looking at the scene in front of him.

“When will you two grow up?” he asked, his voice tinged with a mixture of exasperation and amusement.

“Grow up,” I repeated under my breath, the words hitting me harder than they should have.

The memory surfaced before I could stop it, my dad saying the same thing to me in another life, another world. I was sitting in the passenger seat of his car, freshly picked up from the police station after knocking out a guy who’d looked at me the wrong way. His disappointment had cut deeper than the scrape on my knuckles.

I blinked, shaking the memory away, and turned my attention back to Snowdrop.

“Dad, he’s evil! Look what he did to me!” she whined, pointing accusingly at her slightly disheveled hair.

Dad raised an eyebrow. “You woke him up by spraying water in his face, didn’t you?”

Snowdrop gasped, feigning outrage. “How could you betray me like this, Father?!”

“You’re not fooling anyone, Snowy,” he replied, patting her head affectionately.

I smirked. “Justice has been served.”

“Pfft, whatever,” she huffed, sticking her tongue out at me before retreating behind Dad. “He’s still mean, though.”

Dad sighed again, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Both of you, try not to destroy the house while I’m here. I’ll be downstairs.”

As he left, Snowdrop gave me one last glare before her pout broke into a grin. “You know, you’re lucky I didn’t bring the hose.”

“Next time, I’ll be ready,” I shot back, laughing as I stood up and stretched.

Snowdrop lingered in the doorway for a moment, her teasing demeanor softening. “You’re weird, you know that?”

I raised an eyebrow. “Thanks?”

“No, I mean… you seem different lately,” she said, her voice quieter. “But, like, in a good way. You’re less… closed off. It’s nice.”

Her words caught me off guard, and I stared at her, unsure how to respond.

“Anyway,” she continued, waving her hand dismissively, “don’t let it get to your head. You’re still annoying.”

And with that, she skipped out of the room, leaving me standing there.

Welli should get ready for the day. Maybe Snow didn’t know it, but she was a big part of why I wanted to keep going, why I wanted to make things right in this world

“Uggghhhhh, I don’t want to go to school,

All I wanted to do was stay in bed and binge-watch My Little Pony. Yeah, laugh all you want, but watching those episodes used to be my escape. A world where people—well, ponies—cared about one another in a way that seemed almost too good to be true.

But now... everything felt so strange. Sure, seeing them in real life was the best thing that had ever happened to me, but it wasn’t what I’d imagined.

Back in my old life, I used to make up stories about them. Yeah, I was that kind of guy. The one who’d sit at his desk with a notebook, crafting these wild, ridiculous plots where I’d swoop in and save the day, and—ugh, this is so embarrassing—where Sunset would fall in love with me just because I was... there.

I winced, burying my face deeper into the pillow. Well, that’s awkward, is this even reality?

Reality. That word felt heavier now than it ever had before.

The Sunset I thought I knew was someone I had pieced together from episodes and fanfictions, from my own desperate need for an escape. But the Sunset here? She was so much more than that.

And then there was me.

The guy who, apparently, Lucifer himself had dragged into this mess. I smirked despite myself, the thought so absurd it almost made me laugh. “King of Hell,” I muttered under my breath. “What a great resume line.”

“IF YOU DON’T COME HERE IN THREE MINUTES, I SWEAR I’LL KICK YOU SO HARD YOU WON’T FEEL YOUR LEG FOR A MONTH!”

Snowdrop’s voice echoed from downstairs.

“Ah, the joys of having a sister,” I muttered sarcastically.

My room was a mess—clothes scattered across the floor, papers crumpled in the corner, my old bandages tossed carelessly on the nightstand.

“Ah, well,” I sighed, swinging my legs over the edge of the bed. “Time to face the day.”

But as I stretched, I couldn’t shake the heaviness in my chest. The dream, if you could even call it that, still lingered, its shadow stretching over everything like a storm cloud. The entity’s words replayed in my mind, over and over again, gnawing at the edges of my sanity.

“You’re only here for my entertainment...”

