MLP: Lord X’s new discovery.by Gh0st-T0n1cChaptersA new world.Twilight Sparkle's Last BookThe Apple RotsPinkie’s Final Party (probably?)A new world.The Power to Reshape Worlds The entity, a being of immeasurable power and malevolence, reveled in the absolute control it exerted over the fundamental forces of existence - life, death, and the countless souls it manipulated as mere playthings. The act of reshaping the world into a twisted reflection of its own dark desires had, for eons, been an inexhaustible source of amusement. However, a subtle but undeniable sense of staleness, of repetition, had begun to taint its perverse pleasures. The borrowed form, the stolen shell of the blue hedgehog, was proving increasingly inadequate. It was crumbling under the immense strain of containing the entity's vast, chaotic power. Cracks spiderwebbed across its once-pristine surface, and glitches flickered in and out of existence around it, heralding the impending collapse of its physical manifestation. The entity recognized the urgent need for a new vessel, a fresh and unblemished canvas upon which it could continue its macabre artistry. This new form would need to be far more resilient, capable of withstanding the entity's boundless power without faltering. It would need to be malleable, allowing the entity to reshape it into whatever grotesque form it desired. And most importantly, it would need to be a blank slate, a tabula rasa upon which the entity could inscribe its own twisted will without interference. The search for this new vessel would be arduous, fraught with danger and uncertainty. But the entity was undeterred. It had, after all, conquered realms and subjugated entire pantheons of gods. Finding a suitable host for its consciousness was merely the next step in its grand, unending scheme to dominate all of existence. A New World Beckons Yokubo, the Guardian of Desire, materialized before the entity, his presence radiating an aura of ambition and longing. "Master," he began, his voice laced with anticipation, "I have discovered a new world, brimming with untapped potential, ripe for our influence." The entity, intrigued by Yokubo's words, gestured for him to continue. Yokubo proceeded to describe Equestria, a realm inhabited by creatures known as ponies, each embodying a different facet of harmony. He spoke of their strong connection to emotions and the Elements of Harmony, powerful artifacts that governed their world. The entity listened intently, visualizing the possibilities that this new world presented. "I can venture forth and seek a suitable vessel for you, Master," Yokubo offered, eager to please. "A form native to this realm that we can mold to your will." The entity pondered Yokubo's suggestion. While the idea of inhabiting a native form and twisting it into a reflection of its own essence was undeniably appealing, the allure of the unknown, the thrill of exploration, beckoned. "No, Yokubo," the entity finally replied, its voice resonating with an undercurrent of excitement. "I will go myself." The prospect of venturing into this new world, of experiencing its unique magic firsthand, and of subtly manipulating its inhabitants to serve its own ends was simply too enticing to resist. The entity envisioned itself subtly influencing the ponies, twisting their harmonious society into a reflection of its own desires, all while masquerading in a form that would lull them into a false sense of security. The entity's anticipation grew. Equestria, with its untapped potential and unsuspecting inhabitants, awaited. And the entity, shrouded in darkness and driven by an insatiable hunger for power, was eager to make its mark on this new world. Journey to Equestria The entity, with a dismissive wave of its hand, rejected Yokubo's desperate plea. "Prepare a portal ring," it commanded, its voice resonating with an otherworldly power. Yokubo, trembling, obeyed, his fear palpable. With a flick of its wrist, the entity hurled the ring into the air. The ring spun, shimmering, and expanded, creating a swirling vortex of colors that seemed to bend reality itself. Through the swirling chaos, glimpses of another world could be seen - a vibrant, dazzling world that was both beautiful and terrifying. A cruel smile twisted the entity's lips as it stepped through the portal, its form shimmering as it crossed the threshold between dimensions. "The denizens of Equestria," it boomed, its voice echoing through the dimensions, "are mere pawns in my grand design." Its laughter, cold and chilling, echoed in Yokubo's ears as the portal closed, leaving behind only an eerie silence. The entity's words hung heavy in the air, a chilling prophecy of impending doom. The fate of Equestria, it seemed, was now inextricably linked to the entity's own, a terrifying reality that promised darkness and despair. Arrival in an Unfamiliar Realm As the entity crossed the threshold into the realm of Equestria, it found itself enveloped by a meticulously cultivated expanse of trees, their branches heavy with vibrant red fruit. The landscape was both alien and strangely alluring. The entity's initial priority was to ascertain its precise location within this unfamiliar world. However, a distant sound, growing steadily louder with each passing moment, hinted at an imminent interruption. The entity's curiosity was piqued. Something was rapidly approaching, and the entity, with its inherent survival instincts, recognized the need for concealment. It swiftly sought refuge amidst the dense foliage, the leaves and branches providing a natural cover. The entity's senses were heightened, every rustle of leaves, every snap of a twig, amplifying the suspense. The approaching sound grew louder, the vibrations rippling through the ground, sending a tremor of anticipation through the entity. A New Form The rhythmic cadence of approaching hooves grew louder, piquing the entity's curiosity. As the source of the disturbance drew nearer, it revealed itself – a magnificent red workhorse, its coat gleaming in the sunlight, its orange mane and tail billowing in the breeze. The entity, recognizing the inherent power and potential within this new equine form, swiftly initiated a transformation. The familiar blue hedgehog physique dissolved and reformed, seamlessly adopting the appearance of the majestic red stallion. With newfound confidence radiating from its equine eyes, the entity emerged from its concealed vantage point and purposefully strode towards the unsuspecting red stallion. A Startled Encounter The entity's greeting, uttered in an otherworldly tone that seemed to reverberate through the very air, was met with an immediate and visceral response from the red stallion. Shock and alarm flashed across the creature's expressive eyes, its ears pinning back against its skull as it registered the sheer enormity of the being before it. Without a moment's hesitation, the stallion's powerful muscles coiled and released, propelling it upward in a rearing frenzy. Its hooves, sharp and unforgiving, thrashed through the air, a desperate attempt to ward off the perceived threat. However, the entity, having undergone a transformation that imbued it with newfound strength and resilience, remained unfazed by the stallion's frantic display. The blows, which would have undoubtedly crippled a lesser being, glanced harmlessly off its form, leaving it entirely unscathed. The stallion, realizing the futility of its attack and overwhelmed by the sheer presence of the entity, succumbed to its primal instincts. With a snort of terror, it wheeled around and bolted, its powerful legs carrying it swiftly away from the source of its fear, leaving the entity once more in solitude. A Mischievous Grin The entity's grin stretched wider, a mischievous glint in its eyes, completely unfazed by the stallion's evident terror. It harbored no ill intentions; quite the contrary, it was brimming with anticipation for the endless fun it could have with these 'little ponies.' The sheer number of potential playmates and the boundless possibilities for amusement danced in its mind. The question of where to begin this grand adventure remained unanswered, but the excitement was palpable. This newfound world was a treasure trove waiting to be discovered, and the entity was eager to delve into its every mystery, every hidden corner, every secret it held. The possibilities were as vast as the world itself, and the entity, with its playful heart and mischievous spirit, was ready to embrace them all. The Game Begins The entity, once a being of unimaginable power and malevolence, now found itself inhabiting a form native to the vibrant and seemingly peaceful land of Equestria. Its essence, a swirling vortex of darkness and shadow, had been meticulously woven into the very fabric of this new vessel, a chilling juxtaposition against the bright and cheerful hues that painted the landscape. The inhabitants of this realm, ponies of various shapes, sizes, and colors, were blissfully unaware of the sinister presence that had infiltrated their world. Their laughter, their joy, their very existence, now unknowingly tethered to the whims of this enigmatic entity. The entity, a master of shadows and manipulation, surveyed its new domain with a chilling curiosity. It observed the ponies as they went about their daily lives, their innocence a stark contrast to the darkness that lurked within the entity's core. It watched as they interacted with one another, their friendships and bonds a source of both intrigue and contempt for the entity. The entity, a being devoid of empathy and compassion, saw the ponies as nothing more than pawns in its grand game, their fates intertwined with its own malevolent designs. The game had begun, a twisted and macabre game orchestrated by the entity. The rules were simple: the entity was the puppet master, the ponies the puppets. The entity would pull the strings, and the ponies would dance to its tune. The entity would sow discord and chaos, and the ponies would reap the whirlwind. The entity would revel in their despair, their fear, their suffering. And the ponies, oblivious to the puppeteer's hand, would continue to play their parts, their lives a tragic performance for the entity's amusement. Author's Note Who's first?: Fluttershy Rainbow Dash Scootaloo Applejack Apple Bloom Big Macintosh Pinkie Pie Twilight Sparkle Rarity Sweetie Belle Twilight Sparkle's Last BookThe first Victim The Entity, its vast consciousness teeming with endless possibilities, pondered its next move. It sought a new pawn to manipulate, a fresh puppet to dance to its insidious tune. Its attention was drawn to a newcomer in the quaint town below - a majestic winged unicorn with a coat of rich purple and a mane and tail that shimmered with hues of blue, purple, and pink. The townsfolk greeted her warmly, their voices carrying the name that piqued the Entity's interest. "Princess Twilight," it mused, a hint of dark amusement in its tone. The name rolled off its metaphorical tongue, a delicious promise of the chaos and despair it could sow. The Entity's vast power thrummed with anticipation. It had found its new plaything, a beacon of hope and light that it would twist and corrupt, turning her into a harbinger of darkness. The prospect filled the Entity with a chilling delight. Twilight Sparkle, the princess of friendship, was about to become its newest puppet, a tragic irony that amused the Entity's twisted sense of humor. Call upon a spy The entity, with a forceful stomp of its hoof, summoned Kito to its presence. "Welcome to our new world, Guardian of Prayer," it boomed, its voice echoing through the expanse. Kito, frozen in the form of a statue, mirrored the image of his own creator's current form. Despite his inability to move, he retained the power of speech. "Why have you brought me to this new world, my lord?" he inquired, his voice laced with curiosity and a hint of trepidation. The entity gestured towards Princess Twilight, who was also present in this new world. "Observe her movements," it commanded Kito. "I have a game to play with her, and your observations will prove invaluable." Kito, ever obedient, agreed without hesitation. "As you wish, my lord," he replied. "Moreover, I must commend your choice of form. It is a wise decision to appear native to this world. Your foresight is to be admired." The entity's new form, cleverly disguised to blend in with the inhabitants of this world, was a testament to its cunning and adaptability. It was clear that it had meticulously planned its arrival, and Kito's presence was undoubtedly part of its grand scheme. As Kito's gaze followed Princess Twilight's every move, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was a pawn in a much larger game, one whose rules he was only just beginning to understand. A new Evil Twilight Sparkle, ever the picture of serenity, encountered her friend Applejack in a state of disarray. "Hi, Applejack," Twilight greeted warmly. "What's got you in such a fluster?" Applejack, usually the epitome of composure herself, was visibly agitated. "Been lookin' for ya, Twilight," she declared, her voice laced with concern. "Big Macintosh had a right fright out in the orchard today. Spooked somethin' fierce while harvestin' apples. Reckon it might be a changeling." Twilight's brow furrowed in confusion. "A changeling?" she questioned, her voice laced with skepticism. "Are you certain?" Applejack's stern expression softened into uncertainty. "Not entirely," she admitted. "All Big Mac said was that it looked like him." Twilight's confusion deepened. The pieces of the puzzle weren't fitting together. "That doesn't make any sense," she pointed out. "Ponies and changelings have coexisted peacefully ever since Starlight Glimmer reformed Queen Chrysalis." Applejack's unease remained. "Maybe so," she conceded, "but somethin' tells me this ain't gonna be friendly." Twilight, ever the voice of reason, attempted to quell Applejack's fears. "Perhaps it was just a shadow, or a trick of the light," she suggested. "Big Mac might have been startled by something entirely harmless." Applejack remained unconvinced. "Maybe," she replied, "but I can't shake this feelin' that somethin' ain't right. We best be on our guard." Twilight, respecting Applejack's intuition, nodded in agreement. "You're right," she conceded. "It's always best to be cautious. We'll keep an eye out for anything suspicious." The two friends, united in their concern, decided to investigate further. They ventured out to Sweet Apple Acres, where Big Macintosh recounted his experience in vivid detail. He described a creature that looked exactly like him, but with an unsettling aura. It had appeared suddenly, causing him to rear up in fright, and then vanished just as quickly. Twilight and Applejack exchanged worried glances. This was more than just a simple misunderstanding. Something strange was happening in Ponyville, and they were determined to get to the bottom of it. A small interference Kito, the guardian of prayer, remained vigilant in his assigned task. He was to keep a watchful eye on Princess Twilight while remaining undetected. His ability to teleport from place to place compensated for his inability to move freely. Yet, a niggling concern lingered in his mind: the potential for unforeseen disruptions, such as the intervention of 'Applejack,' that could jeopardize his creator's intricate game. His focused observation was abruptly interrupted by the arrival of three inquisitive young fillies. Their curiosity piqued by the sudden appearance of the statue, they began to chatter amongst themselves. "Where did this statue come from?" Scootaloo wondered aloud, her head tilted in puzzlement. "Ah don't know," Apple Bloom replied, equally perplexed, "There ain't never been anything like this on the farm." Scootaloo continued to examine Kito, her eyes narrowing as she studied his form. "It kinda looks like a Nightmare Moon statue... if Nightmare Moon was a Stallion!" she giggled, her observation drawing a shared chuckle from the Cutie Mark Crusaders. Their laughter abruptly ceased as they realized the statue had vanished into thin air. "Hey, where did it go?!" Sweetie Belle exclaimed, her voice tinged with surprise. The three fillies frantically searched their surroundings, but the statue was nowhere to be found. Their confusion only deepened, leaving them with an unsettling mystery and a lingering sense of unease. Game 1: Hidden Object. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the landscape as Twilight and Applejack arrived at Twilight's castle. The usually comforting familiarity of the castle was absent, replaced by an unsettling unease. "I'll see if I can request a couple of guards to search the orchard at Sweet Apple Acres," Twilight suggested, her voice laced with concern. "Right now, it's best to get some rest." Applejack nodded hesitantly, "If you say so, Twi," she agreed, her brow furrowed with worry. With a parting hug, they went their separate ways. Twilight entered her castle, the air thick with an unnatural silence. The once vibrant crystal walls were now dull and lifeless, some even cracked and covered in dust. The lanterns that usually illuminated the castle flickered dimly, casting eerie shadows that danced across the walls. A chill ran down Twilight's spine. Had somepony broken in? What had happened? Determined to find answers, Twilight ventured deeper into the castle, her senses on high alert. She didn't have to wait long. A figure emerged from the shadows, its voice echoing through the dimly lit halls. "Welcome home, Princess," the voice greeted, its tone a chilling mimicry of Big Macintosh's. The figure stepped into the light, revealing a horrifying visage. It bore a twisted resemblance to Big Macintosh, but its eyes were black voids with red pupils, and its smile was a grotesque gash that stretched impossibly wide across its face. It towered over Twilight, its presence radiating menace. The cutie mark on its flank was a crudely carved 'X'. Twilight gasped, instinctively backing away. She gathered her magic, her horn glowing brightly. "Who are you?!" she demanded. The entity remained silent, taking a step forward. Twilight unleashed a blast of magic, but the entity effortlessly dodged it. "Let's play a game," it boomed, its voice echoing ominously. "I've hidden a book containing all of the things I had done in my previous world. Find it, and I will revert this castle to its former glory." Twilight scowled, "What makes you think I won't—" The entity cut her off, its face inches from hers. "Clock's ticking," it growled, "Find my book before I find you." With a chilling laugh, the entity vanished, leaving Twilight alone in the oppressive silence. She could hear its laughter echoing through the castle, sending shivers down her spine. Twilight teleported to the castle library. "If he—if that thing were to hide a book anywhere, it would be here," she muttered to herself. Using her magic, she levitated every book off the shelves, rapidly skimming through them. As she replaced one book, a black book with a large 'X' on its cover caught her eye. Dread washed over her as she opened it. The book described a world ravaged by a malevolent entity that turned its inhabitants into playthings, forcing them into a macabre series of deadly games. This was undoubtedly the book she was looking for. Twilight attempted a duplication spell, but it failed. With growing urgency, she conjured a scroll and quill, scribbling a message: "Dear Princess Celestia, I hope this message reaches you. An entity has arrived in Ponyville and is now in my castle. I'm not sure what it's doing here, but I know what it will do. This book, which will be attached to this letter, will give you the information needed about this entity and what it plans to do with Equestria... I hear it coming!" "Your faithful student, Princess Twilight Sparkle." Twilight sent the letter and the book to Princess Celestia with a teleportation spell, then turned to face the monster that had invaded her home. Broken Rules The darkness clung to Twilight Sparkle like a suffocating shroud, the only respite offered by the flickering flames of torches that cast long, ominous shadows across the chamber. These dancing shadows seemed to converge upon a solitary throne, its imposing silhouette a stark contrast to the oppressive darkness. Twilight's instincts urged her towards it, but an unseen force held her captive, binding her with grotesque, organic shackles that pulsed with an unsettling energy. Seated upon the throne was a figure that twisted Twilight's heart with dread. It was a mirror image of herself, a chilling mockery of the Princess of Friendship. The entity's eyes, however, were a stark departure from Twilight's own – they burned with an otherworldly intensity, reflecting not warmth and kindness, but a chilling, predatory hunger. With a disorienting suddenness, the entity vanished from the throne and materialized before Twilight, its unsettling grin replaced by a snarl that twisted its features into a mask of fury. "Where is it?!" the entity growled, its voice a chilling echo of Twilight's own. "Where's what?" Twilight responded, her voice trembling despite her attempts to maintain composure. The fear that gnawed at her was amplified by the entity's stolen appearance, a constant, disorienting reminder of the threat it posed. "Don't play dumb with me, princess," the entity hissed, its voice dripping with venom. "WHERE IS MY BOOK?!" Twilight's mind raced, desperately searching for a way to defuse the situation. "There was no book," she lied, her voice barely above a whisper. "I checked the entire library. YOUR BOOK WAS NOT THERE!" The entity's eyes narrowed, its gaze piercing Twilight's facade with chilling accuracy. It stomped its hooves, the sound echoing ominously in the oppressive silence. In an instant, another figure materialized – Gekido, the Guardian of Rage, his form a twisted reflection of Rarity. "What is the meaning of my summoning, Lord X?" Gekido inquired, his voice laced with barely restrained fury. "I'll be heading back to Equestria to retrieve what was stolen," Lord X declared, his voice dripping with menace. "Show Princess Twilight Sparkle what happens to those who break the rules!" With that, he turned and strode away, his every step radiating an aura of malevolence. Gekido's horn contorted, morphing into razor-sharp claws that dripped with an unsettling ichor. He pinned Twilight down with a hoof, his claws digging into her wings. "You break the rules," he hissed, his voice a chilling echo of Rarity's, "we break you!" With a brutal yank, he tore at Twilight's wing, the sound of her agonized scream swallowed by the oppressive darkness. Author's Note I was thinking that; if Lord X changed his form, then his guardian would also change into the form Lord X has chosen. Yeah; I called Kito a nightmare moon statue, it's funny! Special thanks to: The AntiSaint and Spazz Kid for the Idea of this chapter ending. Who's Next: Fluttershy Rainbow Dash Scootaloo Applejack Apple Bloom Big Macintosh Pinkie Pie Rarity Sweetie Belle The Apple RotsWall of forms The oppressive darkness seemed to stretch endlessly as Gekido dragged Twilight relentlessly through its suffocating depths. Finally, they reached an obstruction - a grotesque wall pulsated with an unnerving rhythm, its surface a macabre tapestry of muscle and bone. Twilight's horror grew as she realized the wall was not merely a structure, but a prison for countless victims, their forms grotesquely merged with the sickening flesh. Among the trapped souls, Twilight recognized several familiar figures, all of which were from Lord X’s book: A young human boy, clad in a red