I clenched my fists, nails digging into my palms. Was that all I was? Some kind of joke? A tool to be used and discarded?

No.

I wouldn’t let that thing define me.

As I reached for my clothes, I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. I looked... tired. Older, somehow. The scars on my arm peeked out from beneath the loose fabric of my shirt, a stark reminder of the reality I was trapped in.

“Get it together”

“HEY, BRO!” Snowdrop’s voice cut through the air again, louder this time. “DO I NEED TO COME UP THERE AND DRAG YOU DOWN?!”

I rolled my eyes, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips despite everything. “Geez, she’s persistent”

As I made my way downstairs, Snowdrop stood at the bottom of the steps, hands on her hips, an exaggerated pout on her face.

“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood today,” she said, tossing her hair dramatically.

“Good mood, huh?” I teased, ruffling her hair as I walked past her.

She swatted my hand away, sticking her tongue out at me. “You’re impossible.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said with a chuckle. “Let’s just get this over with.”

We sat down for breakfast with mom’s signature scrambled eggs and Snowdrop’s boundless energy. She practically skipped around the table, humming a tune to herself while I sat there, staring blankly at my plate.

It wasn’t that the food wasn’t good,mom was a great cook, it was just... I had other things on my mind.

Like homework.

Fuuuuuuuck. I groaned internally, shoving a forkful of eggs into my mouth as if eating faster would somehow make the problem disappear. I’d told myself last night I’d get to it later. Well, guess what? Later had come way too soon.

“Oooh, someone’s grumpy today,” Snowdrop teased, her voice pulling me out of my thoughts.

“Yeah, yeah,” I muttered, waving her off.

I considered trying to rush through it now, maybe scribble something halfway decent in the five minutes I had left before we had to leave, but who was I kidding? I’d just have to face the consequences. What’s the worst that could happen, right? A lecture? A zero? At this point, it felt like small potatoes compared to... everything else.

Snowdrop giggled, probably at some joke she’d made in her head, and I couldn’t help but smile a little. Despite everything, her energy was contagious.

After breakfast, we grabbed our bags and headed out. The morning air was cold, and the streets were still quiet, save for distant sound of birds chirping. Snowdrop walked beside me, earbuds dangling from her neck, her phone in her hand.

I glanced over at her as we walked. She had that bounce in her step again, like she was living in her own little world. For a moment, I envied her.

“Stop looking at me like that” she said without glancing up from her phone."I can feel you staring, big bro. What? You think I’m gonna break into song like I’m in one of those cheesy teen dramas?”

My face flushed. “No, I—”

She cut me off, slipping her earbuds into her ears and swaying her head dramatically to an imaginary beat. “Look at me, I’m the star of my own music video,” she teased, her voice lilting.

We walked in comfortable silence for a bit after that. Well, mostly silent—Snowdrop hummed softly to whatever song she was listening to, and I tried to push thoughts of the entity, Sunset, and homework out of my head.

When we reached the school, the main courtyard was already bustling with students. And there they were: the Main 5, sitting near the base of the statue. They looked so... normal. Like any other group of friends hanging out before class.

But they weren’t normal. Not to me, anyway.

Sunset was the first to notice us. She looked up, her eyes catching mine, and a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She raised a hand in a casual wave, but I could see the warmth behind it.

Snowdrop noticed too. “Well, look at that,” she said, her voice dripping with mock drama. “Miss ‘Reformed Bad Girl’ isn’t holding a grudge after all.”

I gave her a look. “Snow, don’t—”

She cut me off, waving back at Sunset with exaggerated enthusiasm.

Sunset’s smile faltered for a split second, clearly caught off guard, but then it widened, genuine and unshaken.

Snow turned to me, smirking. “See? She’s fine.”

“I’m serious, Snow. Don’t—”

“Relax,” she said, her tone light. “I’m not gonna ruin your big high school love story. You’ve got that covered all on your own.” She gave me a playful nudge before walking off toward the Crusaders.

“Don’t get them in trouble,” I called after her.

Snow turned around, walking backward as she shouted, “Only if it’s fun trouble!”