jumpsuit, his face contorted in a silent scream. A green robot, its limbs barely held together by damaged magnets, sparks erratically spitting from its exposed wires. A dolphin, its once playful expression replaced by a chilling rictus, stars on its head seeming to weep. A star-shaped alien, its ethereal glow extinguished, replaced by the ashen hue of death. A blue hedgehog, his once vibrant quills matted with blood, his body a gruesome testament to unimaginable torment. A yellow rabbit, a red gemstone still embedded in its forehead, its eyes vacant and soulless. With a contemptuous sneer, Gekido hurled Twilight towards the monstrous wall. The yielding flesh enveloped her legs, imprisoning her within its nightmarish embrace. "Enjoy the show, Princess," Gekido's voice dripped with malice, "Your precious world will soon bow before our master's twisted vision!" His laughter echoed through the darkness as he vanished, leaving Twilight trapped in a horrifying tableau. Despair threatened to consume Twilight as she surveyed her fellow prisoners. Most had been cruelly blinded, their eyes gouged out in a grotesque mockery of sight. The blue hedgehog's once lively form was now a hollow shell, his innards exposed in a horrifying display of brutality. The star-shaped alien was nothing more than a charred husk, its life force extinguished. The dolphin's fate was equally horrifying, its jaws ripped away, its ribcage exposed in a macabre parody of a smile. The human boy's jaw hung at an unnatural angle, his silent screams forever etched on his face. The yellow rabbit's mouth gaped in a soundless howl, its eyes replaced by empty sockets. Amidst the despair, a flicker of hope emerged. The green robot, though ravaged by rust and its armor shattered, twitched and stirred. Its voice, a digital rasp laced with static, broke the oppressive silence. "Where... am I?" it questioned, its words barely coherent. Twilight's heart leaped with a mixture of surprise and hope. "Hey!" she called out, her voice echoing in the chamber of horrors, "What is this place?" The robot's head turned, its single eye glowing with a faint luminescence. "Who... are you?" it queried, its voice a symphony of glitches and static. A prayer requested Lord X, a formidable and ominous presence, materialized once again in the realm of Equestria. This time, however, he was accompanied by a chilling entourage – three of his loyal guardians. Kofuku, the Guardian of Joy, stood at his side, his appearance a grotesque mockery of Pinkie Pie, resembling a terrifying clown with a malevolent grin. Yokubo, the Guardian of Desire, mirrored Rainbow Dash's form but with an unsettling twist – his fur was a stark, chilling white, and his eyes glowed with an insatiable hunger. Lastly, there was Kyofu, the Guardian of Fear, who had assumed the guise of Applejack, but his body was a canvas of horrifying mouths that whispered ceaselessly, their voices laced with terror. Lord X addressed his guardians, his voice a chilling command, "Remember our purpose." They nodded in unison, their eyes reflecting their unwavering devotion. With that, they dispersed, leaving Lord X alone to enact his sinister plans. However, before he could move, his gaze fell upon Kito, the Guardian of Prayer. Kito had not returned to his side as commanded and instead seemed to have attracted a group of three young fillies who were kneeling before him in supplication. Curiosity piqued, Lord X decided to observe this unexpected development, his mind racing with possibilities. The three fillies, Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle, were shrouded in black cloaks emblazoned with an ominous X medallion. Their faces were hidden in the shadows, their voices barely above a whisper as they chanted their prayers. Scootaloo, the most eager of the three, approached the statue of Kito and placed a white, twitching bundle at its base. "My lord... or lady," she pleaded, her voice trembling, "please accept this sacrifice in exchange for a good harvest." Apple Bloom stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with a disturbing fervor. She handed Scootaloo a gardening trowel, her voice barely audible, "So many souls, so little time." Scootaloo's grip tightened on the trowel, her whisper echoing in the eerie silence, "Indeed." With a chilling finality, she slammed the trowel down onto the writhing bundle, a sickening crunch echoing through the air. Lord X observed this macabre scene with a mixture of intrigue and satisfaction. It seemed his influence had spread further than he had anticipated, corrupting even the youngest inhabitants of Equestria. A chilling smile spread across his face as he contemplated the chaos and despair he would unleash upon this once-peaceful land. The reign of terror had only just begun. The sacrifice of a little critter left a smile on Lord X’s face; Kito was able to put the cutie mark crusaders to worship them “very clever, Guardian of Prayer” Lord X said to himself before lighting up his horn. A good harvest? Inside the cozy farmhouse on Sweet Apple Acres, Granny Smith, an elderly mare with a lime green coat and gray mane, was feeling disheartened. The harvest season was not looking promising; those pesky critters had been feasting on the apples, leaving little for the family to collect. But, unbeknownst to her, the tide was about to turn. As Granny Smith busied herself preparing dinner, the kitchen door swung open, revealing Applejack and Big Macintosh. "Hey Granny," Applejack began, her brow furrowed with confusion, "Didn't you say we weren't going to have a good harvest this year?" Granny Smith turned to face her granddaughter, a hint of resignation in her voice. "I was certain about it, Applejack..." she started, but her words trailed off as her eyes fell upon a sight that made her pause. Three, maybe even four, overflowing baskets of apples were being carried into the kitchen. A wave of astonishment washed over her, and she quickly amended her previous statement, "...I guess I was mistaken." The sheer quantity of apples was a delightful surprise. Granny Smith couldn't help but smile, her initial misjudgment forgotten. "Big Mac and I are just as surprised as you are, Granny!" Applejack admitted, her voice laced with excitement. "Eeyup," Big Mac added, his deep voice rumbling through the kitchen. The unexpected bounty brought a renewed sense of joy to Granny Smith. "Well, in that case, we'll have more than enough apples for when Nightmare Night rolls into Ponyville!" she beamed, her spirits lifted. Turning to her grandson, she continued, "Dinner is almost ready, Big Mac. Can y'all call Apple Bloom and her little friends to come wash their hooves for dinner?" Big Macintosh nodded in response and ambled out the door, leaving Granny Smith and Applejack to marvel at the unexpected turn of events. The kitchen, once filled with a sense of disappointment, now buzzed with anticipation for the upcoming festivities and the knowledge that, despite the initial setbacks, the harvest would be a bountiful one after all. Game 2: Hide & Seek Applejack, taking a break from her farm chores, was approached by her younger sister, Apple Bloom. "Hey sis, could I ask ya somethin'?" Apple Bloom inquired, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Applejack turned to face her, a warm smile gracing her features. "Sure thing, sis, what did y'all want to ask me?" Before Apple Bloom could voice her request, Scootaloo, ever the energetic one, burst in, "Could you play Hide & Seek with us?!" she exclaimed, her wings fluttering excitedly. Applejack chuckled at their enthusiasm. "Well… I suppose I have time for a quick game," she agreed, indulging her younger sister and her friends. As Applejack turned around to cover her eyes and began counting, the Cutie Mark Crusaders scurried off, giggling as they searched for the perfect hiding spots. However, the tranquility of the game was shattered when Applejack heard a voice behind her. "Playing hide & seek, are we?" it rasped, the tone sending a shiver down her spine. Despite the distorted sound, Applejack recognized the voice as Twilight Sparkle's. But then, another voice, a chilling imitation of her own, echoed through the air. "She didn't even invite us to play, now that's just hurtful!" it huffed, the resentment palpable. Applejack's instincts kicked in. She ducked down and delivered a swift kick behind her, aiming to neutralize the threat. Her hooves connected with something solid, sending it flying through the air. "Did I even buck someone? I know that I'm strong but not that strong," Applejack wondered, a flicker of worry crossing her face. To her horror, she saw not Twilight Sparkle, but a twisted, grotesque version of her friend, and standing beside it, a similarly distorted version of herself. "Mind if we play?" the twisted Twilight asked, a malevolent grin stretching across its face. The twisted Applejack reattached its head, which had been knocked off by the kick, and spoke in a chilling echo of Applejack's own voice. "You have 30 seconds to hide, let's see if you're a better hider than Allan," it said, its tone dripping with menace. Applejack's heart pounded in her chest as she took in the scene. The once-peaceful apple orchard was now ablaze, flames licking at the trees and casting an eerie glow over the farm. "No!" she cried out, her voice filled with anguish. Her worst fears were confirmed - her little sister and her friends were likely hiding somewhere in the burning orchard. Panic surged through her as she realized she had to find them and get them to safety before it was too late. Applejack, heart pounding, raced through the once-familiar orchard, now a grotesque mockery of its former self. The gnarled trees had transformed into unsettling organic masses, their bark replaced with pulsating flesh and their fruit rotting and infested with gnashing teeth. The once-sweet scent of apples was replaced with the stench of decay. Applejack's mind reeled. This couldn't be Sweet Apple Acres. Was she even in Equestria anymore? The sight of the other Applejack and Twilight – twisted, sinister versions of her friends – only deepened the mystery. What were they? And what had happened to her home? A chilling voice jolted her from her thoughts. "Well, somepony is taking the hide and seek part, really seriously," it cackled, fading into the distance. Applejack, using the distraction, darted to find a new hiding spot. She stumbled upon one of the orchard's wells. Normally, they were deep, but this one was shallow, as if designed to prevent falls. Before she could jump in, a chilling sight stopped her: a young colt was trapped, his hind legs ensnared in a hole in the ground. "It's okay, I'm gonna get you out!" Applejack cried, rushing to his aid. But as she pulled, something held the colt's legs fast. His screams pierced the air as an unseen force below began to shred his flesh. Applejack recoiled in horror, only to lose her footing and tumble into the well. At that moment, the twisted Twilight and Applejack emerged from the shadows. The colt's screams abruptly ceased. "This pony is actually playing by the rules; impressive, ain't that right Master X?" the distorted Applejack sneered. "Indeed," a deeper voice replied. "But don't forget, Kyofu; Yokubo informed me that to claim this world, we need the Elements of Harmony. Appearing as their bearers should give us the advantage we need." Kyofu, the twisted Applejack, tilted her head. "What about the creatures Kito learned about from that Hornhead 'Princess Twilight'? Changelings, she called them?" "For now, my focus is on the Elements," Lord X declared. "If our information is correct, the Princess of Friendship wields the Element of Magic. That leaves five more to go." Applejack, trapped in the well, could only listen in terror. The orchard was a prison, her friends were monsters, and a dark force was after the Elements of Harmony. She had to escape, warn the others, and find a way to stop this nightmare before it consumed Equestria. "Allow us to deal with the remaining element bearers, Master X? I can smell this one's fear, and it's near!" Kyofu's voice, filled with manic eagerness, sent a shiver down Applejack's spine. "Very well," Lord X responded, his voice laced with an eerie calm. "See to it that you catch her. Do not harm the pony. We need all the element bearers alive, for now." With that, Lord X vanished, leaving an unsettling silence in his wake. Applejack's gaze fell to her hooves, and she realized with a start that she was standing in water. The well she had been near twisted and warped, transforming into a flooded hallway that stretched into a seemingly endless tower. Water cascaded from the top, creating a sense of claustrophobia and dread. Turning to flee, Applejack found her path blocked by Kyofu, a malevolent grin spreading across his face. "What's the matter?" he taunted, his voice a chilling imitation of Applejack's own. "Don't tell me you're afraid to resurface for air!" Panic surged through Applejack, and she bolted in the opposite direction, desperately trying to put distance between herself and the monstrous figure that wore her image. Kyofu's body contorted and twisted, his legs splitting apart and elongating, suction cups forming on their flesh. With a flourish, he cast aside his cloak, revealing a grotesque sight: mouths covered his body, each one whispering threats and obscenities. "Ready or not," Kyofu's voice boomed, echoing through the waterlogged tower, "here I come!" Applejack knew she was in a fight for her life, not only for herself but for all of Equestria. Bracing herself, she prepared to face the horrifying creature that stood before her, determined to escape his clutches and warn her friends of the impending danger. Applejack's heart pounded in her chest as she scrambled up the crumbling stairs, each step a desperate gamble against the rising tide. The once-familiar tower now felt like a monstrous trap, its stone walls slick with the encroaching flood. The air hung heavy with the stench of decay, and the only sounds were the sickening squelch of waterlogged wood and the guttural moans of the reanimated corpses that lurched from the shadows. Every floor brought a new wave of terror. Rotting ponies, their eyes vacant and limbs contorted, reached for her with grasping hooves. Grotesque griffons, feathers matted with grime, snapped their beaks with a sickening hunger. Even the corpses of dragons and hippogriffs, their scales dull and flesh putrid, thrashed against the walls, widening the cracks and hastening the tower's collapse. The floodwaters surged higher with each passing moment, a relentless tide that carried with it the detritus of the tower's demise. Broken furniture, shattered glass, and the skeletal remains of long-forgotten creatures swirled in the murky depths, creating a macabre tableau of death and decay. And then there was Kyofu, his monstrous form a grotesque mockery of life. His new tendril-like legs propelled him upwards with terrifying speed, each movement a testament to his unnatural power. His eyes, glowing with an unholy light, fixated on Applejack with a predatory intensity. "I'M GOING TO EAT YOU!" His voice, a raspy growl that echoed through the crumbling tower, sent a fresh wave of terror through Applejack. She knew that she was running out of time, that the tower was doomed, and that Kyofu was closing in. But even in the face of such overwhelming odds, she refused to give up. She would fight to the bitter end, even if it meant facing her own demise. Applejack, fueled by a desperate surge of adrenaline, propelled herself forward with every ounce of strength she could muster. Her breath came in ragged gasps, each stride a testament to her unwavering determination. A glimmer of hope flickered in her eyes as she spotted a potential escape route, a beacon of salvation amidst the encroaching darkness. But the path to freedom was rapidly closing. The exit, a shrinking sliver of light, taunted her with its fleeting promise. With a desperate lunge, Applejack slid under the descending door, her heart pounding in her chest. The heavy barrier slammed shut behind her, its unforgiving edge catching the back of her hoof with bone-jarring force. The impact was devastating. Applejack's hoof was severed cleanly, the agonizing pain too intense for even a whimper. Her voice caught in her throat, silenced by the overwhelming shock. As if summoned by her despair, Kyofu materialized before her, his ominous presence casting a chilling pall over the already dim corridor. Applejack, trapped and helpless, found herself cornered with nowhere to run. The last vestiges of hope dwindled as the remaining light in the hallway flickered and died, leaving her shrouded in suffocating darkness. Despair washed over her, and with a heavy heart, she resigned herself to her grim fate. Found you! The barn was filled with the rustling of hay and the soft murmurs of hidden ponies. The Cutie Mark Crusaders, masters of hide-and-seek in their own right, had chosen their spots carefully. Apple Bloom, ever the practical one, nestled close to the ground, her eyes scanning the entrance for any signs of approaching hooves. Scootaloo, always up for a challenge, balanced precariously atop Sweetie Belle, their combined height giving them a better view. Despite their efforts, Applejack, with her years of experience and intimate knowledge of the barn's nooks and crannies, easily discovered their hiding spot. "Found ya'll!" she declared, her voice booming through the barn. The Crusaders, startled and disappointed, emerged from their hiding places. Sweetie Belle, her voice tinged with disbelief, asked, "How did you know we were hiding here?" Applejack chuckled, a twinkle in her eye. "Sugarcube," she drawled, "I knew all the best hiding spots in this barn when Big Mac and I played hide-and-seek. You'll have to try harder than that to fool an old farm pony like me!" Meanwhile, in the orchard, a scene of a far more sinister nature was unfolding. Applejack lay helpless beside an old well, her limbs bound tightly with rope, a gag stifling any cries for help. The air crackled with an ominous energy as Lord X materialized before her, his form shimmering with dark power. His voice, a chilling echo of Twilight Sparkle's, yet twisted and corrupted, sent shivers down Applejack's spine. "I hope you don't mind letting the Guardian of Fear take your place for a while," he purred, his tone dripping with malice. "I have a book to retrieve and a world to shape." With a final, chilling glance at the captured pony, Lord X's magic surged, enveloping Applejack in a dark vortex. In an instant, they vanished, leaving behind only the eerie silence of the orchard and the chilling promise of a world plunged into darkness. Author's Note list of victims on the wall: Alex Kidd (Deceased). Vectorman (Online). Ecco the Dolphin (Deceased). Ristar (Deceased). Sonic the Hedgehog (Deceased). Carbuncle (Deceased). The forms Lord X's Guardians take on: Kito: a Twilight Sparkle statue. Ken'o: Starlight Glimmer. Kofuku: Pinkie Pie. Gekido: Rarity. Zetsubo: Fluttershy. Kyofu: Applejack. Yokubo: Rainbow Dash. The Flooding Tower chase was inspired by Mr. Pixel's Sonic.EXE: One More Time Repixeled Abandoned Zone (Same with the Hide & Seek Segment). Who's Next: Fluttershy Rainbow Dash Scootaloo Apple Bloom Big Macintosh Pinkie Pie Rarity Sweetie Belle Pinkie’s Final Party (probably?)A friend in purgatory. Twilight Sparkle, imprisoned in the desolate void, found herself surrounded by the remnants of Lord X's victims. Among them, she discovered a flicker of life—Vectorman, the once-mighty green robot, now ravaged by rust and despair. "There's nothing we can do," Vectorman lamented, his voice echoing the hopelessness that pervaded their prison. Twilight, ever the optimist, refused to succumb to despair. "That's not true," she insisted, her voice unwavering. "My friends will find us, and we can stop Lord X's plans." Vectorman scoffed, his rusted magnetic joints creaking with cynicism. "No one dares to take on Lord X," he countered, his tone laced with bitterness. "Those who do perish." Suddenly, two figures were hurled onto the wall, ensnared by its organic grasp. Twilight's heart sank as she recognized one of them—Applejack, her loyal and steadfast friend. "Applejack?" she cried out, her voice filled with concern. "They got you too?" Applejack remained silent, her expression vacant. But then, a chipper voice broke the silence. "Oh! Hi Twilight!" Twilight's eyes widened in disbelief as she saw the source of the voice—Pinkie Pie, the exuberant pink pony, somehow unscathed and beaming with her trademark cheerfulness. "Pinkie Pie?" Twilight questioned, her mind reeling. "How did you get here?" Pinkie Pie giggled, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Oh, I can tell you all about it!" she chirped, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm. "I was getting ready for work, and..." Twilight listened intently, a glimmer of hope rekindled in her heart. Perhaps Pinkie Pie's presence wasn't just a cruel twist of fate. Perhaps, just perhaps, she held the key to their escape and the unraveling of Lord X's sinister plans. Hang on there Mr. Narrator, can I tell the story?! Uh… sure you can- Okie Dokie Lokie! Let’s get started~! Pinkie Pie’s New Friend! I was getting ready for work and preparing for nightmare night at the same time; I rushed downstairs to greet Mr. & Mrs. Cake who told me that they had a bunch of deliveries to make in canterlot and they asked me to take charge of Sugarcube Corner in their absence and look after the cake twins for them. I’m not the type of pony to let anyone down so I agreed; I was in the kitchen carving pumpkins with the twins, Pound Cake fell into one of the pumpkins and smashed it into pieces but luckily I brought extra pumpkins, Pumpkin Cake didn’t really know how to carve a pumpkin- W-w-wait! What does carving pumpkins with the twins have to do with how you got here?! I’m getting there Twilight! Ahem! There was a customer that entered the shop so I went to greet them; this customer looked a lot like me! (If I was dressed like a terrifying clown) I thought it was a changeling but it looked like a nightmare night costume so I didn’t question it. So I introduced myself to the pony and he told me that he was the Guardian of Joy known as Kofuku (he even sounded like me!) He looked around and asked “Is there a party happening here? Because it needs more pink” and I told him “not really, they’re just decorations for nightmare night; though I wish I had enough time to do all of them” he leaned over to me and said “Hey! Maybe I can help with decorating, it will be great, spooky and pink but most importantly… pink!” So… he likes the color pink, but how did- yawn! What in tarnation? Where am I? Applejack! I thought you were-! Applejack! You’re awake, now you get to hear how I ended up here! You ponies are static quite the courageous bunch static Now where was I? Oh yeah; So, Kofuku helped me decorate for nightmare night until he sliced my hoof off! But I was able to reattach my hoof. Kofuku saw how I could be pulled apart and put back together and he invited me to his home. So he pulled a door out of his mane and opened it, I entered the door and he followed me. That is how I got here! So this Kofuku didn’t try to eat you? Nope, he was actually really nice; Kofuku just wanted to make a new friend! I don’t know if I should be relieved or worried. That’s silly Twilight, not all of them are bad! Okay Pinkie Pie, if you’re done; I would like to continue the story. Okie Dokie Lokie! Okay now let’s move on to the next chapter. Author's Note Special thanks to Pinkie Pie for making my job easier. Who's next I guess? Fluttershy Rainbow Dash Scootaloo Apple Bloom Big Macintosh Rarity Sweetie Belle