I shook my head, exhaling a laugh despite myself. She had a way of keeping things light, even when everything felt heavy.

As I turned back toward the girls, my steps slowed. Sunset was still smiling at me.

The others glanced my way too, acknowledging me with casual waves or nods, but their attention drifted back to their conversation quickly. Sunset, though, kept watching me, waiting.

I hesitated for a moment, adjusting the strap of my bag on my shoulder. This was it, wasn’t it? Another step forward, another chance to figure out where I fit in this new, strange reality.

“Hey,” I said as I approached.

“Hey,” Sunset replied, her smile softening. “You doing okay?”

I hesitated. Was I okay? No, not really. But looking at her,at the genuine concern in her expression,I didn’t want to unload everything.

“Yeah,” I lied, forcing a smile. “Just... tired, I guess.”

Pinkie Pie, as expected, wasn’t having it. “You can’t be tired because... today... we’re inviting you to our musical training!”

“Huh?” I blinked, startled.

“Yeah, about yesterday,” Rainbow Dash chimed in, leaning against the statue with her trademark casual confidence. “We kinda talked a bit about you, and, y’know... we shouldn’t judge you just because of, like, one mistake.”

“Exactly,” Applejack added with a nod, her honest smile easing some of my tension. “If you’re serious ‘bout wantin’ to be our friend, then, well... we’d be wrong not to give you a proper chance.”

“Besides,” Rarity said with a graceful flip of her hair, “how could we possibly say no to that sweet face?”

My heart felt like it was about to explode. THEY ARE LIKE IN THE MOVIES! My thoughts spiraled in excitement. OMG, OMG, OMG. This was actually happening. They were letting me in. They were giving me a chance.

“I... I would be happy to be a real friend to all of you!” I blurted out, barely able to contain my joy.

The girls exchanged glances.

“That’s not, like, the most awesome thing to say,” Rainbow muttered under her breath, crossing her arms.

“Rainbow,” Rarity scolded gently, giving her a pointed look. “It’s good that he’s being honest about his feelings. It shows he’s not hiding anything.”

I let out a mental sigh of relief. If only Rarity knew how far from the truth that was. I wasn’t being entirely honest—not with them, and definitely not with myself. But in this moment, I didn’t care. They were accepting me, flaws and all, and that was more than I could’ve hoped for.

The moment didn't last long, something caught my eye.

Three people stood near the entrance, locked in what looked like an intense argument.

The first was a tall, imposing woman with green streaks in her long, dark hair and a sharp, calculating gaze. Her outfit was edgy, almost regal, and she carried herself with an air of authority.

Beside her was a smaller girl with light pink hair tied into innocent pigtails. Her expression, however, was anything but innocent—her sharp eyes and mischievous smirk hinted at something far more cunning.

The third member of their group was a burly guy with spiked red hair and a punk-rock aesthetic. He looked like the type who thrived on chaos, his posture relaxed but his eyes glinting with a dangerous edge.

They weren’t just standing there, they were arguing.

The green-haired woman pointed a finger at the red-haired guy, her voice sharp. The pink-haired girl rolled her eyes, clearly exasperated, while the guy seemed amused by the whole thing.

“Huh,” I muttered to myself. “I don’t remember them from the show...”

I turned to Sunset. “Who are they?”

She followed my gaze, her expression darkening slightly. “Them? Cozy glow, Chrisalis and Tirek. They’re a new band competing in the Battle of the Bands. They call themselves Oblivion’s Wake.”

“Oblivion’s Wake?” No. No, fucking way.

I stared at the trio by the school entrance, my heart racing. My stomach churned with an unsettling mix of fear and disbelief.

They shouldn’t be here.

“They’re good,” Sunset continued, unaware of my internal meltdown. “Really good. But there’s something about them I can’t quite figure out.”

I barely registered her words as my thoughts spiraled. Oblivion’s Wake. Chrysalis, Cozy, Tirek. My chest felt tight as their names echoed in my head.

No, this can’t be happening. They’re not supposed to be here.