A new world.The Power to Reshape Worlds The entity, a being of immeasurable power and malevolence, reveled in the absolute control it exerted over the fundamental forces of existence - life, death, and the countless souls it manipulated as mere playthings. The act of reshaping the world into a twisted reflection of its own dark desires had, for eons, been an inexhaustible source of amusement. However, a subtle but undeniable sense of staleness, of repetition, had begun to taint its perverse pleasures. The borrowed form, the stolen shell of the blue hedgehog, was proving increasingly inadequate. It was crumbling under the immense strain of containing the entity's vast, chaotic power. Cracks spiderwebbed across its once-pristine surface, and glitches flickered in and out of existence around it, heralding the impending collapse of its physical manifestation. The entity recognized the urgent need for a new vessel, a fresh and unblemished canvas upon which it could continue its macabre artistry. This new form would need to be far more resilient, capable of withstanding the entity's boundless power without faltering. It would need to be malleable, allowing the entity to reshape it into whatever grotesque form it desired. And most importantly, it would need to be a blank slate, a tabula rasa upon which the entity could inscribe its own twisted will without interference. The search for this new vessel would be arduous, fraught with danger and uncertainty. But the entity was undeterred. It had, after all, conquered realms and subjugated entire pantheons of gods. Finding a suitable host for its consciousness was merely the next step in its grand, unending scheme to dominate all of existence. A New World Beckons Yokubo, the Guardian of Desire, materialized before the entity, his presence radiating an aura of ambition and longing. "Master," he began, his voice laced with anticipation, "I have discovered a new world, brimming with untapped potential, ripe for our influence." The entity, intrigued by Yokubo's words, gestured for him to continue. Yokubo proceeded to describe Equestria, a realm inhabited by creatures known as ponies, each embodying a different facet of harmony. He spoke of their strong connection to emotions and the Elements of Harmony, powerful artifacts that governed their world. The entity listened intently, visualizing the possibilities that this new world presented. "I can venture forth and seek a suitable vessel for you, Master," Yokubo offered, eager to please. "A form native to this realm that we can mold to your will." The entity pondered Yokubo's suggestion. While the idea of inhabiting a native form and twisting it into a reflection of its own essence was undeniably appealing, the allure of the unknown, the thrill of exploration, beckoned. "No, Yokubo," the entity finally replied, its voice resonating with an undercurrent of excitement. "I will go myself." The prospect of venturing into this new world, of experiencing its unique magic firsthand, and of subtly manipulating its inhabitants to serve its own ends was simply too enticing to resist. The entity envisioned itself subtly influencing the ponies, twisting their harmonious society into a reflection of its own desires, all while masquerading in a form that would lull them into a false sense of security. The entity's anticipation grew. Equestria, with its untapped potential and unsuspecting inhabitants, awaited. And the entity, shrouded in darkness and driven by an insatiable hunger for power, was eager to make its mark on this new world. Journey to Equestria The entity, with a dismissive wave of its hand, rejected Yokubo's desperate plea. "Prepare a portal ring," it commanded, its voice resonating with an otherworldly power. Yokubo, trembling, obeyed, his fear palpable. With a flick of its wrist, the entity hurled the ring into the air. The ring spun, shimmering, and expanded, creating a swirling vortex of colors that seemed to bend reality itself. Through the swirling chaos, glimpses of another world could be seen - a vibrant, dazzling world that was both beautiful and terrifying. A cruel smile twisted the entity's lips as it stepped through the portal, its form shimmering as it crossed the threshold between dimensions. "The denizens of Equestria," it boomed, its voice echoing through the dimensions, "are mere pawns in my grand design." Its laughter, cold and chilling, echoed in Yokubo's ears as the portal closed, leaving behind only an eerie silence. The entity's words hung heavy in the air, a chilling prophecy of impending doom. The fate of Equestria, it seemed, was now inextricably linked to the entity's own, a terrifying reality that promised darkness and despair. Arrival in an Unfamiliar Realm As the entity crossed the threshold into the realm of Equestria, it found itself enveloped by a meticulously cultivated expanse of trees, their branches heavy with vibrant red fruit. The landscape was both alien and strangely alluring. The entity's initial priority was to ascertain its precise location within this unfamiliar world. However, a distant sound, growing steadily louder with each passing moment, hinted at an imminent interruption. The entity's curiosity was piqued. Something was rapidly approaching, and the entity, with its inherent survival instincts, recognized the need for concealment. It swiftly sought refuge amidst the dense foliage, the leaves and branches providing a natural cover. The entity's senses were heightened, every rustle of leaves, every snap of a twig, amplifying the suspense. The approaching sound grew louder, the vibrations rippling through the ground, sending a tremor of anticipation through the entity. A New Form The rhythmic cadence of approaching hooves grew louder, piquing the entity's curiosity. As the source of the disturbance drew nearer, it revealed itself – a magnificent red workhorse, its coat gleaming in the sunlight, its orange mane and tail billowing in the breeze. The entity, recognizing the inherent power and potential within this new equine form, swiftly initiated a transformation. The familiar blue hedgehog physique dissolved and reformed, seamlessly adopting the appearance of the majestic red stallion. With newfound confidence radiating from its equine eyes, the entity emerged from its concealed vantage point and purposefully strode towards the unsuspecting red stallion. A Startled Encounter The entity's greeting, uttered in an otherworldly tone that seemed to reverberate through the very air, was met with an immediate and visceral response from the red stallion. Shock and alarm flashed across the creature's expressive eyes, its ears pinning back against its skull as it registered the sheer enormity of the being before it. Without a moment's hesitation, the stallion's powerful muscles coiled and released, propelling it upward in a rearing frenzy. Its hooves, sharp and unforgiving, thrashed through the air, a desperate attempt to ward off the perceived threat. However, the entity, having undergone a transformation that imbued it with newfound strength and resilience, remained unfazed by the stallion's frantic display. The blows, which would have undoubtedly crippled a lesser being, glanced harmlessly off its form, leaving it entirely unscathed. The stallion, realizing the futility of its attack and overwhelmed by the sheer presence of the entity, succumbed to its primal instincts. With a snort of terror, it wheeled around and bolted, its powerful legs carrying it swiftly away from the source of its fear, leaving the entity once more in solitude. A Mischievous Grin The entity's grin stretched wider, a mischievous glint in its eyes, completely unfazed by the stallion's evident terror. It harbored no ill intentions; quite the contrary, it was brimming with anticipation for the endless fun it could have with these 'little ponies.' The sheer number of potential playmates and the boundless possibilities for amusement danced in its mind. The question of where to begin this grand adventure remained unanswered, but the excitement was palpable. This newfound world was a treasure trove waiting to be discovered, and the entity was eager to delve into its every mystery, every hidden corner, every secret it held. The possibilities were as vast as the world itself, and the entity, with its playful heart and mischievous spirit, was ready to embrace them all. The Game Begins The entity, once a being of unimaginable power and malevolence, now found itself inhabiting a form native to the vibrant and seemingly peaceful land of Equestria. Its essence, a swirling vortex of darkness and shadow, had been meticulously woven into the very fabric of this new vessel, a chilling juxtaposition against the bright and cheerful hues that painted the landscape. The inhabitants of this realm, ponies of various shapes, sizes, and colors, were blissfully unaware of the sinister presence that had infiltrated their world. Their laughter, their joy, their very existence, now unknowingly tethered to the whims of this enigmatic entity. The entity, a master of shadows and manipulation, surveyed its new domain with a chilling curiosity. It observed the ponies as they went about their daily lives, their innocence a stark contrast to the darkness that lurked within the entity's core. It watched as they interacted with one another, their friendships and bonds a source of both intrigue and contempt for the entity. The entity, a being devoid of empathy and compassion, saw the ponies as nothing more than pawns in its grand game, their fates intertwined with its own malevolent designs. The game had begun, a twisted and macabre game orchestrated by the entity. The rules were simple: the entity was the puppet master, the ponies the puppets. The entity would pull the strings, and the ponies would dance to its tune. The entity would sow discord and chaos, and the ponies would reap the whirlwind. The entity would revel in their despair, their fear, their suffering. And the ponies, oblivious to the puppeteer's hand, would continue to play their parts, their lives a tragic performance for the entity's amusement. Author's Note Who's first?: Fluttershy Rainbow Dash Scootaloo Applejack Apple Bloom Big Macintosh Pinkie Pie Twilight Sparkle Rarity Sweetie Belle
Twilight Sparkle's Last BookThe first Victim The Entity, its vast consciousness teeming with endless possibilities, pondered its next move. It sought a new pawn to manipulate, a fresh puppet to dance to its insidious tune. Its attention was drawn to a newcomer in the quaint town below - a majestic winged unicorn with a coat of rich purple and a mane and tail that shimmered with hues of blue, purple, and pink. The townsfolk greeted her warmly, their voices carrying the name that piqued the Entity's interest. "Princess Twilight," it mused, a hint of dark amusement in its tone. The name rolled off its metaphorical tongue, a delicious promise of the chaos and despair it could sow. The Entity's vast power thrummed with anticipation. It had found its new plaything, a beacon of hope and light that it would twist and corrupt, turning her into a harbinger of darkness. The prospect filled the Entity with a chilling delight. Twilight Sparkle, the princess of friendship, was about to become its newest puppet, a tragic irony that amused the Entity's twisted sense of humor. Call upon a spy The entity, with a forceful stomp of its hoof, summoned Kito to its presence. "Welcome to our new world, Guardian of Prayer," it boomed, its voice echoing through the expanse. Kito, frozen in the form of a statue, mirrored the image of his own creator's current form. Despite his inability to move, he retained the power of speech. "Why have you brought me to this new world, my lord?" he inquired, his voice laced with curiosity and a hint of trepidation. The entity gestured towards Princess Twilight, who was also present in this new world. "Observe her movements," it commanded Kito. "I have a game to play with her, and your observations will prove invaluable." Kito, ever obedient, agreed without hesitation. "As you wish, my lord," he replied. "Moreover, I must commend your choice of form. It is a wise decision to appear native to this world. Your foresight is to be admired." The entity's new form, cleverly disguised to blend in with the inhabitants of this world, was a testament to its cunning and adaptability. It was clear that it had meticulously planned its arrival, and Kito's presence was undoubtedly part of its grand scheme. As Kito's gaze followed Princess Twilight's every move, he couldn't shake the feeling that he was a pawn in a much larger game, one whose rules he was only just beginning to understand. A new Evil Twilight Sparkle, ever the picture of serenity, encountered her friend Applejack in a state of disarray. "Hi, Applejack," Twilight greeted warmly. "What's got you in such a fluster?" Applejack, usually the epitome of composure herself, was visibly agitated. "Been lookin' for ya, Twilight," she declared, her voice laced with concern. "Big Macintosh had a right fright out in the orchard today. Spooked somethin' fierce while harvestin' apples. Reckon it might be a changeling." Twilight's brow furrowed in confusion. "A changeling?" she questioned, her voice laced with skepticism. "Are you certain?" Applejack's stern expression softened into uncertainty. "Not entirely," she admitted. "All Big Mac said was that it looked like him." Twilight's confusion deepened. The pieces of the puzzle weren't fitting together. "That doesn't make any sense," she pointed out. "Ponies and changelings have coexisted peacefully ever since Starlight Glimmer reformed Queen Chrysalis." Applejack's unease remained. "Maybe so," she conceded, "but somethin' tells me this ain't gonna be friendly." Twilight, ever the voice of reason, attempted to quell Applejack's fears. "Perhaps it was just a shadow, or a trick of the light," she suggested. "Big Mac might have been startled by something entirely harmless." Applejack remained unconvinced. "Maybe," she replied, "but I can't shake this feelin' that somethin' ain't right. We best be on our guard." Twilight, respecting Applejack's intuition, nodded in agreement. "You're right," she conceded. "It's always best to be cautious. We'll keep an eye out for anything suspicious." The two friends, united in their concern, decided to investigate further. They ventured out to Sweet Apple Acres, where Big Macintosh recounted his experience in vivid detail. He described a creature that looked exactly like him, but with an unsettling aura. It had appeared suddenly, causing him to rear up in fright, and then vanished just as quickly. Twilight and Applejack exchanged worried glances. This was more than just a simple misunderstanding. Something strange was happening in Ponyville, and they were determined to get to the bottom of it. A small interference Kito, the guardian of prayer, remained vigilant in his assigned task. He was to keep a watchful eye on Princess Twilight while remaining undetected. His ability to teleport from place to place compensated for his inability to move freely. Yet, a niggling concern lingered in his mind: the potential for unforeseen disruptions, such as the intervention of 'Applejack,' that could jeopardize his creator's intricate game. His focused observation was abruptly interrupted by the arrival of three inquisitive young fillies. Their curiosity piqued by the sudden appearance of the statue, they began to chatter amongst themselves. "Where did this statue come from?" Scootaloo wondered aloud, her head tilted in puzzlement. "Ah don't know," Apple Bloom replied, equally perplexed, "There ain't never been anything like this on the farm." Scootaloo continued to examine Kito, her eyes narrowing as she studied his form. "It kinda looks like a Nightmare Moon statue... if Nightmare Moon was a Stallion!" she giggled, her observation drawing a shared chuckle from the Cutie Mark Crusaders. Their laughter abruptly ceased as they realized the statue had vanished into thin air. "Hey, where did it go?!" Sweetie Belle exclaimed, her voice tinged with surprise. The three fillies frantically searched their surroundings, but the statue was nowhere to be found. Their confusion only deepened, leaving them with an unsettling mystery and a lingering sense of unease. Game 1: Hidden Object. The sun dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the landscape as Twilight and Applejack arrived at Twilight's castle. The usually comforting familiarity of the castle was absent, replaced by an unsettling unease. "I'll see if I can request a couple of guards to search the orchard at Sweet Apple Acres," Twilight suggested, her voice laced with concern. "Right now, it's best to get some rest." Applejack nodded hesitantly, "If you say so, Twi," she agreed, her brow furrowed with worry. With a parting hug, they went their separate ways. Twilight entered her castle, the air thick with an unnatural silence. The once vibrant crystal walls were now dull and lifeless, some even cracked and covered in dust. The lanterns that usually illuminated the castle flickered dimly, casting eerie shadows that danced across the walls. A chill ran down Twilight's spine. Had somepony broken in? What had happened? Determined to find answers, Twilight ventured deeper into the castle, her senses on high alert. She didn't have to wait long. A figure emerged from the shadows, its voice echoing through the dimly lit halls. "Welcome home, Princess," the voice greeted, its tone a chilling mimicry of Big Macintosh's. The figure stepped into the light, revealing a horrifying visage. It bore a twisted resemblance to Big Macintosh, but its eyes were black voids with red pupils, and its smile was a grotesque gash that stretched impossibly wide across its face. It towered over Twilight, its presence radiating menace. The cutie mark on its flank was a crudely carved 'X'. Twilight gasped, instinctively backing away. She gathered her magic, her horn glowing brightly. "Who are you?!" she demanded. The entity remained silent, taking a step forward. Twilight unleashed a blast of magic, but the entity effortlessly dodged it. "Let's play a game," it boomed, its voice echoing ominously. "I've hidden a book containing all of the things I had done in my previous world. Find it, and I will revert this castle to its former glory." Twilight scowled, "What makes you think I won't—" The entity cut her off, its face inches from hers. "Clock's ticking," it growled, "Find my book before I find you." With a chilling laugh, the entity vanished, leaving Twilight alone in the oppressive silence. She could hear its laughter echoing through the castle, sending shivers down her spine. Twilight teleported to the castle library. "If he—if that thing were to hide a book anywhere, it would be here," she muttered to herself. Using her magic, she levitated every book off the shelves, rapidly skimming through them. As she replaced one book, a black book with a large 'X' on its cover caught her eye. Dread washed over her as she opened it. The book described a world ravaged by a malevolent entity that turned its inhabitants into playthings, forcing them into a macabre series of deadly games. This was undoubtedly the book she was looking for. Twilight attempted a duplication spell, but it failed. With growing urgency, she conjured a scroll and quill, scribbling a message: "Dear Princess Celestia, I hope this message reaches you. An entity has arrived in Ponyville and is now in my castle. I'm not sure what it's doing here, but I know what it will do. This book, which will be attached to this letter, will give you the information needed about this entity and what it plans to do with Equestria... I hear it coming!" "Your faithful student, Princess Twilight Sparkle." Twilight sent the letter and the book to Princess Celestia with a teleportation spell, then turned to face the monster that had invaded her home. Broken Rules The darkness clung to Twilight Sparkle like a suffocating shroud, the only respite offered by the flickering flames of torches that cast long, ominous shadows across the chamber. These dancing shadows seemed to converge upon a solitary throne, its imposing silhouette a stark contrast to the oppressive darkness. Twilight's instincts urged her towards it, but an unseen force held her captive, binding her with grotesque, organic shackles that pulsed with an unsettling energy. Seated upon the throne was a figure that twisted Twilight's heart with dread. It was a mirror image of herself, a chilling mockery of the Princess of Friendship. The entity's eyes, however, were a stark departure from Twilight's own – they burned with an otherworldly intensity, reflecting not warmth and kindness, but a chilling, predatory hunger. With a disorienting suddenness, the entity vanished from the throne and materialized before Twilight, its unsettling grin replaced by a snarl that twisted its features into a mask of fury. "Where is it?!" the entity growled, its voice a chilling echo of Twilight's own. "Where's what?" Twilight responded, her voice trembling despite her attempts to maintain composure. The fear that gnawed at her was amplified by the entity's stolen appearance, a constant, disorienting reminder of the threat it posed. "Don't play dumb with me, princess," the entity hissed, its voice dripping with venom. "WHERE IS MY BOOK?!" Twilight's mind raced, desperately searching for a way to defuse the situation. "There was no book," she lied, her voice barely above a whisper. "I checked the entire library. YOUR BOOK WAS NOT THERE!" The entity's eyes narrowed, its gaze piercing Twilight's facade with chilling accuracy. It stomped its hooves, the sound echoing ominously in the oppressive silence. In an instant, another figure materialized – Gekido, the Guardian of Rage, his form a twisted reflection of Rarity. "What is the meaning of my summoning, Lord X?" Gekido inquired, his voice laced with barely restrained fury. "I'll be heading back to Equestria to retrieve what was stolen," Lord X declared, his voice dripping with menace. "Show Princess Twilight Sparkle what happens to those who break the rules!" With that, he turned and strode away, his every step radiating an aura of malevolence. Gekido's horn contorted, morphing into razor-sharp claws that dripped with an unsettling ichor. He pinned Twilight down with a hoof, his claws digging into her wings. "You break the rules," he hissed, his voice a chilling echo of Rarity's, "we break you!" With a brutal yank, he tore at Twilight's wing, the sound of her agonized scream swallowed by the oppressive darkness. Author's Note I was thinking that; if Lord X changed his form, then his guardian would also change into the form Lord X has chosen. Yeah; I called Kito a nightmare moon statue, it's funny! Special thanks to: The AntiSaint and Spazz Kid for the Idea of this chapter ending. Who's Next: Fluttershy Rainbow Dash Scootaloo Applejack Apple Bloom Big Macintosh Pinkie Pie Rarity Sweetie Belle