“They’ve got this edge,” Sunset said, her eyes narrowing as she glanced back at them. “It’s like they’re not just here to win. It’s like they’re here to... take something.”

Take something? My mind raced, replaying everything I knew. This isn’t right. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go.

“Chrysalis is the lead singer,” Sunset explained. “She’s... intense.”

Intense? Intense doesn’t cover it. Chrysalis—Queen Chrysalis—was ruthless. Cunning. She didn’t just want to win, she wanted to dominate, to bend everything and everyone to her will.

“The pink-haired one, Cozy Glow, plays the keyboard,” Sunset continued. “Don’t let her looks fool you—she’s sharp and knows how to get under people’s skin.”

Cozy Glow. Sweet, manipulative, dangerous. Her innocent appearance hid a mind as sharp as a blade. She didn’t just push buttons, she dismantled entire systems with a smile.

“And the red-haired guy, Tirek, is on bass,” Sunset finished. “He’s... let’s just say he’s got a reputation for being unpredictable.”

Tirek. Fucking Tirek. The name alone sent shivers down my spine. Unpredictable? That was putting it lightly. He was chaos personified, a destructive force that wouldn’t stop until there was nothing left to break. He's the worst of the trio.

My head was spinning. They’re here. They’re actually here.

“No,” I whispered under my breath, my voice trembling.

Sunset turned to me, concern flashing across her face. “What’s wrong?”

I barely heard her. My mind was stuck on one thought: They shouldn’t be here. Not now. Not ever.

“They’re not supposed to be here,” I muttered, more to myself than anyone else.

“What do you mean?” Sunset asked, her brow furrowing.

I shook my head, unable to find the words. This isn’t part of the story. They weren’t in Equestria Girls. They never crossed over. This isn’t how it’s supposed to go.

My hands clenched into fists as anger and frustration bubbled up inside me. That bastard. That fucking bastard. He’s changing the lore. He’s rewriting everything.

“Are you okay?” Sunset’s voice broke through my thoughts, but I couldn’t meet her eyes.

How am I supposed to help? I thought, panic creeping in.

How can I help defeat them and the Sirens? The Rainbooms barely managed to take down the Sirens in the show—and they didn’t have to deal with Chrysalis, Cozy Glow, and Tirek at the same time!

“Hey,” Sunset said, placing a hand on my shoulder. “You’re shaking. What’s going on?”

I took a shaky breath, trying to steady myself. “It’s... nothing,” I lied, forcing a weak smile.

Sunset didn’t look convinced, but before she could press further, Rainbow Dash spoke up.

“Well, it doesn’t matter how good they are,” she said confidently, crossing her arms. “We’ve got something they don’t.”

“What’s that?” I asked, barely keeping the tremor out of my voice.

“Us,” Rainbow declared, throwing an arm around Sunset. “We’ve got friendship, harmony, and the coolest bandmates ever!”

Despite everything swirling in my mind, I couldn’t help but smile weakly. Rainbow’s confidence was contagious, even if it didn’t do much to quell the storm inside me.

“Don’t forget about me!” Pinkie Pie chimed in, popping up beside us with her usual boundless energy. “I’m the wild card!”

I tried to focus on their positivity, their unwavering belief in each other. But the unease in my chest refused to fade.

We walked into the school, I glanced back at Oblivion’s Wake. They were still standing by the entrance, their argument continuing.

Chrysalis’s sharp voice cut through the air, her finger jabbing at Tirek as she spoke. Cozy Glow stood to the side, arms crossed, a sly smile playing on her lips as she watched them bicker.

They looked so out of place, yet so disturbingly comfortable, like they belonged here in a way I couldn’t understand.

This isn’t over, I thought as we entered the building. Whatever they’re planning, it’s going to be bad.

Author's Note

Welcome Welcome, why the story is changed? Where are dazzlings? I don't know, why should i? ask ###### it's his world, okey fr i have so much fun and so much plans for how it can go, tirek (in my opinion the strongest villan main 6 fighted) Chrisalis and Cozy in equestria girls, buuuut..... can they even sing? Oh i can give you a spoiler they can.