The Apple RotsWall of forms The oppressive darkness seemed to stretch endlessly as Gekido dragged Twilight relentlessly through its suffocating depths. Finally, they reached an obstruction - a grotesque wall pulsated with an unnerving rhythm, its surface a macabre tapestry of muscle and bone. Twilight's horror grew as she realized the wall was not merely a structure, but a prison for countless victims, their forms grotesquely merged with the sickening flesh. Among the trapped souls, Twilight recognized several familiar figures, all of which were from Lord X’s book: A young human boy, clad in a red jumpsuit, his face contorted in a silent scream. A green robot, its limbs barely held together by damaged magnets, sparks erratically spitting from its exposed wires. A dolphin, its once playful expression replaced by a chilling rictus, stars on its head seeming to weep. A star-shaped alien, its ethereal glow extinguished, replaced by the ashen hue of death. A blue hedgehog, his once vibrant quills matted with blood, his body a gruesome testament to unimaginable torment. A yellow rabbit, a red gemstone still embedded in its forehead, its eyes vacant and soulless. With a contemptuous sneer, Gekido hurled Twilight towards the monstrous wall. The yielding flesh enveloped her legs, imprisoning her within its nightmarish embrace. "Enjoy the show, Princess," Gekido's voice dripped with malice, "Your precious world will soon bow before our master's twisted vision!" His laughter echoed through the darkness as he vanished, leaving Twilight trapped in a horrifying tableau. Despair threatened to consume Twilight as she surveyed her fellow prisoners. Most had been cruelly blinded, their eyes gouged out in a grotesque mockery of sight. The blue hedgehog's once lively form was now a hollow shell, his innards exposed in a horrifying display of brutality. The star-shaped alien was nothing more than a charred husk, its life force extinguished. The dolphin's fate was equally horrifying, its jaws ripped away, its ribcage exposed in a macabre parody of a smile. The human boy's jaw hung at an unnatural angle, his silent screams forever etched on his face. The yellow rabbit's mouth gaped in a soundless howl, its eyes replaced by empty sockets. Amidst the despair, a flicker of hope emerged. The green robot, though ravaged by rust and its armor shattered, twitched and stirred. Its voice, a digital rasp laced with static, broke the oppressive silence. "Where... am I?" it questioned, its words barely coherent. Twilight's heart leaped with a mixture of surprise and hope. "Hey!" she called out, her voice echoing in the chamber of horrors, "What is this place?" The robot's head turned, its single eye glowing with a faint luminescence. "Who... are you?" it queried, its voice a symphony of glitches and static. A prayer requested Lord X, a formidable and ominous presence, materialized once again in the realm of Equestria. This time, however, he was accompanied by a chilling entourage – three of his loyal guardians. Kofuku, the Guardian of Joy, stood at his side, his appearance a grotesque mockery of Pinkie Pie, resembling a terrifying clown with a malevolent grin. Yokubo, the Guardian of Desire, mirrored Rainbow Dash's form but with an unsettling twist – his fur was a stark, chilling white, and his eyes glowed with an insatiable hunger. Lastly, there was Kyofu, the Guardian of Fear, who had assumed the guise of Applejack, but his body was a canvas of horrifying mouths that whispered ceaselessly, their voices laced with terror. Lord X addressed his guardians, his voice a chilling command, "Remember our purpose." They nodded in unison, their eyes reflecting their unwavering devotion. With that, they dispersed, leaving Lord X alone to enact his sinister plans. However, before he could move, his gaze fell upon Kito, the Guardian of Prayer. Kito had not returned to his side as commanded and instead seemed to have attracted a group of three young fillies who were kneeling before him in supplication. Curiosity piqued, Lord X decided to observe this unexpected development, his mind racing with possibilities. The three fillies, Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle, were shrouded in black cloaks emblazoned with an ominous X medallion. Their faces were hidden in the shadows, their voices barely above a whisper as they chanted their prayers. Scootaloo, the most eager of the three, approached the statue of Kito and placed a white, twitching bundle at its base. "My lord... or lady," she pleaded, her voice trembling, "please accept this sacrifice in exchange for a good harvest." Apple Bloom stepped forward, her eyes gleaming with a disturbing fervor. She handed Scootaloo a gardening trowel, her voice barely audible, "So many souls, so little time." Scootaloo's grip tightened on the trowel, her whisper echoing in the eerie silence, "Indeed." With a chilling finality, she slammed the trowel down onto the writhing bundle, a sickening crunch echoing through the air. Lord X observed this macabre scene with a mixture of intrigue and satisfaction. It seemed his influence had spread further than he had anticipated, corrupting even the youngest inhabitants of Equestria. A chilling smile spread across his face as he contemplated the chaos and despair he would unleash upon this once-peaceful land. The reign of terror had only just begun. The sacrifice of a little critter left a smile on Lord X’s face; Kito was able to put the cutie mark crusaders to worship them “very clever, Guardian of Prayer” Lord X said to himself before lighting up his horn. A good harvest? Inside the cozy farmhouse on Sweet Apple Acres, Granny Smith, an elderly mare with a lime green coat and gray mane, was feeling disheartened. The harvest season was not looking promising; those pesky critters had been feasting on the apples, leaving little for the family to collect. But, unbeknownst to her, the tide was about to turn. As Granny Smith busied herself preparing dinner, the kitchen door swung open, revealing Applejack and Big Macintosh. "Hey Granny," Applejack began, her brow furrowed with confusion, "Didn't you say we weren't going to have a good harvest this year?" Granny Smith turned to face her granddaughter, a hint of resignation in her voice. "I was certain about it, Applejack..." she started, but her words trailed off as her eyes fell upon a sight that made her pause. Three, maybe even four, overflowing baskets of apples were being carried into the kitchen. A wave of astonishment washed over her, and she quickly amended her previous statement, "...I guess I was mistaken." The sheer quantity of apples was a delightful surprise. Granny Smith couldn't help but smile, her initial misjudgment forgotten. "Big Mac and I are just as surprised as you are, Granny!" Applejack admitted, her voice laced with excitement. "Eeyup," Big Mac added, his deep voice rumbling through the kitchen. The unexpected bounty brought a renewed sense of joy to Granny Smith. "Well, in that case, we'll have more than enough apples for when Nightmare Night rolls into Ponyville!" she beamed, her spirits lifted. Turning to her grandson, she continued, "Dinner is almost ready, Big Mac. Can y'all call Apple Bloom and her little friends to come wash their hooves for dinner?" Big Macintosh nodded in response and ambled out the door, leaving Granny Smith and Applejack to marvel at the unexpected turn of events. The kitchen, once filled with a sense of disappointment, now buzzed with anticipation for the upcoming festivities and the knowledge that, despite the initial setbacks, the harvest would be a bountiful one after all. Game 2: Hide & Seek Applejack, taking a break from her farm chores, was approached by her younger sister, Apple Bloom. "Hey sis, could I ask ya somethin'?" Apple Bloom inquired, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. Applejack turned to face her, a warm smile gracing her features. "Sure thing, sis, what did y'all want to ask me?" Before Apple Bloom could voice her request, Scootaloo, ever the energetic one, burst in, "Could you play Hide & Seek with us?!" she exclaimed, her wings fluttering excitedly. Applejack chuckled at their enthusiasm. "Well… I suppose I have time for a quick game," she agreed, indulging her younger sister and her friends. As Applejack turned around to cover her eyes and began counting, the Cutie Mark Crusaders scurried off, giggling as they searched for the perfect hiding spots. However, the tranquility of the game was shattered when Applejack heard a voice behind her. "Playing hide & seek, are we?" it rasped, the tone sending a shiver down her spine. Despite the distorted sound, Applejack recognized the voice as Twilight Sparkle's. But then, another voice, a chilling imitation of her own, echoed through the air. "She didn't even invite us to play, now that's just hurtful!" it huffed, the resentment palpable. Applejack's instincts kicked in. She ducked down and delivered a swift kick behind her, aiming to neutralize the threat. Her hooves connected with something solid, sending it flying through the air. "Did I even buck someone? I know that I'm strong but not that strong," Applejack wondered, a flicker of worry crossing her face. To her horror, she saw not Twilight Sparkle, but a twisted, grotesque version of her friend, and standing beside it, a similarly distorted version of herself. "Mind if we play?" the twisted Twilight asked, a malevolent grin stretching across its face. The twisted Applejack reattached its head, which had been knocked off by the kick, and spoke in a chilling echo of Applejack's own voice. "You have 30 seconds to hide, let's see if you're a better hider than Allan," it said, its tone dripping with menace. Applejack's heart pounded in her chest as she took in the scene. The once-peaceful apple orchard was now ablaze, flames licking at the trees and casting an eerie glow over the farm. "No!" she cried out, her voice filled with anguish. Her worst fears were confirmed - her little sister and her friends were likely hiding somewhere in the burning orchard. Panic surged through her as she realized she had to find them and get them to safety before it was too late. Applejack, heart pounding, raced through the once-familiar orchard, now a grotesque mockery of its former self. The gnarled trees had transformed into unsettling organic masses, their bark replaced with pulsating flesh and their fruit rotting and infested with gnashing teeth. The once-sweet scent of apples was replaced with the stench of decay. Applejack's mind reeled. This couldn't be Sweet Apple Acres. Was she even in Equestria anymore? The sight of the other Applejack and Twilight – twisted, sinister versions of her friends – only deepened the mystery. What were they? And what had happened to her home? A chilling voice jolted her from her thoughts. "Well, somepony is taking the hide and seek part, really seriously," it cackled, fading into the distance. Applejack, using the distraction, darted to find a new hiding spot. She stumbled upon one of the orchard's wells. Normally, they were deep, but this one was shallow, as if designed to prevent falls. Before she could jump in, a chilling sight stopped her: a young colt was trapped, his hind legs ensnared in a hole in the ground. "It's okay, I'm gonna get you out!" Applejack cried, rushing to his aid. But as she pulled, something held the colt's legs fast. His screams pierced the air as an unseen force below began to shred his flesh. Applejack recoiled in horror, only to lose her footing and tumble into the well. At that moment, the twisted Twilight and Applejack emerged from the shadows. The colt's screams abruptly ceased. "This pony is actually playing by the rules; impressive, ain't that right Master X?" the distorted Applejack sneered. "Indeed," a deeper voice replied. "But don't forget, Kyofu; Yokubo informed me that to claim this world, we need the Elements of Harmony. Appearing as their bearers should give us the advantage we need." Kyofu, the twisted Applejack, tilted her head. "What about the creatures Kito learned about from that Hornhead 'Princess Twilight'? Changelings, she called them?" "For now, my focus is on the Elements," Lord X declared. "If our information is correct, the Princess of Friendship wields the Element of Magic. That leaves five more to go." Applejack, trapped in the well, could only listen in terror. The orchard was a prison, her friends were monsters, and a dark force was after the Elements of Harmony. She had to escape, warn the others, and find a way to stop this nightmare before it consumed Equestria. "Allow us to deal with the remaining element bearers, Master X? I can smell this one's fear, and it's near!" Kyofu's voice, filled with manic eagerness, sent a shiver down Applejack's spine. "Very well," Lord X responded, his voice laced with an eerie calm. "See to it that you catch her. Do not harm the pony. We need all the element bearers alive, for now." With that, Lord X vanished, leaving an unsettling silence in his wake. Applejack's gaze fell to her hooves, and she realized with a start that she was standing in water. The well she had been near twisted and warped, transforming into a flooded hallway that stretched into a seemingly endless tower. Water cascaded from the top, creating a sense of claustrophobia and dread. Turning to flee, Applejack found her path blocked by Kyofu, a malevolent grin spreading across his face. "What's the matter?" he taunted, his voice a chilling imitation of Applejack's own. "Don't tell me you're afraid to resurface for air!" Panic surged through Applejack, and she bolted in the opposite direction, desperately trying to put distance between herself and the monstrous figure that wore her image. Kyofu's body contorted and twisted, his legs splitting apart and elongating, suction cups forming on their flesh. With a flourish, he cast aside his cloak, revealing a grotesque sight: mouths covered his body, each one whispering threats and obscenities. "Ready or not," Kyofu's voice boomed, echoing through the waterlogged tower, "here I come!" Applejack knew she was in a fight for her life, not only for herself but for all of Equestria. Bracing herself, she prepared to face the horrifying creature that stood before her, determined to escape his clutches and warn her friends of the impending danger. Applejack's heart pounded in her chest as she scrambled up the crumbling stairs, each step a desperate gamble against the rising tide. The once-familiar tower now felt like a monstrous trap, its stone walls slick with the encroaching flood. The air hung heavy with the stench of decay, and the only sounds were the sickening squelch of waterlogged wood and the guttural moans of the reanimated corpses that lurched from the shadows. Every floor brought a new wave of terror. Rotting ponies, their eyes vacant and limbs contorted, reached for her with grasping hooves. Grotesque griffons, feathers matted with grime, snapped their beaks with a sickening hunger. Even the corpses of dragons and hippogriffs, their scales dull and flesh putrid, thrashed against the walls, widening the cracks and hastening the tower's collapse. The floodwaters surged higher with each passing moment, a relentless tide that carried with it the detritus of the tower's demise. Broken furniture, shattered glass, and the skeletal remains of long-forgotten creatures swirled in the murky depths, creating a macabre tableau of death and decay. And then there was Kyofu, his monstrous form a grotesque mockery of life. His new tendril-like legs propelled him upwards with terrifying speed, each movement a testament to his unnatural power. His eyes, glowing with an unholy light, fixated on Applejack with a predatory intensity. "I'M GOING TO EAT YOU!" His voice, a raspy growl that echoed through the crumbling tower, sent a fresh wave of terror through Applejack. She knew that she was running out of time, that the tower was doomed, and that Kyofu was closing in. But even in the face of such overwhelming odds, she refused to give up. She would fight to the bitter end, even if it meant facing her own demise. Applejack, fueled by a desperate surge of adrenaline, propelled herself forward with every ounce of strength she could muster. Her breath came in ragged gasps, each stride a testament to her unwavering determination. A glimmer of hope flickered in her eyes as she spotted a potential escape route, a beacon of salvation amidst the encroaching darkness. But the path to freedom was rapidly closing. The exit, a shrinking sliver of light, taunted her with its fleeting promise. With a desperate lunge, Applejack slid under the descending door, her heart pounding in her chest. The heavy barrier slammed shut behind her, its unforgiving edge catching the back of her hoof with bone-jarring force. The impact was devastating. Applejack's hoof was severed cleanly, the agonizing pain too intense for even a whimper. Her voice caught in her throat, silenced by the overwhelming shock. As if summoned by her despair, Kyofu materialized before her, his ominous presence casting a chilling pall over the already dim corridor. Applejack, trapped and helpless, found herself cornered with nowhere to run. The last vestiges of hope dwindled as the remaining light in the hallway flickered and died, leaving her shrouded in suffocating darkness. Despair washed over her, and with a heavy heart, she resigned herself to her grim fate. Found you! The barn was filled with the rustling of hay and the soft murmurs of hidden ponies. The Cutie Mark Crusaders, masters of hide-and-seek in their own right, had chosen their spots carefully. Apple Bloom, ever the practical one, nestled close to the ground, her eyes scanning the entrance for any signs of approaching hooves. Scootaloo, always up for a challenge, balanced precariously atop Sweetie Belle, their combined height giving them a better view. Despite their efforts, Applejack, with her years of experience and intimate knowledge of the barn's nooks and crannies, easily discovered their hiding spot. "Found ya'll!" she declared, her voice booming through the barn. The Crusaders, startled and disappointed, emerged from their hiding places. Sweetie Belle, her voice tinged with disbelief, asked, "How did you know we were hiding here?" Applejack chuckled, a twinkle in her eye. "Sugarcube," she drawled, "I knew all the best hiding spots in this barn when Big Mac and I played hide-and-seek. You'll have to try harder than that to fool an old farm pony like me!" Meanwhile, in the orchard, a scene of a far more sinister nature was unfolding. Applejack lay helpless beside an old well, her limbs bound tightly with rope, a gag stifling any cries for help. The air crackled with an ominous energy as Lord X materialized before her, his form shimmering with dark power. His voice, a chilling echo of Twilight Sparkle's, yet twisted and corrupted, sent shivers down Applejack's spine. "I hope you don't mind letting the Guardian of Fear take your place for a while," he purred, his tone dripping with malice. "I have a book to retrieve and a world to shape." With a final, chilling glance at the captured pony, Lord X's magic surged, enveloping Applejack in a dark vortex. In an instant, they vanished, leaving behind only the eerie silence of the orchard and the chilling promise of a world plunged into darkness. Author's Note list of victims on the wall: Alex Kidd (Deceased). Vectorman (Online). Ecco the Dolphin (Deceased). Ristar (Deceased). Sonic the Hedgehog (Deceased). Carbuncle (Deceased). The forms Lord X's Guardians take on: Kito: a Twilight Sparkle statue. Ken'o: Starlight Glimmer. Kofuku: Pinkie Pie. Gekido: Rarity. Zetsubo: Fluttershy. Kyofu: Applejack. Yokubo: Rainbow Dash. The Flooding Tower chase was inspired by Mr. Pixel's Sonic.EXE: One More Time Repixeled Abandoned Zone (Same with the Hide & Seek Segment). Who's Next: Fluttershy Rainbow Dash Scootaloo Apple Bloom Big Macintosh Pinkie Pie Rarity Sweetie Belle
Pinkie’s Final Party (probably?)A friend in purgatory. Twilight Sparkle, imprisoned in the desolate void, found herself surrounded by the remnants of Lord X's victims. Among them, she discovered a flicker of life—Vectorman, the once-mighty green robot, now ravaged by rust and despair. "There's nothing we can do," Vectorman lamented, his voice echoing the hopelessness that pervaded their prison. Twilight, ever the optimist, refused to succumb to despair. "That's not true," she insisted, her voice unwavering. "My friends will find us, and we can stop Lord X's plans." Vectorman scoffed, his rusted magnetic joints creaking with cynicism. "No one dares to take on Lord X," he countered, his tone laced with bitterness. "Those who do perish." Suddenly, two figures were hurled onto the wall, ensnared by its organic grasp. Twilight's heart sank as she recognized one of them—Applejack, her loyal and steadfast friend. "Applejack?" she cried out, her voice filled with concern. "They got you too?" Applejack remained silent, her expression vacant. But then, a chipper voice broke the silence. "Oh! Hi Twilight!" Twilight's eyes widened in disbelief as she saw the source of the voice—Pinkie Pie, the exuberant pink pony, somehow unscathed and beaming with her trademark cheerfulness. "Pinkie Pie?" Twilight questioned, her mind reeling. "How did you get here?" Pinkie Pie giggled, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Oh, I can tell you all about it!" she chirped, her voice bubbling with enthusiasm. "I was getting ready for work, and..." Twilight listened intently, a glimmer of hope rekindled in her heart. Perhaps Pinkie Pie's presence wasn't just a cruel twist of fate. Perhaps, just perhaps, she held the key to their escape and the unraveling of Lord X's sinister plans. Hang on there Mr. Narrator, can I tell the story?! Uh… sure you can- Okie Dokie Lokie! Let’s get started~! Pinkie Pie’s New Friend! I was getting ready for work and preparing for nightmare night at the same time; I rushed downstairs to greet Mr. & Mrs. Cake who told me that they had a bunch of deliveries to make in canterlot and they asked me to take charge of Sugarcube Corner in their absence and look after the cake twins for them. I’m not the type of pony to let anyone down so I agreed; I was in the kitchen carving pumpkins with the twins, Pound Cake fell into one of the pumpkins and smashed it into pieces but luckily I brought extra pumpkins, Pumpkin Cake didn’t really know how to carve a pumpkin- W-w-wait! What does carving pumpkins with the twins have to do with how you got here?! I’m getting there Twilight! Ahem! There was a customer that entered the shop so I went to greet them; this customer looked a lot like me! (If I was dressed like a terrifying clown) I thought it was a changeling but it looked like a nightmare night costume so I didn’t question it. So I introduced myself to the pony and he told me that he was the Guardian of Joy known as Kofuku (he even sounded like me!) He looked around and asked “Is there a party happening here? Because it needs more pink” and I told him “not really, they’re just decorations for nightmare night; though I wish I had enough time to do all of them” he leaned over to me and said “Hey! Maybe I can help with decorating, it will be great, spooky and pink but most importantly… pink!” So… he likes the color pink, but how did- yawn! What in tarnation? Where am I? Applejack! I thought you were-! Applejack! You’re awake, now you get to hear how I ended up here! You ponies are static quite the courageous bunch static Now where was I? Oh yeah; So, Kofuku helped me decorate for nightmare night until he sliced my hoof off! But I was able to reattach my hoof. Kofuku saw how I could be pulled apart and put back together and he invited me to his home. So he pulled a door out of his mane and opened it, I entered the door and he followed me. That is how I got here! So this Kofuku didn’t try to eat you? Nope, he was actually really nice; Kofuku just wanted to make a new friend! I don’t know if I should be relieved or worried. That’s silly Twilight, not all of them are bad! Okay Pinkie Pie, if you’re done; I would like to continue the story. Okie Dokie Lokie! Okay now let’s move on to the next chapter. Author's Note Special thanks to Pinkie Pie for making my job easier. Who's next I guess? Fluttershy Rainbow Dash Scootaloo Apple Bloom Big Macintosh Rarity Sweetie Belle
